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Gordo's past
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Thunder crashed outside as the rain splattered onto the streets in unrelenting sheets. Occasionally, lightening would flash, seeming to fill the room. As the storm raged on outside, Miranda wandered through the unusually quiet house. Tori was still asleep and she hadn't heard anything from Gordo's room.
Miranda sat down on the couch and curled her feet beneath her. She opened her booth and tried to concentrate on the words in front of her, but couldn't. With a sigh, she looked around the room. She noticed Lizzie's award and felt a surge of pride for her friend. She worked hard for everything she'd managed to keep in her life.
With a defeated sigh, she put her book back into her bag then stared around the house. The house wasn't even messy for her to clean.
She heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly leaned back to see who it was. Gordo looked over at her and smiled. "Morning."
"Hey. Want some coffee?" she asked.
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "No, I'll be all right." He stretched, moaned softly then walked over and selected a spot on the couch. "How was your night?"
Miranda smiled and nodded. "It was. . .different. Fun, but different. How about yours?"
He was silent for a minute, a forlorn look briefly crossed his face and was quickly replaced by a smile. "Good, Tori was great."
"Lizzie said you were going to a movie tonight," she noted. There was that look again. Something was hitting a nerve.
"Yeah, I promised Tori," he stated, his voice vacant.
Miranda stared at him. One of her oldest friends and he was hiding something. "Gordo," she stated softly. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he answered, looking out the window at the street. "I got a call for a job. I'll start on Monday."
"So, two full more day of being unemployed," she smiled, gently. "Soak it up."
He nodded, not finding her humor. He watched the rain for several minutes before he turned to Miranda. "You didn't tell her."
"What? Who didn't I tell? And what didn't I tell?" Miranda asked, suddenly confused.
Gordo took a deep breath and turned to look at her. "You didn't tell Lizzie I was coming. And you were the one who told me to come here."
Miranda sighed, nothing like being caught. "I didn't think she'd let you stay if I told her in advance. If you just showed up, she wouldn't turn you away."
Gordo stared at her. His face a palate of mixed emotions, he dropped his gaze to the carpet.
Miranda waited for him to speak up, and when he didn't, she did. "You know why she would have said no, and I do too. Because the way you left Gordo. It's not because of you, it's what you did. Why did you do it? Why did you do it in a letter? Couldn't you have even talked to her?"
He looked up at her though his eye lashes, then looked back at the floor, obviously not planning to answer.
Miranda on the other hand had no intention of letting it go. Suddenly she let out a gasp. "It wasn't another girl?"
Gordo looked up at her in shock. "No! No, no no." He shook his head and looked down at his hands.
Miranda cocked her head to the side. "Do you care about her?"
He looked up now, right into her eyes. "Yes, I do."
Miranda leaned forward. "Did you then?"
"Of course."
With a small scoff, she sat back in her seat, disbelief washing over her. "You didn't. . ."
"What?" he asked.
"That's why you left. Because you didn't." He didn't say anything, his gazed dropped back down to his feet. "Please, Gordo, tell me I'm wrong. Why would you even bother coming back if you didn't?"
"What's it matter?" he snapped, getting up from his chair and walking across the room.
Miranda sat back, surprised at the attitude. "I'm not trying to be the bad guy in this. I'm trying to figure out everything. Lizzie and I tried for hours to figure out why you left and never said anything. I never asked until now."
He sighed, running his hand through his hair again.
Miranda waited. She wasn't really sure where she stood on her right to ask these questions, but then again, he'd never lost contact with her. And they'd been there for each other as much as possible. Now that he was back, she had to know. "If you aren't going to tell me are you ever going to tell Lizzie the real reason why?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "I think I made a mistake coming back."
"Does that mean you're not happy? Are you leaving again?" she asked a slight panic taking over.
"I don't want Lizzie to feel obligated to have me around."
"Gordo, you can't just give up."
"Miranda! What are you getting at?" he demanded, turning suddenly to stared at her. One arm was up on the mantle as he stared at her. He dropped his voice again, obviously remembering Tori was upstairs. "Why did you send me here? You knew Lizzie still resents me. What does it matter if I leave? She won't care."
"You can't have that kind of attitude. Gordo, come on. What is your problem?"
"You know, it doesn't matter," he stated, walking towards the kitchen. It just doesn't matter."
"So you're leaving again?" She demanded following him. He looked up at her, his blue eyes masking the way he really felt. "What are you trying to run from?"
"I'm not running from anything," he answered.
"Tori really likes you," Miranda stated, pulling orange juice out of the refrigerator, glancing up at Gordo out of the corner of her eyes.
Gordo nodded.
"Are you going to say goodbye to her when you leave?"
"Thanks not fair!" he protested suddenly.
"Gordo, I'm just trying to make you see that leaving doesn't effect only one person, it effects all those around you."
He nodded. "Yeah, I know, I know," he muttered, walking back upstairs.
Miranda watched him go. She still felt as if she knew just as little as she had when she started asking questions. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Uh, oh, is Gordo going to leave? What's the movie night going to be like? What does Lizzie think of Danny? Stay turned! Please read and review! I love when I get reviews and someone has a opinion or comment for a character, it's really great! So please review!
