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The next morning, Gordo woke up, and got dressed.
'That was very weird last night...' he thought to himself. 'Oh-oh! What if she really DOESN'T like me? What will Lizzie say? Who am I kidding? I already know Lizzie doesn't like me!'
(A/N: Well that's about the ONLY time in Gordos whole life that he is wrong.)
Gordo looked in the mirror. He looked at his curly, messed up hair, and ran a finger through it. He sighed, knowing Lizzie would never be running her fingers through it.
"Why bother beating yourself up about it Gordo?" he said to himself.
He needed to think of a way to tell Lizzie he liked her, without actually telling her. But how? And he would need advice. Well, that was obvious. His parents WERE psychiatrists. He sighed once again, knowing he would need to seek advice from them.
Gordo crept downstairs, and sat on the couch, next to his father who was reading the paper.
"Good morning son." Howard Gordon said.
"Morning Dad." Said Gordo. He took a deep breath. "Look, I'm just gonna cut right to the chase here."
"What is it David?" asked Roberta who sat down next to her husband.
"Well, I really like someone." Gordo started. He noticed a look of confusion on their faces. "A girl." He added.
"Oh." Roberta nodded. "Well, Howard, I'm going to leave this one to you!" she said as she patted her husbands leg. She got up, and winked at Gordo as she left.
"Let me finish the sports section first."
"Okay, forget it then. But I hope you know, this will be almost the only time in my life I'll ever ask you for advice." Warned Gordo as he sat up.
"No, no!" Howard protested. "What is it?"
"Well, I really like this girl." Gordo began. "And I know her really well."
Howard now made eye contact, like a good psychiatrist, however, it made Gordo extremely uncomfterable, and embarrassed.
"Go on." Howard urged his son on.
"And she's really pretty. But I know she doesn't like me the same way."
"Did you ask her if she felt the same way?"
"No." Gordo confessed.
"Then how do you know she doesn't like you the same way?"
"I don't. But still..."
"How long have you known this Girl?" asked Gordo's dad.
Gordo could see that sooner or later, preferably later, he would have to tell his dad it was Lizzie.
"A really, really long time." Gordo said.
"I see. Does she have a name?"
"Uh... umm... well..." Gordo stuttered.
"Right." Said Howard giving his son a funny look.
"Well a good name for her could be angel." Gordo said sheepishly.
"What is the FIRST letter in her name?" Howard persisted.
"Uh... E. or L, depending on what you call her." Gordo realized he had given away who this 'mystery woman' was. "Did I just say that out loud?" Gordo gasped.
"Yes David, you did. Is she Lizzie?" Howard asked very seriously.
"No! Of course not! Dad, she's my BEST FRIEND!" Gordo protested.
"Son." Howard said firmer this time. He looked at Gordo straight in the eye, and raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, fine. Its Lizzie." Said Gordo turning crimson red.
"Look, I know this is hard for you but-"Howard started.
"She's my best friend dad. I can't feel this way about her. Its too weird." Gordo told his dad.
"You need to tell her. Your mother and I were really good friends before we got married." Howard informed his son.
"That's great dad, but how?"
"She does run that column in the school newspaper... oh, what's it called? The advice column?"
"Dad. That's why I came to you. For advice."
"Think about it son." Gordos dad walked into the kitchen.
"Maybe I'll go for a second opinion? Let's say, from Lizzie?" Gordo whispered to himself. He had the perfect plan.
A/N: Well, I know it was long, and was just about Gordo, but this was a vital "scene" I needed to put. Let me know what you thought! I even accept criticism. Just keep reviews G rated! Thanks!
The next morning, Gordo woke up, and got dressed.
'That was very weird last night...' he thought to himself. 'Oh-oh! What if she really DOESN'T like me? What will Lizzie say? Who am I kidding? I already know Lizzie doesn't like me!'
(A/N: Well that's about the ONLY time in Gordos whole life that he is wrong.)
Gordo looked in the mirror. He looked at his curly, messed up hair, and ran a finger through it. He sighed, knowing Lizzie would never be running her fingers through it.
"Why bother beating yourself up about it Gordo?" he said to himself.
He needed to think of a way to tell Lizzie he liked her, without actually telling her. But how? And he would need advice. Well, that was obvious. His parents WERE psychiatrists. He sighed once again, knowing he would need to seek advice from them.
Gordo crept downstairs, and sat on the couch, next to his father who was reading the paper.
"Good morning son." Howard Gordon said.
"Morning Dad." Said Gordo. He took a deep breath. "Look, I'm just gonna cut right to the chase here."
"What is it David?" asked Roberta who sat down next to her husband.
"Well, I really like someone." Gordo started. He noticed a look of confusion on their faces. "A girl." He added.
"Oh." Roberta nodded. "Well, Howard, I'm going to leave this one to you!" she said as she patted her husbands leg. She got up, and winked at Gordo as she left.
"Let me finish the sports section first."
"Okay, forget it then. But I hope you know, this will be almost the only time in my life I'll ever ask you for advice." Warned Gordo as he sat up.
"No, no!" Howard protested. "What is it?"
"Well, I really like this girl." Gordo began. "And I know her really well."
Howard now made eye contact, like a good psychiatrist, however, it made Gordo extremely uncomfterable, and embarrassed.
"Go on." Howard urged his son on.
"And she's really pretty. But I know she doesn't like me the same way."
"Did you ask her if she felt the same way?"
"No." Gordo confessed.
"Then how do you know she doesn't like you the same way?"
"I don't. But still..."
"How long have you known this Girl?" asked Gordo's dad.
Gordo could see that sooner or later, preferably later, he would have to tell his dad it was Lizzie.
"A really, really long time." Gordo said.
"I see. Does she have a name?"
"Uh... umm... well..." Gordo stuttered.
"Right." Said Howard giving his son a funny look.
"Well a good name for her could be angel." Gordo said sheepishly.
"What is the FIRST letter in her name?" Howard persisted.
"Uh... E. or L, depending on what you call her." Gordo realized he had given away who this 'mystery woman' was. "Did I just say that out loud?" Gordo gasped.
"Yes David, you did. Is she Lizzie?" Howard asked very seriously.
"No! Of course not! Dad, she's my BEST FRIEND!" Gordo protested.
"Son." Howard said firmer this time. He looked at Gordo straight in the eye, and raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, fine. Its Lizzie." Said Gordo turning crimson red.
"Look, I know this is hard for you but-"Howard started.
"She's my best friend dad. I can't feel this way about her. Its too weird." Gordo told his dad.
"You need to tell her. Your mother and I were really good friends before we got married." Howard informed his son.
"That's great dad, but how?"
"She does run that column in the school newspaper... oh, what's it called? The advice column?"
"Dad. That's why I came to you. For advice."
"Think about it son." Gordos dad walked into the kitchen.
"Maybe I'll go for a second opinion? Let's say, from Lizzie?" Gordo whispered to himself. He had the perfect plan.
A/N: Well, I know it was long, and was just about Gordo, but this was a vital "scene" I needed to put. Let me know what you thought! I even accept criticism. Just keep reviews G rated! Thanks!
