***It's been a while, no? Sorry it's taken me so long. . .life got busy what can I say? Anyway, this chapter was inspired because I saw Newsies [in the wee hours of] this morning (a musical featuring the guy that plays Mr. Digs) and I was like wow, that guy deserves some credit.***
***I don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Thirteen
Detention
~Ethan~
Okay, before I tell Gordo what happened maybe I should tell him about my day.
I went to all his classes, took his notes, and didn't participate in the class discussion. That is what he asked for right? In fact, things were going good until last period.
He has English fourth period, and it's a different teacher than my regular English teacher, and for some reason, Mr. Dig was substituting (something to do with food and poison. . .those two don't sound like they'd mix well together, by the way) and he was talking about English and stuff, and writing articles for papers, when he got into this story of newspaper boys going on strike in New York because they were getting paid less or something. He made it this story a big extravaganza and I was taking notes, when I realized that this wasn't English. . .this was history. Just as he was getting into the movie made from this story, I raised my hand and he called on me "Yes Gordo?" he asked, smiling.
"Um, are we supposed to be taking notes on this?"
For some reason, Mr. Dig's frown disappeared, "No," he said all stern-like. I've never seen him like this before.
I scratched my head as he continued going on about the movie and how was in it, and he sang and danced, and I was thinking, wait. . .isn't this supposed to be a true story? I raised my hand again.
"Hmm?" he called, apparently not liking the fact that he was being interrupted.
"Did they really dance together and sing together in the streets like that back then?"
"No, Gordo, they didn't," he said, as if I was slowly breaking his enthusiasm, "But that's not the point! The point is that this was a powerful story about something passionate and something where kids stood up for themselves. Of all people, Gordo, I would think that you would understand."
I shook my head, "No, I don't understand. Why would you sing and dance when it didn't really happen?"
"Gordo," he sighed, "I don't really know how to explain it. Can I go on with the story, now?"
"Yeah," I sighed, but this was just too unsettling. Why would a group of guys sing and dance in the middle of the street when they don't have to? Don't they have school or something? Also, what did this story have to do with English???
"It took us months to learn those dance steps," he said, "But we did, and not I can proudly credit my dancing to that movie," and he did a little dance in front of us.
I couldn't help it anymore, I mean, he's a good dancer and everything, but it didn't make any sense. I came in here expecting to learn English or read a book or something, and he was talking about a movie. . .a musical no less.
"Did they at least sing back then?" I asked, trying to come up with some resolution.
I think Mr. Dig was getting angry again, but he said nothing.
Wow, oh yeah I was supposed to explain why I have that after school detention. I didn't get it because of Mr. Dig because that would have been unconstitutional or something like that. (it has to do with one of those amendments or something) Actually, come to think about it I got the detention in Latin. That was third period, wasn't it.
Oh, well. Obviously, it wasn't bad because I hardly remember what happened. Oh, right, now I remember! We were taking notes and I couldn't read one of the words on the board so I asked the person next to me what it said and he was all, "Read it yourself" and I was like, "But I can't" and he was all, "Well, that's too bad," and at that point the teacher turned around and all eyes were on me (or shall I say Gordo?) and the teacher was all "Detention!" and that's the story. It wasn't my fault, either. That rat next to me was the one with the problem.
Maybe that's what got me in the mood to be inquisitive towards Mr. Dig.
Anyway, how do I tell Gordo that I got him in trouble? Oh, right, I just do.
"Yo, Gordo, I need to talk to you about something."
"What?" Gordo said.
"It's about this afternoon. Do I have to do something after school?"
Gordo shrugged, "No, just go home. I might go over there later to work on homework with you, though."
"What time?" I asked.
Gordo shrugged again, "I don't know. I was thinking around four or five."
Lets see. . .detention would be over at four and it will take about twenty minutes to get home, "How about sometime after four thirty?"
Uh-oh. Gordo looks suspicious, "Why?"
"Because I need to hang around after school for something."
