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Chapter Fifteen
Best Kept Secret
~Ethan~
"Sure," I said, laughing nervously. Wait! What if this wasn't a laughing matter? I smiled, "What do you want to talk about?"
Lizzie looked around and she looked awfully uncertain about something. She bit her lip, "Gordo," she said.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," I said. Hey, I'm getting pretty good at realizing that I am Gordo, and I even added a little quote from that movie.
But Lizzie didn't seem amused. Hey, you can't please everyone, right? "Can we sit down?" she asked.
"Of course."
Lizzie looked around and I tried to follow her eyes but that wasn't helping. "Can we go somewhere else and sit down?"
"Sure. Digital Bean?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No. There are too many people there."
Why is that a problem? I mean, people are everywhere. They are, like, unavoidable. Unless…uh-oh. Maybe Lizzie is ready to tell Gordo that she loves him or something. I shouldn't be there for that. Gordo should be there for that. I gulped and smiled, showing all my teeth, "Are you sure we need to talk about something now?" I asked, "I mean, what about sometime next week?"
"No!" Lizzie said, and the way she said it scared me.
"Okay," I said, "We can talk about it now. Want to go to the court yard?"
"Yeah, sure," Lizzie said, and she and I walked off to the court yard and Lizzie sat down on the bench. I stood there waiting. "You can sit down," she said, looking up at me."
"Oh," I said, laughing nervously. I sat down next to her.
She looked into my eyes and took a deep breath. "Gordo," she started, "I've been worried about you these past few days. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, relieved to know that this wasn't some deep confession or anything.
"Are you sure?"
Do I not sound believable or something? I nodded my head, "I'm positive."
"Okay," she said, biting her lip and looking at the ground beyond me, "You just seem so different in the past few days and I miss the old Gordo."
I nodded my head, "I see," I said, "Well, I'm trying to work on that."
Lizzie laughed, "You know, it's weird because I was so worried about you that I asked Ethan about you."
Now is that time to get nervous, "Oh?" I asked, "Wh-what did you do that for?"
"Because you've been hanging around him a lot lately. I miss you, Gordo. I feel like I'm losing my best friend," I saw tears streaming down her face, "and then you kissed me the other night and I didn't know what to think. What's going on here, Gordo?"
Wow. Now I feel awful. Maybe I should tell her. She is Gordo's best friend and I think Gordo would understand if I told Lizzie. I sighed, "Lizzie, can you keep a secret?" I asked. Maybe it would be better if Gordo didn't find out about this.
Lizzie wiped her tears from her face and nodded, "Gordo, I'm your best friend. Of course I can keep a secret." She put her hand on top of mine, which made me feel even more nervous. Telling her is something I should do, right? She could help.
"Lizzie," I said, with my best serious facial expression. I hope those acting classes worked, "I'm not really Gordo. I'm Ethan Craft stuck in Gordo's body."
Lizzie looked at me strangely. It was stranger than she ever had before and then it happened. She burst out laughing. "Gordo," she said, between breaths, "okay, first of all, that makes no sense and second of all, since when are you trying to get a role in the Days of Our Lives? This is not a laughing matter. I was really worried about you. What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?" Lizzie said, hitting me and showing a facial expression that was mixed with laughter, puzzlement, and anger, "I'll tell you what," she said, getting up, "talk to me when you've pulled yourself together and are ready to be mature again."
Uh-oh. She started walking off. I panicked, "Lizzie, wait!" I called, running to her. Maybe the serious face was what blew it, "I really can explain." I grabbed her arm.
She shook me off and looked into my eyes, "Seriously?" she asked.
I nodded my head and put up two fingers, "Scouts honor."
She looked at my hand and rolled her eyes, "You were never a scout, Gordo and besides, it's three fingers."
"Oh," was all I could say, putting my hand down. I looked at her and she still didn't look amused. This was going to be harder than I thought, "Lizzie, you have to listen to me. You're not the only one who is confused."
