"Awwww...my wittle baby is on the dance team. Her first football game to perform, I am so excited!"
"Mooommmm...please don't make a big deal. It is no big deal."
"Yeah, honey. Hey, what color do you want the dancer to be?" Lizzie's dad, who had been working on something in the kitchen, asked. She assumed it was another yard gnome.
"Ummmm...I dunno. Lizzie, honey, what is your favorite color?"
"What are you guys doing?" Lizzie exclaimed, as she rushed into the kitchen. There lay a huge sign that read, WE ARE WITH THE DANCE TEAM!
"MOM! What is this?"
"I'm supporting you! Your dad and I are so proud!" Jo said, as she wrapped Lizzie into a gigantic hug.
"Yeah, Lizzie. We are extremely proud," Sam chimed in.
"Okay, I guess...just don't tell anyone that you are my parents."
At that moment, Matt walked in with a pile of white tshirts in his arms.
"Here, Mom, there is yours...here is your's Dad..."
"What are those?" Lizzie asked her little brother.
"Tshirts."
Jo pulled hers on over her head. On the front of her shirt there was a huge L.
Oh no, she thought. This can't be.
Matt and her dad had also pulled theirs on over their shirts. Much to her dismay, her Dad's shirt had a huge I on the front, and Matt's had a huge Z.
"Do you like these honey? They are going to spell out LIZZIE."
"Who else is wearing a shirt with you?" Lizzie asked, almost scared of the embarassment she was to endure.
"Your grandparents."
"NO! You guys cannot wear these shirts, or hold up this sign!"
"Why not?"
"Just...becuase...it is too embarassing...please?"
"Awww....Lizzie, I am just so proud of my big sis, and I worked so hard on these, and you don't even care," Matt said, as he launched into full-on fake cry mode.
Her parents were actually going to believe this little creep, she thought to herself.
"LIZZIE! We are going to wear these shirts..and hold up that sign, if you like it or not," her mom said as she comforted Matt.
"Fine...then, I have to go. See you at the game."
"We will be there in a second, we want to get a good seat."
"Bye," Lizzie yelled as she exited the house.
She also could distinctly see a smile on Matt's face, through his "tears."
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"Bye Mom, bye Mike."
"Where do you think you are going young man?" Mike said, stopping Gordo as he walked out the door.
"To the football game," Gordo replied as he continued to exit the house.
"I don't think so," Mike answered as he stepped in front of the door, refusing to let Gordo pass.
"Why not?"
"You need to do your homework."
"It's a Friday," Gordo challenged his stepfather.
"Mike, let the boy go to the game," Gordo's mom called from the living room.
"Yeah, let me go."
The two were looking each other straight in the eye now.
"How are you going to get there?"
"My car," Gordo answered matter-of-factly.
"How are you going to use your car...without the keys?" Mike said, with a slight smile.
Gordo reached for his pocket, and of course, his keys were not in there.
"Where are they?"
"Ohhh....I do not know."
Gordo was becoming more and more angry with Mike. What did he want? Did he want Gordo to not have a life?
"C'mon...Mike, let me go. I promised someone that I would come to watch them perform."
Well, in all actuality, he did not exactly promise Lizzie, but he did mention that he would be there.
Mike's eyes glistened with a new idea.
"Lizzie."
"Yeah, what about her?"
"You are going to go see Lizzie, and I will not allow that."
Mike walked back into the living room and sat with Gordo's mom. Gordo ran in there to find the two of them arguing about Gordo going to the football game.
"Mike, please, let him go."
"He is going to see Lizzie, we cannot allow that."
"Lizzie...who is that? Her name does not ring a bell."
"Lizzie is that girl that convinced him to skip our wedding and drive to Seattle for the day. We decided mutually not to let them see each other anymore."
"Oh, that girl? Mike, I don't really care if he sees her anymore."
"Anyways, you can't go, because your car does not have any gas."
"I filled it up right after school!"
"I ran a few errands, while you were watching TV."
Gordo looked to his mom for support.
"I'm sorry, honey, maybe next week you can go," she said apologeticly.
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I scanned the crowd over again. Much to my dismay, I found no sign of Gordo again.
"Miranda, do you know where Gordo is?"
"Why, Lizzie?"
"He just told me that he was going to be here, that's it."
"No..I have not seen him."
Again, I searched the crowd, and all could I could see, was my family waving their sign, with their shirts on.
I sighed a deep sigh another time.
"Well...Miranda, I have to go get ready for my performance."
"See you later, chica! Break a leg!"
I went to the girl's bathroom to start stretching and preparing for her dance. Where was he? This was going to bug me all night.
