Chapter Thirty Five
A/N: Hey! Thanks for the reviews! Here's a quick update. I'm so bored but tired so I don't know if this is my best efforts.
To Abuhin: Thanks for the review! I would never, ever make Gordo make up a list like the episode of that horrible show "Friends."
Okay everyone, this chapter is going to be very important one. I haven't written something like this so....it's kind of strange for me writing this. It's nothing huge, I'm just not good with this type of thing.
Chapter Thirty Five
I can tell you one thing
We're not better on our own
I'm tired of running from my feelings
Are you listening?
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening?
-Hanson "Lost Without Each Other"
"Bye, Dad!" Natalie stood up on tiptoe and gave Gordo a quick peck on the cheek. She did the same to Lizzie, then jumped into her friend's van with her belongings, and they were off on their camping trip.
Gordo and Lizzie went back inside and into the kitchen, where they both had a quick breakfast. Just as Lizzie was standing up to take a shower, Gordo stood up and said, "I call the shower first."
Lizzie gaped at him for a second, then raished an eyebrow. "That is so unfair," she protested, "I was just about to go."
"Too bad," Gordo shot back, then smiled. "My house, my rules. And rule number two is that the man of the house, which is me, gets to take the first shower of the day."
Lizzie snorted, then flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever, Gordo," She said, annoyed. She turned around and made her way into the front hall. Gordo ran after her and managed to zip past Lizzie and get to the stairs before her. He stood in front of her, blocking her path.
"Gordo, come on, cut the crap!" Lizzie nearly shouted. She pushed past him and they started racing up the stairs and into the bathroom. Lizzie made it first, but Gordo rushed in after her and pushed her out.
"HEY!" Lizzie shouted, turning around, "No fair, Gordo!" She banged on the closed door.
"Too bad!" said Gordo through the door, "You just can't beat me!" The next thing Lizzie heard was the shower running.
She mumbled a swear word, then sat down on the stairs. She sat there the whole time Gordo was in the washroom. About five minutes later, he came out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Don't tell me you've been sitting there the whole time I was in the shower," he said from behind her.
Lizzie turned around, and her eyes were instantly drawn to Gordo's chest. Holy shit, she thought, He's sure got muscles. Her jaw dropped slightly.
"Wow, Gordo," she blurted out. Gordo raised an eyebrow.
"'Wow' what?" he asked.
Lizzie didn't reply. Instead she sat where she was, staring at Gordo's six pack.
"Lizzie?" Gordo waved his hand in front of her face. Without getting a reply, he sighed then said, "I'm gonna go get dressed. You're free to use the shower."
And with that he went into his room.
Finally, at the end of the day, Lizzie and Gordo collapsed onto the couch and did nothing.
"You sure shop a lot," Gordo commented after a while.
"I'm a woman, Gordo, get used to it," Lizzie replied. She wiped her forehead and pouted her once glossy lips.
Gordo looked over at her. Even though she had a strange expression on her face, he still thought she was pretty. Very pretty.
He lifted his left arm and looked at his watch. It said 7:43PM. He sighed a long, exhausted sigh.
Lizzie stared at Gordo. I don't blame those teenagers, she thought, Gordo is one hella good lookin guy.
At the same time, they sat up, then stared at each other.
The minutes dragged by like hours. At least it seemed that way.
Don't do it, Lizzie told herself, He's married. He doesn't like you like that.
Stop it, Gordo screamed in his head for the millionth time, You're married. You love Brooke...
"Gordo," Lizzie began.
"Lizzie," Gordo started.
The tension between them was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"I want you," they both said at the same time, their eyes locking.
Then their lips crashed together and Brooke, Natalie, and everything else in between vanished from their minds.
Minutes later, Gordo was on top of Lizzie, forgetting completely about a certain brunette who was probably expecting a call from him at that moment. Whatever, Gordo thought, Brooke's just a friend who happens to have my last name.
They were losing themselves in each other.
After what seemed like hours, Lizzie pulled away from Gordo, and stared at him, breathing heavily.
"Gordo," she said in a voice that was a mixture of confusion, disapointment, and God knows what else.
"What?"
"Gordo, we can't do this," Lizzie told him in a breathy voice that made her sound as if she were about to cry. She pushed him off of her and sat up.
Gordo sat beside her, staring at her. "Why not?"
"What do you mean 'why not'!? You're married, for God's sake!" Lizzie nearly yelled. She jumped up and crossed her arms across her chest. Gordo stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Lizzie, I..." he trailed off. I love Lizzie, he thought, But Brooke's my wife. "I love Brooke," he said aloud, as if he were a little child struggling to say his first sentence.
He looked up and saw a shimmer of tears in Lizzie's eyes, but she immediatly blinked away. "You do? You really do?" she asked, nearly whispering.
Well? Gordo asked himself, Do I really love Brooke?
He looked up and studied Lizzie. She was staring at him with a look of hope in her eyes. "No," he finally said truthfully, "I don't."
"Then we can forget about her," Lizzie sniffed, "And have some time to ourselves."
Gordo nodded, then grabbed her hand. They ran upstairs and into the master bedroom.
They closed the door.
It was going to be a long night.