She crossed her arms. Um, at least she was sticking around. "Want to sit back down?" I asked.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and walked past me to the bench. I followed her and we sat back down. She still had her arm crossed and I was pretty sure there were tears in her eyes. "Lizzie?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Lizzie, I," I started, but then it dawned on me. Even I wasn't sure I'd believe what I was about to tell her. Let's see, how did Gordo explain how this happened, "Remember how Gord-I mean I was at your house on Friday night?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah."
"Remember how your grandmother came over and did something involving wishes and smoke?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "She said that yours was the only one that would come true."
I nodded my head, "Yeah, and I know it's weird, but it did come true."
Lizzie looked at me skeptically and shook her head as she smiled, "No, no, that's impossible," she said. She didn't get up though.
I nodded my head, "That's what I thought, until I woke up the next morning in Gordo's bed."
Lizzie looked at me, looked at the ground and looked back at me, as if she was deciding whether or not she believed me, "Wait a minute," she said, "are you trying to say that you are not really Gordo?"
I nodded my head.
"And that your…Ethan?"
I nodded my head again. Man, this woman definitely is giving my head a work out.
"But…why?" she asked, as if she were disgusted.
"I don't know," was all I could offer. Why was I in this predicament again?
"What did you wish for?"
I shrugged, "I have no idea what Gordo wished for. Whatever it is, I think its supposed to last only…"
"Seven days," she completed, then she looked at me again, "Ethan?"
"Hmm?" I asked, glad to be called my own name.
"Wow," she said, uncrossing her arms and leaning against the back of the bench, "As crazy as this is, it makes a lot of sense now that I think of it."
"Great!" I said, "Now, we can go over to my house and tell Gordo that you know about all of this!"
But Lizzie shook her head, "No."
"No?"
"Yeah, no," she said, and she looked at me and grinned, "I think this would be a lot better if we didn't tell Gordo for now."
Why is that not a good idea? "But you two are best friends! Don't you tell each other, like, everything?"
Lizzie laughed and looked at me and shook her head, "He wasn't planning on telling me, was he?"
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~Lizzie~
I don't know why and I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I believe its Ethan that I'm talking to. It doesn't make a lot of sense scientifically, but as far as behavior, well, let's see, Gordo and Ethan both came over to my house on Saturday and they both acted strangely, then "Gordo" kissed me, which I guess was Ethan's mistake, and now, this is all coming together. But what does this have anything to do with Gordo's wish? What did he wish for anyway? Did he wish he could be Ethan or something?
"I don't know," Ethan said.
I sighed. I wanted an explanation and I got one. But something about this wasn't right. "Ethan?" I asked, trying to look at him, but it was weird calling Gordo's face Ethan, "Do you have any idea at all what Gordo wished for or why he wished for what he did?"
He shrugged, "I think he wished he could be me for some reason."
"Do you have any idea of what that reason is?"
He shrugged yet again. This theory of them switching places was coming more and more together by the minute, wasn't it? He leaned in a little closer, "Between you and me," he said, looking around I guess to see if anyone was listening, "I think Gordo likes you."
"Uh, yeah," I said, "we're friends. What's the matter with liking friends?"
"No," he shook his head, "I mean, I think he LIKE likes you. You know, he wants to be your boo type thing."
Okay, I never want to hear "boo" come out of Gordo's mouth again, because, well, it just isn't right, but putting that into context, what the heck is going on? "So that's why he's you?" I raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, "That's what I'm thinking. I actually thought you two were a thing yesterday and that's why I kissed you."
So, that answers my next question. I relaxed again and thought about everything. This was crazy and it still made no sense, but DID Gordo actually like me? I smiled. He sure does go through some strange things to try and send me the message.
"Um, I can find out more about it later and I'm not positive that what I said is the reason, but I do think that he does like you."
I nodded my head and stood up. I really need to think about all of this, and I needed to think about this alone. "Well, Ethan, thanks. You helped me a lot," I grinned.
"You're welcome. I'll call you or IM you if I find something else out."
"Okay," I said, smiling, "Just remember not to tell Gordo about any of this." Even if it's a lie and I really was talking to Gordo, at least maybe he'd get the message that I was also interested in him.
And maybe I could have a little fun of my own with this.
I smiled as I walked all the way home. This was going to be a pretty interesting week, after all.
