A/N: WOW! I can't even believe myself, it has been A YEAR since I last updated this story!
I am so ashamed...I won't even make up any excuses...I think I just stopped caring. So I plan on finishing this up once and for all with in the next two chapters.
Chapter 8: Getting to Lizzie
As Gordo stepped off the plane he still had no idea how he would get his parents to agree to let him fly back home. He couldn't tell them about Lizzie, they would probably make a big fuss with comments like 'Oh, my baby's growing up' and they would tell him he could wait a week, that family was more important right now. He knew he should be worried about his Uncle Jack but right now Lizzie was all he could think about.
His parents hailed a cab where they drove to his Uncle's house. There they found his aunt crying, Jack was in the hospital. For the moment, Gordo forgot about Lizzie as he was overcome with worry, she would have to wait. At the hospital Gordo discovered his uncle had suffered a heart attack and was in critical condition. He wished desperately that Lizzie were there so he would have someone to talk to. He wanted to call her, but what good would it do? She couldn't come to Boston, and the first thing they should talk about was the cds.
The prospect of his uncle dying made Gordo's heart ache. He had never really been close to Jack, in fact he barely knew him, but everything seemed so futile. His uncle was barely 42 and his life could be over before it even seemed to start. He needed to let out his feelings, he decided since music had helped him express his feelings for Lizzie, he turned on the radio and tried to find the perfect song. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of tuning he found it.
Life and love and why
Child, adult, then die
all of your hoping and all of your searching for what?
Ask me for what am I living
or what gives me strengh
that I'm willing to die for
Take away from me
this monstrosity
'Cause my futile thinking's not gonna solve nothing tonight
Ask me for what am I living
or what gives me strength
that I'm willing to die for
Could it be this
Could this be bliss
Could it be all that I ever had missed
Could it be true
Can life be new
And can I be used
Can I be used?
The song put into words his thoughts about his Uncle's illness and it made him think about what he lived for. What was it that got him up and out of bed everyday? It quickly dawned on him that everything was for Lizzie, he could lose everything in life and still be happy as long as he had her. He needed to get to her so he aproached his parents.
"Mom...dad?" he asked cautiously as they sat in the hospital waiting room.
"Yes, son?" his father responded wearily.
"I need to get home to Lizzie. This whole thing with Uncle Jack has made me see how short life is and I heard this song that made me realize she is what I live for and I need to tell her before it's too late," he ranted breathlessly. His parents looked at him with sympathy and understanding but somehow he sensed he wouldn't be going home any earlier.
"I'm sorry son, but we have to be here for your aunt in case...anything should happen," his mother said with great difficulty, Jack was her brother and she was trying her hardest not to break down for her sister-in-law's sake. Gordo sighed and sat there sulking for a few hours until a nurse came out to speak to them, followed closely by Gordo's aunt, who looked pale, as though she had been crying for days. As the pair drew nearer, Gordo sensed that there was no good news.
"I'm afraid we've lost him," the nurse said solemnly. A wave of grief washed over Gordo. He needed Lizzie, his best friend, to help him get through this, this was too much. Emotional problems had been building on Gordo's shoulders for weeks. At that moment he felt everything start to collapse in on him and he blacked out...
Soundtrack: Life and Love and Why - Switchfoot