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Chapter 3: Life Imitates Art
Lizzie's POV
I was glad that the flight attendant had come - hey, I was hungry! - but I still wanted Gordo to take the dare. It wasn't just any old dare; this could be the moment of revelation, the moment of truth...
The moment I found out how Gordo really feels about me.
I waited for a few seconds after the stewardess left to mention the dare again. "Um, Gordo?" I asked. "About that dare..."
"Lizzie, I don't know," he replied slowly. "You're kind of asking a lot. Maybe... ummm... I think I'll pass."
For some reason, I decided not to fight him on this. Maybe I didn't need to see who he liked because I already knew the answer.
Maybe it was me.
I shook the thought out of my head. "OK, well, I guess we can stop playing then. The movie's starting, anyways."
Glad for a distraction, I looked up at the TV screen. The movie looked pretty unfamiliar, but I was sure it would be cool. I was totally optimistic about every aspect of this trip; somehow, I just knew that this was going to be the time of my life.
The opening credits of the movie rolled on and on, and not one of the actors was someone I'd heard of. "Gordo, do you know what this is?"
"Well, I'm guessing it's a movie," he answered .
I couldn't tell whether he was serious or not. "Well, yeah, but what movie is it, exactly?"
"You've got me. Hey look, the title."
I glanced up at the screen. "'To the City, A Tale of Two Best Friends'" I said aloud. "Wow, is this ever gonna be lame!"
"Hey, give it a chance!" said Gordo. "It might not be so bad."
"Whatever" I replied unenthusiastically. How was I supposed to get excited about something so stupid?
But as we watched the movie it kind of got interesting - like something we could relate too.
Maybe a little bit *too* much like something we could relate to.
*THE MOVIE*
"Shannon, we're going to be late! Hurry up!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
"If we miss our train, I'll never forgive you."
"Dave, you are *such* a drama queen!"
"Hey! This is a guy you're talking to, here!"
Shannon flashed a devilish grin at Dave. She couldn't believe that she was going on this trip to New York City with her best friend - well, her best guy friend, anyway. Marissa, her best gal pal, was going to be stuck sitting around their small town of Calais, Maine all summer while her friends went on their tours of New York University and Columbia University. Marissa's parents never let her go anywhere.
Dave's heart skipped a beat when he saw Shannon smile. Little did she know that Dave had been in love with her for a long, long time. But he could never tell her - she thought of him as a friend, and nothing more.
"Yeah, well... we'd better get moving."
"C'mon, Dave, you're such a spoil-sport! I do have to finish packing, here! What will I do if I'm cruising through Manhattan and realize that I have no toothbrush?"
"Uh, buy another one?"
"You're such a dweeb!" Shannon said jokingly, giggling.
Dave couldn't help but grin. What else could he do around such a beautiful girl?
***
Gordo's POV
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, there were a whole ton of coincidences between Lizzie's and my life and the lives of the movie characters:
a) The best friends in the movie, one guy and one girl, were going on a big trip together, just like Lizzie and I were.
b) Shannon and Dave were leaving behind their friend Marissa, just like Lizzie and I were going to Rome without Miranda.
c) The guy friend's name was Dave, a nickname for David. Gordo is just a nickname derived from my last name, Gordon, while my *real* name is David, too.
d) And in the movie, Dave is in love with Shannon - just like *I'm* in love with Lizzie.
I could tell that Lizzie was freakeout by all of these peculiar coincidences, too.
"I'll be right back," Lizzie said suddenly, and she ran out of her seat and towards the bathroom.
'Maybe she's feeling airsick,' I reasoned.
But I knew better.
She must have been freaked out.
Right?
Lizzie's POV
Maybe it was stupid for me to just run out like that, but I felt like I just had to get away from there. I couldn't stand it a minute longer.
I guess the movie really scared me. But why shouldn't have? It seemed a heck of a lot like real life; like *my* life. What with the friends going on the trip, and the fact that the guy was called Dave, and their girl friend back home, they seemed so much like me and Gordo!
But the scariest part of all was the fact that Dave was in love with Shannon, while there was a high chance that Gordo felt exactly the same way about me.
The question was... did I like him back?
This was altogether too much for me. I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. I needed a moment to collect myself. Then I turned on the tap and splashed some cold water onto my face.
'Maybe coming on this trip wasn't such a good idea,' I thought. 'What if Gordo actually *is* in love with me, and he gets upset when I don't feel the same way?
'Or... do I feel the same way? Is it possible that I might actually... LIKE Gordo?'
Quickly, I dried off my face and unlocked the bathroom door. I slowly walked back to my seat, sat down and glanced over at Gordo.
"Feeling OK?" he asked me.
"Yeah. Fine," I said. I settled into my seat and put my headphones back on, while gathering the courage to look up at the TV monitor.
This was *so* weird.
