My hand shook nervously as I rang the doorbell. I had been waiting for this night for two weeks. The night Lizzie Mcguire and I would be going to the homecoming together.
I had anxiously prepared every aspect of the evening. From going to the mall and renting a new suit, to perfectly crafting a lie to tell my mom and Mike.
FLASHBACK
"Where are you going Gordo?"
"I'm going to the play at the Hillridge Community Center."
"I didn't know that you were into that kind of stuff."
"Well...I have to go see it and review it for my filmography class."
"Oh...have fun!"
END FLASHBACK
Thank goodness that my stepfather was not there. He would have found some excuse to why I could not have gone tonight.
I tried to keep it in my power to make tonight perfect. I also was going to tell Lizzie how I felt tonight.
The door opened slowly. A man, obviously Lizzie's father, was standing there.
"You must be Gordo," he greeted me, shaking my hand.
"Yes, that would be me."
"Pleased to meet you. I'll go get Lizzie."
Lizzie's father rushed up the stairs to retrieve his daughter, leaving me standing in the doorway of their home. A woman, who I percieved to be Lizzie's mother rushed up to me.
"Are you Gordo?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I better go get the camera," she said, rushing off into their kitchen.
At that moment, Lizzie gracefully strode down the stairs. She looked radiant. Her dress, black, with a pink stripe, was beautiful on her.
She playfully twirled around, with her arms in the air.
"What do you think?"
"I love it."
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. This startled me, because this was the first time Lizzie had ever done something like that.
"Okay, kids...let's take some pictures."
Her parents lined us up for the standard pictures-before-the-dance.
"MOM, we need to leave," Lizzie whined.
"This will be just a second."
After they finally finished taking pictures, Lizzie rolled her eyes. She grabbed her clutch, and opened the door.
"Gordo, come on," she whispered, as she hurried out the door.
I ran out after her.
"I'm sorry that we have to go in my car," I apologized, as we got into my not-so-elegant car.
"That's okay. I really don't give a care. It's just homecoming, after all."
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After we had eaten dinner with all of our friends, we finally made it to the actual dance.
We had both gotten there a little early, so we grabbed a table fro ourselves, and all of our friends. However, as the dance went on, most of our friends were out on the dance floor.
"Gordo, are you worried?"
"About what?"
"About the future? Do you ever have those days where your just like, I don't know where I am going to be next year?"
"All the time."
"Really? Because you seem so happy-go-lucky."
"Oh..I have my issues."
"Like what?"
"My stepfather wants to send me to enlist in the army, and I want to go to NYU, for starters."
"That stinks. Can't you decide where you want to go to college?"
"Well...I am applying to NYU, behind his back. My father left me a sum of money to me for college."
We looked each other in the eyes. This was the first time we had really talked about their future.
"What about you?" Gordo asked Lizzie.
"I have been working so hard. I have always wanted to go to Columbia, you know? If I don't get in, I don't know what I'll do."
"You'll make it."
"I don't know. How are you always so sure about everything all the time?"
"You don't need to worry. If they don't accept you, then they are just crazy."
"You're so sweet Gordo. I am so lucky to have a friend like you."
The way she said friend was depressing.
Here Comes the Sun
Here Comes the Sun
And I said
It's Alright
The opening notes of Here Comes the Sun started to play.
"I love this song," I exclaimed, as I grabbed Lizzie's hand. "Let's dance."
"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter," I sang along with the music.
"Little darling, it's been so long since it's been here. C'mon, sing with me!"
Lizzie looked at me like I was crazy.
"You know you want to."
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I said, it's alright," we sang in unison.
"That's the spirit," I said, happily.
"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmmm, do, do, do, do," Lizzie hummed along with George Harrison. "See, Gordo. Like now. I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?" I asked, as I twirled Lizzie under my arm.
"You are so carefree."
"Now I am. But when I get home, and my stepfather sees that I did not go to a play, I won't get out of the house for a year. Little darling, the smiles are returning to our faces."
Lizzie smiled at me.
"See, Gordo, that's why I lov...like you."
"Sun, sun, sun, here it co-omes."
"Sun, sun, sun, here it co-omes," Lizzie also sang along with me.
We both danced silently to the rest of the song, adding dips and turns where we felt needed. The end of the song came and she looked into my eyes. My cool blue eyes, met with her deep brown eyes. We leaned in closer together, and our lips met.
As we pulled apart, Lizzie stuttered, "I have to go."
