A/N: Just another one I was able to put together today. Enjoy it =)
Honestly, I'm going as fast as time permits.
--Gordo--
He walked with her. It was only days away now. This, he had been told, was the most intricate part of the whole prom-type fiasco- the dress. Usually, it was a mother-daughter thing, but Jo McGuire had insisted that Gordo come along; what with the pair of them now being a 'couple'.
Gordo went with it, as he always did. Lizzie had explained in her room, prior to arriving at the boutique, that she was going to make 'all' of it up to him, somehow. He had heard it all before however, on many, many occasions.
Jo scoped out what was available. Gordo had expected Lizzie would have been far more excited, but she wasn't. She had seemed almost distant.
"Gordo, you're wearing a bluish-navy tie, aren't you?" Jo asked, grazing over three very similar dresses.
"Uh- yeah, I think that's what I'll be wearing..." he replied, scratching at his ear.
"No, no," Jo urged, handing the shop assistant a bundle of blue dresses, "we can't have these".
Gordo wondered for a moment, who he was taking to the Ball.
"Lizzie!" Jo bubbled, spying a slender black number, "come quick, look at this one!"
She looked at him for a moment and sighed, refusing to acknowledge that her mother was doing the shopping for her, "yeah- it looks fine... let's take it".
"Lizzie, you didn't even look at it," Jo replied with disdain, sighing at the dress she had found.
"Mom- look, it's like you're shopping for you and-"
"And how many Balls have you been too?" Jo interjected condescendingly.
"Well... only a few..." Lizzie lied. Gordo looked at her with scepticism, "alright, alright- I haven't been to *any*," she caved.
"Yeah and who's paying for this dress, again?" Jo asked, patronizing her daughter in such a way, that only the pair of them would find it acceptable. Gordo continued to watch the engagement with increasing interest.
"Alright mom, you've made your point," Lizzie surrendered, "but can't I *at least* have some input on what I get to wear?"
"You have got input," Jo answered with out looking at her, "input on the dresses I pick out," she continued, glancing to smile at her.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and tugged Gordo's shirt at the elbow, "See, *this* is why girl's lives are harder".
Gordo opened his mouth, then quickly closed it, noticing the scorn on her face. This was neither the time nor place, it seemed to him, to get into *that* debate.
"Just wait here Gordo, while I get Lizzie to try on these ones," Jo instructed, motioning to him, a collection of dresses. He nodded in reply and watched at the two women disappeared into the fitting rooms.
He looked around for a moment, feeling quite awkward and walked for a few paces, in the opposite direction to Lizzie and her mother. The shop was after all, a women's fine clothing emporium. No matter how he looked it, the situation was uncomfortable. There, in the middle of hundreds of dresses of different shapes, sizes and colours, stood a thin young man, hands in his pockets, with a glazed facial expression.
It wasn't unseemly and hardly anyone in the store noticed but nevertheless, he felt discomfited by the whole scenario. For some reason, when he stood with Lizzie, the thought had never crossed his mind. Unless that meant something else.
"It means nothing Gordon, nothing at all," he answered himself aloud, again. He would have given himself a slight slap to the forehead, but that *would* appear odd to the passer-by.
He spun around again and was quite unexpectedly, met by Lizzie.
"So?" she asked, bending one knee over the other, in a very flirtatious manner.
Gordo stood for a moment, absorbing the glorious young woman before him. She was, in a word, flawless. The dress hung from her shoulders by straps, ever so naturally, and hugged her body with a most unbelievable style. She continued to stand there, awaiting his response. He speculated in that moment, whether not the dress had been tailored for her.
"Hel-loooo?" she asked, drawing out her question in an attempt to bring him back to reality.
"Your mom sure knows how to pick a dress..." he breathed mindlessly, still engrossed in Lizzie.
"Gor-do!" she glared, "but I guess, you're right... it does fit nicely," she ended, changing her tone and accepting his comment.
He examined her once more, noticing that the dress was without sleeves and showed a considerable amount of shoulders, which were smooth and soft. Without a doubt, Lizzie was a gorgeous young woman, but the dress only magnified her features and contributed to making her the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
Jo appeared from the fitting rooms, "so, what's the verdict?"
"I like it..." she began, then thumbed at Gordo, smiling all the while, "he *looks* like he likes it..."
Jo and Lizzie giggled at Gordo's astounded expression upon having observed Lizzie in the dress.