Thunder crashed outside as the rain splattered onto the streets in unrelenting sheets. Occasionally, lightening would flash, seeming to fill the room. As the storm raged on outside, Miranda wandered through the unusually quiet house. Tori was still asleep and she hadn't heard anything from Gordo's room.
Miranda sat down on the couch and curled her feet beneath her. She opened her booth and tried to concentrate on the words in front of her, but couldn't. With a sigh, she looked around the room. She noticed Lizzie's award and felt a surge of pride for her friend. She worked hard for everything she'd managed to keep in her life.
With a defeated sigh, she put her book back into her bag then stared around the house. The house wasn't even messy for her to clean.
She heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly leaned back to see who it was. Gordo looked over at her and smiled. "Morning."
"Hey. Want some coffee?" she asked.
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "No, I'll be all right." He stretched, moaned softly then walked over and selected a spot on the couch. "How was your night?"
Miranda smiled and nodded. "It was. . .different. Fun, but different. How about yours?"
He was silent for a minute, a forlorn look briefly crossed his face and was quickly replaced by a smile. "Good, Tori was great."
"Lizzie said you were going to a movie tonight," she noted. There was that look again. Something was hitting a nerve.
"Yeah, I promised Tori," he stated, his voice vacant.
Miranda stared at him. One of her oldest friends and he was hiding something. "Gordo," she stated softly. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he answered, looking out the window at the street. "I got a call for a job. I'll start on Monday."
"So, two full more day of being unemployed," she smiled, gently. "Soak it up."
He nodded, not finding her humor. He watched the rain for several minutes before he turned to Miranda. "You didn't tell her."
"What? Who didn't I tell? And what didn't I tell?" Miranda asked, suddenly confused.
Gordo took a deep breath and turned to look at her. "You didn't tell Lizzie I was coming. And you were the one who told me to come here."
Miranda sighed, nothing like being caught. "I didn't think she'd let you stay if I told her in advance. If you just showed up, she wouldn't turn you away."
Gordo stared at her. His face a palate of mixed emotions, he dropped his gaze to the carpet.
Miranda waited for him to speak up, and when he didn't, she did. "You know why she would have said no, and I do too. Because the way you left Gordo. It's not because of you, it's what you did. Why did you do it? Why did you do it in a letter? Couldn't you have even talked to her?"
He looked up at her though his eye lashes, then looked back at the floor, obviously not planning to answer.
Miranda on the other hand had no intention of letting it go. Suddenly she let out a gasp. "It wasn't another girl?"
Gordo looked up at her in shock. "No! No, no no." He shook his head and looked down at his hands.
Miranda cocked her head to the side. "Do you care about her?"
He looked up now, right into her eyes. "Yes, I do."
Miranda leaned forward. "Did you then?"
"Of course."
With a small scoff, she sat back in her seat, disbelief washing over her. "You didn't. . ."
"What?" he asked.
"That's why you left. Because you didn't." He didn't say anything, his gazed dropped back down to his feet. "Please, Gordo, tell me I'm wrong. Why would you even bother coming back if you didn't?"
"What's it matter?" he snapped, getting up from his chair and walking across the room.
Miranda sat back, surprised at the attitude. "I'm not trying to be the bad guy in this. I'm trying to figure out everything. Lizzie and I tried for hours to figure out why you left and never said anything. I never asked until now."
He sighed, running his hand through his hair again.
Miranda waited. She wasn't really sure where she stood on her right to ask these questions, but then again, he'd never lost contact with her. And they'd been there for each other as much as possible. Now that he was back, she had to know. "If you aren't going to tell me are you ever going to tell Lizzie the real reason why?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "I think I made a mistake coming back."
"Does that mean you're not happy? Are you leaving again?" she asked a slight panic taking over.
"I don't want Lizzie to feel obligated to have me around."
"Gordo, you can't just give up."
"Miranda! What are you getting at?" he demanded, turning suddenly to stared at her. One arm was up on the mantle as he stared at her. He dropped his voice again, obviously remembering Tori was upstairs. "Why did you send me here? You knew Lizzie still resents me. What does it matter if I leave? She won't care."
"You can't have that kind of attitude. Gordo, come on. What is your problem?"
"You know, it doesn't matter," he stated, walking towards the kitchen. It just doesn't matter."
"So you're leaving again?" She demanded following him. He looked up at her, his blue eyes masking the way he really felt. "What are you trying to run from?"
"I'm not running from anything," he answered.
"Tori really likes you," Miranda stated, pulling orange juice out of the refrigerator, glancing up at Gordo out of the corner of her eyes.
Gordo nodded.
"Are you going to say goodbye to her when you leave?"
"Thanks not fair!" he protested suddenly.
"Gordo, I'm just trying to make you see that leaving doesn't effect only one person, it effects all those around you."
He nodded. "Yeah, I know, I know," he muttered, walking back upstairs.
Miranda watched him go. She still felt as if she knew just as little as she had when she started asking questions. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Uh, oh, is Gordo going to leave? What's the movie night going to be like? What does Lizzie think of Danny? Stay turned! Please read and review! I love when I get reviews and someone has a opinion or comment for a character, it's really great! So please review!