She quickly ran away from me, and into the girl's bathroom. I went back to our table and sat with my head in my arms. We were fine a minute ago. What went wrong?
I had anxiously prepared every aspect of the evening. From going to the mall and renting a new suit, to perfectly crafting a lie to tell my mom and Mike.
FLASHBACK
"Where are you going Gordo?"
"I'm going to the play at the Hillridge Community Center."
"I didn't know that you were into that kind of stuff."
"Well...I have to go see it and review it for my filmography class."
"Oh...have fun!"
END FLASHBACK
Thank goodness that my stepfather was not there. He would have found some excuse to why I could not have gone tonight.
I tried to keep it in my power to make tonight perfect. I also was going to tell Lizzie how I felt tonight.
The door opened slowly. A man, obviously Lizzie's father, was standing there.
"You must be Gordo," he greeted me, shaking my hand.
"Yes, that would be me."
"Pleased to meet you. I'll go get Lizzie."
Lizzie's father rushed up the stairs to retrieve his daughter, leaving me standing in the doorway of their home. A woman, who I percieved to be Lizzie's mother rushed up to me.
"Are you Gordo?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I better go get the camera," she said, rushing off into their kitchen.
At that moment, Lizzie gracefully strode down the stairs. She looked radiant. Her dress, black, with a pink stripe, was beautiful on her.
She playfully twirled around, with her arms in the air.
"What do you think?"
"I love it."
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. This startled me, because this was the first time Lizzie had ever done something like that.
"Okay, kids...let's take some pictures."
Her parents lined us up for the standard pictures-before-the-dance.
"MOM, we need to leave," Lizzie whined.
"This will be just a second."
After they finally finished taking pictures, Lizzie rolled her eyes. She grabbed her clutch, and opened the door.
"Gordo, come on," she whispered, as she hurried out the door.
I ran out after her.
"I'm sorry that we have to go in my car," I apologized, as we got into my not-so-elegant car.
"That's okay. I really don't give a care. It's just homecoming, after all."
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After we had eaten dinner with all of our friends, we finally made it to the actual dance.
We had both gotten there a little early, so we grabbed a table fro ourselves, and all of our friends. However, as the dance went on, most of our friends were out on the dance floor.
"Gordo, are you worried?"
"About what?"
"About the future? Do you ever have those days where your just like, I don't know where I am going to be next year?"
"All the time."
"Really? Because you seem so happy-go-lucky."
"Oh..I have my issues."
"Like what?"
"My stepfather wants to send me to enlist in the army, and I want to go to NYU, for starters."
"That stinks. Can't you decide where you want to go to college?"
"Well...I am applying to NYU, behind his back. My father left me a sum of money to me for college."
We looked each other in the eyes. This was the first time we had really talked about their future.
"What about you?" Gordo asked Lizzie.
"I have been working so hard. I have always wanted to go to Columbia, you know? If I don't get in, I don't know what I'll do."
"You'll make it."
"I don't know. How are you always so sure about everything all the time?"
"You don't need to worry. If they don't accept you, then they are just crazy."
"You're so sweet Gordo. I am so lucky to have a friend like you."
The way she said friend was depressing.
Here Comes the Sun
Here Comes the Sun
And I said
It's Alright
The opening notes of Here Comes the Sun started to play.
"I love this song," I exclaimed, as I grabbed Lizzie's hand. "Let's dance."
"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter," I sang along with the music.
"Little darling, it's been so long since it's been here. C'mon, sing with me!"
Lizzie looked at me like I was crazy.
"You know you want to."
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I said, it's alright," we sang in unison.
"That's the spirit," I said, happily.
"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmmm, do, do, do, do," Lizzie hummed along with George Harrison. "See, Gordo. Like now. I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?" I asked, as I twirled Lizzie under my arm.
"You are so carefree."
"Now I am. But when I get home, and my stepfather sees that I did not go to a play, I won't get out of the house for a year. Little darling, the smiles are returning to our faces."
Lizzie smiled at me.
"See, Gordo, that's why I lov...like you."
"Sun, sun, sun, here it co-omes."
"Sun, sun, sun, here it co-omes," Lizzie also sang along with me.
We both danced silently to the rest of the song, adding dips and turns where we felt needed. The end of the song came and she looked into my eyes. My cool blue eyes, met with her deep brown eyes. We leaned in closer together, and our lips met.
As we pulled apart, Lizzie stuttered, "I have to go."
She quickly ran away from me, and into the girl's bathroom. I went back to our table and sat with my head in my arms. We were fine a minute ago. What went wrong?