A/N: Uh, actually, this is going to contain major differences from the
first story. First of all, it is in England, and other than that, there
will be conflict and drama and other things that make this story much
different from the first one. I am glad you like this story! I don't own
Lizzie McGuire or Delta Airlines.
Chapter Two
Boredom
9 July 2004
I am at the airport. Tra la la la la. I am so bored. Mom and dad decided they would drop me off not two hours before take-off, but three hours early. They couldn't see me to the gate because of airport security, they watched me as I went through airport security, with tears in my mother's eyes. They made this seem so dramatic.
All of my friends are supposed to meet at the gate an hour before take-off. That leaves me with so much time! You see, absolutely no one is here yet. No one else has parents who decide to get to an airport insanely early. No one. Only my parents. I have two hours before take-off.
Yeah, so, anyway, we settled on a 9:50 PM Delta flight. This means we will get there around one-ish tomorrow, England time.
Heh, wow. I am so incredibly bored. Anyway, I am going to land at Gatwick International Airport and see Anna tomorrow! I am so excited.
I just went to the Terminal E airport Starbucks. (A/N: Okay, so I am not familiar with the LA International Airport, so if they do not have a terminal E, they do by the ninth of July, 2004.) I ordered a tall decaf mocha frappuccino. I am so glad I decided to give up caffeine last year. It makes life a lot easier. That was my dinner for the day---I still loathe, hate, abhor, and abominate airplane food. I thought that might not be enough, so I also got a peanut putter and chocolate cookie.
I was walking back, all the way to the end of the terminal-as luck would have it, that is where our gate was located. The terminal is a very long walk, and I passed flights going to Chile, Paris, Quebec, Manchester, and the Bahamas. Anyway, as I was walking back, AFTER I finished my drink, I stopped by the newsstand and bought a package of miniature snickers for the flight. Anyway, just as I was paying for them, who did I spot? None other than Sarah and David.
Yeah, of course they were walking together. I think I heard Sarah saying something about going to the airport together with David. They were headed toward the direction of the gate. They didn't see me as they walked past me, so I hurried over to them.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," Sarah said, "How long have you been here?"
"Eh, an hour or so. Did you just get here?" I may really be bored, but I can't act bored.
"Yeah, but we haven't eaten, so we were going to see who all was at the gate, then get something to eat," Sarah said.
"Yeah, have you eaten?" David asked.
"Yeah, I bought a cookie at Starbucks and some stuff for the flight," I said.
"Would you like to sit with us anyway? I mean, is a cookie enough?" Sarah asked.
"No, thank you. That's okay. I think I will just stay at the gate. This is a long terminal, and I am just not willing to walk that long length again," I said.
We walked back to the gate, and saw Miranda and Gordo there. Good. We have five people, and now all we need is Brian. We walked toward Miranda and Gordo from behind, as they were sitting facing away from us. "Hey," I said.
Miranda and Gordo looked back to see us. "Hey, people! Where have you been hiding?" Miranda asked.
"David and I just got here. We ran into Lizzie on our way here," Sarah explained.
"Yeah, and my parents dropped me off over an hour ago. I just went to get something to eat," I said.
"Yeah, and speaking of food," Sarah started, "David and I were just about to get something to eat. Would you like to join us for a rendezvous at the food court?"
"I already ate," Gordo said, "Thanks, anyway."
"I haven't eaten, though!" Miranda said, "I am starving! I would love to join you!"
"Great!" Sarah said, "Would you two (meaning Gordo and me) watch our bags?"
Gordo looked at me. I don't think he realized I was staying at the gate, otherwise he would probably have gone. "Sure," I said and I sat down next to Gordo.
I turned and watched as Miranda, Sarah, and David walked off. I turned back. This should be uncomfortable, I thought. Gordo and I aren't exactly friends after the break-up, even if it did happen four months ago. I think I really hurt him when I broke up with him. Who could blame him? It's not like I broke up with him providing a large explanation. Oh, well, the best I can do is be nice to him and pretend like we are friends, right? Because ever since we broke up, he has been pretty much playing the lovely game of silence with me. What a fun game, no?
