..:Party Animals:..

A/N: Have you all seen the movie Peter Pan? I would've seen it in theaters, but Cheaper by the Dozen was coming out that same day, so I saw that. I just recently rented it, and completely fell in love with the whole thing. It's not for little kids, it's amazingly magical and funny. Plus Jeremy Sumpter is the only guy who's around my age that's actually cute. (Judie...!) 'double squeals' (Dumb thing won't let me put asterisks anymore, so I have to live with apostrophes.)

This chappie's dedicated to Cazzie, who's one interesting person to talk to! Like sisters! And Mark. Like always. I only see you in Computer Apps, and even then you're flirting with Emily and Ashley. AND THAT IDIOT LAURA! I can not believe you would sink so low as to go out with her! 'shivers' Not even an inside joke or two to share... you better watch it, or I'm gonna start liking someone else I have in mind!!! lol, I'd never fall for anyone like I fell for you.

And my wonderful father, who so graciously came with me to the phenomenal concert which was Hilary Duff's! He hates loud music, but came because he's just so great, and without him I couldn't have gone at all!

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A doorbell ringing surprised me at six-thirty. The fan-chat had gone great, but the commercial... not so marvelous. I lived through, though, and ended up looking really sexy while saying the words "I love the NBC Awards! Every year, I'm so excited for them!"

I cautiously crept toward the front door, in a snappish kind of mood since I hated anyone interrupting my online Gordo-hunting. There was no fisheye hole to look through and confirm the person, so I slowly opened the wooden door, and what I saw surprised me in the greatest way possible.

A man was standing in front of me, a very handsome man, to put it politely. His looks made Gordo seem as good-looking seem like a barn rat, and his voice, oh, his voice was like rich chocolate ice cream melting in your mouth. I melted alongside it as the god-like creature spoke. "Hey, sweetie," he drawled in his playfully cute voice.

These two words revealed his identity, and I knew in a split second he must be, "Parker?" I whispered, staring at the muscles bulging through his tuxedo.

"Ready to go?" he had a broad grin on his face, which faded when he saw my newly bought (after the TRL fan-chat) sweatshirt and jeans. "I guess not," he said ice-creamily and whip-toppingly.

I gazed at him starry-eyed. "Parker, you look amazing," I sighed, watching as he waved his hand through his silk-like hair.

"Thanks. Now, go get dressed, we have to go!" He exposed a bouquet of roses from behind his back, handed them to me courteously, and sat down, squared-shouldered, on the nearest couch.

"Go where?" I questioned, plucking a rose from the bouquet and smelling its breathtaking scent. My schedule hadn't said anything...

"To the dinner party, remember, honey?"

Sadly, I didn't remember. I picked up my calendar book and gasped when I saw "Dinner with Parker" penciled in at the bottom of the day. "Oh, stupid me, how could I forget? I'll be right back... uh, watch TV if you want, the remote's right there."

I sprinted into my royal bedroom and hastily tore through my closet, in search of the most perfect outfit available. During my rushed closet raid, a few questions aroused in my head. Why did I find this Parker so incredibly striking? I had met plenty of charming guys before, but none of them had the affect that Parker had. He had an overwhelming sense of magnetism that just took me aback and made me melt right at his very feet, not unlike the same sensation I felt around Gordo. And that brought up another brilliant point: What about Gordo? I mean, one second with Parker made me forget that my heart was already occupied with love for someone else, so did that mean that my love for Gordo was just a strange illusion?

I loved Gordo, I knew I did... but something about Parker just got to me, and it was odd that I had no idea what. It was partly his looks, for no one could turn down a combination of a face and a body like his. But something else... he gave off a calming sort of aura that was too complex for words. And while I pondered about the complexity for Parker Mason's aura, I heard a loud yell.

"Elle! Hurry up!"

I gave up on my quest for the ideal outfit and grabbed a slinky navy-colored dress off one of the racks, seeing as it matched Parker's suit. I pulled it on, and saw that it hugged my hips a little more tightly than it should have, probably because I had so suddenly gone way off course Elle's crash diet. I didn't bother to brush my hair or else it would've straightened out the marvelous curls thanks to the NBC studio. After slipping on strappy black shoes and adjusting my three-inch earrings (ouch, I know), I heard Parker call out a second time.

"Honey, I'm leaving!"