"For what?"
Why is he asking me all these questions. I gulped, "Hey, did you know that Mr. Dig was in a movie."
"Ethan, why do you need to stay after school?"
"Actually, it was a musical."
"Ethan…"
"Yeah, he got to sing and dance and everything."
"Ethan…"
"The musical was based on a true story."
"Ethan…why?"
"I don't know. I guess the director decided it would be a good story."
"ETHAN! Why are you staying after school?"
"Why not?"
"Because you have no reason to stay after school. They only reason people stay after school is if they need to do research or…" and he looked at me and thought for a minute. Wow…I look intelligent when I think. I should look like that more often.
~~~
~Gordo~
I was trying to come up with some explanation as to why Ethan was staying after school, but he wasn't saying anything. I don't have a project to research and I'm not in trouble…unless, "Ethan, do I have detention this afternoon?"
He looked at me and I wish I knew what he was thinking, "You see, it depends on your definition of detention."
"Ethan, tell me," I said, "I'm not going to get mad at you. Just tell me what happened."
"I couldn't read what was on the board in Latin, so I asked the guy sitting next to me and he was being a jerk and the teacher turned around and saw me and gave me a detention just like that."
What?? Wait, hold on, here. "You talked in Latin?"
"Yeah. . .what's wrong with that?"
"Ethan," I said, cursing myself for being so forgetful, "Those weren't notes you were taking. That was a quiz."
"What? She never said anything about a quiz!"
"Well, we have one every Monday."
"Ohhh," Ethan said, "Now I understand. I thought all those blank lines were weird."
Yeah, and now I have a detention in my school record. This is great! Just great! First, he kissed Lizzie before I did and now, he gives my first detention ever! AHHH! I want to be me again!"
I managed to control my temper long enough to get through lunch and talk to him about the rest of the day and everything. Lunch was just about over when I spotted Lizzie coming our way. She looked at Ethan, who she thought was me and then me, who she thought was Ethan and then back at Ethan, "Gordo can I talk to you for a minute?" she said. Was it just me, or did she look nervous?
"Sure," Ethan said, "What's up?"
Lizzie looked at me and bit her lip, "Ethan, do you mind if we talk alone?"
I looked at Ethan and Ethan looked back at me. Gee, this was a little awkward. Finally Ethan said, "Anything you say to me can be said in front of my pal, Ethan."
I resisted the temptation to hit myself. This was not what he was supposed to say. How about a "Not now. How about later online?" or a simple, "I'm busy," or, heck, I'd even settle for a "sure," at this point. But, what he said? Lizzie can read right through it. I mean, look at her, she is. I guess it is up to me to say something.
"Lizzie, Gordo and I are working on a project that we need to finish as soon a possible. Can you wait until after school or something."
Lizzie looked at me and then Ethan and she said something, but I could tell she was confused, "Sure," she said, looking at Ethan, "I'll talk to you online or call you."
Yes! That's good. That way, she can actually talk to the real Gordo. Not the fake one.
Lizzie turned around and walked away. That was weird. I feel like I hurt Lizzie or something. Great, now she probably thinks I am uncomfortable talking to her alone or something.
~~~
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie" Miranda called and I stopped. I had just had a very weird conversation with Gordo, "Lizzie! How are you? I haven't talked to you in a while! How are you?"
"I'm okay," I said, but in all honesty, I'm really confused. Gordo is supposed to be my best friend, but lately, he's been acting really strange. First, at my house, then yesterday when I walked him home and then today. It just doesn't make sense. It's almost like he is a different person or something.
"Good. Do you have any plans on Friday night?"
"No," I said, realizing I was probably being rude, "Why? What's going on?"
"Well, I was thinking we could double. You, me, Gordo, and Joe. We can go to a movie or something. Are you up for it?"
Double date with Gordo? Not if he acts the way he is acting now, "I don't know."
"Oh, come on! It'll be great! Just like old times!"
