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Chapter Ten
Normality
Lizzie bit her lip as she thought about what to tell her parents. Should she lie and pretend that she and Gordo were madly in love with each other or tell them the truth and hope that they would be okay with it? She didn't like lying, but she wasn't too proud of the truth, either. "Maybe," she said, trying to think this through, "maybe we should tell them we are engaged and start planning a real wedding," but then after hearing it she said, "No, that's just a little too Seventh Heaven for me."
"Yeah, possibly," Gordo said, also trying to imagine his parents response. He wasn't afraid that they would disapprove of Lizzie, as much as they would probably approve a little too much of the nuptials, which would just be awkward and potentially embarrassing.
Lizzie sighed, "I am never drinking EVER again. This is just too stressful of an outcome."
Gordo nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah, this is a little too much."
"Okay, how does this sound," Lizzie said as she thought of something to say, "We tell them the version of the truth that they want to hear."
Gordo raised his eyebrow, "How does that work?"
"Okay," Lizzie said, "Say...we invite all of our parents to dinner."
"...Okay..."
"And then we say something like, 'Mom, dad, we have something to tell you that we think you ought to know. Things have changed quite a bit since we moved in together. The other day, when we were in Vegas, we decided that since we were there, we should take advantage of this time and we go married.'"
Gordo thought about what Lizzie just said, "Yeah, but don't you think that sounds a little too dramatic?"
"Do you have any better ideas?"
"Well...no, but that makes it sound so glorified or something."
"Well, it's the truth. We can tell Miranda the entire truth, but this is our parents we are dealing with. You are your parents' only son and I am my parents' only daughter. Our parents have dreamt what our wedding would be like since the day we were born. They'll already be disappointed that they weren't there for it all. The last thing they need to know was that it was all a drunken mistake."
Gordo shrugged, "Whatever. If you say so."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Gordo, we have to make it sound like we are really in love with our parents. Who knows? Maybe they will offer to pay for a real wedding."
"Lizzie...I'm not sure how much more 'real' this marriage could be."
Lizzie shook her head, "No, I mean one that would cover up the original one. I hate Las Vegas weddings. I don't want to be a hypocrite when it comes to my work."
Gordo shrugged. He didn't feel like having another useless argument, "Okay, whatever. I just don't want to spend a lot of money on a wedding that's not really supposed to happen. I mean, assuming things don't work out, getting a divorce is really expensive."
"Gordo, we got married two days ago. I mean, I know we'll probably get a divorce eventually, but why worry about that now when there are so many other things to worry about...like how we tell our parents, friends, and coworkers."
Gordo sighed. He'd already had enough of this marriage stuff for one day, and he didn't mean what he said to come out like that. It was the first thing he could think about for defense.
"Okay, well, why don't we invite our parents to dinner tomorrow night and then we can tell them," Lizzie said, making this sound like some project.
"Okay, fine," Gordo said, "And we'll tell them like you suggested...not giving them every detail."
"And if they ask really weird questions, as I know my parents will do, we'll answer them the best we can. We have to make it sound like we are in love with each other and avoid the entire truth."
"Sounds good to me," Gordo said, standing up and heading towards his room, "Are we finished here or do we need to talk about anything else?"
"Well...no," Lizzie said, "I guess we don't have anything else to talk about."
"Okay, well I'm going to take a nap," Gordo said as he yawned, "I'll see you later."
"See you," Lizzie said. Lizzie stayed where she was. She felt like doing something, but didn't know what to do. She knew she had to go back to Miranda's place to pick up some things, but she didn't feel like getting up. She wanted to call her parents so they could go ahead and set up a dinner before she changed her mind. She lived about an hour away from her parents these days. Her parents moved into a smaller house after Matt graduated from high school. So did the Gordon's. Lizzie, however, moved closer to the city for her work. It happened to work out that so did Miranda and eventually Gordo.
A few minutes later, Lizzie finally stood up and went to her room. It was so awkward, knowing that she was actually married. It was awkward because she'd stopped imagining what it would be like to be married years earlier and now that she was married, she didn't really feel any different.