"Well... I like it, so I guess we'll take it," Jo said to a clerk passing by, who nodded and motioned for Lizzie to move back into the changing room.
Gordo blushed a shade of crimson, "I- yeah I wa- has anyone told you, you're really good at picking out dresses, Mrs. McGuire?"
Jo laughed.
The pair paused for a moment, in an awkward silence. Jo fiddled with some dresses which were quickly collected by another shop assistant.
"So..." she began, "how'd you get pulled into this Gordo?"
"Pulled into what?" he asked, confused slightly by the new direction of the conversation.
"I don't really know about sons, as of yet, but my daughter tells me absolutely *everything*..." she replied, looking at him, "and this whole idea of you two suddenly together, was kind of- you know- sprung on us... well me at least... so I figure that something is up".
Gordo hadn't given the woman enough credit. Admittedly, she was one the inside of Lizzie's thoughts, to some degree, but it seemed to him, that she was the only person that had figured out what was going on between Lizzie and himself.
"You know, don't you?" he asked flatly.
"I have my suspicions," Jo smiled.
Lizzie returned from the fitting room, once more, dressed in the apparel she had been before. The shop clerk produced a small white box and folded the dress neatly into it.
"So... you really like it?" Lizzie asked, as the usual rigmarole of the exchange of money and signing of papers happened between Jo and the clerk.
"You're beautiful," he blurted out accidentally. As soon as he had realised what he'd said, she was blushing.
"Gordo... tha-" but she had no opportunity to finish her sentence. Another, less graceful, clerk rushed behind Lizzie, knocking her forward and into Gordo's arms.
Jo spun around for a brief moment, annoyed by the long process of purchasing the dress, to see the pair in each other's arms, "oh get a *room*, you two... for heaven's sake, we're in public," she scolded, then turned to the clerk once more, rolling her eyes all the while, "kids these days".
The pair stood for a moment, alarmed by the situation. Lizzie panicked more and pulled herself away quickly, "I'm sorry!" she apologized, brushing the front of her skirt.
"No, no, I'm sorry!" he returned, raising his arms in defence.
For the rest of the day, they both avoided all shop clerks.
A/N: I know, I know, nothing about the yearbook... just give me time and all shall be revealed =) I know... nasty, aren't I? =)
--Gordo--
He walked with her. It was only days away now. This, he had been told, was the most intricate part of the whole prom-type fiasco- the dress. Usually, it was a mother-daughter thing, but Jo McGuire had insisted that Gordo come along; what with the pair of them now being a 'couple'.
Gordo went with it, as he always did. Lizzie had explained in her room, prior to arriving at the boutique, that she was going to make 'all' of it up to him, somehow. He had heard it all before however, on many, many occasions.
Jo scoped out what was available. Gordo had expected Lizzie would have been far more excited, but she wasn't. She had seemed almost distant.
"Gordo, you're wearing a bluish-navy tie, aren't you?" Jo asked, grazing over three very similar dresses.
"Uh- yeah, I think that's what I'll be wearing..." he replied, scratching at his ear.
"No, no," Jo urged, handing the shop assistant a bundle of blue dresses, "we can't have these".
Gordo wondered for a moment, who he was taking to the Ball.
"Lizzie!" Jo bubbled, spying a slender black number, "come quick, look at this one!"
She looked at him for a moment and sighed, refusing to acknowledge that her mother was doing the shopping for her, "yeah- it looks fine... let's take it".
"Lizzie, you didn't even look at it," Jo replied with disdain, sighing at the dress she had found.
"Mom- look, it's like you're shopping for you and-"
"And how many Balls have you been too?" Jo interjected condescendingly.
"Well... only a few..." Lizzie lied. Gordo looked at her with scepticism, "alright, alright- I haven't been to *any*," she caved.
"Yeah and who's paying for this dress, again?" Jo asked, patronizing her daughter in such a way, that only the pair of them would find it acceptable. Gordo continued to watch the engagement with increasing interest.
"Alright mom, you've made your point," Lizzie surrendered, "but can't I *at least* have some input on what I get to wear?"
"You have got input," Jo answered with out looking at her, "input on the dresses I pick out," she continued, glancing to smile at her.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and tugged Gordo's shirt at the elbow, "See, *this* is why girl's lives are harder".
Gordo opened his mouth, then quickly closed it, noticing the scorn on her face. This was neither the time nor place, it seemed to him, to get into *that* debate.
