Lizzie and Gordo sat on Gordo's bed and grimaced as they rethought the last 24 hours in their heads. Both Mike and Lizzie's parents had been in a screaming match pretty much the entire time since Lizzie and Gordo had been caught.
Lizzie pressed her ear against the door.
"How long do you think they will go?"
"I don't know. We messed up pretty bad with our plan."
Lizzie put her hand to her head.
"That stupid plan. If I didn't say anything, our parents would not be downstairs yelling at each other, and we would not need a new plan."
"Lizzie...let's just keep it together. Maybe we should tell them the truth."
Lizzie looked at him, her eyes blurred with tears.
"Then they will never let us see each other ever again."
"Maybe they won't, but this plan will never work out. Too many lies that are too big to pull off."
"We could pull it off."
"Lizzie...this is bigger than both of us."
Lizzie opened her door a little to hear the raging arguement downstairs.
"TO THINK THAT THEY WERE IN A CAR IN A PUBLIC PLACE..."
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"...MAKING OUT FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE!" Mike yelled at the shocked Lizzie and Gordo, who had their arms wrapped around each other in a very compromising position.
"Get away from me," Gordo said through clenched teeth.
"Your mom asked me to come find you. She wanted to 'talk'. I found Sarah and Nick at the local Motel 6, and I am furious. This is reason enough to ship you off right now."
"I am so sorry," Lizzie mildly whispered.
"SHUT UP, AND GET AWAY FROM MY SON!" Mike screamed at Lizzie.
He took Gordo by the ear and yanked him out of the car. Lizzie followed because she did not want the same for herself.
"I already called your parents, and they are at our house. We need to straighten you kids out."
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Lizzie's mom and dad were already at the house when Lizzie, Gordo, and Mike returned. They were very confused at what was going on because of many reasons. It was only eleven o'clock at night, well before Lizzie's curfew, and both Lizzie and Gordo were responsible kids.
"Explain yourselves," Mike said thrusting them into the room.
"We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and he came back for prom. That's all there is to it," Lizzie calmly explained, the most rational she had been all night.
"Mike, I don't really see the problem. They were just having fun like normal high schoolers. Besides, Lizzie was within her curfew," Sam Mcguire stated.
"I think that the two of them should not see each other," Mike replied.
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other with panicked expressions. There was no way that Gordo would be allowed to go back to Lawrence, and if he stayed here, they would probably not be allowed to date. She tried to think of a plan as Sarah argued with Mike.
"Mike, they're just kids. Let them date and have fun..." Sarah yelled at him.
Suddenly Lizzie came up with an idea. Unfortunately, she did not think it quite through, and she did not think of the many consequences.
"I'm pregnant," she blurted out impulsively.
The whole room was quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Gordo had a horrified expression on his face, and was shaking his head looking at the ground.
Mrs. Mcguire burst into tears, and Mike slowly walked up to Lizzie. Suddenly he slapped her across the face.
Sam ran up to him, and started to yell at him as well.
Gordo grabbed Lizzie's hand, and the two of them ran up to his room, where they had been since.
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"Gordo, I think we should tell them the truth."
Lizzie was still wringing her hands and crying her eyes out.
"Why? They would never let us see each other again."
With this, Lizzie carefully chose what she was going to say.
"David, I am not going to lie. It's been great going out with you. You're a great guy. But I can't deal with this. My parents are down there crying, thinking that I'm going to have a baby, and your stepfather wants to kill me. I can't do it. I'm going to go tell them."
She walked out of the room, leaving a shocked Gordo.
He folloed her and sat down by the top of the staircase so he could hear what was going on, but not be seen.
"I'm sorry. I was not really pregnant. The doctor just called my cell phone and gave me the real results," Gordo heard Lizzie say.
He banged his head against the banister, as he heard everyone calm down, and Lizzie and her parents leaving.
Not the truth, he thought. Why couldn't she just tell the truth?
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After being grounded to his room, even though he didn't really even live there, Mike and Roberta came up to his room.
"We just wanted to talk about the living situations," Roberta said gently, and a relatively subdued Mike nodded.
"Can I just go back with Nick and Sarah?"
"They already left. They want out of the situation," Mike said.
Gordo was confused. Sarah would never leave him. Or would she?
"I have called a few people, and you can leave for the army in a few days," Mike told him, acting like he was doing him a big favor.
"But I'm going to NY..." Gordo tried to fight back as he looked at his stepfather. There was no way he was going to win this fight ever. He might as well just give up.
"What do I need to pack?"
The proud stepfather handed him the list off of the internet, and sent Gordo on his way packing.
What have I gotten myself into? Gordo asked himself.
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My bags are packed, my hair is cut, almost everything has been taken care of.
Mike succeeded. He completely took my personality away.
I still am Gordo though, and after everything is done and over with, I will be the same filmmaker from Seattle, hopefully I will still be able to.
