I'm back! And really sorry for the long time gone. I would have updated
this earlier, but I was trying to finish the other, and yeah, I don't want
to make excuses. So here's the new chapter. Hope you like, and you forgive
me for being gone. It won't happen again!
Please read and review!
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Gordo waved as Miranda, Lizzie, and Tori hurried out the door. He meandered into the kitchen, his eyes grazing over the utensils. He opened the refrigerator and glanced quickly over his shoulder, just to see if anyone was coming. Satisfied that they were well on their way, he turned his attention back to the open fridge. Gordo's blue eyes skimmed the shelves, nothing he would want to use tonight.
He quickly went into the hall and fetched his coat from the closet. His ears strained for any sound that Lizzie might return. He was being paranoid, he knew it, but he was excited about this surprise.
He hurried out the door and walked briskly to the store. His trip only lasted twenty minutes but he'd been quick and grabbed exactly what he'd needed. He strode into the house and laid out his purchases on the counter. He gently laid down a dozen roses, and two grocery bags. He pulled out the packages of steak and glanced around the kitchen. His eyes twinkled as he saw the CD player and switched it on.
"L is for the way she looks at me," he sang merrily turned on the stove and the attachment that allowed him the ease of grilling inside. Grabbing the knob of the cabinet, he peered inside looking for seasonings. He smirked, wondering if Lizzie still loved the ones she had in high school. Well, there was only one way to find out. He grabbed the bottle and dashed it over the raw meat. The steaks fizzed and hissed as he tossed them onto the grill.
"O is for the only one I see," his deep voice rolled. He grabbed the two large potatoes and used one as a microphone. "V is very very extraordinary!"
He grinned as he jerked some aluminum from the box and expertly wrapped up the potatoes. Checking his watch, he adjusted the temperature on the stove and placed the potatoes inside. He quickly placed two small, cleaned, ears of corn into boiling water, his stomach growling at the thought.
"E is even more than anyone that you adore!" Gordo turned his attention back to the steaks as he quickly checked the meat, which was browning well. With a sly grin, he danced over and picked up the bouquet of roses from the counter. They were yellow, the color of friendship, with a single red rose. The arrangement may have looked a little odd, but he smiled as he pulled a vase out of a cabinet. He filled the vase with water then placed all the yellow ones inside of it. The red rose he took into his hand, starting at it for several seconds. Finally, with a faint smile, he grabbed a cup, filled it with water and placed it on the counter. He quickly filled the bottom of the vase with water, then grabbed the scissors. He held a yellow rose to his lips. "Love, is all that I can give to her." He held the flower next to the bottom of the vase measuring how much he needed to cut off.
Satisfied, he cut the amount off and hummed as he repeated the process with the rest of the yellow roses. He turned quickly to check on the steaks, and flipped the meat over.
"Love is more than just a game for two. Two in love can make take my heart and please don't break it. Love was made for me and you," he bellowed. He grabbed two plates from the cabinet and placed them on the table, the shuffled through a drawer for the forks and two knives.
He could feel the stead increasing pounding in his heart as the song began again. He was a sucker for this song and could listen to it on repeat like it was for hours. Gordo meticulously arranged the plates, silverware and wine glasses. He'd known better than to buy actual wine. Even though Tori was staying the night at Miranda's house, it didn't mean that Lizzie would be crazy about getting drunk. Instead, he'd bought a bottle of sparkling grape juice in the same bottle without the alcoholic after effects. He placed it inside the small ice bucket to chill.
He checked on his steaks again and felt his stomach rumbled at the delicious aroma filling the kitchen. Though he was a guy, he wasn't afraid to admit that he actually liked cooking, especially to make a good impression tonight. He had a lot to make up for, and he would no matter what it took.
The song was nearing his favorite part and he pushed the thought out of his head. Tonight would go good, and he would begin to think of ways to make up for what he'd done later.
He pulled the potatoes from the oven and laid them upon the counter and glanced around at his handy work. Table was set, check; juice was chilling, check; potatoes were done, check; butter and napkins were out, check; he nodded as he realized he'd forgotten the candles.
He carefully pulled the silver holders from the bag and placed it on the table. He tore the plastic wrappers from the long, white candles and grinned as he stomach flutter, but not from hunger, he was getting nervous.
