The very nervous Gordo carefully walked into the hotel, where the prom was. He had his tuxedo on, and was just ready to see Lizzie, but as he looked he did not see her anywhere.
Miranda ran up to Gordo, Larry trailing behind.
"Gordo, my man," Larry said, holding up his hand for a high-five. Gordo greeted him, and asked where Lizzie was.
"That's what I needed to tell you, Gordo. Lizzie refused to come."
The news hit Gordo like a punch in the stomach.
"She's not here?" he confirmed, his face paling.
"No, Gordo. We went to go pick her up, and her mom said that she was not feeling well, and did not feel like going."
Gordo hit his head with his hand.
"I told you at all costs."
"I did try, Larry, didn't I try?"
Larry, who had been spacing out about something, quickly agreed.
"Well, what are we going to do now?"
"I'll try again," Miranda replied, and grabbed her phone.
"Lizzie? Oh, hi, Mrs. Mcguire. I just wanted to talk to Lizzie."
Miranda waited as Mrs. Mcguire passed the phone to Lizzie.
"Lizzie? Please come. It is so much fun....There are lots of people here alone....I know that, no Larry and I will come pick you up. Well, then get ready, and stop moping around. You know what? Somebody invited a whole load of guys from other schools, and some of them are really cute. Please? Okay be there in a sec!"
Miranda flipped her cell hone shut, and put it in her clutch.
"C'mon, guys, let's go get Lizzie!"
The trio ran out to Gordo's car, and sped away.
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"I am so glad that you two are getting back together. You have no idea possible how mopey Lizzie was when you were gone."
Miranda, and Larry, the entire ride home, had talked about what had happened since Gordo left.
Suddenly, Gordo's old car started to make funny noises.
"What was that?" Larry asked.
"It always does that," Gordo replied.
Again the car made another noise; this time louder and more obnoxious.
"You know, I may not know about cars, but I do know that cars are not supposed to make noises like that," Miranda said.
Miranda was right, and after on more large noise, the stalled in the middle of the road.
"Oh no," Gordo exclaimed, hitting his head against the steering wheel. "What are we going to do now?"
"Maybe you're out of gas," Larry theorized, but they soon discovered his theory was wrong when black smoke started to pour out of the hood.
"Relax, guys. Lizzie's house is not that far away, maybe we can just walk," Miranda proposed.
She spoke too soon, because the second she said that out loud, it began to rain.
"Everything is going all wrong tonight. Maybe it just was not meant to be," Gordo said.
"No, it is, and we are going to get there..." Miranda reassured him. "Someway or another."
"Well, we are definitely not going to drive there," Larry said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Miranda snapped back. "We are going to have to find another way."
"I know, I can call my sister," Gordo said, pulling his cell phone out of his coat pocket.
He dialed the phone, and after a few rings, Nick answered the phone.
"What's up, Short Stack?"
"I told you not to call me that. Listen, what are you guys doing?"
"We are at the hotel, getting ready to go to dinner."
"Can you come get me? It's an emergency. My car stalled right in front of the McDonald's on Central street."
"Sure, see you in a sec, Short Stack."
The phone clicked off, and Gordo put his phone back in his pocket.
"We are saved. Nick and my sister are going to come pick us up."
Miranda let out a sigh of relief, and the trio sat in Gordo's car and waited.
Finally, after an hour of waiting. Sarah's car pulled up beside Gordo's. Sarah stuck her head out the window, and yelled for them to get in.
"What took you so long?" Gordo complained.
"We got lost, I am sorry Gordo. Where is Lizzie?" Sarah said in one single breath.
"She wouldn't come, so now we are picking her up at her house, and my car stalled," Gordo explained quickly.
"I would better hurry then," she replied, and they sped away to Lizzie's house.
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I sat up in my room, tapping my fingers on my table. It had been an hour and a half since Miranda called. I looked out the window, and saw that it was puring down rain. She must have gotten stuck in traffic.
I flipped on the TV, but I could not concentrate on the show that I was watching. All I could think about was how fun the prom would have been if Gordo was still here, and...