I touch my head again. I feel naked without my curly locks, and I feel weird when I try to comb my hair out with my hand like I always do, and feel nothing.
Like the inside of my heart.
I feel like a hollowed person, with nothing to come back to. Lizzie basically sent me the packing papers, and...
Lizzie. I have to tell her.
I try calling her, but all I get is her answering machine. After a few trys, I decide to just leave a message.
"Hey, Lizzie, this is Gordo. I know you really don't want to have anything to do with me, but I still have to say goodbye. I'm leaving for the army this Saturday, at nine in the morning, at the Los Angeles airport. Please meet me there. It would mean the world to me. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. Bye."
I hoped that got my point across.
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I spritzed myself with perfume, and gazed upon my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to looked just perfect for my date tonight with Brian.
My cell phone started to play "Here comes the sun", and I knew that Gordo was calling. That was his special ring, and I still haven't changed it. But I will not answer to his calls, of which there have been many.
After a few rings, the song stopped, and my phone beeped that I had a message. I told myself not to see what the message said, but I found myself checking it anyways.
"Hey, Lizzie, this is Gordo. I know you really don't want to have anything to do with me, but I still have to say goodbye. I'm leaving for the army this Saturday, at nine in the morning, at the Los Angeles airport. Please meet me there. It would mean the world to me. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. Bye."
I dropped my cell phone on the floor in shock, and started to cry. I really did still love him.
My makeup was in shambles when the doorbell rang.
"LIZZIE, IT'S BRIAN!" My dad yelled up.
"JUST A SECOND!" I replied, trying to make my voice sound normal.
I quickly redid my makeup, and met up with Brian downstairs. He whisked me off to his car.
"Lizzie...what's the matter?" he asked.
"What? Nothing is the matter," I said, a little too quickly.
"Liz, even though we have only been on two dates, I can see that there is something wrong."
I looked at his concerned face. I might as well tell him.
"Remember Gordo?" I asked, and his face fell.
"You still love him?"
I sighed.
"I don't know. He leaving for the military on Monday, and I thought that I had gotten over him, but..." I explained, "...I really haven't."
"Liz.."
He wrapped into a giant hug, and even though I still loved Gordo, Brian was really sweet.
"I am so sorry, Brian."
"It's okay, Liz. I understand."
I looked into the mirror, and saw that I had been crying the whole time.
"I look so bad, I can't go anywhere."
"Do you want to go home?"
I looked at Brian.
"I don't want to ruin your evening, so how about we go to a movie or something...as friends?"
"Sure."
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I looked around the airport once and saw that she was still not there. I turned to Mike and my mom, who were standing there impatiently.
"You're going to miss your plane is you don't hurry up."
As I looked one final time, I faced the facts that she may not be coming.
"Yeah, let's go ahead."
I still lagged behind, on the hope that she maybe still coming. But there was no one.
The security guards pulled me aside for a security check as I loaded my carry on onto the belt. As they were waving the wand over my body, I heard a yell from behind.
"DAVID GORDON! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
I whirled around to see Lizzie running up to me, and jumping over a velvet rope.
"You came. Thanks."
"Good luck, Gordo," she said, patting me on the back.
"Thanks."
We stood in awkward silence for a second.
"I got this for you, but don't open it until you are on the plane," Lizzie said, handing a wrapped package and a cardto me.
I took the ring out of my pocket.
"This is the ring my dad gave to my mom. A promise ring that they would always love each other."
She slipped the ring on her finger.
"It fits perfectly."
"GORDO! COME ONE!" Mike yelled angrily.
"You better go."
"Yeah, good luck Lizzie Mcguire. I will be seeing you."
"Goodbye David Gordon, see you later."
With that, I gently kissed her on the cheek, promising to call her later.
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As he was waiting for the plane to take off, Gordo pulled the package from Lizzie out of his bag. He opened the package and found a leather photo album, filled with clips from their lives. He laughed as he saw pictures of the WE ARE WITH THE DANCE TEAM sign, and a picture of the two of them, drenched with rain after the prom. He tore open the card, and it was one of the cards that play something when you open it.
Here comes the sun...
He smiled as he heard the song.
Their song.
Gordo read the message written in Lizzie's familiar loopy handwriting:
Gordo,
Hey! How are you doing? If I did this right, you should probably be opening this on the plane. So...I just wanted to tell you that I will always love you, no matter how crazy your family, or my family is. Even though we have had a share of rough spots, we always manage to survive. It must be fate. I don't remember who said it, but one of us said this, "Fate plays some crazy tricks on people sometimes." That describes our relationship perfectly, because no matter what happens, fate would always have it for us to be together.
Lizzie
Gordo closed the card and sighed. If he had the chance, he would love to marry Lizzie. However, he did not know what was to come in the future. So many things he still had to figure out, but he knew one thing for sure.
