"Gordo?" Lizzie asked, surprised yet worried about what he had seen.
"What are you doing out?"
"I could ask you the same
question," he laughed. "Actually I went to your room to talk to you.
But no one was in there, so I decided to take a walk."
"Well, I'm glad I ran
into you."
"Literally." Gordo easily
joked.
"Do you want to go back to the
hotel and talk? Or we could do it out here, I guess. It's a beautiful
night." The carefree atmosphere the joking had created was suddenly broken
by that phrase. Do you want to go back to the hotel and talk?
Because the truth was, neither Lizzie nor Gordo was really looking forward to
talking to each other about what had happened only a few short hours ago.
"Uh, I guess out here would be
cool." Together they walked to an empty bench and sat down.
"So, Gordo. What did you
want to talk to me about?" Lizzie asked, deciding to let Gordo do the
talking first.
"Well, uh, Lizzie." Gordo could feel his cheeks growing warm, and he was instantly glad he had chosen to stay outside in the dark so Lizzie couldn't see.
"Come on, Gordo."
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…" Taking a big breath, Gordo decided to be bold. Wrapping his arms around Lizzie he pulled her lips closer and closer to his. Finally her lips were so close he could taste her strawberry lip-gloss and feel the softness of her lips.
After they had pulled away from each other Lizzie said "I love the way you finish sentences, Gordo."
Blushing and once again stumbling for the right words to say, all Gordo could do was chuckle. After debating with himself about whether or not he should use the ever popular line and I love you (hey, Lizzie was a big fan of chick flicks!), he decided against it.
"Gordo?" Lizzie lightly tapped his shoulder." I have a feeling there was more to what you wanted to say.
"Yeah, there was. I just wasn't expecting to see you out here, and I'm trying to figure out how to word this." Gordo replied honestly. In his heart, though, he knew there wasn't an easy way to tell your best friend that you've loved her since before you knew what love meant. He decided to go with the simplest thing he could think of – "I love you, Lizzie."
Grinning, Lizzie started to reply. "I love you, t–" Then she started feeling dizzy again. "G-Gordo?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm going to throw up." The alcohol in her system was making Lizzie feel nauseous. She bent over and vomited. Gordo held back Lizzie's long golden hair as she threw up. After a few minutes, Lizzie sat up again.
"I'm sorry, Gordo." She cried.
"Don't worry about it, Lizzie. Are you feeling better?"
"Not really. I'm so dizzy and I feel really gross. I think I better go back to the hotel." Gordo grabbed her hand and walked her back to her door.
"Thanks, Gordo. I'll see you tomorrow on the plane."