"Lizzie? Miranda is here!" my mom yelled up to me.
Well, here it goes, I thought to myself, as I got my clutch, and started down the stairs.
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Sarah pulled up in front of Lizzie's house in no time at all.
"What time is it?" I asked, and Larry looked at his watch.
"Whoa! Sorry, but the prom was over five minutes ago."
I hit my head with my hand once more.
"There goes my plan," I complained.
"I'm sorry about your plan and everything, but I think I might have a new plan for you to use," Nick annouunced. "I used this move when I was trying to win Sarah over."
"Oh, really? What was that?" Sarah asked, as she laughed.
"You know, when we danced? It worked, didn't it?"
Sarah smiled.
"Anyway, ask her to dance."
"What will that do? We will just get soaked."
"Trust me, it's romantic."
"Okay, I think I will trust you two. But here, use this song, and don't play it until I give you the signal," I said, picking a CD out of Sarah's CD case.
"What is the signal?" Larry asked. "And what song?"
"I will give you the thumbs up, and it is number seven."
Miranda and I got out of the car, and walked up to Lizzie's door.
"Here it goes," I said, as Miranda rang the doorbell.
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"Miranda, the prom ended five minutes ago," I said, as I rushed down the stairs to see Miranda stanidng at the door in her dress.
"I know, but ran into some traffic, and we thought that we could go to the after prom party, and..." Miranda replied. "There was this really cute from out of town that wanted to meet you."
I groaned.
"I don't want to go to the after prom party with some guy I have never met."
"Trust me, Lizzie, this guy is really cool. And, he is standing right outside, so I am going to allow you two to get acquainted, while I go get in the car. It's raining cats and dogs out there."
She opened the door, and standing there, soaking wet was Gordo. His curly locks were completely soaked, and he looked like a drowned rat.
"Hey, there," he said, giving me that Gordo smile. "How are things?"
"Things are good," I replied. "And you?"
"They have been better. I...well, the prom is over, and I...never got to dance with you. Would you like to dance?" he asked, timidly.
I laughed at his unsureness, and accepted his invitation. He walked into my house, and gave me his hand.
"How about we dance in my yard?" I proposed.
Gordo looked truly perplexed.
"What about your dress?"
"This thing? I don't care."
So he led me out into my yard, and we started to dance. The rain continued to beat down on the two.
"So, how are things really?" he asked.
"I got accepted into Columbia," I said.
"That's great! I'l be in New York, at NYU."
"That's cool. We could hang out."
I looked into Gordo's face, and he seemed crushed by my statement.
"Hang out?"
"Yeah. It would be fun. We won't know anyone else there, so we can be our own posse."
"Remember the first time we danced together?" he asked.
"At the homecoming dance after you first moved here. You started singing Here Comes the Sun."
"Like this? Here Comes the Sun, and I said it's alright.." Gordo sang, of course very off-key.
"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter," I continued.
"Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here," Gordo sang along.
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I said it's alright," we sang in unison, laughing along with it.
"Those were the goold ole days," I said, laughing so much I was about to cry.
"Yeah they were. I have missed you so much," Gordo said, pulling me closer. It seemed just like the homecoming dance, except we were outside, and soaking wet from the rain.
We then pulled closer, and into a kiss.
It felt like we had never been apart.
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As Lizzie and I pulled into a kiss, I gave Nick the thumbs-up sign.
The voice of George Harrison played across the yard, and Lizzie smiled. With her mascara running down her cheek, and her hair soaked, and very stringy, she looked very disheveled. But she looked the most beautiful that I had ever seen her.
"Did you plan this, David Gordon?" she asked jokingly.
"Well, I had planned it different, but you kind of messed the plan, so...this is the new plan. Do you like it Elizabeth Mcguire?"
"As much as I like you."
"You hate the plan?" I joked.
"I love the plan, and you."
She smiled at me again.
"We can work it out."
"Work what out?" I asked.
She threw her hands up in the air.
"I don't know. It's the only Beatles song I know besides Here Comes the Sun, and I thought that I would throw another quote in, oh well, just kiss me."