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Chapter Fifteen
Best Kept Secret
~Ethan~
"Sure," I said, laughing nervously. Wait! What if this wasn't a laughing matter? I smiled, "What do you want to talk about?"
Lizzie looked around and she looked awfully uncertain about something. She bit her lip, "Gordo," she said.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," I said. Hey, I'm getting pretty good at realizing that I am Gordo, and I even added a little quote from that movie.
But Lizzie didn't seem amused. Hey, you can't please everyone, right? "Can we sit down?" she asked.
"Of course."
Lizzie looked around and I tried to follow her eyes but that wasn't helping. "Can we go somewhere else and sit down?"
"Sure. Digital Bean?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No. There are too many people there."
Why is that a problem? I mean, people are everywhere. They are, like, unavoidable. Unless…uh-oh. Maybe Lizzie is ready to tell Gordo that she loves him or something. I shouldn't be there for that. Gordo should be there for that. I gulped and smiled, showing all my teeth, "Are you sure we need to talk about something now?" I asked, "I mean, what about sometime next week?"
"No!" Lizzie said, and the way she said it scared me.
"Okay," I said, "We can talk about it now. Want to go to the court yard?"
"Yeah, sure," Lizzie said, and she and I walked off to the court yard and Lizzie sat down on the bench. I stood there waiting. "You can sit down," she said, looking up at me."
"Oh," I said, laughing nervously. I sat down next to her.
She looked into my eyes and took a deep breath. "Gordo," she started, "I've been worried about you these past few days. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, relieved to know that this wasn't some deep confession or anything.
"Are you sure?"
Do I not sound believable or something? I nodded my head, "I'm positive."
"Okay," she said, biting her lip and looking at the ground beyond me, "You just seem so different in the past few days and I miss the old Gordo."
I nodded my head, "I see," I said, "Well, I'm trying to work on that."
Lizzie laughed, "You know, it's weird because I was so worried about you that I asked Ethan about you."
Now is that time to get nervous, "Oh?" I asked, "Wh-what did you do that for?"
"Because you've been hanging around him a lot lately. I miss you, Gordo. I feel like I'm losing my best friend," I saw tears streaming down her face, "and then you kissed me the other night and I didn't know what to think. What's going on here, Gordo?"
Wow. Now I feel awful. Maybe I should tell her. She is Gordo's best friend and I think Gordo would understand if I told Lizzie. I sighed, "Lizzie, can you keep a secret?" I asked. Maybe it would be better if Gordo didn't find out about this.
Lizzie wiped her tears from her face and nodded, "Gordo, I'm your best friend. Of course I can keep a secret." She put her hand on top of mine, which made me feel even more nervous. Telling her is something I should do, right? She could help.
"Lizzie," I said, with my best serious facial expression. I hope those acting classes worked, "I'm not really Gordo. I'm Ethan Craft stuck in Gordo's body."
Lizzie looked at me strangely. It was stranger than she ever had before and then it happened. She burst out laughing. "Gordo," she said, between breaths, "okay, first of all, that makes no sense and second of all, since when are you trying to get a role in the Days of Our Lives? This is not a laughing matter. I was really worried about you. What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?" Lizzie said, hitting me and showing a facial expression that was mixed with laughter, puzzlement, and anger, "I'll tell you what," she said, getting up, "talk to me when you've pulled yourself together and are ready to be mature again."
Uh-oh. She started walking off. I panicked, "Lizzie, wait!" I called, running to her. Maybe the serious face was what blew it, "I really can explain." I grabbed her arm.
She shook me off and looked into my eyes, "Seriously?" she asked.
I nodded my head and put up two fingers, "Scouts honor."
She looked at my hand and rolled her eyes, "You were never a scout, Gordo and besides, it's three fingers."
"Oh," was all I could say, putting my hand down. I looked at her and she still didn't look amused. This was going to be harder than I thought, "Lizzie, you have to listen to me. You're not the only one who is confused."
