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Chapter 8: The Dream
A young teenager and his father quietly opened the door to the master bedroom. The boy carried a tray holding a breakfast fit for a queen; cereal, eggs, toast, jelly, orange juice, water, place settings, and a muffin with a single lit candle. The man carried several boxes, large and small, covered completely in beautiful wrapping paper, and adorned with many and various ribbons and bows.
Howard Gordon gently shook his wife into consciousness and a 14-year-old Gordo placed the breakfast in her lap.
Roberta and her son and husband laughed and talked together, and Gordo and Howard helped Roberta finish off her breakfast before presenting her with her annual birthday presents.
The woman's eyes lit up at a gorgeous silver bracelet from Howard, and a new bestseller book she had been dying to read. Gordo had gotten her a gift certificate to the local spa that was refundable for a whole day of pampering and 'beautifying.' After a couple other smaller gifts, and many phone calls from various friends and family members, the day of the Gordon family began.
The Gordons were all seated in the living room. Roberta was enveloped in her new book, Gordo was lounging on the couch with his gameboy and headphones, and Howard was pacing. He walked from the kitchen to the living room and back again. Back and forth and back and forth until Roberta put a hand to her head, as if to relieve herself of a headache and said, "Howard. What. Are. You. Doing?"
He had been pacing for a healthy ten minutes, and although she was doing her absolute best to not pay attention to him and concentrate on her book, she just couldn't ignore the obviously troubled man in front of her.
"I'm just thinking, you know," he said very quickly.
"Yes, I do," she raised an eyebrow, and he scratched the back of his head only further proving his discomfort.
Gordo was still playing with his handheld entertainment system, but being a teenage, it no longer held his interest as it used to.
"Ok, ok, I have an announcement to make," Howard looked at his wife who began to eye him suspiciously, "or a preposition, rather."
Gordo turned the gameboy off and pulled his headphones out of his ears. Roberta put a piece of ribbon from one of her presents into the book to hold her place, then closed the book and put it on the table.
"Go on," she said.
He started about four different sentences at one, but he couldn't seem to get the right combination of words out of his mouth.
"Do you like this house?"
"No," was the immediate response from Gordo, who had never truly settled into the Chicago home.
"It's a lovely house, Howard," Roberta said after eyeing her son, who sank deeper into the cushions of the couch, "why," she said in a much harsher tone.
"I've got something to show you," Howard said.
"Howard, you didn't..." Roberta started.
"Oh no he didn't!" Gordo said sarcastically, snapping his fingers in a 'Z' formation.
His parents turned their heads to him and stared blankly.
Gordo laughed, "I'm sorry, bad movie."
Roberta nodded in false agreement, shook her head to herself and turned back to her husband.
"Howard," she said crisply, "please tell you didn't buy a house, don't do this to me again."
He kneeled down on the floor in front of her and took her hands in his. "No," he said, "I didn't buy a house. I just want you to look at one, it might make up for everything I've done to hurt you."
Gordo's head popped up and he snapped to attention right away, both at the thought of moving out of that dreadful town, and his father hurting his mom. He could hardly remember a time when they had had an argument that lasted longer than a Mento. (A/N: yes, I stole it from Friends, I know, I know)
Not that the town was completely horrible, it wasn't bad. Gordo had a fair amount of friends, and although he wasn't the most popular guy in school, he definitely wasn't one of the geeks. No, the town wasn't bad at all in Gordo's point of view, but to him, it just always seemed to be missing something.
"Howard, I thought we were past all that," Mrs. Gordon said to her husband.
"Please? Just a look, we'll go down there for a week, stay at a hotel, look at the house, if you like it, great, if you don't, we'll stay here. What do you say, Gordo? You can take a week out of your summer vacation, can't you?"
Gordo scrambled out of his seat like it was covered in white-hot nails.
"Definitely, dad."
Howard turned to his wife.
"Please, Roberta? Just a look, that's all."
Roberta Gordon looked from her husband to her son and then back to Howard again. Both were looking at her pleading silently to look at the house, and if not, at least the weeks vacation.
She sighed, "Sure, why not?"
Howard grinned and raced to confirm the flights, which left the next afternoon, but not before telling Gordo to go pack a bag.
Gordo didn't have to be told twice, he skipped up the stairs to his room and opened the door. The bed was on the far-left corner, covered with sheets and blankets of royal blue. A nightstand stood faithfully next to the bed, and was adorned with several books, a reading light, and an alarm clock. The walls appeared to be off-white or beigish in color, sprinkled with posters of bands or star athletes of teams the boy was loyal to. On the other side was a desk, with a very up-to-date computer, used for schoolwork and games when his parents weren't looking.
The room was overall very neat and orderly, almost unordinarily so for a boy of teenage years.
He ran over to his dresser and pulled out just enough t-shirts, shorts, socks, and other articles of clothing necessary for a week's travel.
He put the clothes neatly folded into a laundry basket, and put it outside his room so his mother could pick it up on her way to pack her own things.
Gordo pulled out a backpack and plopped down on his bed. He opened a drawer in his nightstand to look for entertainment for the upcoming plane ride. He pulled an iPod and headphones, a crossword book, and pulled two books off of the top of the nightstand, and he was done. Gordo put all of the items into his backpack and jumped down the stairs.
Howard hung up the phone and turned around only to collide with is son who was hurtling full-speed towards the door.
"Whoa," Mr. Gordon said, "slow down, Cowboy, we don't leave until tomorrow."
"Oh," Gordo said, "whoops," he turned away from his father in slight embarrassment, and trudged his way back up to his room.
He had been so anxious to escape reality, so ready to just leave his life and start a new one. His father looked up the stairs worriedly, a crease of concern slowly appearing on his forehead.
"We have got to get that boy out of here. Soon," he whispered to himself.
Gordo flopped down onto his bed and closed his eyes. He began daydreaming about what it would be like to move. Images of his friends instantly flooded his mind. His school, the places he hung out in during his spare time, the streets and neighborhoods... He had never truly grown attached to Chicago, it just never felt right to him. There was always that same something missing from his life, and although he could never put a finger on it, he knew it was there.
The teenage eventually drifted into a peaceful dreamland filled with the most happiness he'd ever known. There was a girl with a head full of long blonde curls. They were on the beach, and the teenage girl was beckoning him to follow her. He did so, and she led him to a quiet space behind a sand dune. It was time for the sunset, and beautiful colors soon painted themselves across the sky. The only audible sound was the gentle crashing of the waves at their feet.
Gordo looked over at the girl, but a shadow was covering her face. He didn't think he'd ever seen her before, but he felt like he'd known her his whole life. She grabbed his hand and a shock hurtled through him. He jumped in surprise, but she seemed not to notice, as she was pointing to a gigantic cruise ship on the horizon, trying to get him to look at it. He looked over to her, and she slowly began to turn her face to meet his...
"Gordo, get up!" Roberta knocked on the door to her son's room and yelled in to awaken him from the depths of his dreams. "Come down for dinner, honey."
Gordo opened his eyes and shook his head in confusion at the dream from his previous nap. He didn't quite understand it. He had never felt more satisfied and complete in his whole life as he had when he had been with that girl; and not only did he not know who she was, he hadn't even seen her face.
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Well? Do you like it? Black Knight 03 thanks for the suggestion, I kind of took it, I'll do more in the next chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Suggestions, again, are still appreciated. Review!!! lol, thanks.