Lizzie groaned as she heard the distinctive sound of her alarm clock blaring. She quickly hit the snooze button, but not before glancing at the time. 5:45 in the morning. Ugh. As she rolled over in bed she became uncomfortably aware of how heavy her head was. Try as she might Lizzie couldn't find a comfortable position in the bed, so she decided to get up. As she sat up her head began spinning again. Lizzie couldn't figure out what was causing the headache. She thought back to the night before, when she had gone to bed early. No, wait. Had she gone to bed early? Lizzie tried to remember what had happened last night, but all she could think of was some party Isabella had taken her to. After she was ready, Lizzie decided to ask Gordo. He might know.
After packing, showering, carefully applying her make-up, getting changed into an outfit for the plane ride home, and taking two Advil's, Lizzie was ready to talk to Gordo. She figured he'd be up now, it was 7:00 and they needed to be at the airport by 8:00. Lizzie shut the door to her hotel room quietly and walked down the hallway to Gordo's room. After knocking she heard Ethan's voice telling her to come in.
"I can't, Ethan. It's locked!" Lizzie called through the heavy wood door, hoping he could here her.
As the door opened, Lizzie heard Ethan muttering something to him self about ladies always wanting guys to do everything for them. She rolled her eyes and asked where Gordo was.
"Downstairs gettin' some breakfast."
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"What do I look like, a psychic?" Lizzie was beginning to get annoyed, but luckily Gordo's entrance cut her short of saying something she'd regret.
"Hey, Gordo. Look, I really need to talk to you about last night."
"I'll leave you two alone." Ethan stated as he stood up. "Don't forget what I told you about, Gordon."
After Ethan had shut the door, Gordo began speaking. "Lizzie, I don't care what Ethan says; I don't care if guys aren't supposed to talk about feelings. I love you, and I want you to know. I've loved you ever since I met you."
Startled by his sudden outburst, Lizzie just stared at Gordo. He loved her? Where had that come from? "Awe, Gordo, that's so sweet! I love you, too. You're like a brother to me, how could I not love you?" Gordo sighed. Typical Lizzie. She still hadn't noticed that Gordo was crazy about her, and even when he screamed it out to her she was oblivious.
"I really need to talk to you, though, Gordo. I woke up this morning with this horrible headache and I can't remember anything that happened last night. All I know is that I went to some sort of party with Isabella."
"You went to a party last night?" Gordo asked, striving to keep his face emotionless. He didn't like where this was going.
"Uh-huh. I think it was some sort of after the concert party. Yeah, that's what it was! It was at one of Isabella's friend's houses. Isabella wanted me to talk to some guy standing by the speaker. I think I did."
Gordo's heart was slowly breaking.
"Yeah, I talked to Paul outside. I think. He gave me some punch. Then I remember kissing someone…"
"That's why you can't remember anything, Lizzie! That punch probably had alcohol in it. It explains the headache, too."
Lizzie's eyes grew wide. "Oh my gosh, Gordo! How could I have been so stupid? I knew it tasted funny."
Seeing that Lizzie couldn't remember who she had kissed, Gordo decided to take advantage of hit. If she didn't know it has been him, she'd give him an honest opinion.
"So, Lizzie. How was the mysterious kiss?"
"Ugh, awkward. I remember being so uncomfortable the whole time and wondering why on earth he would kiss me. Wait, I think I know who it was!"
Gordo didn't know how is broken heart was able to beat so fast.
"Paul!" Lizzie exclaimed, excited to have remember. Gordo was less than thrilled, however.
"You kissed a guy you met for five minutes at a party?" Gordo was stunned. He mumbled the rest of the sentence. "Right before you kissed me?"
"What did you say, Gordo?"
"I didn't say anything."
"You're lying. You said that we kissed last night. After I kissed Paul. Why don't I remember it?"
"I think we've been over this, Lizzie." Even to himself his voice came out harsh. Good. He wanted to hurt Lizzie. "You were completely drunk."
"I think I'd remember kissing my best friend." Lizzie was confused and hurt by what Gordo had said. She'd never kiss Gordo, really kiss him at least. That was like kissing Matt – ew!
"Look Liz, it doesn't matter. It was a thank-you kiss, or something." She could see in his eyes that it had been more than that, though.
"Gordo, please tell me what happened last night?" Yep, she was doing this to cause him as much pain as possible.