"So," Lizzie said to herself as she plopped down on her bed, "This is my life. I am Lizzie Gordon...not to be mistaken with Lizzie Borden. My name is Mrs. David Gordon. My full name is Elizabeth McGuire Gordon. My monogram is EMG. My...husband's name is David Gordon. We are the Gordon's. Lizzie and Gor...David Gordon..."
Lizzie was playing around with her new name as she lay on the bed and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. Maybe she was tired after all. The next thing she knew she she felt some light shaking and a voice say, "Lizzie, its almost eight o'clock," in a light whisper. It was Gordo, of course.
Slowly, Lizzie opened her eyes and saw that Gordo was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at her and waiting for her. She yawned, trying to figure out what was going on, "Yeah, so?" She slowly sat up.
"I was thinking we could go get some dinner or something. I don't know about you, but I am really hungry. I haven't eaten a full meal since, well, the night we got married."
"Gordo, that was two nights ago. Are you trying to tell me that you haven't eaten a real meal in two days?"
Gordo looked around. What was he supposed to say? "Well, yeah," he finally said, "I figured since you didn't really want us to be married I would starve myself and die for you and..."
Gordo was interrupted by Lizzie hitting him with a pillow. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go blame it on me, poor Lizzie McGuire...Excuse me... Lizzie 'Gordon'."
Gordo laughed. At least now they were beginning to see the humor of all of this, "Hey. That is a good name. You should be honored to be considered part of the 'Gordon' clan."
"Yeah, well," Lizzie said, hitting him with a pillow again, "You should be so lucky to now have a brother-in-law such as Matt."
"Ugh," Gordo said, making a face, "What a horrible thought."
Lizzie hit him again, "Hey! That's my brother you are talking about!"
Gordo shielded himself and stood up from the edge of the bed, in case Lizzie was going to hit him again, "Hey! Will you stop it with the violence, already? You don't see me reaching for a pillow!" He slowly sat back down on the edge.
Lizzie giggled, "Sorry, Gordo. I'll call a truce."
"Thanks. Now, do you want to go out for dinner, order in, or see what we have?"
"Let's stay in," Lizzie said, "I mean, I'm already practically ready for bed and I don't really feel like getting dressed and going out."
"Okay. I think we might have a pizza in the Freezer."
"Okay," Lizzie said.
Gordo stayed there for a minute, trying to figure out if this was real. Right now, it seemed as if things were going to be okay between them, after all. Gordo stood up slowly, "Well, I guess I'll go preheat the oven."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, okay. I'll see you there in a minute."
Gordo disappeared into the kitchen and Lizzie sighed before removing her covers and getting up. She quickly put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt before checking on Gordo, "Need any help?" she asked, as she saw Gordo look at the back of the Frozen pizza box.
Gordo looked up, "Whoa," he said, "were you wearing that a minute ago?"
"Nope," Lizzie said as she lifted herself up to sit on the kitchen counter, "So, about tomorrow," she started, "What are you going to tell the people you work with?"
Gordo laughed to himself, "Are you kidding? I barely know these guys. I haven't even thought about telling them anything."
"So are you going to tell them?"
Gordo shrugged, "Maybe. Are you going to tell the people you work with?"
Lizzie nodded, "Well, I'm going to tell them we are engaged. If worse comes to worse, I can say that it is going to be a private ceremony and take a two week vacation. But, I have to tell them at least that I am involved with someone. That way, when there are parties, you and I can show up and they will know who we are."
"Oh," Gordo nodded.
"But tomorrow, we definitely have to tell our parents the truth. I can't stand feeling like I am keeping some sort of secret."
"Yeah, okay," Gordo said.
Lizzie took an apple that was next to her and took a bite. She didn't mean to start up a conversation about this again, and now that she knew what she wanted to know, she figured she could talk about something else, "So, what do you think Miranda is doing right now?"
"What do you think she's doing?" Gordo asked, raising her eyebrow, "I mean, she is on her honeymoon."
Lizzie shrugged, as she inspected her apple, "Yeah, well, I could say the same about us."
Gordo paused. He wasn't sure about how to respond to that. He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering what she meant by that. "Lizzie..." he finally said.
