Blame It On The Door

Chapter Three

"Yeah," she said, sighing.

"Great," Gordo said, "So, how long will they be gone? Fifteen minutes? An hour?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes, annoyed by the current situation, "They are out for the weekend."

Gordo's eyes widened in hearing this, "What? The whole weekend? As in the next two days?"

"Yeah," Lizzie said, "Where is your cell phone?"

Gordo shrugged, "I left it at home."

Now, it was Lizzie's turn to completely freak out. The basement, despite the TV, excellent sound system and mini snack bar lacked the things they needed to get out, mainly a phone and a computer, but also a blow torch.

Lizzie started heading downstairs, mumbling, "This is unbelievable! Unbelievable! What type of person goes somewhere and doesn't bring his cell phone?"

Lizzie looked behind her and saw Gordo was there, "Gee, Lizzie, I didn't know I would be taken for hostage in your basement! Maybe I should have known better!" he said in his own little fury.

"UNBELIEVABLE!" Lizzie practically screamed, covering her face with her hands.

"Wait, are you saying there is no way we can possibly get out of here until what, Sunday?"

Lizzie glared at Gordo. She was mad because all she wanted to do this weekend was complain about Gordo and now she couldn't because he was right there. "Gordo, is there any chance that your parents are in town and will worry about you not showing up for dinner or a place to sleep? Is there any chance that they would stop and think, 'wow, our son isn't home tonight. Maybe we should go over to the McGuire's and see that there are no parked cars there, and decide to break into this house and check the basement'? Because if not, it looks like we are stuck here."

Gordo rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he couldn't stand Lizzie's sarcasm. For instance, times like these, "Well, excuse me but I wasn't the one who closed the door!" Gordo said.

Lizzie made a face, disgusted at the thought of him possibly suggesting that this was her fault, "Neither did I, Gordo! But I wasn't the one who was irresponsible enough to leave my favorite CD at your house and come back a week later to pick it up. Gordo? YOU HAVE COPIES!" Lizzie shouted, furious with this whole thing.

"FYI, Lizzie, I didn't come earlier because you wouldn't let me come see you earlier this week!"

"UGHH!" Lizzie screamed in her anger, "You are such a jerk, Gordo. I don't know why I ever went out with you!"

"Oh yeah?" Gordo practically cried, "I hate to break it to you, Lizzie. But that doesn't get the door open!"

"Oh, right," Lizzie said, "and your excuses do?"

So, the two former best friends were stuck in the basement and all they could do was argue. Shout after shout and bicker after bicker, no one was willing to give up. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Gordo yelled, "STOP IT! I have a headache, okay? I didn't come here to fight, I didn't come here to scream. All I wanted was my CD," Gordo walked over to sit down on one of the chairs.

Lizzie watched and didn't know what to do. Part of her didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being quiet and not complaining, but she had to agree he had a point. She sighed and walked over to sit on the chair next to his, "What are we going to do about this?" she asked out loud.

Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. But whatever it is you plan on doing, it looks like you are stuck here."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, trying very hard not to say anything negative. This was hard and watching Gordo play with the CD but just turning it on the table was not exactly the kind of entertainment she had hoped for. She grabbed the TV remote from the table and turned the TV to MTV, which was showing music videos She started scanning the channels. Looking for something to watch but not watching anything for more than ten seconds. Gordo tried to ignore this. But the sound was killing him. It would go to loud music, news, talk show, cartoon, news, sitcom rerun and it was like a never ending cycle as Lizzie could not decide, out of the nine-hundred channels that her cable company provide, which on to watch. She would just click the remote and wouldn't stop.

Gordo finally decided to say something, "Lizzie, will you please decide on something to watch or nothing at all. My head is killing me."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but obeyed his wishes anyway by settling a soap opera, She had a smug smile on her face as she put the remote back on the table and pulled her shoes off to get more comfortable. Lizzie was very aware of Gordo's weaknesses and knew that one of them was Soap Operas. He hated them.

Surprisingly, though, he said nothing as he briefly looked at the screen before grabbing a book on the shelf. He knew what she was up to here. She was trying to annoy him. She didn't know her purpose of doing this, but she was doing quite well.

Lizzie turned up the volume a little; saying nothing while she pretended to be very in tune with the soap opera while she really had no idea what was going on.

Lizzie watched as Gordo stood up from the chair with the book in his hand to move to the corner of the room. She didn't really know why, but she felt somewhat rejected when he did this. But why did she care so much?

Shortly after that, Lizzie had to go to the bathroom. Luckily, there was a bathroom in the basement on the other side, near the storage area. She turned off the TV, deciding that Gordo would probably turn it off anyway and went to the bathroom.

She went to the bathroom and was washing her hands at the sink. After she was finished with that, she decided to just stay in the bathroom for a while. That way, she would get away from Gordo and she, herself, could try to think of ways of how to get out of this mess.

On the other side, where the basement was, Gordo was reading the book when he was trying to ignore the fact that Lizzie had been in the bathroom for a long time. He figured she was just trying to get away from him or avoid him, but after about an hour passed by, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

He cautiously got up and walked to the door of the bathroom and held his ear to the wall, to see if he could hear anything going on, like opening or cabinets or drawers. He didn't hear anything and debated about what to do. He knew he should knock, just in case she was dead or something, but felt weird.

I softly knocked at the bathroom door.

"What do you want?" he heard from the other side, in a negative monotonic voice.

"I'm just making sure you are okay," Gordo said, defensively.

"I'm fine," Lizzie said.

Gordo rolled his eyes. He knew that these two days were going to be long and there was no use being optimistic about the current situation, but he also didn't appreciate the way Lizzie was acting.

He went back to sit in the corner and try to read the book, but it was hard, knowing that Lizzie was probably in that bathroom thinking about him. Lizzie came out a few minutes later, took one look at Gordo, rolled her eyes and went back to the TV.

While neither of them wanted to admit it, they knew that it was only a matter of time before they would get bored with what they were doing and start talking to each other to pass time. For right now, though, they wanted to avoid that as much as possible.