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Grounded
Chapter Eight
~Ethan~
I was looking forward to seeing my dad because I don't see him everyday. I didn't know that when I would make a comment like this to Gordo, that he would get a weird expression on his face. It was like he forgot something or something.
"What's up?" I asked.
Gordo looked at me and hit his head with his hand, "Dope!" he said and he mumbled something that sounded like, "even mad."
"Are you mad, Gordo?" I asked. This guy is so strange.
Gordo looked at me and simply said, "No. Forget it. It's probably no big deal."
I nodded my head. Okay, the little dude has issues. This should be an interesting experience with him spending the night at my house. My dad will probably want to disown me by the time that this is through if I am supposed to act the way he is acting.
We walked on to Gordo's house and got some clothes for me to wear. His parents were not home, which was kind of a bummer because I don't know if I've ever met Mrs. Gordon. I hear she is a psychic or a psycho or something like that. I think that is an interesting career choice to be in the porno business and like to talk it over with her and see if being in physics is a good choice for me.
I kind of let Gordo do his own thing upstairs while I waited downstairs. I mean, this is his house, and well, I guess mine in a way right now, but it seems like an invasion of privacy to be up there with him while he picks underwear and stuff. Oh, and about that, I hope he wears boxers or at least boxer briefs because I refuse to wear underwear. I just find that I feel better wearing something else.
It's been a few minutes. I suppose it wouldn't be a total invasion of privacy if I went into the kitchen, would it? I don't think so, so I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat, like marshmallows or a juice box or something to keep me from being hungry.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find any marshmallows. They didn't even have any juice boxes! And that's like, a necessity in every household. It's like not having beef jerky in the house, and they don't even have that! Gordo must go hungry living in this house. I know I will.
I finally found something that looked edible in the freezer—waffles. They wouldn't be my first choice or anything, but they would settle my hunger. I popped four in the toaster and while I waited I fixed myself a smoothie. The fruit in the household was kind of limited, so the smoothie contains strawberries, cucumbers, kiwi, tomato juice, and cranberry juice with ice. Oh, I also added an egg—they didn't have any raw eggs, so I ended up putting a hard-boiled egg in there. There isn't really a significant difference between the two, is there?
When my smoothie was ready, as well as my waffles, I sat down at the kitchen and started eating. I couldn't find any syrup. Again, what family doesn't have syrup? Are Mr. and Mrs. Gordon trying to starve Gordo. Whoa. Gordo's name is Gordo Gordon. COOL! My name is Gordo Gordon.
I ate the waffles pretty quickly and was drinking the –interesting tasting smoothie I made for myself. (Should I have left out the strawberries?) Gordo walked in and looked at me weird. He seems to do that a lot. I wonder if he notices that I notice that he looks at me funny. Hmm. . .
"What is that?" He asked, pointing at my smoothie.
"A smoothie," I said.
Gordo looked at my smoothie, "Are smoothies supposed to be that color?"
I picked up the glass to look at the smoothie closer. It was a brownish –green color. I shrugged, "I don't know."
"What did you put in it?"
"Stuff," I said, "Um, I have extra if you want."
Gordo looked over at the blender with the extra smoothie and shook his head, "No thanks. I'm not very hungry."
I shrugged and took another sip of the smoothie. Gordo watched with disgust. Maybe the smoothie was a little off, but it wasn't that bad. I need to remember to put hard-boiled eggs in smoothies more often.
"Are you finished?" he asked as I took the last sip.
I nodded my head, "Yeah. Did you get the clothes?"
Gordo presented a large bag and nodded, "Yep. I have some clothes for you."
Gordo headed for the sink and started rinsing my dishes. That was nice of him. Good deeds need to be spread around. I waited for him to wash the dishes and thought I should make some conversation with him, "So, Gordo," I said, "What do you wear?"
Gordo looked at me strangely, "I wear clothes."
