Blame It On The Door
Chapter Six
Lizzie was half way through the movie when she suddenly felt the urge to pee. "I knew I shouldn't have had that third soda," She said to herself as she gazed at the closed bathroom door and wondered what to do. After another ten minutes passed, there was no avoiding it anymore, she really had to get in that bathroom, even if it meant talking to that complete jerk again.
Lizzie stood up and walked heavily to the door, growing more agitated with each step. She pounded on the door and demanded to be let in, but heard no response from Gordo at all. "Gordo," She whined, "I really need to go to the bathroom! Get out or get out of the way, I really don't care at this point."
In her frustration at having to do the pee dance outside of a perfectly good bathroom, Lizzie grabbed hold of the handle and turned it back and forth to make as much noise as possible. With her other hand, she began pounding away again and nearly cried with relief when the door opened a little. "Oh thank God!"
Without really caring about anything other than getting to the toilet, Lizzie pushed the door the rest of the way open and barged into the small, nearly baking hot, bathroom. She had just gotten herself unbuttoned and positioned to finally find relief for her aching bladder, when she looked over to find Gordo asleep against the opposite wall.
For a brief moment, she found herself lost in the innocent look on his face, remembering all the mornings growing up when she would stare at him. That moment was shattered when her gaze moved from his face, down his neck, to his bare chest and arms. She gasped when she realized he was laying there in only his boxers, propped against the wall, legs stretched out and offering no protection for her eyes.
"I am so glad we got you the ones with a button." Lizzie felt a pang of regret as she suddenly remembered how much she and Miranda had laughed when picking out the boxers Gordo was wearing for his birthday the previous year.
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"Are you sure it's not weird for his two girl best friends to get him. . .boxers. Isn't that a little personal or something?"
"Lizzie, there is no way we are not getting these for him. It is too funny, you do get it right?" Miranda asked, giving her sometimes clueless friend a questioning look. "Because, I'll explain the joke to you if you want."
"I'm not that stupid, Randa. Of course I get what it means." Lizzie felt a little offended that her friend would think she was that completely clueless about even the most obvious things. "It's an M&M and he's saying that the M is for muscle."
"And why are these so complete perfect and so incredibly funny for Gordo?"
"BecauseGordo doesn't have a single muscle on his entire freaking body!" Both had dissolved quickly into more laughter.
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"I definitely got that wrong, when did Gordo start looking like this?" Lizzie wondered out loud, openly staring at the nearly naked Gordo laid out in front of her. "Who knew a t-shirt could make that look so scrawny."
Something in Lizzie's mind jarred her back to consciousness and demanded to know why she would bother staring at someone who was just a complete jerk. Finally getting around to her reason for barging in to begin with, Lizzie finished what she needed to do, washed her hands, and quietly slipped back out of the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind her.
Still in somewhat of a daze, she walked over to the thermostat and turned down the heat in the bathroom from ninety-five to a more comfortable seventy-five. She felt bad having made it so hot in the room for him, but wondered just how much when she kept having images of his slightly defined arms and chest popping into her mind.
"Well, one thing's for sure, McGuire, he'll have an easier time convincing you to listen if he comes out of that bathroom without his shirt on." She made the best appalled face she could muster at herself, before trying valiantly to find something distracting on the television.
Unfortunately she was finding that to be impossible.
