Calling You
Summary: Lizzie and Gordo. Hildridge's sweetest couple; always together. It's their senior year of high school and graduation is around the corner. Gordo has a surprise that will change Lizzie's life forever . . . if this story doesn't make you cry . . . I haven't done my job.
Chapter 1- Midnight Rendezvous.
Hand in hand they walked silently in the surf down the coastline. The sun was just rising in the east, their cue that they'd soon have to leave this bliss. They silently agreed to ignore the cue and continue walking. The sun slipped up from underneath the ocean on the horizon just as they sat down in the cool sand wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, he spoke, but almost so soft . . . she could barely hear him.
"Lizzie." He nuzzled his face into her golden blonde hair.
"Hmm." She replied.
"I have to tell you something." Gordo pulled away and craned his neck to look into her diamond blue eyes. Lizzie reached awkwardly to ruffle her fingers through his dark curls.
"What?"
"It's important. It's going to change our lives, Lizzie . . . The lives I'd hoped we'd share since before I could remember." Gordo felt her stiffen in his arms. She swirled around in the sand to face him . . . neither their hands nor their eyes ever unlocking.
"Oh my God. He's going to propose. What am I going to say?!? Yes! Of course! Say yes! Oh God. Please let that word come out . . .Please don't let me freeze." Lizzie's mind wheeled, but she held her composure by holding a smile on her face the whole time. "Go on" She prompted him.
"Okay . . ." Gordo took a deep breath and his brain almost exploded with words. He'd practiced this thousand's of times but that was shot to hell now. "Lizzie, I . . ."
"Spit it out Gordo! I've known you all my life and you have never been at a loss for words." Lizzie's breath caught in her throat. She felt him tremble. This was almost too much to handle. All of a sudden a beam of light swept down onto the dark beach from the top of the sand dunes.
"Hey! This beach doesn't open until 8:00!" A police officer screamed. He shown his flashlight across the beach looking for others. Realizing it was just the two of them, he swept back to where Lizzie and Gordo had now scrambled to their feet. "You two need to get home . . . You've broken curfew!" The officer attempted to tread slowly down the sand dunes while the couple took off in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, in order to get to their cars, they'd have to go back past where the officer was now.
"Lizzie. Come here." Gordo pulled her behind a sand dune abruptly. She giggled as his hand covered her mouth quickly.
"What did you want to tell me Gordo?" Lizzie whispered. She was not an inch from his face. If he were going to propose, she couldn't think of a more romantic opportunity. Gordo looked at the ground.
"I'll tell you later." Gordo stuck his head out from behind the dune as if to avoid Lizzie's confused gaze. "He's gone." He crawled out first and then helped Lizzie up. "We better be getting home." They walked silently back to their cars side by side. When they arrived at their cars, they found a $90 curfew ticket and a $120 trespassing ticket on each windshield.
"How am I ever going to get the money to pay for that?" Lizzie groaned and reluctantly unlocked her car. Gordo leaned over her between the open door and the car.
"Call me tomorrow." Gordo made her promise.
"It is tomorrow." She smiled.
"Call me later then." Gordo kissed her softly. Lizzie pulled back and then he shut the door. She drove off and Gordo walked slowly back to his pickup. "Man Gordo, you are dumb. You should have told her." He sighed and started the short drive home.