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Chapter Four
Saturday Morning Blues
~Gordo~
Oh no! This was not good! How did this happen? Oh, yeah, I made that wish. Wait! That was supposed to be bogus! That wasn't supposed to work!
You know the worst part of all of this? If I am Ethan, Ethan has to be . . .me! Ahhh! How can this be? I really think this is a bad idea.
Oh wait; there is a reason I wished for this. I wanted Lizzie. Now that I am Ethan, I might have a chance with Lizzie.
No, Ethan will ruin everything if he is me. In fact, right now, he is probably freaking out just like me."
"Ethan! Your father is here!" that woman who I think is Ethan's mom yelled to me.
"Okay," I squeaked. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and shook my head. I had to go to my house and make sure everything was okay over there.
I slowly headed down the stairs to face a balding man, "Hello, Ethan," he said.
I attempted to smile, "Hi."
"Ready to go?"
"Sure," I said.
"You're wearing your pajamas over there?" Ethan's mom asked.
I looked down. Oh, yeah, I should have changed my clothes, shouldn't I? I started up the stairs, but the bald man stopped me, "No, no Ethan! We don't have enough time! We have to be on the yacht by nine. You can dress in the car."
"Okay," I said. This was all a little too weird to take in. I really needed to talk to Ethan. I guess this could wait a few hours. I guessed I was going on a yacht that day. Oh, joy!
The bald man, who was supposed to be "my" dad took my bag that my mom packed and started toward the car.
"Um, bye mom!" I said.
"Bye! Have a good weekend! I will see you Monday!" she said, "I love you! Oh, and be good!"
Monday? Wait! What was going on here? Did Ethan's father live in Hill Ridge?
"I love you too," I lied. I didn't know her. How am I supposed to love someone I don't know?
"Oh, and Ethan, remember that you are allergic to shellfish!" she called.
"Helen, don't you think I can handle our son for the weekend?" He said, "I mean, I am not an expert, but I have only been doing this every other weekend and holiday for the past five years."
Ethan's mom rolled her eyes, "Goodbye!" she said one last time and she shut the door. "My" dad sighed and got into the car. I got into the passenger side of the car
"Ready to go to the family reunion?"
Family reunion?! What was he talking about.
"Um, dad, do I have to go?" I said.
He looked at me, "Why? Are you not feeling well or something?"
Oh, good idea. I should play sick.
"Yeah, I just feel really bad this morning."
He looked at me, "You know what? You don't look so good, either. Maybe you shouldn't go and just lie down," he said.
Yes! I have the coolest father.
"Yeah, maybe that is a good idea."
"So I guess I will drop you off at our house really quickly."
I nodded my head, "Yeah, then I can get some rest."
I couldn't believe this guy was buying all of this, and not doubting his son.
"Okay, I will call you later to check up on you, though," he said.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, okay."
Ethan's father drove me to his house and said he would be back in the late afternoon. I said good bye, and he finally left, leaving me alone to think about this. I am in Ethan's body. Ethan has to be in my body. Okay, first order of business is to call my house and talk to Ethan. Easy enough.
I called my house, and my mom picked up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi, um, M-Mrs. Gordon? May I please speak to E-I mean David?" This was too weird to be true. Ethan's voice does not fit me . . .it just doesn't.
"Um, sure. He may be sleeping, but I can wake him up," my mom said. She sounded obviously confused, "May I ask who is calling?"
What should I say? "Um, just tell him that it's Ethan."
No, I didn't care about waking Ethan up. I had to wake up early, and it's nine already. He'll deal. I just hope he doesn't freak out about this and tell my mom. That would not be good because I would like to keep my parents out of this.
A few minutes later, a groggy voice that sounded like me said, "Hello?"
Obviously he didn't get the notice that it was supposed to be Ethan. That is probably a good thing, considering what might happen.
"Ethan?" I asked, to clarify that Ethan was the one who ended up in my body.
"Yeah?" Ethan said, "Whoa, my voice is sounding different today."
"Have you looked in the mirror today?"
"Um, why?" he asked.
"Just look in the mirror and I can explain."
"Who is this?" he asked.
"It's me, Gordo," I said.
"Gordo? Wait, you aren't Gordo. You don't sound like Gordo. Your voice does sound familiar though."
"Ethan! Listen to me!" I said, loosing my patience, "Look around you! Don't you notice that you aren't in your room?"
"Um, yeah, I did notice that," he said.
"And you noticed that your voice is different, too."
"Um, yeah."
"Well, look in the mirror, because you definitely don't look like Ethan."
"Listen, Gordo, or whatever your name is, I feel perfectly fine and I don't know what you are talking about."
"Ethan, just look in the mirror, get dressed, and meet me at the Digital Bean in a half an hour."
"Um, okay, but how do I know what you look like?"