"Just wait here Gordo, while I get Lizzie to try on these ones," Jo instructed, motioning to him, a collection of dresses. He nodded in reply and watched at the two women disappeared into the fitting rooms.
He looked around for a moment, feeling quite awkward and walked for a few paces, in the opposite direction to Lizzie and her mother. The shop was after all, a women's fine clothing emporium. No matter how he looked it, the situation was uncomfortable. There, in the middle of hundreds of dresses of different shapes, sizes and colours, stood a thin young man, hands in his pockets, with a glazed facial expression.
It wasn't unseemly and hardly anyone in the store noticed but nevertheless, he felt discomfited by the whole scenario. For some reason, when he stood with Lizzie, the thought had never crossed his mind. Unless that meant something else.
"It means nothing Gordon, nothing at all," he answered himself aloud, again. He would have given himself a slight slap to the forehead, but that *would* appear odd to the passer-by.
He spun around again and was quite unexpectedly, met by Lizzie.
"So?" she asked, bending one knee over the other, in a very flirtatious manner.
Gordo stood for a moment, absorbing the glorious young woman before him. She was, in a word, flawless. The dress hung from her shoulders by straps, ever so naturally, and hugged her body with a most unbelievable style. She continued to stand there, awaiting his response. He speculated in that moment, whether not the dress had been tailored for her.
"Hel-loooo?" she asked, drawing out her question in an attempt to bring him back to reality.
"Your mom sure knows how to pick a dress..." he breathed mindlessly, still engrossed in Lizzie.
"Gor-do!" she glared, "but I guess, you're right... it does fit nicely," she ended, changing her tone and accepting his comment.
He examined her once more, noticing that the dress was without sleeves and showed a considerable amount of shoulders, which were smooth and soft. Without a doubt, Lizzie was a gorgeous young woman, but the dress only magnified her features and contributed to making her the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
Jo appeared from the fitting rooms, "so, what's the verdict?"
"I like it..." she began, then thumbed at Gordo, smiling all the while, "he *looks* like he likes it..."
Jo and Lizzie giggled at Gordo's astounded expression upon having observed Lizzie in the dress.
"Well... I like it, so I guess we'll take it," Jo said to a clerk passing by, who nodded and motioned for Lizzie to move back into the changing room.
Gordo blushed a shade of crimson, "I- yeah I wa- has anyone told you, you're really good at picking out dresses, Mrs. McGuire?"
Jo laughed.
The pair paused for a moment, in an awkward silence. Jo fiddled with some dresses which were quickly collected by another shop assistant.
"So..." she began, "how'd you get pulled into this Gordo?"
"Pulled into what?" he asked, confused slightly by the new direction of the conversation.
"I don't really know about sons, as of yet, but my daughter tells me absolutely *everything*..." she replied, looking at him, "and this whole idea of you two suddenly together, was kind of- you know- sprung on us... well me at least... so I figure that something is up".
Gordo hadn't given the woman enough credit. Admittedly, she was one the inside of Lizzie's thoughts, to some degree, but it seemed to him, that she was the only person that had figured out what was going on between Lizzie and himself.
"You know, don't you?" he asked flatly.
"I have my suspicions," Jo smiled.
Lizzie returned from the fitting room, once more, dressed in the apparel she had been before. The shop clerk produced a small white box and folded the dress neatly into it.
"So... you really like it?" Lizzie asked, as the usual rigmarole of the exchange of money and signing of papers happened between Jo and the clerk.
"You're beautiful," he blurted out accidentally. As soon as he had realised what he'd said, she was blushing.
"Gordo... tha-" but she had no opportunity to finish her sentence. Another, less graceful, clerk rushed behind Lizzie, knocking her forward and into Gordo's arms.
Jo spun around for a brief moment, annoyed by the long process of purchasing the dress, to see the pair in each other's arms, "oh get a *room*, you two... for heaven's sake, we're in public," she scolded, then turned to the clerk once more, rolling her eyes all the while, "kids these days".
The pair stood for a moment, alarmed by the situation. Lizzie panicked more and pulled herself away quickly, "I'm sorry!" she apologized, brushing the front of her skirt.
"No, no, I'm sorry!" he returned, raising his arms in defence.
For the rest of the day, they both avoided all shop clerks.
A/N: I know, I know, nothing about the yearbook... just give me time and all shall be revealed =) I know... nasty, aren't I? =)