He spotted the red rose, still in its cup. He plucked it out as he heard the music of his favorite part. He snipped the bottom of the rose, then brought it dramatically to his lips. The horns grew louder. "Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it! Love was made for me and you! Love was made for me and you. Love, was made for me and you..." He bobbed his head to the final horn beat and stood up grinning.
The phone rang snapping him from his day dream and he quickly plunked the rose into the vase and grabbed it off the wall. "Hello?"
"Gordo," Miranda's breathless voice called.
He strained to hear her, she must have been on a cell phone, she was breaking up. "Miranda?"
"Lizzie...way...left...hurry..."
"She's on her way?" He repeated quickly. "Thanks for the heads up Miranda. I gotta go!"
"Gordo!" her voice crackled, but he didn't hear anymore, he'd already hung up the phone.
He checked the steaks and quickly transferred them onto plates, then grabbed the potatoes. "Ow, hot potato, hot potato," he muttered, tossing it from one hand to another. He landed it onto the plate and peeled the foil back, then cut a slit into the top and squeezed it for that perfect potato look. He felt proud of himself as he added butter then repeated the process with his own potato. He added the cut ears of corn to each plate, then added the vase and lit the candles. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He was good. This dinner looked great, he couldn't wait for her to get home.
He dashed to turn off the song as he heard her keys in the door.
He leaned against the door frame as grinned as she bustled in. "Hey Gordo," she called, walking towards the stairs, her attention locked on her purse.
Confusion suddenly over took him. Why was she in such a rush?
"Did I pick up that black dress from the dry cleaners?" she muttered.
Gordo felt his heart sink. She sounded like she had plans.
"David, will you tell me if you hear a car horn outside?" she called from the top of the stairs.
If his heart could have dropped any lower in his chest it would have done it then. Not only had she reverted back to calling him David, she was obviously going out. He walked into the kitchen and blew out the candles, watching a wax drip roll slowly down the side until it stopped. He sighed, it was amazing how things seemed to be moving along great, then like the wax, everything suddenly just stopped.
He heard the muffled beep of a horn and leaned against the door to the kitchen, blocking it from Lizzie's view if she happened to look in. "Lizzie, there's a beep."
She called a reply then came running down the stairs. "Thanks, David, see you tonight!" And she rushed quickly out the door.
"Yeah," he mumbled, walking into the living room, where he collapsed into a chair. "Bye Lizzie."
Gordo waved as Miranda, Lizzie, and Tori hurried out the door. He meandered into the kitchen, his eyes grazing over the utensils. He opened the refrigerator and glanced quickly over his shoulder, just to see if anyone was coming. Satisfied that they were well on their way, he turned his attention back to the open fridge. Gordo's blue eyes skimmed the shelves, nothing he would want to use tonight.
He quickly went into the hall and fetched his coat from the closet. His ears strained for any sound that Lizzie might return. He was being paranoid, he knew it, but he was excited about this surprise.
He hurried out the door and walked briskly to the store. His trip only lasted twenty minutes but he'd been quick and grabbed exactly what he'd needed. He strode into the house and laid out his purchases on the counter. He gently laid down a dozen roses, and two grocery bags. He pulled out the packages of steak and glanced around the kitchen. His eyes twinkled as he saw the CD player and switched it on.
"L is for the way she looks at me," he sang merrily turned on the stove and the attachment that allowed him the ease of grilling inside. Grabbing the knob of the cabinet, he peered inside looking for seasonings. He smirked, wondering if Lizzie still loved the ones she had in high school. Well, there was only one way to find out. He grabbed the bottle and dashed it over the raw meat. The steaks fizzed and hissed as he tossed them onto the grill.
"O is for the only one I see," his deep voice rolled. He grabbed the two large potatoes and used one as a microphone. "V is very very extraordinary!"
He grinned as he jerked some aluminum from the box and expertly wrapped up the potatoes. Checking his watch, he adjusted the temperature on the stove and placed the potatoes inside. He quickly placed two small, cleaned, ears of corn into boiling water, his stomach growling at the thought.
"E is even more than anyone that you adore!" Gordo turned his attention back to the steaks as he quickly checked the meat, which was browning well. With a sly grin, he danced over and picked up the bouquet of roses from the counter. They were yellow, the color of friendship, with a single red rose. The arrangement may have looked a little odd, but he smiled as he pulled a vase out of a cabinet. He filled the vase with water then placed all the yellow ones inside of it. The red rose he took into his hand, starting at it for several seconds. Finally, with a faint smile, he grabbed a cup, filled it with water and placed it on the counter. He quickly filled the bottom of the vase with water, then grabbed the scissors. He held a yellow rose to his lips. "Love, is all that I can give to her." He held the flower next to the bottom of the vase measuring how much he needed to cut off.