"Ethan, Look for someone that looks like you."
"Huh?" he said, sounding confused.
"You'll understand when you look in the mirror."
"Okay," he said, "Anything else?"
"Um, yeah, we really need to talk."
"Okay! I'll be there!" he said.
I hung up the phone. He better be there.
***
~Ethan~
I hung up the phone with, "Gordo." Man, that dude has some serious issues. Why does he want to see me? No offense or anything, but we aren't exactly tight or anything. Also, what was up with that voice of his? It sounded really familiar, but I just couldn't place it. I had never heard Gordo use it before. That guy has so much talent. His talent is, like, endless or something.
I stood up from my bed. Wow, this room does look really different. It's a different color, different posters, and I don't remember having a blue bedspread. Also, I don't have a computer in my room. Did my mom come in my room in the middle of the night and redecorate it or something?
I hate it when people do that. Its like they do it just to annoy you or something. I called for my mom, "MOM!"
"Yes?" she answered. She even sounded different. Maybe I need my hearing checked.
"What did you do to my room?" I yelled back. I then got out of bed and walked to my door. Even it was in a different area. Hmm . . .this is all too weird for me.
"What are you talking about? I didn't go into your room."
Weird. Something isn't right. Wait, is this my mom's room? I haven't been in there recently, so it's possible. I didn't know that she liked The Rat Pack. Who are they? Also, there is a picture of Gordo, Miranda, and Lizzie on the wall. Actually, there are a lot of those on these walls. What do they have to do with my mom? Dude, I think I am dreaming, because now all of the sudden I feel short.
I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. My dad was supposed to pick me up today to go to this Family reunion thing on my grandpa's boat. He must be running late. Oh well, at least I got more sleep.
I turned on the lights to the bathroom and headed toward the sink. This is definitely not my bathroom. I then splashed some water on my face and then looked up to see Gordo.
"Hi Gordo," I said. I didn't know what he was doing in my bathroom, but he has been acting strange lately.
Gordo said nothing, though. I dried my face off and looked up again. Gordo was still there, with his own towel in his hand.
"What are you staring at?" I asked. This was like an invasion of privacy or something, wasn't it?
His lips moved while I was talking, but he still said nothing. As I put up my towel, he mocked my actions by putting his towel up.
This was like that movie with that chick that stepped into her mirror into another world with the rabbit and the dude who was obsessed with hats. All too weird.
I have to be dreaming.
To make things worse, a strange woman, who looked familiar, walked into the bathroom with some towels.
"Hey, David," she said, and she put the towels up.
Who is David?
"Did you talk to Ethan?"
Was this woman crazy? Why does she want to know if I talk to myself?
"Um, I guess."
"Good! What did he want?"
"I don't know," I said. My voice was still sounding weird.
"So he called just to call you? I didn't know that you and Ethan were that close."
I don't get this woman. Its not like I am bipolar or something.
"We're pretty close," I said.
The woman looked at me and started staring at my face.
"What?" I said.
The woman touched my chin and pointed out a pimple. I shouldn't be getting pimples, as I use this wonderful medication, but sure enough, I felt my chin, and there was a pimple.
"Thanks," I said. Great, now this weird woman thinks I don't wash my face.
"No problem. I just thought you might want to do something about it before you go out and so something with Lizzie or something."
"What about my dad?"
"What about him?" The woman asked, confused.
"Um, I am supposed to see him today," I said.
The woman looked at me strangely, "No, David. Your father is at a conference in Seattle. Remember?"
What conference? "Um, so I am staying here today?"
"Well, if you want, but I thought maybe you had plans with Lizzie and Miranda or something."
Lizzie and Miranda? Is there a project at school that I forgot about or something? Maybe I should humor her.
I smiled, "Good idea. I have to go to the Digital Bean in a few minutes."
"Okay," she said.
The woman finally left, and I felt the pimple, and turned to the sink. Wait, Gordo was still there in front of me, now holding his chin. I need a mirror, man. I looked in a drawer and found a hand held mirror.
I turned it over to look at my reflection, and to my horror, Gordo was my reflection. What does this mean? Come to think of it, I sound like Gordo, and I am short, and . . .what's going on? Am I Gordo?
AHHH!!!
Wait, if I am Gordo, this means Gordo is me. Whoa. I just talked to me on the phone. Cool!
This is all coming together, kind of. It would explain the zit. Wait! Why am I Gordo? I have to meet him soon. Maybe he knows something I don't, like how to get my body back so I can impress the ladies with my fabulous hair, instead of this hair.
I am officially convinced this is a dream, but I am definitely not waking up. I keep pinching myself, and I popped the pimple. Unfortunately, I felt it all. This is . . .uh, interesting.
I guess I am on my way to the Digital Bean.