"No!" I said. Gee, Gordo can be such a ding-dong sometimes, "I mean, what type of underwear do you wear?"
Gordo looked at me yet again as if I was strange, "Um, boxers. Why?"
"Duh, dude! Because I have to wear your clothes for the next few days or whatever."
"Oh," he said and he turned the water off, "I am ready."
We went off to my house. I can't wait for some real food!
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~Gordo~
I hope my parents don't notice the strange stench in their kitchen. I tried the best I could, but there was nothing I could do. It smells like a combination of eggs and fruit, which isn't a pleasant smell.
I think I have learned a lesson out of all of this. I am never wishing to be anyone else ever again. Especially Ethan. I keep waiting for something good to come out of this, but the only good thing was a conversation with Miranda, who talked to me as if I was Ethan.
I didn't think anything could be worse, until we got to the Craft residence. I opened the door, only to find that we weren't alone. That guy that I think is Ethan's dad was there, along with that wife of his, Tawny I think. Oh, and they didn't look too happy. Actually, Tawny didn't seem to have an expression, but Ethan's dad seemed furious.
He stood up when he saw that we were home and stared at me, which was weird because this is a total stranger.
"I thought you were sick," he said, looking me right in the eye.
"I was," I said, gulping, "But then, I, um, remembered I had this project to work on with um- Gordo and we are now here to work on it."
I was almost proud of my excuse, that is, until Ethan's dad looked at me as if I was crazy, "You think I will believe that? Son, I know you and I know that you don't work on school stuff until Sunday, when you aren't with me anymore."
"That's not true!" Ethan said. Oh, Boy, this must sound interesting the way it looks. To Ethan's dad, it looks like Gordo is defending Ethan for something, and Gordo is a stranger to Ethan's dad.
Ethan's dad looked at Ethan. He must have been thinking the same thing, "Who is this?"
I gulped, "This is Gordo. He is spending the night and we are going to work on a project."
"Gordo?" he said, "Gordo what?"
Ethan smiled, "Gordo Gordon."
Somebody smack me now. Please, smack me hard enough to cause damage.
Ethan's dad was taken aback by the name, "Okay, and what class is this for?"
"Chemistry," I said. It was the first thing that came into my mind that I knew all sophomores had to take.
"You don't take chemistry," Ethan's dad said, "You take biology."
I do? I mean, Ethan does? What did he do, fail last year or something? Actually, that wouldn't surprise me. "I know, but Gordo does and we are getting together with his class and doing a presentation."
"What's it about?"
"Marie Antoinette," Ethan said. I think he was trying to help, but he wasn't.
I smiled and laughed, "What Gordo means to say is Marie Curie."
Ethan's dad looked at me and mumbled, "Your friend is strange. I feel really sorry for his parents."
"So do I," I mumbled.
"Okay, fine. Work on your project. However, Ethan" he said, and he pulled me back, "for disobeying me, you are grounded for the rest of the weekend. No phone calls or going out or doing whatever you do. When this Gordo person leaves, you and I will sit down and have a big chat about life."
Wow. I thought my parents were the only ones who acted like this. For once, I wish I could hear it from my own father, though.
Ethan had already headed upstairs and was in his room, lying on his bed, playing his Game Boy Advance. He didn't even look up at me when I entered.
"You are grounded for the rest of the weekend," I said.
"Okay," he said, and he continued his game smiling.
"You are happy about this?"
"No. I'm not the one grounded. You are grounded. You aren't allowed to make phone calls or anything. I can do whatever I want. Which reminds me, I need to call Kate." Ethan got up and grabbed his cell phone and started dialing numbers.
"Um, Ethan, I don't talk to Kate," I said.
Ethan shrugged, "So?"
"Um, Ethan, you sound exactly like me. Kate won't know the difference."
"Fine," he said, and he pressed the send button and handed me the phone, "You talk to her."
What? I took the phone frantically. This was a bad idea.