"Well, I don't know," I said, "It depends on Gordo."
"Why?"
"Because he's been acting really funny lately," I said and I walked away to catch my next class, "Really funny."
***I don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Thirteen
Detention
~Ethan~
Okay, before I tell Gordo what happened maybe I should tell him about my day.
I went to all his classes, took his notes, and didn't participate in the class discussion. That is what he asked for right? In fact, things were going good until last period.
He has English fourth period, and it's a different teacher than my regular English teacher, and for some reason, Mr. Dig was substituting (something to do with food and poison. . .those two don't sound like they'd mix well together, by the way) and he was talking about English and stuff, and writing articles for papers, when he got into this story of newspaper boys going on strike in New York because they were getting paid less or something. He made it this story a big extravaganza and I was taking notes, when I realized that this wasn't English. . .this was history. Just as he was getting into the movie made from this story, I raised my hand and he called on me "Yes Gordo?" he asked, smiling.
"Um, are we supposed to be taking notes on this?"
For some reason, Mr. Dig's frown disappeared, "No," he said all stern-like. I've never seen him like this before.
I scratched my head as he continued going on about the movie and how was in it, and he sang and danced, and I was thinking, wait. . .isn't this supposed to be a true story? I raised my hand again.
"Hmm?" he called, apparently not liking the fact that he was being interrupted.
"Did they really dance together and sing together in the streets like that back then?"
"No, Gordo, they didn't," he said, as if I was slowly breaking his enthusiasm, "But that's not the point! The point is that this was a powerful story about something passionate and something where kids stood up for themselves. Of all people, Gordo, I would think that you would understand."
I shook my head, "No, I don't understand. Why would you sing and dance when it didn't really happen?"
"Gordo," he sighed, "I don't really know how to explain it. Can I go on with the story, now?"
"Yeah," I sighed, but this was just too unsettling. Why would a group of guys sing and dance in the middle of the street when they don't have to? Don't they have school or something? Also, what did this story have to do with English???
"It took us months to learn those dance steps," he said, "But we did, and not I can proudly credit my dancing to that movie," and he did a little dance in front of us.
I couldn't help it anymore, I mean, he's a good dancer and everything, but it didn't make any sense. I came in here expecting to learn English or read a book or something, and he was talking about a movie. . .a musical no less.
"Did they at least sing back then?" I asked, trying to come up with some resolution.
I think Mr. Dig was getting angry again, but he said nothing.
Wow, oh yeah I was supposed to explain why I have that after school detention. I didn't get it because of Mr. Dig because that would have been unconstitutional or something like that. (it has to do with one of those amendments or something) Actually, come to think about it I got the detention in Latin. That was third period, wasn't it.
Oh, well. Obviously, it wasn't bad because I hardly remember what happened. Oh, right, now I remember! We were taking notes and I couldn't read one of the words on the board so I asked the person next to me what it said and he was all, "Read it yourself" and I was like, "But I can't" and he was all, "Well, that's too bad," and at that point the teacher turned around and all eyes were on me (or shall I say Gordo?) and the teacher was all "Detention!" and that's the story. It wasn't my fault, either. That rat next to me was the one with the problem.
Maybe that's what got me in the mood to be inquisitive towards Mr. Dig.
Anyway, how do I tell Gordo that I got him in trouble? Oh, right, I just do.
"Yo, Gordo, I need to talk to you about something."
"What?" Gordo said.
"It's about this afternoon. Do I have to do something after school?"
Gordo shrugged, "No, just go home. I might go over there later to work on homework with you, though."
"What time?" I asked.
Gordo shrugged again, "I don't know. I was thinking around four or five."
Lets see. . .detention would be over at four and it will take about twenty minutes to get home, "How about sometime after four thirty?"
Uh-oh. Gordo looks suspicious, "Why?"
"Because I need to hang around after school for something."
"For what?"
Why is he asking me all these questions. I gulped, "Hey, did you know that Mr. Dig was in a movie."