"No!" I yelled as I put on the last touches of my mascara. "No, wait just one second!"

I heard a faint mutter which was unmistakably a very quiet murmur of the word "Chicks" tumbling out of Parker's lips.

"I heard that!" I smiled playfully and ran to him, all ready to go.

He put his arm around my waist and all of a sudden, like an unexpected red light, my brain shifted gears and I pulled away, appalled that I had let someone other than my beloved Gordo do that.

"What's wrong?" He truly looked concerned, so I decided to be somewhat nicer than I had thought I would've been.

"Maybe... maybe we shouldn't go." I suggested hastily.

His left eyebrow shot all the way up. "Why?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but of course, nothing came out. There was nothing to say, except, "I don't love you," and I certainly wasn't going to risk Elle's relationship with Parker for that. I had done enough damage to her body already, not to mention other little things I had ruined.

"Is there something wrong?" He put a hand on my shoulder, and I jerked away again. "Is there someone else?"

I shook my head so that there would be no doubt in his mind that Elle McGuire had someone else. "I just... don't want to go."

"Is it because you want to break up?" He asked solemnly.

I just shrugged, because if I had said something, he would've been heartbroken. And I realized that as pretty as this guy's face was, I just wasn't buying the charm. I was still a devotee of Gordo, and that was the way it was going to stay. His Greek god-like body was hard to resist, but I smiled at him with full force now.

"Just... never mind." I waved my hand around for the eight thousandth time that day. "Let's go."

He ran his hand through his sandy-colored hair nervously, reminding me quite a bit of Gordo. I shook my head to myself as we climbed into his car. For a minute (or ten) I had actually fallen in love with someone other than Gordo. Well, maybe not fallen in love with, but I had certainly fallen in to deep like, which was almost as scary. Was my adoration for Gordo so fragile that it couldn't even withstand the simple test of a good looking actor?

A mind-boggling thought struck me then. What if this Parker guy was Gordo? Now, that was a crazy thought, but he could've had a bit of plastic surgery, changed his name, and voila, a new and improved Gordo! I blinked and decided that I had been thinking about odd fantasies like that too much.

The way he ran his fingers through his was awfully attractive and somewhat familiar, though, and I imagined him kissing me. It didn't seem right, like maybe wet and sloppy and he'd have to lean down, like, a foot to get my lips. The muscles would probably crush me to death... okay, this guy was not Gordo. Just my imagination working overtime.

Gordo was the right size, though, to fit into my arms and wrap his around me, to caress my lips with his since he was just a tad bit taller than me. I licked my lips in anticipation for something that wasn't going to happen, and exactly that second, the car screeched to a stop in front of a boring looking building made of gray concrete. It looked as if it had been abandoned for years, except that all of the lights were on and I could see through the window that people were mindlessly chatting away. By the way they were dressed, it seemed as if it were a business meeting.

"Media's not here," he said in satisfaction. "Mission accomplished."

I smiled like I knew what he meant and followed him to the door, clutching my floor-sweeping skirt and wondering if it was appropriate for this party. I had always though that these Hollywood parties were with the girls half-dressed with their snazzy cut-here cut-there dresses, and the guys wearing just jeans and a five-trillion dollar shirt, which they so carelessly tore off the sleeves of. Something like that, with lots of cameras and paparazzi and alcoholic beverages to go around. Not in my wildest dreams had I imagined a five-story building with no limos parked outside, and guys dressed in tuxes and woman in business suits.

I walked in self-consciously, with God-boy next to me, holding my hand. Gross and sweaty from the leather on his steering wheel, I figured. It was okay, though, but nothing like touching palms with my sweetheart. Sweethearts... I had gotten a box of those from him last Valentine's Day, and I threw the ones that say I love you at him, but I didn't think he noticed. He just picked them off the ground and popped them in his mouth... guys will be guys. I shook my head as we glided into the next room. (Only to be met by a mob of one, so it wasn't much of a grand entrance.) Why did everything I thought about link back to Gordo?

"Elle!" An elderly man, rating as ineligible on the Is-He-As-Hot-As-Gordo scale, grinned enthusiastically. (Parker got a 7.5 if you were wondering.) "Parker! Wonderful!" He clapped his hands together. "We've got the dinner ready, just come on downstairs!"

While he bounced away, I whispered to Parker, "Dinner's downstairs?"

He looked at me with a look that implied, 'Don't you know anything?'