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Chapter Four
Saturday Morning Blues
~Gordo~
Oh no! This was not good! How did this happen? Oh, yeah, I made that wish. Wait! That was supposed to be bogus! That wasn't supposed to work!
You know the worst part of all of this? If I am Ethan, Ethan has to be . . .me! Ahhh! How can this be? I really think this is a bad idea.
Oh wait; there is a reason I wished for this. I wanted Lizzie. Now that I am Ethan, I might have a chance with Lizzie.
No, Ethan will ruin everything if he is me. In fact, right now, he is probably freaking out just like me."
"Ethan! Your father is here!" that woman who I think is Ethan's mom yelled to me.
"Okay," I squeaked. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and shook my head. I had to go to my house and make sure everything was okay over there.
I slowly headed down the stairs to face a balding man, "Hello, Ethan," he said.
I attempted to smile, "Hi."
"Ready to go?"
"Sure," I said.
"You're wearing your pajamas over there?" Ethan's mom asked.
I looked down. Oh, yeah, I should have changed my clothes, shouldn't I? I started up the stairs, but the bald man stopped me, "No, no Ethan! We don't have enough time! We have to be on the yacht by nine. You can dress in the car."
"Okay," I said. This was all a little too weird to take in. I really needed to talk to Ethan. I guess this could wait a few hours. I guessed I was going on a yacht that day. Oh, joy!
The bald man, who was supposed to be "my" dad took my bag that my mom packed and started toward the car.
"Um, bye mom!" I said.
"Bye! Have a good weekend! I will see you Monday!" she said, "I love you! Oh, and be good!"
Monday? Wait! What was going on here? Did Ethan's father live in Hill Ridge?
"I love you too," I lied. I didn't know her. How am I supposed to love someone I don't know?
"Oh, and Ethan, remember that you are allergic to shellfish!" she called.
"Helen, don't you think I can handle our son for the weekend?" He said, "I mean, I am not an expert, but I have only been doing this every other weekend and holiday for the past five years."
Ethan's mom rolled her eyes, "Goodbye!" she said one last time and she shut the door. "My" dad sighed and got into the car. I got into the passenger side of the car
"Ready to go to the family reunion?"
Family reunion?! What was he talking about.
"Um, dad, do I have to go?" I said.
He looked at me, "Why? Are you not feeling well or something?"
Oh, good idea. I should play sick.
"Yeah, I just feel really bad this morning."
He looked at me, "You know what? You don't look so good, either. Maybe you shouldn't go and just lie down," he said.
Yes! I have the coolest father.
"Yeah, maybe that is a good idea."
"So I guess I will drop you off at our house really quickly."
I nodded my head, "Yeah, then I can get some rest."
I couldn't believe this guy was buying all of this, and not doubting his son.
"Okay, I will call you later to check up on you, though," he said.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, okay."
Ethan's father drove me to his house and said he would be back in the late afternoon. I said good bye, and he finally left, leaving me alone to think about this. I am in Ethan's body. Ethan has to be in my body. Okay, first order of business is to call my house and talk to Ethan. Easy enough.
I called my house, and my mom picked up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi, um, M-Mrs. Gordon? May I please speak to E-I mean David?" This was too weird to be true. Ethan's voice does not fit me . . .it just doesn't.
"Um, sure. He may be sleeping, but I can wake him up," my mom said. She sounded obviously confused, "May I ask who is calling?"
What should I say? "Um, just tell him that it's Ethan."
No, I didn't care about waking Ethan up. I had to wake up early, and it's nine already. He'll deal. I just hope he doesn't freak out about this and tell my mom. That would not be good because I would like to keep my parents out of this.
A few minutes later, a groggy voice that sounded like me said, "Hello?"
Obviously he didn't get the notice that it was supposed to be Ethan. That is probably a good thing, considering what might happen.
"Ethan?" I asked, to clarify that Ethan was the one who ended up in my body.
"Yeah?" Ethan said, "Whoa, my voice is sounding different today."
"Have you looked in the mirror today?"
"Um, why?" he asked.
"Just look in the mirror and I can explain."
"Who is this?" he asked.
"It's me, Gordo," I said.
"Gordo? Wait, you aren't Gordo. You don't sound like Gordo. Your voice does sound familiar though."
"Ethan! Listen to me!" I said, loosing my patience, "Look around you! Don't you notice that you aren't in your room?"
"Um, yeah, I did notice that," he said.
"And you noticed that your voice is different, too."
"Um, yeah."
"Well, look in the mirror, because you definitely don't look like Ethan."
"Listen, Gordo, or whatever your name is, I feel perfectly fine and I don't know what you are talking about."
"Ethan, just look in the mirror, get dressed, and meet me at the Digital Bean in a half an hour."
"Um, okay, but how do I know what you look like?"