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Grounded
Chapter Eight
~Ethan~
I was looking forward to seeing my dad because I don't see him everyday. I didn't know that when I would make a comment like this to Gordo, that he would get a weird expression on his face. It was like he forgot something or something.
"What's up?" I asked.
Gordo looked at me and hit his head with his hand, "Dope!" he said and he mumbled something that sounded like, "even mad."
"Are you mad, Gordo?" I asked. This guy is so strange.
Gordo looked at me and simply said, "No. Forget it. It's probably no big deal."
I nodded my head. Okay, the little dude has issues. This should be an interesting experience with him spending the night at my house. My dad will probably want to disown me by the time that this is through if I am supposed to act the way he is acting.
We walked on to Gordo's house and got some clothes for me to wear. His parents were not home, which was kind of a bummer because I don't know if I've ever met Mrs. Gordon. I hear she is a psychic or a psycho or something like that. I think that is an interesting career choice to be in the porno business and like to talk it over with her and see if being in physics is a good choice for me.
I kind of let Gordo do his own thing upstairs while I waited downstairs. I mean, this is his house, and well, I guess mine in a way right now, but it seems like an invasion of privacy to be up there with him while he picks underwear and stuff. Oh, and about that, I hope he wears boxers or at least boxer briefs because I refuse to wear underwear. I just find that I feel better wearing something else.
It's been a few minutes. I suppose it wouldn't be a total invasion of privacy if I went into the kitchen, would it? I don't think so, so I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat, like marshmallows or a juice box or something to keep me from being hungry.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find any marshmallows. They didn't even have any juice boxes! And that's like, a necessity in every household. It's like not having beef jerky in the house, and they don't even have that! Gordo must go hungry living in this house. I know I will.
I finally found something that looked edible in the freezer—waffles. They wouldn't be my first choice or anything, but they would settle my hunger. I popped four in the toaster and while I waited I fixed myself a smoothie. The fruit in the household was kind of limited, so the smoothie contains strawberries, cucumbers, kiwi, tomato juice, and cranberry juice with ice. Oh, I also added an egg—they didn't have any raw eggs, so I ended up putting a hard-boiled egg in there. There isn't really a significant difference between the two, is there?
When my smoothie was ready, as well as my waffles, I sat down at the kitchen and started eating. I couldn't find any syrup. Again, what family doesn't have syrup? Are Mr. and Mrs. Gordon trying to starve Gordo. Whoa. Gordo's name is Gordo Gordon. COOL! My name is Gordo Gordon.
I ate the waffles pretty quickly and was drinking the –interesting tasting smoothie I made for myself. (Should I have left out the strawberries?) Gordo walked in and looked at me weird. He seems to do that a lot. I wonder if he notices that I notice that he looks at me funny. Hmm. . .
"What is that?" He asked, pointing at my smoothie.
"A smoothie," I said.
Gordo looked at my smoothie, "Are smoothies supposed to be that color?"
I picked up the glass to look at the smoothie closer. It was a brownish –green color. I shrugged, "I don't know."
"What did you put in it?"
"Stuff," I said, "Um, I have extra if you want."
Gordo looked over at the blender with the extra smoothie and shook his head, "No thanks. I'm not very hungry."
I shrugged and took another sip of the smoothie. Gordo watched with disgust. Maybe the smoothie was a little off, but it wasn't that bad. I need to remember to put hard-boiled eggs in smoothies more often.
"Are you finished?" he asked as I took the last sip.
I nodded my head, "Yeah. Did you get the clothes?"
Gordo presented a large bag and nodded, "Yep. I have some clothes for you."
Gordo headed for the sink and started rinsing my dishes. That was nice of him. Good deeds need to be spread around. I waited for him to wash the dishes and thought I should make some conversation with him, "So, Gordo," I said, "What do you wear?"
Gordo looked at me strangely, "I wear clothes."