Heh! What I love most about this whole situation is that my other friends are trying to push us back together. They are convinced that we are going to get married and live happily ever after. They truly believe in us, the way I used to believe in us. Heh. Here I go talking about Gordo again. Its not that our relationship is OUT of the question, it is more like our relationship is IN question. I just to know what is best for me right now, and being single is fine with me. I think and hope this trip will help Gordo open up more. What am I saying? I need to open up just as much as him.
Anyway, I will try not to over analyze the situation because that could be misinterpreted by some people as a sign that I still want him. Maybe I do, but maybe I don't. Maybe I will find someone in England. I always have had a certain weakness for accents, and English people and Americans speak the same language-English.
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Later, on the Plane
You know what? I hate airplanes? No, that's not exactly true. I hate this airplane. Here we all are on the plane, mid-flight, in the middle of the night, and I am stuck on the middle aisle, in the middle seat, in between two complete strangers. Yeah, adults, too. Where are my friends? Well, I will tell you where they are. Miranda, Gordo, and Brian are sitting a few rows in front of me. Sarah and David are sitting together somewhere else. You know, this flight sucks. The people next to me are not talkative, they are sleeping. I can't sleep. I am too cramped to get comfortable.
I didn't even get to SEE the in-flight movie. I got to hear it fine, but seeing it was another issue. The person in front of me is too tall. He also let his seat down as if it weren't already crowded enough. The movie is over now, and now they are playing short films on, "What makes a potato chip crispy?" and "How are jeans made?" Like I care. It is two AM in my brain, and ten in the morning in England. Oh, look! I can see NOTHING out the window! Fun! Bitter? Me? No, no, I am not bitter. Bitter is waking up in the morning and seeing that Matt is still there. I am just frustrated. Did I mention this sucks? Just three more hours. Three whole entire hours! I am so tired and so frustrated. I have to do something to keep me from going insane. Maybe I will try to go to sleep again. Okay, well, goodnight, she said from this hellacious place.
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A/N: What do you think now? The Lizzie/Gordo thing will happen in time, but things have to happen before they get that way. Thanks for reading.
Chapter Two
Boredom
9 July 2004
I am at the airport. Tra la la la la. I am so bored. Mom and dad decided they would drop me off not two hours before take-off, but three hours early. They couldn't see me to the gate because of airport security, they watched me as I went through airport security, with tears in my mother's eyes. They made this seem so dramatic.
All of my friends are supposed to meet at the gate an hour before take-off. That leaves me with so much time! You see, absolutely no one is here yet. No one else has parents who decide to get to an airport insanely early. No one. Only my parents. I have two hours before take-off.
Yeah, so, anyway, we settled on a 9:50 PM Delta flight. This means we will get there around one-ish tomorrow, England time.
Heh, wow. I am so incredibly bored. Anyway, I am going to land at Gatwick International Airport and see Anna tomorrow! I am so excited.
I just went to the Terminal E airport Starbucks. (A/N: Okay, so I am not familiar with the LA International Airport, so if they do not have a terminal E, they do by the ninth of July, 2004.) I ordered a tall decaf mocha frappuccino. I am so glad I decided to give up caffeine last year. It makes life a lot easier. That was my dinner for the day---I still loathe, hate, abhor, and abominate airplane food. I thought that might not be enough, so I also got a peanut putter and chocolate cookie.
I was walking back, all the way to the end of the terminal-as luck would have it, that is where our gate was located. The terminal is a very long walk, and I passed flights going to Chile, Paris, Quebec, Manchester, and the Bahamas. Anyway, as I was walking back, AFTER I finished my drink, I stopped by the newsstand and bought a package of miniature snickers for the flight. Anyway, just as I was paying for them, who did I spot? None other than Sarah and David.
Yeah, of course they were walking together. I think I heard Sarah saying something about going to the airport together with David. They were headed toward the direction of the gate. They didn't see me as they walked past me, so I hurried over to them.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," Sarah said, "How long have you been here?"