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HILLRIDGEQT: Gordo, why weren't you at the game?
She was on. I almost jumped for joy, but instead I talked to her.
HEYJUDE454: Mike would not let me go at all.
HILLRIDGEQT: What a creep.
HILLRIDGEQT: You know what my parents did?
HEYJUDE454: what?
HILLRIDGEQT: they brought a huge sign, and wore tshirts with my name on them.
HEYJUDE454: that stinks
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah, well at least Kate moved away
HILLRIDGEQT: it stinks that you could not come
HEYJUDE454: my stepfather is a jerk
She actually cared if I came or not. My leapt with joy. I better stop this; I am acting like a silly little girl with a crush.
HEYJUDE454: homecoming is in 2 wks right?
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah
HEYJUDE454: do u want 2 go w/ me?
HEYJUDE454: as friends?
There was a long pause. I really hope that I did not freak her out or anything.
HILLRIDGEQT: sure, as friends
HEYJUDE454: great, can't wait
HILLRIDGEQT: g2g grandparents c ya @ school
HEYJUDE454: i c, bye
HILLRIDGEQT signed off at 10:13am (eastern)
My heart raced with joy. I was actually going to go to homecoming with Lizzie, the girl of my dreams. It did not matter that it was just as friends. We were still going together.
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HEYJUDE454: homecoming is in 2 wks right?
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah
HEYJUDE454: do u want 2 go w/ me?
HEYJUDE454: as friends?
Wait a minute.
Gordo wanted to go to homecoming with me. All I can think about is my conversation with Jeremy. He really wants to go with me. Not just as friends. I thought for a while about what my response would be. I could not just turn him down.
I could...but I don't want to.
Wait a minute. That would mean...that I subconsciously like him.
HILLRIDGEQT: sure, as friends
HEYJUDE454: great, can't wait
HILLRIDGEQT: g2g grandparents c ya @ school
HEYJUDE454: i c, bye
I said yes. Does that mean that...
....I'm in love with Gordo?
I am almost scared of my own emotions. It may sound silly, but this was not supposed to happen. Gordo and I were never supposed to develop feelings for each other.
But there is something about him. I don't know.
This is ridiculous.
Me and Gordo?
Gordo and me?
Lizzie and David?
The more I say it, the less silly it sounds, and I finally come under the realization that....
I might like Gordo.
"Mooommmm...please don't make a big deal. It is no big deal."
"Yeah, honey. Hey, what color do you want the dancer to be?" Lizzie's dad, who had been working on something in the kitchen, asked. She assumed it was another yard gnome.
"Ummmm...I dunno. Lizzie, honey, what is your favorite color?"
"What are you guys doing?" Lizzie exclaimed, as she rushed into the kitchen. There lay a huge sign that read, WE ARE WITH THE DANCE TEAM!
"MOM! What is this?"
"I'm supporting you! Your dad and I are so proud!" Jo said, as she wrapped Lizzie into a gigantic hug.
"Yeah, Lizzie. We are extremely proud," Sam chimed in.
"Okay, I guess...just don't tell anyone that you are my parents."
At that moment, Matt walked in with a pile of white tshirts in his arms.
"Here, Mom, there is yours...here is your's Dad..."
"What are those?" Lizzie asked her little brother.
"Tshirts."
Jo pulled hers on over her head. On the front of her shirt there was a huge L.
Oh no, she thought. This can't be.
Matt and her dad had also pulled theirs on over their shirts. Much to her dismay, her Dad's shirt had a huge I on the front, and Matt's had a huge Z.
"Do you like these honey? They are going to spell out LIZZIE."
"Who else is wearing a shirt with you?" Lizzie asked, almost scared of the embarassment she was to endure.
"Your grandparents."
"NO! You guys cannot wear these shirts, or hold up this sign!"
"Why not?"
"Just...becuase...it is too embarassing...please?"
"Awww....Lizzie, I am just so proud of my big sis, and I worked so hard on these, and you don't even care," Matt said, as he launched into full-on fake cry mode.
Her parents were actually going to believe this little creep, she thought to herself.
"LIZZIE! We are going to wear these shirts..and hold up that sign, if you like it or not," her mom said as she comforted Matt.
"Fine...then, I have to go. See you at the game."
"We will be there in a second, we want to get a good seat."
"Bye," Lizzie yelled as she exited the house.
She also could distinctly see a smile on Matt's face, through his "tears."
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"Bye Mom, bye Mike."
"Where do you think you are going young man?" Mike said, stopping Gordo as he walked out the door.
"To the football game," Gordo replied as he continued to exit the house.
