I'm sorry that this story took so long to update. It's going to be finished, though. It may take decades, but it will be finished.

Blame It On The Door

Chapter Five

Lizzie's stomach grumbled. She'd been in the bathroom for at least an hour and it about five in the afternoon and she hadn't eaten anything since lunch. She sighed. The mini bar was all the way out of the bathroom and within feet of Gordo. There was no way she could grab anything at all without avoiding Gordo. Maybe she would just not eat the entire weekend. She had the bathroom and that had almost everything she needed. There was the toilet, the soap, the shower, and a drawer filled with shower caps, shampoo, and shaving kits from hotels. Gordo may have had all the access to the food and drinks, but at least she would be clean.

Okay, maybe that wasn't the right way to look at everything. After all, she was starving and Gordo would have to eventually go to the bathroom. Lizzie heard stories about situations like this. She had watched sitcoms and read books. They were stuck in a small space together with no contact from the outside world. Sitcoms always had the two people become friends or something, though. She knew that it was impossible that she and Gordo would end the weekend like that.

Her stomach grumbled again. She needed food. She barely had any breakfast that morning, and that sandwich didn't come close to filling her up. She looked at her watch. She'd been stuck with Gordo for about five hours at this point. She slowly started to stand up, but right as she was about to open the door, she heard a knock from the other side. She jumped slightly, as she didn't expect it.

"Lizzie?" she heard Gordo's voice.

"What?" she asked, opening the door, and making it clear that she was annoyed.

"Um," he said, looking down at the floor, "I'm sorry, but I really… really need to go to the bathroom. Is there anyway that you could, like, get out of there for a few minutes."

Lizzie huffed, "Gordo, don't be smart with me! Of course you can use the bathroom!" She stepped out of the bathroom and turned to him, "In fact, if you want to stay in there for a few hours, don't let me stop you!" She walked a few steps and sat on the sofa, waiting for Gordo to close the door behind him. She didn't want him to get the impression that she needed to get out of the bathroom.

When Gordo closed the door, Lizzie immediately got up and headed over to the mini bar, which had a small fridge and a cabinet with snacks. Many a time did Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda spend hours down there eating popcorn and entertaining themselves with movies and such. Lizzie grabbed the bag of half-eaten popcorn from the cabinet and a Diet Cherry Coke from the fridge and vegged out on the sofa, figuring she had time before Gordo would come out of the bathroom. She opened the drink and reached in for a handful of popcorn, putting the drink on the table beside her. She reached for the remote to the TV and turned it on. Thank God, she thought, for Digital Cable. She turned it to the Game Show network, where it was playing an old episode of the Newlywed Game. She liked this show and found it amusing, so she put down the remote and made herself comfortable.

"Where is the strangest place you and your husband have 'made whoopee?'" the host asked the four brides.

Lizzie was just about to get completely comfortable when she heard, "Oh, come on, now! The Newlywed Game? Lizzie, of the thousand shows you could be watching right now, you are wasting your time on this crap? What a waste of time!" Lizzie looked and found Gordo walk over and sit on the chair near the sofa.

"Well excuse me, but who died and made you King of Television? Besides, I didn't say you had to come out of the bathroom and watch this with me?"

Gordo rolled his eyes and covered his face with the pillow that went with the chair and then threw it on the floor, "Not right now, okay, Lizzie? You can lighten up because I didn't come out here to talk to you or argue with you or even make a peace offering. I came out her because it was really hot in that bathroom.

"Fine," Lizzie said, not even turning to look at him, "just don't talk, okay?"

"Deal," he said, and then commented, "I'm surprised you've had it on one channel for so long, anyway."

Lizzie glared at Gordo, "I thought I asked you not to talk."

"Well, actually, if you want to be technical…"

"Which I don't," Lizzie interrupted, taking another handful of popcorn.

Gordo sighed, "Well, let's say that you do. Anyway, you didn't ask he not to talk, you actually told me not to talk, and since this is a free country, I don't have to listen to you."

"Gordo, were you always this immature or did I just never notice it before."

Gordo made a face and leaned back. He didn't have a comeback for her. He turned his attention to the TV, where they were now asking for the males' responses. In the corner of the screen it announced that Jeopardy was next. He decided that he could stand the next fifteen minutes of this show if it meant a full hour of Jeopardy coming up next. He didn't say another word for the remainer of the show.

After the show ended, Lizzie changed the channel, though. She knew Gordo liked Jeopardy and had also seen the announcement at the corner of the screen. Since she wasn't in the mood to make Gordo's day and did, after all, have total control of the remote, she changed the channel to The Love Stories Movie Channel, which was playing, to Lizzie's amusement, Bridget Jones' Diary. She put down the remote with a smug look on her face, as she didn't take her eyes off the screen. The best part about it was that the movie was just starting, so she knew she had a good two more hours of this torture if she so chose.

Gordo, who was all ready for Jeopardy practically jumped when the screen went from showing the contestants to the opening credits of a movie he didn't particularly care for. He glared at Lizzie, who wore a smug smile upon her face and didn't even glance at him. He knew he had been beaten, though, as this wasn't his house and Lizzie had control of the remote.

He thought he could hear the phone ringing from upstairs, and it drove him crazy. He knew that this weekend was hopeless and that after this weekend, if he ever saw Lizzie again, it would probably be too soon. He got up from his seat and slammed the door behind him in the bathroom. The hellish temperature in the bathroom was worth it if it meant he didn't have to look at Lizzie. He furiously started to unbutton his shirt and take it off and then his pants and kicked them to the other side of the bathroom and then sat on the toilet seat to take off his socks. He stood up, only wearing boxers, trying to deal with the heat. It seemed even hotter than before.

Not only was this situation impossible to deal with, but he also realized that he was stuck with a devil…the devil that controlled not only the remote control of the TV, but also the temperature of the whole basement…including the bathroom.

This was no stupid or petty argument anymore…this had become war.