Chapter Nine
A/N: Okay, I feel like writing so much today, so I am working on a songfic at the moment. Anyways, here's chapter nine, I don't like this chapter at all, but I can do whatever I want with the story, cuz it's MINE, so there. Lol. Anyways, after chapter ten, the story's going to start to unravel. I've mixed a bunch of plots together to make something really different, well nto really different, but whatever. Anyways, keep reviewing! Luv ya guys! Mwah!
Chapter Nine
A week later...
"So, David, how was school today?" Gordo's mother, Roberta, asked her son at the dinner table.
"Fine," Gordo said.
"We have some news for you, son," Gordo's father, Howard, began.
"Oh, no, please, I don't need to know," Gordo said as he took a sip of water.
"David, we're going to Massachussets Friday night to look at our new house. We'll be gone until Tuesday," Roberta told him.
"What!?" Gordo shouted.
"David, I'm sorry, but this is the only weekend we have off this month," Howard said.
"That is NOT fair! I have a dance on Saturday!" Gordo protested.
"Then you ill have to cancel your plans," Roberta said.
"Whatever," Gordo grumbled. He stood up and ran up to his room.
"Aw, man," he said to himself, "Might as well dump Lizzie now."
He grabbed his phone and dialed Lizzie's number.
"Hello?" Lizzie answered.
"Hey, it's me," Gordo said.
"Oh, hi," Lizzie said.
"How ya feelin'?"
"Why does everyone ask me that?"
"Because, you're pregnant."
"So? What's that gotta do with anything?"
"I haven't a clue."
"I still haven't found a dress for the dance," Lizzie said.
"....Yeah, that. There's something I gotta tell you."
"What happened?"
"Well, my parents just told me that we're going to Massachussets on Friday. I'll be gone all weekend," Gordo told her.
"Oh..."
"Yeah. They keep doing this," Gordo said quietly.
"Doing what?" Lizzie asked.
"Ruining my life, basically. I mean, they tell me we're moving to another state and they think I'm alright with it. They don't even care about my life in Hillridge," Gordo told her, "It's like they think they can just drop me like a rag doll in any random place, and I won't care."
"That sucks, Gordo....at least I don't have to spend money on a dress..."
"Yeah..."
"Look, Gordo? I gotta go...Gammy McGuire's over and she want to talk to the baby..." Lizzie said.
"What?" Gordo asked.
"I mean, talk to my stomach...but yeah, I gotta go. Bye, Gordo..."
"Bye."
A/N: Okay, I feel like writing so much today, so I am working on a songfic at the moment. Anyways, here's chapter nine, I don't like this chapter at all, but I can do whatever I want with the story, cuz it's MINE, so there. Lol. Anyways, after chapter ten, the story's going to start to unravel. I've mixed a bunch of plots together to make something really different, well nto really different, but whatever. Anyways, keep reviewing! Luv ya guys! Mwah!
Chapter Nine
A week later...
"So, David, how was school today?" Gordo's mother, Roberta, asked her son at the dinner table.
"Fine," Gordo said.
"We have some news for you, son," Gordo's father, Howard, began.
"Oh, no, please, I don't need to know," Gordo said as he took a sip of water.
"David, we're going to Massachussets Friday night to look at our new house. We'll be gone until Tuesday," Roberta told him.
"What!?" Gordo shouted.
"David, I'm sorry, but this is the only weekend we have off this month," Howard said.
"That is NOT fair! I have a dance on Saturday!" Gordo protested.
"Then you ill have to cancel your plans," Roberta said.
"Whatever," Gordo grumbled. He stood up and ran up to his room.
"Aw, man," he said to himself, "Might as well dump Lizzie now."
He grabbed his phone and dialed Lizzie's number.
"Hello?" Lizzie answered.
"Hey, it's me," Gordo said.
"Oh, hi," Lizzie said.
"How ya feelin'?"
"Why does everyone ask me that?"
"Because, you're pregnant."
"So? What's that gotta do with anything?"
"I haven't a clue."
"I still haven't found a dress for the dance," Lizzie said.
"....Yeah, that. There's something I gotta tell you."
"What happened?"
"Well, my parents just told me that we're going to Massachussets on Friday. I'll be gone all weekend," Gordo told her.
"Oh..."
"Yeah. They keep doing this," Gordo said quietly.
"Doing what?" Lizzie asked.
"Ruining my life, basically. I mean, they tell me we're moving to another state and they think I'm alright with it. They don't even care about my life in Hillridge," Gordo told her, "It's like they think they can just drop me like a rag doll in any random place, and I won't care."
"That sucks, Gordo....at least I don't have to spend money on a dress..."
"Yeah..."
"Look, Gordo? I gotta go...Gammy McGuire's over and she want to talk to the baby..." Lizzie said.
"What?" Gordo asked.
"I mean, talk to my stomach...but yeah, I gotta go. Bye, Gordo..."
"Bye."