"Eh, an hour or so. Did you just get here?" I may really be bored, but I can't act bored.
"Yeah, but we haven't eaten, so we were going to see who all was at the gate, then get something to eat," Sarah said.
"Yeah, have you eaten?" David asked.
"Yeah, I bought a cookie at Starbucks and some stuff for the flight," I said.
"Would you like to sit with us anyway? I mean, is a cookie enough?" Sarah asked.
"No, thank you. That's okay. I think I will just stay at the gate. This is a long terminal, and I am just not willing to walk that long length again," I said.
We walked back to the gate, and saw Miranda and Gordo there. Good. We have five people, and now all we need is Brian. We walked toward Miranda and Gordo from behind, as they were sitting facing away from us. "Hey," I said.
Miranda and Gordo looked back to see us. "Hey, people! Where have you been hiding?" Miranda asked.
"David and I just got here. We ran into Lizzie on our way here," Sarah explained.
"Yeah, and my parents dropped me off over an hour ago. I just went to get something to eat," I said.
"Yeah, and speaking of food," Sarah started, "David and I were just about to get something to eat. Would you like to join us for a rendezvous at the food court?"
"I already ate," Gordo said, "Thanks, anyway."
"I haven't eaten, though!" Miranda said, "I am starving! I would love to join you!"
"Great!" Sarah said, "Would you two (meaning Gordo and me) watch our bags?"
Gordo looked at me. I don't think he realized I was staying at the gate, otherwise he would probably have gone. "Sure," I said and I sat down next to Gordo.
I turned and watched as Miranda, Sarah, and David walked off. I turned back. This should be uncomfortable, I thought. Gordo and I aren't exactly friends after the break-up, even if it did happen four months ago. I think I really hurt him when I broke up with him. Who could blame him? It's not like I broke up with him providing a large explanation. Oh, well, the best I can do is be nice to him and pretend like we are friends, right? Because ever since we broke up, he has been pretty much playing the lovely game of silence with me. What a fun game, no?
Heh! What I love most about this whole situation is that my other friends are trying to push us back together. They are convinced that we are going to get married and live happily ever after. They truly believe in us, the way I used to believe in us. Heh. Here I go talking about Gordo again. Its not that our relationship is OUT of the question, it is more like our relationship is IN question. I just to know what is best for me right now, and being single is fine with me. I think and hope this trip will help Gordo open up more. What am I saying? I need to open up just as much as him.
Anyway, I will try not to over analyze the situation because that could be misinterpreted by some people as a sign that I still want him. Maybe I do, but maybe I don't. Maybe I will find someone in England. I always have had a certain weakness for accents, and English people and Americans speak the same language-English.
~*~*~*~
Later, on the Plane
You know what? I hate airplanes? No, that's not exactly true. I hate this airplane. Here we all are on the plane, mid-flight, in the middle of the night, and I am stuck on the middle aisle, in the middle seat, in between two complete strangers. Yeah, adults, too. Where are my friends? Well, I will tell you where they are. Miranda, Gordo, and Brian are sitting a few rows in front of me. Sarah and David are sitting together somewhere else. You know, this flight sucks. The people next to me are not talkative, they are sleeping. I can't sleep. I am too cramped to get comfortable.
I didn't even get to SEE the in-flight movie. I got to hear it fine, but seeing it was another issue. The person in front of me is too tall. He also let his seat down as if it weren't already crowded enough. The movie is over now, and now they are playing short films on, "What makes a potato chip crispy?" and "How are jeans made?" Like I care. It is two AM in my brain, and ten in the morning in England. Oh, look! I can see NOTHING out the window! Fun! Bitter? Me? No, no, I am not bitter. Bitter is waking up in the morning and seeing that Matt is still there. I am just frustrated. Did I mention this sucks? Just three more hours. Three whole entire hours! I am so tired and so frustrated. I have to do something to keep me from going insane. Maybe I will try to go to sleep again. Okay, well, goodnight, she said from this hellacious place.
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A/N: What do you think now? The Lizzie/Gordo thing will happen in time, but things have to happen before they get that way. Thanks for reading.