I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
The sky was clear, cloudless yet cool. Just right for a good long walk.
Everything's A-OK, Gordo thought happily. The kiss, the girl and now . . . He couldn't say it. He couldn't even think of it. Not without getting hard.
He dressed up today more meticulously than their earlier dates. His shoes, casual and cocky at the same time, was good as new. He was wearing denim pants, a little too rugged but that would do. He actually thought tit was sexy. And his long-sleeve shirt, doused with just the subtle amount of man-perfume. More manly, yes, that was how Lizzie would think about his get-up. Manly as in Matt Damon, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and now… David Gordon.
His happy thoughts were suddenly cut off.
He was near Lizzie's house when he noticed an unfamiliar car parked near the driveway. Its gleaming pink-red color oozing with lecherous elegance. He could tell that the owner is a girl. Just the car's plate number is a dead give-away. (SXGODDESS).
He shrugged it off and went to the door.
Stopping by the door, Gordo pushed the bell. He looked back at the ride, wondering who the owner might be. If the owner is as good looking as you… He left the thought unanswered and a smile crept his face.He turned to the door and pushed again. No one came. He tried again. None. That's strange, he thought. The only time no one answers the McGuire's door is when nobody's home. At 7:30 in the morning? Why did she call when they were going o leave then? That is so unlike Lizzie. Come on, he pleaded. An idea bloomed in his head like a mushroom and he smiled again.
Gordo went to the back of Lizzie's house.
Being best friends for their entire life, there are things that only Lizzie and Gordo know. Isn't that the primary purpose of having a best friend? For telling secrets? For keeping secrets? Gordo supposed so. Secrets, all types of secrets. Enemies, crushes (Lizzie had a crush on him in the fourth grade, something that he's secretly proud of) and experiences. But had he shared all his experience with her? What about that little incident with Miranda?
"Miranda," he said unconsciously.
When it comes to Lizzie and Gordo, Miranda is always a side issue. She's always the filler of the gap. Gordo had always felt a little sorry for her. He felt that there are a lot of things that Miranda doesn't know about their friendship. He is standing in front of one of it now.
There was a sturdy tree near the McGuire's window that Gordo discovered good for going in just a few months ago. He'd used it a couple of times already. At first, Lizzie was a little surprised. Her privacy was violated, she used to say. But later on, she didn't mind. Neither did her parents. Of course, they didn't know.
One of the tree's branches reaches exactly at her window, making it easily accessible for guile house intruders or pumped-up boyfriends. Gordo stared at it for a moment. This may be it. This may be his way towards her
Inside her.
Her window was open, much to Gordo's delight, which means that she's home.
He was not the type of person to climb trees or monkey bars or anything at all but when it comes to Lizzie, he would do anything. He eagerly climbed the tree, right hand first then left foot, then left hand and then right foot. In going so fast, a precariously overhanging sharp branch accidentally hit him in the chest. He felt nothing at first but when he saw blood on his shirt, the sharp pain instantly came. "Shit!" he shouted, somewhat a little loud. He continued anyway, now leaning for Lizzie's window. He found it was open and came in with no hesitation.
He closed the window and sat on Lizzie's bed.
Gordo has been in Lizzie's room for almost everyday and it was always the same. The bed, clean but a little ruffled. Her cabinet, always stacked with girly clothes that never fail to make him roll his eyes (Lizzie and Miranda call it the "in" clothes, He calls it a "no good excuse for greedy capitalists to feed on people's superficial blindness"). And of course, the overall ambiance.
But something was different. Somehow her room seems a little more relaxed… more laid back… more sensual. The air in the room was subtly filled with an amative scent.
Gordo was too irritated to notice.
"Dammit! I ripped my shirt!" he said as he lifted his bloodstained shirt. There was a wound just below his left nipple and it was not drawing enough blood to cause panic, but it was drawing enough blood to cause agitation. "Mother…" he muttered.
He rarely gets angry over small things but when he does, there is no way of controlling himself. His heart beats faster, he gets all sweaty and abnormally, he sometimes gets the impulse of biting anything.
Exactly the way he feels when he's extremely horny.
Suddenly, Gordo's vision was engulfed in darkness when a pair of smooth hands covered his eyes. The stranger leaned on him from the back so fast that he barely had time to react.
Just before he was about to turn around, his dream last night returned. Darkness, smoothness and that seducing carnal scent. It reminded him of…
"Miranda!" he almost shouted as the stranger let go of its hands, turned him around and took a great look.
A long, hard look.