Hey everyone! I uploaded this chapter a while ago, because I'm on vacation, but I didn't want to leave you 'updateless' for 3 weeks. hehe. Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. Thanks so much again for your reviews, I absolutely adore them. They make my day.
P.S. I changed the name of Chapter 7, because I gave it the wrong name before, but the contents of the chapter is still the same.
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Chapter 9: Goodbye Chicago
The Gordon family sat down to dinner, and the details of the house quickly became the preferred topic of conversation.
"Where is it, Howard?" Roberta asked, as the family began to eat their dinner.
"Not telling!" he replied in a very childish manner, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.
"How big is it?" asked Gordo.
"Not telling," Howard teased his son. Gordo laughed and chucked his napkin at his father, who caught it and threw it back at him. Gordo stood up, slightly bent from laughter, his hand raised with his napkin, and he was ready to throw it. Howard stood up and started running towards his son who turned and bolted into the living room. Howard ran after him, hot on his tail, and grabbed a pillow from the couch.
"Children!" Roberta yelled at them, although her eyes showed the laughter that her voice did not.
Howard looked up and his jaw dropped in mock anger at being demoted from the proud rank of 'adult.' He had his hand on Gordo's shoulder, and his other hand was raised with a pillow ready to strike.
They hung their heads in fake shame and made their way back to the dining room to finish their dinner.
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Gordo put his hands behind his head and laid back on his pillow. His room was pitch-black, and rain thundered down onto the roof of the house, sending a soothing sound into the depths of Gordo's room. While he was lying there, calmed thoroughly by the rain, his thoughts drifted to his life in Chicago.
He had had a pretty average time in school so far; he got straight A's, and he was even on the baseball team for a year or two. He had a good group of friends and spent countless hours hanging out with them. His group consisted of mostly guys, but had a few girls mixed in as well. Despite their many differences, they all remained friends, and that was the end of it.
Gordo rolled over, and those thoughts instantly left his mind. He closed his eyes and gradually began to sleep.
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At around ten o'clock the next morning Gordo appeared at the foot of the stairs. He wandered sleepily into the kitchen and pulled the cream cheese out of the refrigerator. He found a bagel and started to eat after dropping the cream cheese knife into the sink.
"Sit down, Gordo, stay a while," Roberta clucked while she cleared up the dishes from her own breakfast earlier that morning.
"Mmph," said Gordo in agreement, letting his mouthful of food get the better of him. He sat down at the kitchen table and flipped through the comic's section while enjoying his bagel.
After he finished his breakfast, Gordo went upstairs and logged onto his computer. He talked to a couple of his friends and told them all he could about his mystery vacation. While none of them were too thrilled about the thought of him leaving, they knew he wasn't perfectly happy where he was, and they wanted the best for him.
"Gordo!" Howard called from downstairs, "it's time to go!"
The boy typed a quick goodbye to his friends, grabbed the backpack he packed the day before, and slid down the banister on the stairs. He ran out the door without slowing down.
Howard jumped out of the way of his son and laughed.
"Kids these days."
The Gordon family loaded their suitcases into the trunk of the car, and climbed into the backseat. Howard told the driver where they were going, and they were on their way.
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Gordo was excited. He hoped his mom liked the house. He hoped they all like it. It was time to move on, time for a different life-style. Time for a change.
He looked out of the window on the plane and saw that they were now about the clouds.
The pilot's voice sounded over the intercom stating that the flight would be several hours, and there would be a food service in the middle of it. The teenage began to tire of watching the flight attendants buckle seatbelts and pretend to blow up life vests, and his mind drifted elsewhere.
He was suddenly on the beach, feeling the sand underneath his feet. The boy had a mop of chocolate brown curls, that while they couldn't be considered 'long,' they still moved with the wind. He was slightly above average height, and had piercing blue eyes.
It was a perfectly gorgeous day, and yet, he was alone on the beach. The sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot, and the water was a perfect cool temperature.
The waves danced around Gordo's ankles as if they were begging him to join them for a swim. Gordo unbuttoned his shirt and dove into the refreshing abyss of crystal clear water. He jumped and laughed, riding the waves as they rolled slowly past him. He turned slightly to look out to sea. It was the broadest expanse of water Gordo had ever seen. He realized he was treading water, and couldn't feel the sandy bottom. Gordo turned back to get a little closer to the short, and saw a blonde girl staring at him from way off on the beach.
He was far out, and couldn't see her face, but he knew this was the girl from his other dream.
Gordo slowly began to swim back to shore, keeping his eyes on the girl at all times. He felt his foot hit the soft sand, and he stood up gently. He was about waist-deep in the water, and he started to walk closer to the beach.
A gust of wind blew golden blonde hair in front of the girl's face, but she didn't move.
Gordo was now knee deep in the ocean, and only an arms length away from the girl. Although he still couldn't see her face, she was still the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid his eyes on. She reached out a hand to him, and he took it gingerly.
The same shock zoomed through him, and the angel-soft skin of her hand made his own now-pruned, wet skin feel rough as nails. She stood there quietly looking at him with the most breathtaking green eyes he'd ever seen. He reached with his other hand to wipe the hair from her face.
A huge wave came down on the both of them, and Gordo was knocked down onto his back on the sand. The girl still stood, unaffected by the monstrous swell, still perfectly dry.
She bent down next to him; she seemed to have a worried look in her eyes.
"Gordo," she cooed, shaking him softly, "Gordo, wake up."
"Gordo, Gordo!!"
Gordo's eyes snapped open and he looked up at the flight attendant.
"Tell the lady what you want to eat, honey," Roberta said.
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Sorry about all of the cliffies, lol, but I'm going through like a writing frenzy, and I have the next chapter planned out already. I'll probably start it in like 5 minutes once I finish typing this note. Review, please, it really does keep me going, and It just makes my day everytime I read them. Suggestions are welcome also!!!