Hey! Once again, I am SOOO sorry it took so long. I could tell you a million true excuses, but you probably don't want to hear (read) them. So here's the chapter. lol.
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Chapter 14: Midnight Ramble
After dinner, Howard, Roberta, and Gordo departed to go get their suitcases to bring them to the McGuire's. Lizzie was twitching with excitement. She was so eager to spend more time with Gordo, who, with Miranda, was quickly climbing on her list of closest friends. She connected with them on such a deep level; Miranda could always cheer her up just by smiling, and Gordo was just great to be with. She was so genuinely happy.
She skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, where her mom was doing the dishes from dinner. A smile crept its way onto her face for no particular reason, and she turned around and went back upstairs.
The blonde walked into her room and started cleaning. It wasn't very messy, but there was an open drawer here, a shirt on the floor over there...
Lizzie cleaned up the room until she heard a car in the driveway. She pushed the last drawer shut and went downstairs. She opened the door and went outside to help the Gordon's bring in their bags, but Howard seemed to have a whole system working by the time she got out there, and apparently didn't need much help.
While Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were bringing the bags in, Gordo walked over to Lizzie and the two journeyed around the house into the backyard. It was 7:30, and still fairly light out, the sounds of the waves thundering several feet away seemed to almost freeze time.
"So," Gordo turned to look at Lizzie as they sat down in a hammock slung between two palm trees.
"I was thinking that we should go at around midnight, my parents are usually fast asleep by then, and the guest room isn't within hearing distance of the stairs or the back door," Lizzie explained.
Gordo grinned, "I like the way you think, McGuire."
The two teens laughed and swung back and forth on the hammock, enjoying the early summer breeze and each other's company.
When it got darker, at around 8:30, the two friends went inside to find the four adults in the guest bedroom where the Gordon's would be staying for the next few days. Jo came out and motioned for the teenagers to follow her.
"Gordo," she started, "you can sleep on the couch in the living room, the basement, or on the floor in Matt's room, which I wouldn't recommend," she scrunched her nose, "who knows what's living in there, I have to make him clean it up."
Gordo looked to Lizzie to see which location would be most strategic for their forbidden escapade that night.
"I'd say the living room, you'll get the ocean breeze," Lizzie said.
Jo looked to Gordo for conformation, and Lizzie stood behind her, nodding her head furiously. Gordo agreed silently.
"Sounds good, Mrs. McGuire," he said.
"Great!" Jo chirped, "Gordo, call me Jo, it makes me feel younger," she laughed and went upstairs to get some extra sheets for him.
"Ok," Gordo smiled, then turned to Lizzie, "So, tonight, I think you should come downstairs and get me, 'cause if you get caught down here it'll be much better than me getting caught upstairs," he told her.
"Definitely, and then we'd just have to come back down anyway," she stated.
"Oh yeah."
The two teens shared an eye twinkle, then Gordo gave Lizzie's shoulder a tight squeeze and went to go get his bad from his parent's room.
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The two happy families sat around the living room for a while until, when around 10:30, one by one the adults started tiring, and the conversation switched to an early bedtime. Jo arose from the depths of the couch, said her goodnights and went to bed.
Lizzie glanced at Gordo, who nodded, then she stood up and announced that she was going to sleep. She hugged Mr. and Mrs. Gordon, her dad, then Gordo, who whispered in her ear before letting her go.
"See you later."
She pulled away from him, looked into his twinkling blue eyes, then made her way upstairs. The remaining number of people in the McGuire's living room started to dwindle down until Gordo was alone. He put the sheets and blankets on the couch and fell right asleep.
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Lizzie checked on Matt, who was being positively antisocial, and saw that he, too, was sleeping. She changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth and hair, washed her face, and returned her bedroom. She set her alarm for 12:30 AM, clicked her light off, and went to sleep, a pair of bright blue eyes shining brightly in her dreams.
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The blonde grumbled when her alarm rang, but shut it quickly so as not to wake anyone up. She slipped out of bed and went over to the window, checking the weather. Perfect.