"Ethan, why do you need to stay after school?"
"Actually, it was a musical."
"Ethan…"
"Yeah, he got to sing and dance and everything."
"Ethan…"
"The musical was based on a true story."
"Ethan…why?"
"I don't know. I guess the director decided it would be a good story."
"ETHAN! Why are you staying after school?"
"Why not?"
"Because you have no reason to stay after school. They only reason people stay after school is if they need to do research or…" and he looked at me and thought for a minute. Wow…I look intelligent when I think. I should look like that more often.
~~~
~Gordo~
I was trying to come up with some explanation as to why Ethan was staying after school, but he wasn't saying anything. I don't have a project to research and I'm not in trouble…unless, "Ethan, do I have detention this afternoon?"
He looked at me and I wish I knew what he was thinking, "You see, it depends on your definition of detention."
"Ethan, tell me," I said, "I'm not going to get mad at you. Just tell me what happened."
"I couldn't read what was on the board in Latin, so I asked the guy sitting next to me and he was being a jerk and the teacher turned around and saw me and gave me a detention just like that."
What?? Wait, hold on, here. "You talked in Latin?"
"Yeah. . .what's wrong with that?"
"Ethan," I said, cursing myself for being so forgetful, "Those weren't notes you were taking. That was a quiz."
"What? She never said anything about a quiz!"
"Well, we have one every Monday."
"Ohhh," Ethan said, "Now I understand. I thought all those blank lines were weird."
Yeah, and now I have a detention in my school record. This is great! Just great! First, he kissed Lizzie before I did and now, he gives my first detention ever! AHHH! I want to be me again!"
I managed to control my temper long enough to get through lunch and talk to him about the rest of the day and everything. Lunch was just about over when I spotted Lizzie coming our way. She looked at Ethan, who she thought was me and then me, who she thought was Ethan and then back at Ethan, "Gordo can I talk to you for a minute?" she said. Was it just me, or did she look nervous?
"Sure," Ethan said, "What's up?"
Lizzie looked at me and bit her lip, "Ethan, do you mind if we talk alone?"
I looked at Ethan and Ethan looked back at me. Gee, this was a little awkward. Finally Ethan said, "Anything you say to me can be said in front of my pal, Ethan."
I resisted the temptation to hit myself. This was not what he was supposed to say. How about a "Not now. How about later online?" or a simple, "I'm busy," or, heck, I'd even settle for a "sure," at this point. But, what he said? Lizzie can read right through it. I mean, look at her, she is. I guess it is up to me to say something.
"Lizzie, Gordo and I are working on a project that we need to finish as soon a possible. Can you wait until after school or something."
Lizzie looked at me and then Ethan and she said something, but I could tell she was confused, "Sure," she said, looking at Ethan, "I'll talk to you online or call you."
Yes! That's good. That way, she can actually talk to the real Gordo. Not the fake one.
Lizzie turned around and walked away. That was weird. I feel like I hurt Lizzie or something. Great, now she probably thinks I am uncomfortable talking to her alone or something.
~~~
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie" Miranda called and I stopped. I had just had a very weird conversation with Gordo, "Lizzie! How are you? I haven't talked to you in a while! How are you?"
"I'm okay," I said, but in all honesty, I'm really confused. Gordo is supposed to be my best friend, but lately, he's been acting really strange. First, at my house, then yesterday when I walked him home and then today. It just doesn't make sense. It's almost like he is a different person or something.
"Good. Do you have any plans on Friday night?"
"No," I said, realizing I was probably being rude, "Why? What's going on?"
"Well, I was thinking we could double. You, me, Gordo, and Joe. We can go to a movie or something. Are you up for it?"
Double date with Gordo? Not if he acts the way he is acting now, "I don't know."
"Oh, come on! It'll be great! Just like old times!"
"Well, I don't know," I said, "It depends on Gordo."
"Why?"
"Because he's been acting really funny lately," I said and I walked away to catch my next class, "Really funny."