He and Lizzie were as fate would have it.
THE END
to be continued...
Lizzie pressed her ear against the door.
"How long do you think they will go?"
"I don't know. We messed up pretty bad with our plan."
Lizzie put her hand to her head.
"That stupid plan. If I didn't say anything, our parents would not be downstairs yelling at each other, and we would not need a new plan."
"Lizzie...let's just keep it together. Maybe we should tell them the truth."
Lizzie looked at him, her eyes blurred with tears.
"Then they will never let us see each other ever again."
"Maybe they won't, but this plan will never work out. Too many lies that are too big to pull off."
"We could pull it off."
"Lizzie...this is bigger than both of us."
Lizzie opened her door a little to hear the raging arguement downstairs.
"TO THINK THAT THEY WERE IN A CAR IN A PUBLIC PLACE..."
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"...MAKING OUT FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE!" Mike yelled at the shocked Lizzie and Gordo, who had their arms wrapped around each other in a very compromising position.
"Get away from me," Gordo said through clenched teeth.
"Your mom asked me to come find you. She wanted to 'talk'. I found Sarah and Nick at the local Motel 6, and I am furious. This is reason enough to ship you off right now."
"I am so sorry," Lizzie mildly whispered.
"SHUT UP, AND GET AWAY FROM MY SON!" Mike screamed at Lizzie.
He took Gordo by the ear and yanked him out of the car. Lizzie followed because she did not want the same for herself.
"I already called your parents, and they are at our house. We need to straighten you kids out."
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Lizzie's mom and dad were already at the house when Lizzie, Gordo, and Mike returned. They were very confused at what was going on because of many reasons. It was only eleven o'clock at night, well before Lizzie's curfew, and both Lizzie and Gordo were responsible kids.
"Explain yourselves," Mike said thrusting them into the room.
"We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and he came back for prom. That's all there is to it," Lizzie calmly explained, the most rational she had been all night.
"Mike, I don't really see the problem. They were just having fun like normal high schoolers. Besides, Lizzie was within her curfew," Sam Mcguire stated.
"I think that the two of them should not see each other," Mike replied.
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other with panicked expressions. There was no way that Gordo would be allowed to go back to Lawrence, and if he stayed here, they would probably not be allowed to date. She tried to think of a plan as Sarah argued with Mike.
"Mike, they're just kids. Let them date and have fun..." Sarah yelled at him.
Suddenly Lizzie came up with an idea. Unfortunately, she did not think it quite through, and she did not think of the many consequences.
"I'm pregnant," she blurted out impulsively.
The whole room was quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Gordo had a horrified expression on his face, and was shaking his head looking at the ground.
Mrs. Mcguire burst into tears, and Mike slowly walked up to Lizzie. Suddenly he slapped her across the face.
Sam ran up to him, and started to yell at him as well.
Gordo grabbed Lizzie's hand, and the two of them ran up to his room, where they had been since.
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"Gordo, I think we should tell them the truth."
Lizzie was still wringing her hands and crying her eyes out.
"Why? They would never let us see each other again."
With this, Lizzie carefully chose what she was going to say.
"David, I am not going to lie. It's been great going out with you. You're a great guy. But I can't deal with this. My parents are down there crying, thinking that I'm going to have a baby, and your stepfather wants to kill me. I can't do it. I'm going to go tell them."
She walked out of the room, leaving a shocked Gordo.
He folloed her and sat down by the top of the staircase so he could hear what was going on, but not be seen.
"I'm sorry. I was not really pregnant. The doctor just called my cell phone and gave me the real results," Gordo heard Lizzie say.
He banged his head against the banister, as he heard everyone calm down, and Lizzie and her parents leaving.
Not the truth, he thought. Why couldn't she just tell the truth?
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After being grounded to his room, even though he didn't really even live there, Mike and Roberta came up to his room.
"We just wanted to talk about the living situations," Roberta said gently, and a relatively subdued Mike nodded.
"Can I just go back with Nick and Sarah?"
"They already left. They want out of the situation," Mike said.
Gordo was confused. Sarah would never leave him. Or would she?
"I have called a few people, and you can leave for the army in a few days," Mike told him, acting like he was doing him a big favor.
"But I'm going to NY..." Gordo tried to fight back as he looked at his stepfather. There was no way he was going to win this fight ever. He might as well just give up.
"What do I need to pack?"
The proud stepfather handed him the list off of the internet, and sent Gordo on his way packing.
What have I gotten myself into? Gordo asked himself.
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My bags are packed, my hair is cut, almost everything has been taken care of.
Mike succeeded. He completely took my personality away.
I still am Gordo though, and after everything is done and over with, I will be the same filmmaker from Seattle, hopefully I will still be able to.