"I don't think so," Mike answered as he stepped in front of the door, refusing to let Gordo pass.
"Why not?"
"You need to do your homework."
"It's a Friday," Gordo challenged his stepfather.
"Mike, let the boy go to the game," Gordo's mom called from the living room.
"Yeah, let me go."
The two were looking each other straight in the eye now.
"How are you going to get there?"
"My car," Gordo answered matter-of-factly.
"How are you going to use your car...without the keys?" Mike said, with a slight smile.
Gordo reached for his pocket, and of course, his keys were not in there.
"Where are they?"
"Ohhh....I do not know."
Gordo was becoming more and more angry with Mike. What did he want? Did he want Gordo to not have a life?
"C'mon...Mike, let me go. I promised someone that I would come to watch them perform."
Well, in all actuality, he did not exactly promise Lizzie, but he did mention that he would be there.
Mike's eyes glistened with a new idea.
"Lizzie."
"Yeah, what about her?"
"You are going to go see Lizzie, and I will not allow that."
Mike walked back into the living room and sat with Gordo's mom. Gordo ran in there to find the two of them arguing about Gordo going to the football game.
"Mike, please, let him go."
"He is going to see Lizzie, we cannot allow that."
"Lizzie...who is that? Her name does not ring a bell."
"Lizzie is that girl that convinced him to skip our wedding and drive to Seattle for the day. We decided mutually not to let them see each other anymore."
"Oh, that girl? Mike, I don't really care if he sees her anymore."
"Anyways, you can't go, because your car does not have any gas."
"I filled it up right after school!"
"I ran a few errands, while you were watching TV."
Gordo looked to his mom for support.
"I'm sorry, honey, maybe next week you can go," she said apologeticly.
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I scanned the crowd over again. Much to my dismay, I found no sign of Gordo again.
"Miranda, do you know where Gordo is?"
"Why, Lizzie?"
"He just told me that he was going to be here, that's it."
"No..I have not seen him."
Again, I searched the crowd, and all could I could see, was my family waving their sign, with their shirts on.
I sighed a deep sigh another time.
"Well...Miranda, I have to go get ready for my performance."
"See you later, chica! Break a leg!"
I went to the girl's bathroom to start stretching and preparing for her dance. Where was he? This was going to bug me all night.
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HILLRIDGEQT: Gordo, why weren't you at the game?
She was on. I almost jumped for joy, but instead I talked to her.
HEYJUDE454: Mike would not let me go at all.
HILLRIDGEQT: What a creep.
HILLRIDGEQT: You know what my parents did?
HEYJUDE454: what?
HILLRIDGEQT: they brought a huge sign, and wore tshirts with my name on them.
HEYJUDE454: that stinks
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah, well at least Kate moved away
HILLRIDGEQT: it stinks that you could not come
HEYJUDE454: my stepfather is a jerk
She actually cared if I came or not. My leapt with joy. I better stop this; I am acting like a silly little girl with a crush.
HEYJUDE454: homecoming is in 2 wks right?
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah
HEYJUDE454: do u want 2 go w/ me?
HEYJUDE454: as friends?
There was a long pause. I really hope that I did not freak her out or anything.
HILLRIDGEQT: sure, as friends
HEYJUDE454: great, can't wait
HILLRIDGEQT: g2g grandparents c ya @ school
HEYJUDE454: i c, bye
HILLRIDGEQT signed off at 10:13am (eastern)
My heart raced with joy. I was actually going to go to homecoming with Lizzie, the girl of my dreams. It did not matter that it was just as friends. We were still going together.
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HEYJUDE454: homecoming is in 2 wks right?
HILLRIDGEQT: yeah
HEYJUDE454: do u want 2 go w/ me?
HEYJUDE454: as friends?
Wait a minute.
Gordo wanted to go to homecoming with me. All I can think about is my conversation with Jeremy. He really wants to go with me. Not just as friends. I thought for a while about what my response would be. I could not just turn him down.
I could...but I don't want to.
Wait a minute. That would mean...that I subconsciously like him.
HILLRIDGEQT: sure, as friends
HEYJUDE454: great, can't wait
HILLRIDGEQT: g2g grandparents c ya @ school
HEYJUDE454: i c, bye
I said yes. Does that mean that...
....I'm in love with Gordo?
I am almost scared of my own emotions. It may sound silly, but this was not supposed to happen. Gordo and I were never supposed to develop feelings for each other.
But there is something about him. I don't know.
This is ridiculous.
Me and Gordo?
Gordo and me?
Lizzie and David?
The more I say it, the less silly it sounds, and I finally come under the realization that....
I might like Gordo.