"Ethan, Look for someone that looks like you."
"Huh?" he said, sounding confused.
"You'll understand when you look in the mirror."
"Okay," he said, "Anything else?"
"Um, yeah, we really need to talk."
"Okay! I'll be there!" he said.
I hung up the phone. He better be there.
***
~Ethan~
I hung up the phone with, "Gordo." Man, that dude has some serious issues. Why does he want to see me? No offense or anything, but we aren't exactly tight or anything. Also, what was up with that voice of his? It sounded really familiar, but I just couldn't place it. I had never heard Gordo use it before. That guy has so much talent. His talent is, like, endless or something.
I stood up from my bed. Wow, this room does look really different. It's a different color, different posters, and I don't remember having a blue bedspread. Also, I don't have a computer in my room. Did my mom come in my room in the middle of the night and redecorate it or something?
I hate it when people do that. Its like they do it just to annoy you or something. I called for my mom, "MOM!"
"Yes?" she answered. She even sounded different. Maybe I need my hearing checked.
"What did you do to my room?" I yelled back. I then got out of bed and walked to my door. Even it was in a different area. Hmm . . .this is all too weird for me.
"What are you talking about? I didn't go into your room."
Weird. Something isn't right. Wait, is this my mom's room? I haven't been in there recently, so it's possible. I didn't know that she liked The Rat Pack. Who are they? Also, there is a picture of Gordo, Miranda, and Lizzie on the wall. Actually, there are a lot of those on these walls. What do they have to do with my mom? Dude, I think I am dreaming, because now all of the sudden I feel short.
I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. My dad was supposed to pick me up today to go to this Family reunion thing on my grandpa's boat. He must be running late. Oh well, at least I got more sleep.
I turned on the lights to the bathroom and headed toward the sink. This is definitely not my bathroom. I then splashed some water on my face and then looked up to see Gordo.
"Hi Gordo," I said. I didn't know what he was doing in my bathroom, but he has been acting strange lately.
Gordo said nothing, though. I dried my face off and looked up again. Gordo was still there, with his own towel in his hand.
"What are you staring at?" I asked. This was like an invasion of privacy or something, wasn't it?
His lips moved while I was talking, but he still said nothing. As I put up my towel, he mocked my actions by putting his towel up.
This was like that movie with that chick that stepped into her mirror into another world with the rabbit and the dude who was obsessed with hats. All too weird.
I have to be dreaming.
To make things worse, a strange woman, who looked familiar, walked into the bathroom with some towels.
"Hey, David," she said, and she put the towels up.
Who is David?
"Did you talk to Ethan?"
Was this woman crazy? Why does she want to know if I talk to myself?
"Um, I guess."
"Good! What did he want?"
"I don't know," I said. My voice was still sounding weird.
"So he called just to call you? I didn't know that you and Ethan were that close."
I don't get this woman. Its not like I am bipolar or something.
"We're pretty close," I said.
The woman looked at me and started staring at my face.
"What?" I said.
The woman touched my chin and pointed out a pimple. I shouldn't be getting pimples, as I use this wonderful medication, but sure enough, I felt my chin, and there was a pimple.
"Thanks," I said. Great, now this weird woman thinks I don't wash my face.
"No problem. I just thought you might want to do something about it before you go out and so something with Lizzie or something."
"What about my dad?"
"What about him?" The woman asked, confused.
"Um, I am supposed to see him today," I said.
The woman looked at me strangely, "No, David. Your father is at a conference in Seattle. Remember?"
What conference? "Um, so I am staying here today?"
"Well, if you want, but I thought maybe you had plans with Lizzie and Miranda or something."
Lizzie and Miranda? Is there a project at school that I forgot about or something? Maybe I should humor her.
I smiled, "Good idea. I have to go to the Digital Bean in a few minutes."
"Okay," she said.
The woman finally left, and I felt the pimple, and turned to the sink. Wait, Gordo was still there in front of me, now holding his chin. I need a mirror, man. I looked in a drawer and found a hand held mirror.
I turned it over to look at my reflection, and to my horror, Gordo was my reflection. What does this mean? Come to think of it, I sound like Gordo, and I am short, and . . .what's going on? Am I Gordo?
AHHH!!!
Wait, if I am Gordo, this means Gordo is me. Whoa. I just talked to me on the phone. Cool!
This is all coming together, kind of. It would explain the zit. Wait! Why am I Gordo? I have to meet him soon. Maybe he knows something I don't, like how to get my body back so I can impress the ladies with my fabulous hair, instead of this hair.
I am officially convinced this is a dream, but I am definitely not waking up. I keep pinching myself, and I popped the pimple. Unfortunately, I felt it all. This is . . .uh, interesting.
I guess I am on my way to the Digital Bean.
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