I do not own Lizzie McGuire (I am working on owning Hilary though)
Chapter 3: In Gordo's room
Gordo sat in his room alone. His roommate, Ethan, was gone somewhere. Gordo didn't know where and he had too many other things on his mind to care at the moment. Most of the time he was indifferent to Ethan's presence, but at the present time he was thankful to be alone. The last few hours in the peace and quiet had done him a great deal of good. Although he still did not understand why everything had happened, he had been able to sort through the events of the day and understand what had happened to him during this very eventful day. He found himself at this moment in time writing, a practice he had grown accustomed to and one he had found himself doing frequently in recent months, as writing helped him clear his head and understand confusing subjects. He had found this to be most helpful with the subject that confused him the most, Lizzie.
What Gordo had written so far did not make much sense as of yet as was the norm for things Gordo wrote. Generally, when he would get confused he would start writing down random thoughts that were running through his head until he felt he had expressed all of his current problems. He would then refine his thoughts in a way that made sense to him, sometimes as questions, sometimes as poetic statements, sometimes as letters he had no intentions of sending. Gordo was a naturally creative and poetic soul and as such many of his writings were quite good and thought provoking. For whatever reason he had chosen to let a select few people read some of the things he had written. They had all agreed that Gordo was very good at it, but he would simple smile and say that he had a good subject to write about without ever actually saying who that subject was. Only one person actually knew for sure who Gordo's writings were about.
Gordo was interrupted by a knock on his hotel room's door.
"Coming," Gordo answered clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
Why can't you people just leave me alone Gordo thought as he opened the door to find Miranda standing on the other side of the door.
"Oh hey," Gordo stated upon seeing his friend standing before him at this point relieved that it wasn't Lizzie or any other member of the McGuire family for that matter standing there.
"Can I come in?" Miranda asked glad to see her very good friend in a noticeably better mood.
"Sure" Gordo replied as he moved out of the door way to allow her into his room. Upon Miranda entering the room Gordo shut the door behind them. She sat on Gordo's bed and picked up the piece of paper Gordo had been writing on.
"Been writing again I see," Miranda told her friend in a tone that suggested to Gordo that she knew that Gordo had been writing before she even got to his room.
"Yeah," Gordo replied in a tone that acknowledged that Miranda did in fact know him very very well.
"Your usual subject? She asked while smiling to let Gordo know that she knew exactly who his random thoughts on paper were about.
"No actually it's a love letter to you," Gordo answered in a good natured sarcastic tone.
They then exchanged knowing smiles with each other as they both realized they had a lot to talk about.
Chapter 3: In Gordo's room
Gordo sat in his room alone. His roommate, Ethan, was gone somewhere. Gordo didn't know where and he had too many other things on his mind to care at the moment. Most of the time he was indifferent to Ethan's presence, but at the present time he was thankful to be alone. The last few hours in the peace and quiet had done him a great deal of good. Although he still did not understand why everything had happened, he had been able to sort through the events of the day and understand what had happened to him during this very eventful day. He found himself at this moment in time writing, a practice he had grown accustomed to and one he had found himself doing frequently in recent months, as writing helped him clear his head and understand confusing subjects. He had found this to be most helpful with the subject that confused him the most, Lizzie.
What Gordo had written so far did not make much sense as of yet as was the norm for things Gordo wrote. Generally, when he would get confused he would start writing down random thoughts that were running through his head until he felt he had expressed all of his current problems. He would then refine his thoughts in a way that made sense to him, sometimes as questions, sometimes as poetic statements, sometimes as letters he had no intentions of sending. Gordo was a naturally creative and poetic soul and as such many of his writings were quite good and thought provoking. For whatever reason he had chosen to let a select few people read some of the things he had written. They had all agreed that Gordo was very good at it, but he would simple smile and say that he had a good subject to write about without ever actually saying who that subject was. Only one person actually knew for sure who Gordo's writings were about.
Gordo was interrupted by a knock on his hotel room's door.
"Coming," Gordo answered clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
Why can't you people just leave me alone Gordo thought as he opened the door to find Miranda standing on the other side of the door.
"Oh hey," Gordo stated upon seeing his friend standing before him at this point relieved that it wasn't Lizzie or any other member of the McGuire family for that matter standing there.
"Can I come in?" Miranda asked glad to see her very good friend in a noticeably better mood.
"Sure" Gordo replied as he moved out of the door way to allow her into his room. Upon Miranda entering the room Gordo shut the door behind them. She sat on Gordo's bed and picked up the piece of paper Gordo had been writing on.
"Been writing again I see," Miranda told her friend in a tone that suggested to Gordo that she knew that Gordo had been writing before she even got to his room.
"Yeah," Gordo replied in a tone that acknowledged that Miranda did in fact know him very very well.
"Your usual subject? She asked while smiling to let Gordo know that she knew exactly who his random thoughts on paper were about.
"No actually it's a love letter to you," Gordo answered in a good natured sarcastic tone.
They then exchanged knowing smiles with each other as they both realized they had a lot to talk about.