I don't own Lizie McGuire
It took Gordo at least thirty minutes to change his sweaty bedsheets. With the air-conditioner on, he was amazed at the amount of sweat he exuded. He took a moment and tried to remember if he perspired like that before. . . Gym class, he finally recalled. Only those times were a lot less exciting. Basketball, dodgeball, jogging and a whole lot of those laborious physical activities were not for him. Hordes of exhausted and sweaty teenagers clamped together in a small area of the steamy school gym. But this time, the sweating was good.
Some dream, he thought. A mischievous grin crept on his face. When he was done changing the bedsheets, he took off his shirt and grabbed a fresh one. Gordo caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and stared for a moment. He was growing up. His boyish body was now firmed with adolescent flesh and his short bones are longer. He posed sideways to catch the sunlight on his chest and abdomen. Not fat, not bony. Just enough for a girl to lay on while he humps her hard. He put his shirt on and headed downstairs.
"Good morning David," greeted his dad, in his everything-has-a-scientific-explanation tone.
"Good morning dad."
"How was last night?"
Mr. Gordon is no ordinary father. As a psychiatrist, his only conversations with Gordo are about his inner feelings and his subconscious thoughts. Now that he's asking about last night's date, Gordo was a little surprised.
"It was great! We really had a good time."
Mrs. Gordon came in with fresh pancakes.
"It's good to see you and Lizzie in a different light, David." Her mother commented. She's also a psychiatrist.
"Different light?"
Her mother looked at him with raised eyebrows. Gordo easily comprehends most of her metaphors but apparently this one was new to him.
"A new level," she said matter-of-factly, "about your relationship."
Gordo's parents really like Lizzie. Every time she was at their house, they feel like she was their long lost daughter. And Lizzie was actually like them, just a little more clueless and sometimes boring. But Gordo couldn't say that out loud, could he? He loves his parents and he loves Lizzie. And now, all is almost perfect.
When Gordo was younger, they knew that he and Lizzie have secret crushes on each other. They could tell it by the way that they looked at each other when one didn't notice. They've always thought it was cute.
"Yeah, Lizzie and I are finally together," he said with a dab of pink forming on his cheeks, "I'm so happy." He was smiling.
His parents looked at each other, then at him with smiles on their usually serious faces.
Okay, something's up. Gordo alarmingly thought. "Is there something wrong?"
They chuckled.
"No, nothing's wrong," said his father, "we're just happy for you and Lizzie."
"And speaking of Lizzie," her mother added, "she called just twenty minutes ago, she said something about a little surprise."
Surprise?Could this be IT?
With his face puzzled, he started eating his pancakes in excited silence.
His parents looked at each other one more time and ate their share.