I scoffed a scoff that meant, 'No, you moron, I don't.'

Downstairs was kind of an odd place to have dinner, but I didn't say anything, and as we stepped onto the first stair, I knew that had been the right choice. It was like a restaurant, only bigger and fancier and who-knows-what-ier. The lights glimmered, the plates shimmered, waiters at every table, the menus had hundred of choices... amazing.

I soon figured out that this was a witty ruse to keep the media away. Even if it leaked out them that all of these stars were having a private get-together, they'd never figure out where. Nobody showed up in fancy cars, nobody wore fancy clothes (well, formal, but not all expensive-looking and whatnot), the works. The media was completely clueless, and the party was a success. I also learned that there were several different types of parties. Public parties, which were parties where the media slinked all over the place, snapping pictures and getting interviews, private parties, where only a few selective mobs of paparazzi were allowed, and secret parties, what this one was. There were four different types of clothing themes. There was casual, the wear-whatever-you-want, then the showy, where you strut your stuff and show off all you've got and the money that bought it, and the sexy, where you wear the least amount of clothes you can get away with, and then there was the formal, where you wore tuxes and dresses.

After dinner (it was eventless, needless to say), everyone started chatting upstairs. There were groups of only men and only women and groups that were mixed. Most of the talking they were doing was gossiping, but some of it was quite interesting. I politely listened to Parker's group of famous actors and got bored and disgusted after a while. I set off on my own to go eavesdrop on other's conversations. One group of younger female actresses were laughing about something, and when I got nearer to them, they shut up.

Several times people wandered over to me (I was sitting alone quite conveniently in an armchair by the door) and started making mindless chat, which bored the heck out of me. I didn't even understand what some of the people talked about. I was getting uncommonly bored when I heard someone, in a faraway corner of the boredom room, say "David Gordon."

My eyes practically popped out of my head. Yes, it could very possibly be one of the many David Gordons I had talked to that afternoon, but there was still a chance. I mean, how many David Gordons could live in one city? I knew he might not even live in LA, but that didn't bother me. I refused to consider the possibility that he was living somewhere far away. I just had a feeling that he was here.

I followed the voice and grinned in excitement when I found him.

"Hey, were you guys just talking about David Gordon?" I asked politely, interrupting their conversation entirely.

"Uhhh... yeah." A cute-looking guy answered. "My sister works with him. Says he's the sexiest thing on earth."

Sure sounded like Gordo to me.

I looked at him hungrily. "What does he do?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I dunno... something with computers. Rich guy. What do you care?"

I sighed, not wanting to explain the irony of it all. "Childhood friend. Long story." I smiled quickly. "Do you have his address or phone number or both?"

"No..." The guy looked at me up and down, making me feel utterly self-conscious. "But for you, Elle baby, I'll get it."

I suppressed the urge of strangling him for calling me baby. It was all for Gordo. It didn't matter. It was a benefit that I was so good-looking now, or else he wouldn't have gotten it for me.

He made a few calls on his phone call, and for twenty long minutes I was restless. I sat down, tapping my foot so rapidly I couldn't believe it hadn't fallen off by the time he got my information. He hung up with a click, and handed me a piece of paper that said, in scribbled letters:

3746 Parkinson Court

Dynasty, CA

564-235-7431

I kissed the paper and scurried off toward Parker. I was so enthralled that I was almost emotionless. Gordo, Gordo! I found him! 3746 Parkinson Court, Dynasty, CA! Dynasty was about fifteen minutes away from Hillridge, making it twenty-five minutes away from LA. Tomorrow I'd hop on a bus or drive or anything, and get there. There was no way I could fail now!

When I got home, I called him, but no one picked up. I just got his machine, in which he sounded so adorable! It was so nice to hear his voice again. So excited I almost peed in my pants, I went to bed, but not really to sleep, but to dream of what was to come the next day.

Life was good.

A/N: Badly written, rushed at the end... I don't like it much. It didn't make much sense, but still, I needed Lizzie to get contact to Gordo somehow, and this is the first thing that popped into my mind. Seventh grade is very stressful, so be glad I even took time to actually write this out, because trust me, I do NOT have the time anymore. Next chapter is nice. Short, definitely, but nice. And you get to see Gordo!!! Barely, but still. Next chappie's called Lost and Found, so look for that!!

xoxo,

PersonY2K