She tiptoed over to her door and down the stairs, careful to skip the bottom one because it creaked. She inched into the living room, mentally scolding herself for wearing shorts. She saw the couch where Gordo was sleeping and made her way over to it.
She sat down gently on the edge of the couch, and tried to wake him up.
"I was wondering when you were gonna come," he whispered, sitting up slowly.
Lizzie jumped slightly, having thought he was asleep, but stood up and yanked the blanket off him.
"C'mon! Let's go!"
Gordo stretched and stood up, looking over the blonde's head on purpose to silently mock her height. Lizzie caught on, and hit his shoulder softly. He laughed quietly and walked over to the back door.
"Well, are you coming?" he asked her as he opened the door. He grabbed a button down shirt and followed Lizzie out the door.
They walked barefoot over the soft grass and down the hill until they reached the beach. The waves cashed and moved up and down the shore, beckoning the two teenagers forward. The stars were out; looking like tiny cut-out diamonds hung in the clear black sky. A cool breeze tickled their necks as it cut across the open beach.
"Wow, it's... nice," Gordo said, somewhat awestruck.
Lizzie laughed, and they began walking; Lizzie was closest to the waves.
"So what do you think it would have been like if you hadn't moved?" Lizzie asked him, her eyes full of soft pain and confusion.
Gordo felt his heart wrench as he looked down into her green eyes, but he laughed it off.
"We'd probably be doing the same thing we are now," he chuckled.
They laughed and agreed quietly, Lizzie looked at Gordo's profile and smiled, trying to ignore the bubbling feeling in her stomach whenever he looked at her.
A wave inched up toward the strolling teenagers and danced around Lizzie's feet, she shrieked and giggled in surprise, running behind Gordo to his other side. He laughed at her girly antics, and watched as her golden hair bounced around in the moonlight.
"Lizzie," he began, he stopped walking and looked at her, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, "this is probably the most girly thing I've ever said," he started walking again, not taking his hand off of her arm, she walked with him.
"What, Gordo?" she asked softly.
"Since we 'never' kissed before," he said, referring to they other night when they had abolished their kiss as toddlers, "who's the lucky guy that got to kiss you first?" he said, teasing her lightly.
"Gordo!" she laughed and hit his arm softly, he laughed, but looked at her, his gaze daring her to answer.
"Um, I don't know," she said, slightly uncomfortable.
"Ugh," Gordo said in an overly sarcastic voice, "you California kids, always getting drunk and smashed," he looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Lizzie laughed and nudged him.
"I wasn't drunk, I just haven't exactly had one."
"Oh, alright," Gordo said, eyes still sparkling, "I would have thought guys would line up outside your door every morning, with their mouths puckered up like this." He made a rather obnoxious kissy face then opened his eyes and ran, just nearly escaping another hit on the shoulder from the blonde that was hot on his tail.
The two ran down the beach, laughing and giggling, their feet kicking up sand everywhere until Lizzie finally caught him.
"Ok," Gordo panted, still tired from the sprint down the shoreline, "I won't tease you anymore, just don't make me run again."
Lizzie laughed, "Deal."
They hugged, and Lizzie pulled back slowly, looking up at Gordo.
"Soooo," she began in a taunting voice, "what was your first kiss like Mr. Gordon?"
Gordo blushed lightly, and looked down at the sand.
"I don't know..."
Lizzie laughed, "Oh you Chicago kids, always getting drunk and sma-"
Gordo put a finger under her chin and lifted her mouth up to his. He touched his lips to hers and closed his eyes. The stars twinkled and the wind blew, rustling the palm trees in the breeze.
The boy pulled away a touch, and Lizzie opened her eyes slowly, looking at Gordo wide-eyed, the tiniest smile barely visible on her face. He smiled down at her and answered her question.
"It was perfect."
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YAY lol. I'm sorry again. I feel terrible, but I'm trying. Also, if any of you have seen the musical Wicked (soooo great), in the next few days I'll be posting a fic for that, but if you haven't seen it, I wouldn't recommend reading it. That's already been written, and I'll be focusing more on finishing this fic as much as I can. Please review! See you soon.