Satisfied, he cut the amount off and hummed as he repeated the process with the rest of the yellow roses. He turned quickly to check on the steaks, and flipped the meat over.
"Love is more than just a game for two. Two in love can make take my heart and please don't break it. Love was made for me and you," he bellowed. He grabbed two plates from the cabinet and placed them on the table, the shuffled through a drawer for the forks and two knives.
He could feel the stead increasing pounding in his heart as the song began again. He was a sucker for this song and could listen to it on repeat like it was for hours. Gordo meticulously arranged the plates, silverware and wine glasses. He'd known better than to buy actual wine. Even though Tori was staying the night at Miranda's house, it didn't mean that Lizzie would be crazy about getting drunk. Instead, he'd bought a bottle of sparkling grape juice in the same bottle without the alcoholic after effects. He placed it inside the small ice bucket to chill.
He checked on his steaks again and felt his stomach rumbled at the delicious aroma filling the kitchen. Though he was a guy, he wasn't afraid to admit that he actually liked cooking, especially to make a good impression tonight. He had a lot to make up for, and he would no matter what it took.
The song was nearing his favorite part and he pushed the thought out of his head. Tonight would go good, and he would begin to think of ways to make up for what he'd done later.
He pulled the potatoes from the oven and laid them upon the counter and glanced around at his handy work. Table was set, check; juice was chilling, check; potatoes were done, check; butter and napkins were out, check; he nodded as he realized he'd forgotten the candles.
He carefully pulled the silver holders from the bag and placed it on the table. He tore the plastic wrappers from the long, white candles and grinned as he stomach flutter, but not from hunger, he was getting nervous.
He spotted the red rose, still in its cup. He plucked it out as he heard the music of his favorite part. He snipped the bottom of the rose, then brought it dramatically to his lips. The horns grew louder. "Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it! Love was made for me and you! Love was made for me and you. Love, was made for me and you..." He bobbed his head to the final horn beat and stood up grinning.
The phone rang snapping him from his day dream and he quickly plunked the rose into the vase and grabbed it off the wall. "Hello?"
"Gordo," Miranda's breathless voice called.
He strained to hear her, she must have been on a cell phone, she was breaking up. "Miranda?"
"Lizzie...way...left...hurry..."
"She's on her way?" He repeated quickly. "Thanks for the heads up Miranda. I gotta go!"
"Gordo!" her voice crackled, but he didn't hear anymore, he'd already hung up the phone.
He checked the steaks and quickly transferred them onto plates, then grabbed the potatoes. "Ow, hot potato, hot potato," he muttered, tossing it from one hand to another. He landed it onto the plate and peeled the foil back, then cut a slit into the top and squeezed it for that perfect potato look. He felt proud of himself as he added butter then repeated the process with his own potato. He added the cut ears of corn to each plate, then added the vase and lit the candles. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He was good. This dinner looked great, he couldn't wait for her to get home.
He dashed to turn off the song as he heard her keys in the door.
He leaned against the door frame as grinned as she bustled in. "Hey Gordo," she called, walking towards the stairs, her attention locked on her purse.
Confusion suddenly over took him. Why was she in such a rush?
"Did I pick up that black dress from the dry cleaners?" she muttered.
Gordo felt his heart sink. She sounded like she had plans.
"David, will you tell me if you hear a car horn outside?" she called from the top of the stairs.
If his heart could have dropped any lower in his chest it would have done it then. Not only had she reverted back to calling him David, she was obviously going out. He walked into the kitchen and blew out the candles, watching a wax drip roll slowly down the side until it stopped. He sighed, it was amazing how things seemed to be moving along great, then like the wax, everything suddenly just stopped.
He heard the muffled beep of a horn and leaned against the door to the kitchen, blocking it from Lizzie's view if she happened to look in. "Lizzie, there's a beep."
She called a reply then came running down the stairs. "Thanks, David, see you tonight!" And she rushed quickly out the door.
"Yeah," he mumbled, walking into the living room, where he collapsed into a chair. "Bye Lizzie."