"Yeah?"
"Never mind," Gordo said, waving it off.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, almost laughing, realizing why he was acting a little strange, "I didn't mean that I wanted to have wild and passionate sex with you for the next two weeks," Lizzie said and Gordo blushed, "All I'm saying is that we got married after them and we aren't doing anything. They might have visited the Eiffel Tower or some museum yesterday. I mean, sure, our situation is different but, like, back when I was getting married to that bastard dentist, Carl, and we were planning our honeymoon in Greece, we planned to get out there and explore where we were."
Gordo shrugged, "Well, I don't know. They are probably sleeping right now, as it is five in the morning in Paris, but all I was saying is that they are only going to have one honeymoon that they have to remember for the rest of their life. They can always go to Paris again."
Lizzie shook her head, but kept her mouth shut. The oven indicated that it was preheated and Gordo reached for the pizza and placed it in the oven and set the timer, "Okay," he said, "Dinner should be ready in about twelve minutes. What do you want to do until then?"
Lizzie shrugged, got down from the counter and threw the remainder of her apple away and washed her hands in the sink and dried them off with her pajama bottoms, "I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't care. Do you want to turn on the TV and see what's on?"
"Okay," Lizzie said, as she led the way to the living room. Both of them sat on the couch and Gordo reached for the remote, turned the TV on and started flipping the channels. Three minutes later, they finally agreed to watching a VH1 special.
When the pizza was ready, they got up, turned the oven off and brought the pizza into the living room. After dinner was over and it was almost nine o'clock, Lizzie asked for the remote, but Gordo wouldn't give it to her.
"Gordo, please!" Lizzie said, "ABC is showing a special on weddings. One of my clients asked me to watch it."
"Then go to your room and watch it."
"I haven't set up my TV yet."
"Then go to my room."
"No, YOU go to your room."
"No, I was here first."
"What do you have to watch, anyway?" Lizzie asked.
Gordo changed the channel to the Science channel, where they were showing the beginning of a documentary that appeared to be about something Lizzie had no interest in, "Gordo, please!" she said, trying to reach for the remote, but he wasn't letting her.
She wasn't being too serious in her attempt and neither was Gordo. Both of them were sort of laughing as Lizzie went as far as to climb on top of Gordo for better reach, "I need to watch this!"
"Does your life depend on it?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Gordo, I will kick you in the balls," she said, giggling, as Gordo inched his way to the end of the couch and Lizzie followed.
"You wouldn't dare!" Gordo stood up and so did Lizzie as Gordo still wouldn't hand Lizzie over the remote. He was having way too much fun with this game that they were playing.
"Gordo!" Lizzie whined, "We're supposed to be friends!"
"So?" Gordo said, "You can go to my room."
Lizzie sighed, "Fine. I'll go to your room."
"You will?" Gordo asked, relaxing his arms by putting them down.
Lizzie put on her sad face and slowly started to nod her head, but reached and successfully grabbed the remote from Gordo instead, "No way. Go to your own room!" Lizzie said as she changed the channel.
"Hey! That wasn't fair!" he said as he tried to reach for the remote. But she stepped onto the couch, so it would be harder for him...except he stepped onto the couch as well. To defend herself, Lizzie fell onto the couch and Gordo fell on top of her.
Both of them out of breath, the paused, "Pretty please?" Lizzie pouted.
Gordo, who was leaning on top of her, looked at her. Yeah, he still had it bad for her. "Fine," he said, as he continued to look at her. At this point, Lizzie was looking back at him and she wondered what was happening.
For a second, Gordo was tempted to try to kiss her, but that was until Lizzie said, "Gordo, get off of me."
Gordo got off of her and they were back to sitting next to each other again, "Whew," Lizzie said, putting her hair behind her ears and trying to make her self comfortable, "for a minute there, I thought we were back in high school."
"Heh," Gordo said, as he looked into the screen. He didn't feel like talking anymore. That was the second time in a week that he thought they shared some type of romantic moment. So far, Lizzie had ruined both of those moments for him.
He still loved her, though.
To Be Continued!