I wrapped her up in my arms, and kissed her, not caring who was watching.
Miranda ran up to Gordo, Larry trailing behind.
"Gordo, my man," Larry said, holding up his hand for a high-five. Gordo greeted him, and asked where Lizzie was.
"That's what I needed to tell you, Gordo. Lizzie refused to come."
The news hit Gordo like a punch in the stomach.
"She's not here?" he confirmed, his face paling.
"No, Gordo. We went to go pick her up, and her mom said that she was not feeling well, and did not feel like going."
Gordo hit his head with his hand.
"I told you at all costs."
"I did try, Larry, didn't I try?"
Larry, who had been spacing out about something, quickly agreed.
"Well, what are we going to do now?"
"I'll try again," Miranda replied, and grabbed her phone.
"Lizzie? Oh, hi, Mrs. Mcguire. I just wanted to talk to Lizzie."
Miranda waited as Mrs. Mcguire passed the phone to Lizzie.
"Lizzie? Please come. It is so much fun....There are lots of people here alone....I know that, no Larry and I will come pick you up. Well, then get ready, and stop moping around. You know what? Somebody invited a whole load of guys from other schools, and some of them are really cute. Please? Okay be there in a sec!"
Miranda flipped her cell hone shut, and put it in her clutch.
"C'mon, guys, let's go get Lizzie!"
The trio ran out to Gordo's car, and sped away.
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"I am so glad that you two are getting back together. You have no idea possible how mopey Lizzie was when you were gone."
Miranda, and Larry, the entire ride home, had talked about what had happened since Gordo left.
Suddenly, Gordo's old car started to make funny noises.
"What was that?" Larry asked.
"It always does that," Gordo replied.
Again the car made another noise; this time louder and more obnoxious.
"You know, I may not know about cars, but I do know that cars are not supposed to make noises like that," Miranda said.
Miranda was right, and after on more large noise, the stalled in the middle of the road.
"Oh no," Gordo exclaimed, hitting his head against the steering wheel. "What are we going to do now?"
"Maybe you're out of gas," Larry theorized, but they soon discovered his theory was wrong when black smoke started to pour out of the hood.
"Relax, guys. Lizzie's house is not that far away, maybe we can just walk," Miranda proposed.
She spoke too soon, because the second she said that out loud, it began to rain.
"Everything is going all wrong tonight. Maybe it just was not meant to be," Gordo said.
"No, it is, and we are going to get there..." Miranda reassured him. "Someway or another."
"Well, we are definitely not going to drive there," Larry said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Miranda snapped back. "We are going to have to find another way."
"I know, I can call my sister," Gordo said, pulling his cell phone out of his coat pocket.
He dialed the phone, and after a few rings, Nick answered the phone.
"What's up, Short Stack?"
"I told you not to call me that. Listen, what are you guys doing?"
"We are at the hotel, getting ready to go to dinner."
"Can you come get me? It's an emergency. My car stalled right in front of the McDonald's on Central street."
"Sure, see you in a sec, Short Stack."
The phone clicked off, and Gordo put his phone back in his pocket.
"We are saved. Nick and my sister are going to come pick us up."
Miranda let out a sigh of relief, and the trio sat in Gordo's car and waited.
Finally, after an hour of waiting. Sarah's car pulled up beside Gordo's. Sarah stuck her head out the window, and yelled for them to get in.
"What took you so long?" Gordo complained.
"We got lost, I am sorry Gordo. Where is Lizzie?" Sarah said in one single breath.
"She wouldn't come, so now we are picking her up at her house, and my car stalled," Gordo explained quickly.
"I would better hurry then," she replied, and they sped away to Lizzie's house.
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I sat up in my room, tapping my fingers on my table. It had been an hour and a half since Miranda called. I looked out the window, and saw that it was puring down rain. She must have gotten stuck in traffic.
I flipped on the TV, but I could not concentrate on the show that I was watching. All I could think about was how fun the prom would have been if Gordo was still here, and...
"Lizzie? Miranda is here!" my mom yelled up to me.