She crossed her arms. Um, at least she was sticking around. "Want to sit back down?" I asked.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and walked past me to the bench. I followed her and we sat back down. She still had her arm crossed and I was pretty sure there were tears in her eyes. "Lizzie?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Lizzie, I," I started, but then it dawned on me. Even I wasn't sure I'd believe what I was about to tell her. Let's see, how did Gordo explain how this happened, "Remember how Gord-I mean I was at your house on Friday night?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah."
"Remember how your grandmother came over and did something involving wishes and smoke?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "She said that yours was the only one that would come true."
I nodded my head, "Yeah, and I know it's weird, but it did come true."
Lizzie looked at me skeptically and shook her head as she smiled, "No, no, that's impossible," she said. She didn't get up though.
I nodded my head, "That's what I thought, until I woke up the next morning in Gordo's bed."
Lizzie looked at me, looked at the ground and looked back at me, as if she was deciding whether or not she believed me, "Wait a minute," she said, "are you trying to say that you are not really Gordo?"
I nodded my head.
"And that your…Ethan?"
I nodded my head again. Man, this woman definitely is giving my head a work out.
"But…why?" she asked, as if she were disgusted.
"I don't know," was all I could offer. Why was I in this predicament again?
"What did you wish for?"
I shrugged, "I have no idea what Gordo wished for. Whatever it is, I think its supposed to last only…"
"Seven days," she completed, then she looked at me again, "Ethan?"
"Hmm?" I asked, glad to be called my own name.
"Wow," she said, uncrossing her arms and leaning against the back of the bench, "As crazy as this is, it makes a lot of sense now that I think of it."
"Great!" I said, "Now, we can go over to my house and tell Gordo that you know about all of this!"
But Lizzie shook her head, "No."
"No?"
"Yeah, no," she said, and she looked at me and grinned, "I think this would be a lot better if we didn't tell Gordo for now."
Why is that not a good idea? "But you two are best friends! Don't you tell each other, like, everything?"
Lizzie laughed and looked at me and shook her head, "He wasn't planning on telling me, was he?"
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~Lizzie~
I don't know why and I can't really explain it, but for some reason, I believe its Ethan that I'm talking to. It doesn't make a lot of sense scientifically, but as far as behavior, well, let's see, Gordo and Ethan both came over to my house on Saturday and they both acted strangely, then "Gordo" kissed me, which I guess was Ethan's mistake, and now, this is all coming together. But what does this have anything to do with Gordo's wish? What did he wish for anyway? Did he wish he could be Ethan or something?
"I don't know," Ethan said.
I sighed. I wanted an explanation and I got one. But something about this wasn't right. "Ethan?" I asked, trying to look at him, but it was weird calling Gordo's face Ethan, "Do you have any idea at all what Gordo wished for or why he wished for what he did?"
He shrugged, "I think he wished he could be me for some reason."
"Do you have any idea of what that reason is?"
He shrugged yet again. This theory of them switching places was coming more and more together by the minute, wasn't it? He leaned in a little closer, "Between you and me," he said, looking around I guess to see if anyone was listening, "I think Gordo likes you."
"Uh, yeah," I said, "we're friends. What's the matter with liking friends?"
"No," he shook his head, "I mean, I think he LIKE likes you. You know, he wants to be your boo type thing."
Okay, I never want to hear "boo" come out of Gordo's mouth again, because, well, it just isn't right, but putting that into context, what the heck is going on? "So that's why he's you?" I raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, "That's what I'm thinking. I actually thought you two were a thing yesterday and that's why I kissed you."
So, that answers my next question. I relaxed again and thought about everything. This was crazy and it still made no sense, but DID Gordo actually like me? I smiled. He sure does go through some strange things to try and send me the message.
"Um, I can find out more about it later and I'm not positive that what I said is the reason, but I do think that he does like you."
I nodded my head and stood up. I really need to think about all of this, and I needed to think about this alone. "Well, Ethan, thanks. You helped me a lot," I grinned.
"You're welcome. I'll call you or IM you if I find something else out."
"Okay," I said, smiling, "Just remember not to tell Gordo about any of this." Even if it's a lie and I really was talking to Gordo, at least maybe he'd get the message that I was also interested in him.
And maybe I could have a little fun of my own with this.
I smiled as I walked all the way home. This was going to be a pretty interesting week, after all.
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