Blame It On The Door

Chapter Four

Gordo sighed and closed the book he'd only been staring at for an hour. "This is just stupid!" He all but yelled as he stood up and walked back towards Lizzie and actual furniture. "We can't spend the whole weekend ignoring each other."

"And why not? I am perfectly happy sitting here and pretending you don't exist." Lizzie said, rolling her eyes and beginning to switch through the channels again just to drive Gordo crazy. "Besides, when did you start recognizing that you aren't the only person alive and that everything doesn't revolve around you?"

"What?! I am not the one being self centered here. Who in this room thinks that just because everything wasn't as perfect as she planned for one freaking date that she needs to destroy her boyfriend's world and never give him a chance to explain what happened?" Gordo fired back, letting the anger that had been building since the break up fuel his temper. "Answer me that, cause I know it's not me. Need a clue for that fake blonde head of yours, here's one - the person's name starts with a Liz and ends with a Zie!"

"I do NOT die my hair! Do you see any dark roots here, Gordork?!" Lizzie stood up in front of him and stuck the top of her head in his face. "You know I have always had blonde hair, ever since you have known me!"

"Yeah, but I also know how much it pisses you off when you get accused of. . ." Gordo made a dramatic gasping sound. "Coloring your hair. You really are so shallow, you know that? And I am really getting tired of pretending not to notice how obvious your whole clumsy ditz act really is."

Lizzie could feel her face getting warmer from the anger rising at his words. "Clumsy ditz act? Yeah Gordo, you figured me out. I really plan every night what door I'm going to get smacked in the face by and how clueless I'm going to be when people talk during the day. How do you catch on so quickly?"

"It's a gift." He responded before moving around her and sitting down on the couch, grabbing the discarded remote from where she'd left it. He thought about finding something to watch that he knew would annoy Lizzie, but instead he turned off the TV and turned to face Lizzie, who was sitting down again. "Look, I'm sorry about the hair comment. . ."

"Do you really think that's what bothered me the most out of all the things you just said?" Lizzie interrupted his apology. "You must really think I am so shallow to think that would hurt me more than being told how fake I am."

"Well maybe of you didn't spend all your time trying to impress people by acting like someone you're not, I wouldn't have to point it out to you! You know what? I'm not sorry about anything I just said. Not sorry at all." Gordo fired back, getting annoyed at being interrupted.

"I can't believe I ever thought I liked you! God, you're so. . .so. . ."

"Yeah, you're right. Those are definitely blonde roots. You can't even insult me without confusing yourself and looking like a total idiot." As soon as Gordo finished the thought out loud he felt bad, if only a little. Being mad at her was one thing, but he really didn't think he was this angry with Lizzie, at least not completely.

Lizzie just glared at him, arms crossed and body locked in position. She looked like she was debating between crying or physically attacking Gordo. "Don't talk to me again for the rest of the weekend. You are an asshole David Gordon, and I hate you." Before he could say anything she shoved past him and quickly went back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Gordo sat down and sighed before grabbing the discarded remote and flipping through a few channels before distractedly turning off the TV to sit quietly and stare at the closed bathroom door. There was a lot on his mind, but first and foremost was the feeling of what he could describe only as hatred for Lizzie and it scared him a little, even though it felt like the right emotion to him at the moment.

Lizzie sat on the top of the closed toilet seat and cried. She wasn't crying for any other reason except being so mad at Gordo that she couldn't handle the emotions inside and needed to let them out. She wasn't going to sit in a bathroom and scream, so crying seemed like her only option. She counted the hours they still had left and wished that she hadn't after reaching forty with more to go. She wanted out of there, out of the bathroom, out of the basement, and at the moment she wanted out of her life. She didn't want to have to deal with Gordo in any way at all, but knew she'd have to eventually. She couldn't stay locked in the bathroom for a whole weekend, but that didn't mean she had to rush out of there now. Lizzie stood up and walked to the opposite wall. She leaned on it and slid down to the floor, giving in to more tears of anger and frustration, burying her face into her arms and resting against her knees.

"This is definitely going to be a long, long weekend." The both mumbled in unison, but unknowingly.