Well, here it goes, I thought to myself, as I got my clutch, and started down the stairs.
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Sarah pulled up in front of Lizzie's house in no time at all.
"What time is it?" I asked, and Larry looked at his watch.
"Whoa! Sorry, but the prom was over five minutes ago."
I hit my head with my hand once more.
"There goes my plan," I complained.
"I'm sorry about your plan and everything, but I think I might have a new plan for you to use," Nick annouunced. "I used this move when I was trying to win Sarah over."
"Oh, really? What was that?" Sarah asked, as she laughed.
"You know, when we danced? It worked, didn't it?"
Sarah smiled.
"Anyway, ask her to dance."
"What will that do? We will just get soaked."
"Trust me, it's romantic."
"Okay, I think I will trust you two. But here, use this song, and don't play it until I give you the signal," I said, picking a CD out of Sarah's CD case.
"What is the signal?" Larry asked. "And what song?"
"I will give you the thumbs up, and it is number seven."
Miranda and I got out of the car, and walked up to Lizzie's door.
"Here it goes," I said, as Miranda rang the doorbell.
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"Miranda, the prom ended five minutes ago," I said, as I rushed down the stairs to see Miranda stanidng at the door in her dress.
"I know, but ran into some traffic, and we thought that we could go to the after prom party, and..." Miranda replied. "There was this really cute from out of town that wanted to meet you."
I groaned.
"I don't want to go to the after prom party with some guy I have never met."
"Trust me, Lizzie, this guy is really cool. And, he is standing right outside, so I am going to allow you two to get acquainted, while I go get in the car. It's raining cats and dogs out there."
She opened the door, and standing there, soaking wet was Gordo. His curly locks were completely soaked, and he looked like a drowned rat.
"Hey, there," he said, giving me that Gordo smile. "How are things?"
"Things are good," I replied. "And you?"
"They have been better. I...well, the prom is over, and I...never got to dance with you. Would you like to dance?" he asked, timidly.
I laughed at his unsureness, and accepted his invitation. He walked into my house, and gave me his hand.
"How about we dance in my yard?" I proposed.
Gordo looked truly perplexed.
"What about your dress?"
"This thing? I don't care."
So he led me out into my yard, and we started to dance. The rain continued to beat down on the two.
"So, how are things really?" he asked.
"I got accepted into Columbia," I said.
"That's great! I'l be in New York, at NYU."
"That's cool. We could hang out."
I looked into Gordo's face, and he seemed crushed by my statement.
"Hang out?"
"Yeah. It would be fun. We won't know anyone else there, so we can be our own posse."
"Remember the first time we danced together?" he asked.
"At the homecoming dance after you first moved here. You started singing Here Comes the Sun."
"Like this? Here Comes the Sun, and I said it's alright.." Gordo sang, of course very off-key.
"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter," I continued.
"Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here," Gordo sang along.
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I said it's alright," we sang in unison, laughing along with it.
"Those were the goold ole days," I said, laughing so much I was about to cry.
"Yeah they were. I have missed you so much," Gordo said, pulling me closer. It seemed just like the homecoming dance, except we were outside, and soaking wet from the rain.
We then pulled closer, and into a kiss.
It felt like we had never been apart.
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As Lizzie and I pulled into a kiss, I gave Nick the thumbs-up sign.
The voice of George Harrison played across the yard, and Lizzie smiled. With her mascara running down her cheek, and her hair soaked, and very stringy, she looked very disheveled. But she looked the most beautiful that I had ever seen her.
"Did you plan this, David Gordon?" she asked jokingly.
"Well, I had planned it different, but you kind of messed the plan, so...this is the new plan. Do you like it Elizabeth Mcguire?"
"As much as I like you."
"You hate the plan?" I joked.
"I love the plan, and you."
She smiled at me again.
"We can work it out."
"Work what out?" I asked.
She threw her hands up in the air.
"I don't know. It's the only Beatles song I know besides Here Comes the Sun, and I thought that I would throw another quote in, oh well, just kiss me."
I wrapped her up in my arms, and kissed her, not caring who was watching.