Chapter 3: Life Imitates Art
Lizzie's POV
I was glad that the flight attendant had come - hey, I was hungry! - but I still wanted Gordo to take the dare. It wasn't just any old dare; this could be the moment of revelation, the moment of truth...
The moment I found out how Gordo really feels about me.
I waited for a few seconds after the stewardess left to mention the dare again. "Um, Gordo?" I asked. "About that dare..."
"Lizzie, I don't know," he replied slowly. "You're kind of asking a lot. Maybe... ummm... I think I'll pass."
For some reason, I decided not to fight him on this. Maybe I didn't need to see who he liked because I already knew the answer.
Maybe it was me.
I shook the thought out of my head. "OK, well, I guess we can stop playing then. The movie's starting, anyways."
Glad for a distraction, I looked up at the TV screen. The movie looked pretty unfamiliar, but I was sure it would be cool. I was totally optimistic about every aspect of this trip; somehow, I just knew that this was going to be the time of my life.
The opening credits of the movie rolled on and on, and not one of the actors was someone I'd heard of. "Gordo, do you know what this is?"
"Well, I'm guessing it's a movie," he answered .
I couldn't tell whether he was serious or not. "Well, yeah, but what movie is it, exactly?"
"You've got me. Hey look, the title."
I glanced up at the screen. "'To the City, A Tale of Two Best Friends'" I said aloud. "Wow, is this ever gonna be lame!"
"Hey, give it a chance!" said Gordo. "It might not be so bad."
"Whatever" I replied unenthusiastically. How was I supposed to get excited about something so stupid?
But as we watched the movie it kind of got interesting - like something we could relate too.
Maybe a little bit *too* much like something we could relate to.
*THE MOVIE*
"Shannon, we're going to be late! Hurry up!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
"If we miss our train, I'll never forgive you."
"Dave, you are *such* a drama queen!"
"Hey! This is a guy you're talking to, here!"
Shannon flashed a devilish grin at Dave. She couldn't believe that she was going on this trip to New York City with her best friend - well, her best guy friend, anyway. Marissa, her best gal pal, was going to be stuck sitting around their small town of Calais, Maine all summer while her friends went on their tours of New York University and Columbia University. Marissa's parents never let her go anywhere.
Dave's heart skipped a beat when he saw Shannon smile. Little did she know that Dave had been in love with her for a long, long time. But he could never tell her - she thought of him as a friend, and nothing more.
"Yeah, well... we'd better get moving."
"C'mon, Dave, you're such a spoil-sport! I do have to finish packing, here! What will I do if I'm cruising through Manhattan and realize that I have no toothbrush?"
"Uh, buy another one?"
"You're such a dweeb!" Shannon said jokingly, giggling.
Dave couldn't help but grin. What else could he do around such a beautiful girl?
***
Gordo's POV
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, there were a whole ton of coincidences between Lizzie's and my life and the lives of the movie characters:
a) The best friends in the movie, one guy and one girl, were going on a big trip together, just like Lizzie and I were.
b) Shannon and Dave were leaving behind their friend Marissa, just like Lizzie and I were going to Rome without Miranda.
c) The guy friend's name was Dave, a nickname for David. Gordo is just a nickname derived from my last name, Gordon, while my *real* name is David, too.
d) And in the movie, Dave is in love with Shannon - just like *I'm* in love with Lizzie.
I could tell that Lizzie was freakeout by all of these peculiar coincidences, too.
"I'll be right back," Lizzie said suddenly, and she ran out of her seat and towards the bathroom.
'Maybe she's feeling airsick,' I reasoned.
But I knew better.
She must have been freaked out.
Right?
Lizzie's POV
Maybe it was stupid for me to just run out like that, but I felt like I just had to get away from there. I couldn't stand it a minute longer.
I guess the movie really scared me. But why shouldn't have? It seemed a heck of a lot like real life; like *my* life. What with the friends going on the trip, and the fact that the guy was called Dave, and their girl friend back home, they seemed so much like me and Gordo!
But the scariest part of all was the fact that Dave was in love with Shannon, while there was a high chance that Gordo felt exactly the same way about me.
The question was... did I like him back?
This was altogether too much for me. I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. I needed a moment to collect myself. Then I turned on the tap and splashed some cold water onto my face.
'Maybe coming on this trip wasn't such a good idea,' I thought. 'What if Gordo actually *is* in love with me, and he gets upset when I don't feel the same way?
'Or... do I feel the same way? Is it possible that I might actually... LIKE Gordo?'
Quickly, I dried off my face and unlocked the bathroom door. I slowly walked back to my seat, sat down and glanced over at Gordo.
"Feeling OK?" he asked me.
"Yeah. Fine," I said. I settled into my seat and put my headphones back on, while gathering the courage to look up at the TV monitor.
This was *so* weird.