I touch my head again. I feel naked without my curly locks, and I feel weird when I try to comb my hair out with my hand like I always do, and feel nothing.
Like the inside of my heart.
I feel like a hollowed person, with nothing to come back to. Lizzie basically sent me the packing papers, and...
Lizzie. I have to tell her.
I try calling her, but all I get is her answering machine. After a few trys, I decide to just leave a message.
"Hey, Lizzie, this is Gordo. I know you really don't want to have anything to do with me, but I still have to say goodbye. I'm leaving for the army this Saturday, at nine in the morning, at the Los Angeles airport. Please meet me there. It would mean the world to me. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. Bye."
I hoped that got my point across.
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I spritzed myself with perfume, and gazed upon my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to looked just perfect for my date tonight with Brian.
My cell phone started to play "Here comes the sun", and I knew that Gordo was calling. That was his special ring, and I still haven't changed it. But I will not answer to his calls, of which there have been many.
After a few rings, the song stopped, and my phone beeped that I had a message. I told myself not to see what the message said, but I found myself checking it anyways.
"Hey, Lizzie, this is Gordo. I know you really don't want to have anything to do with me, but I still have to say goodbye. I'm leaving for the army this Saturday, at nine in the morning, at the Los Angeles airport. Please meet me there. It would mean the world to me. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. Bye."
I dropped my cell phone on the floor in shock, and started to cry. I really did still love him.
My makeup was in shambles when the doorbell rang.
"LIZZIE, IT'S BRIAN!" My dad yelled up.
"JUST A SECOND!" I replied, trying to make my voice sound normal.
I quickly redid my makeup, and met up with Brian downstairs. He whisked me off to his car.
"Lizzie...what's the matter?" he asked.
"What? Nothing is the matter," I said, a little too quickly.
"Liz, even though we have only been on two dates, I can see that there is something wrong."
I looked at his concerned face. I might as well tell him.
"Remember Gordo?" I asked, and his face fell.
"You still love him?"
I sighed.
"I don't know. He leaving for the military on Monday, and I thought that I had gotten over him, but..." I explained, "...I really haven't."
"Liz.."
He wrapped into a giant hug, and even though I still loved Gordo, Brian was really sweet.
"I am so sorry, Brian."
"It's okay, Liz. I understand."
I looked into the mirror, and saw that I had been crying the whole time.
"I look so bad, I can't go anywhere."
"Do you want to go home?"
I looked at Brian.
"I don't want to ruin your evening, so how about we go to a movie or something...as friends?"
"Sure."
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I looked around the airport once and saw that she was still not there. I turned to Mike and my mom, who were standing there impatiently.
"You're going to miss your plane is you don't hurry up."
As I looked one final time, I faced the facts that she may not be coming.
"Yeah, let's go ahead."
I still lagged behind, on the hope that she maybe still coming. But there was no one.
The security guards pulled me aside for a security check as I loaded my carry on onto the belt. As they were waving the wand over my body, I heard a yell from behind.
"DAVID GORDON! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
I whirled around to see Lizzie running up to me, and jumping over a velvet rope.
"You came. Thanks."
"Good luck, Gordo," she said, patting me on the back.
"Thanks."
We stood in awkward silence for a second.
"I got this for you, but don't open it until you are on the plane," Lizzie said, handing a wrapped package and a cardto me.
I took the ring out of my pocket.
"This is the ring my dad gave to my mom. A promise ring that they would always love each other."
She slipped the ring on her finger.
"It fits perfectly."
"GORDO! COME ONE!" Mike yelled angrily.
"You better go."
"Yeah, good luck Lizzie Mcguire. I will be seeing you."
"Goodbye David Gordon, see you later."
With that, I gently kissed her on the cheek, promising to call her later.
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As he was waiting for the plane to take off, Gordo pulled the package from Lizzie out of his bag. He opened the package and found a leather photo album, filled with clips from their lives. He laughed as he saw pictures of the WE ARE WITH THE DANCE TEAM sign, and a picture of the two of them, drenched with rain after the prom. He tore open the card, and it was one of the cards that play something when you open it.
Here comes the sun...
He smiled as he heard the song.
Their song.
Gordo read the message written in Lizzie's familiar loopy handwriting:
Gordo,
Hey! How are you doing? If I did this right, you should probably be opening this on the plane. So...I just wanted to tell you that I will always love you, no matter how crazy your family, or my family is. Even though we have had a share of rough spots, we always manage to survive. It must be fate. I don't remember who said it, but one of us said this, "Fate plays some crazy tricks on people sometimes." That describes our relationship perfectly, because no matter what happens, fate would always have it for us to be together.
Lizzie
Gordo closed the card and sighed. If he had the chance, he would love to marry Lizzie. However, he did not know what was to come in the future. So many things he still had to figure out, but he knew one thing for sure.
He and Lizzie were as fate would have it.
THE END
to be continued...