"No!" I said. Gee, Gordo can be such a ding-dong sometimes, "I mean, what type of underwear do you wear?"
Gordo looked at me yet again as if I was strange, "Um, boxers. Why?"
"Duh, dude! Because I have to wear your clothes for the next few days or whatever."
"Oh," he said and he turned the water off, "I am ready."
We went off to my house. I can't wait for some real food!
***
~Gordo~
I hope my parents don't notice the strange stench in their kitchen. I tried the best I could, but there was nothing I could do. It smells like a combination of eggs and fruit, which isn't a pleasant smell.
I think I have learned a lesson out of all of this. I am never wishing to be anyone else ever again. Especially Ethan. I keep waiting for something good to come out of this, but the only good thing was a conversation with Miranda, who talked to me as if I was Ethan.
I didn't think anything could be worse, until we got to the Craft residence. I opened the door, only to find that we weren't alone. That guy that I think is Ethan's dad was there, along with that wife of his, Tawny I think. Oh, and they didn't look too happy. Actually, Tawny didn't seem to have an expression, but Ethan's dad seemed furious.
He stood up when he saw that we were home and stared at me, which was weird because this is a total stranger.
"I thought you were sick," he said, looking me right in the eye.
"I was," I said, gulping, "But then, I, um, remembered I had this project to work on with um- Gordo and we are now here to work on it."
I was almost proud of my excuse, that is, until Ethan's dad looked at me as if I was crazy, "You think I will believe that? Son, I know you and I know that you don't work on school stuff until Sunday, when you aren't with me anymore."
"That's not true!" Ethan said. Oh, Boy, this must sound interesting the way it looks. To Ethan's dad, it looks like Gordo is defending Ethan for something, and Gordo is a stranger to Ethan's dad.
Ethan's dad looked at Ethan. He must have been thinking the same thing, "Who is this?"
I gulped, "This is Gordo. He is spending the night and we are going to work on a project."
"Gordo?" he said, "Gordo what?"
Ethan smiled, "Gordo Gordon."
Somebody smack me now. Please, smack me hard enough to cause damage.
Ethan's dad was taken aback by the name, "Okay, and what class is this for?"
"Chemistry," I said. It was the first thing that came into my mind that I knew all sophomores had to take.
"You don't take chemistry," Ethan's dad said, "You take biology."
I do? I mean, Ethan does? What did he do, fail last year or something? Actually, that wouldn't surprise me. "I know, but Gordo does and we are getting together with his class and doing a presentation."
"What's it about?"
"Marie Antoinette," Ethan said. I think he was trying to help, but he wasn't.
I smiled and laughed, "What Gordo means to say is Marie Curie."
Ethan's dad looked at me and mumbled, "Your friend is strange. I feel really sorry for his parents."
"So do I," I mumbled.
"Okay, fine. Work on your project. However, Ethan" he said, and he pulled me back, "for disobeying me, you are grounded for the rest of the weekend. No phone calls or going out or doing whatever you do. When this Gordo person leaves, you and I will sit down and have a big chat about life."
Wow. I thought my parents were the only ones who acted like this. For once, I wish I could hear it from my own father, though.
Ethan had already headed upstairs and was in his room, lying on his bed, playing his Game Boy Advance. He didn't even look up at me when I entered.
"You are grounded for the rest of the weekend," I said.
"Okay," he said, and he continued his game smiling.
"You are happy about this?"
"No. I'm not the one grounded. You are grounded. You aren't allowed to make phone calls or anything. I can do whatever I want. Which reminds me, I need to call Kate." Ethan got up and grabbed his cell phone and started dialing numbers.
"Um, Ethan, I don't talk to Kate," I said.
Ethan shrugged, "So?"
"Um, Ethan, you sound exactly like me. Kate won't know the difference."
"Fine," he said, and he pressed the send button and handed me the phone, "You talk to her."
What? I took the phone frantically. This was a bad idea.
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