A/N: Okay, I'm alive! Here's the second chapter. MY OTHER STORY WILL BE UPDATED TONIGHT.
Lizzie stared at the letter, her hands shaking. Her first instinct was to call Gordo, but it was only 7:00 AM on a Saturday. He would be tucked beneath the covers still. Miranda wouldn't be up, either. She ran inside clutching the paper and the envelope, up to her room where she dove under the covers and hid. It was probably only a prank, but frankly that didn't make Lizzie feel any better. She couldn't recognize the handwriting, and she hadn't seen anyone come or go from the house. Matt couldn't have gotten downstairs to put it there because he had been vomiting all week. Finally, Lizzie knew she had to do something or she would go insane. She reached her arms out from under the cover and picked up her cell phone from the end table. She flipped it open and dialed Gordo's number.
After ringing a few times, Gordo picked up and said, "Hello?" He had definitely been asleep.
"Gordo?"
"Liz? What's wrong?"
She responded by sniffling.
"LIZZIE. Tell me what's wrong, honey."
After Lizzie had managed to explain her whole situation, Gordo said, "I'll be right there."
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the front door. Lizzie left her bed long enough to let Gordo inside. He followed her upstairs, where Lizzie promptly shut and locked her door (just in case) and wrapped her arms around Gordo.
"It's probably just some stupid joke." Gordo assured Lizzie, stroking her hair.
"Well, it's not very funny."
"You'll be fine."
"Promise?"
Gordo almost made a smart-mouth remark about how he didn't control the universe but that he sure hoped she'd be okay, but decided that a simple "yes" sounded better.
"Will you stay with me for a while, Gordo?" Lizzie asked, nuzzling into him.
"Yeah, but I'm starving. What do you say we go downstairs and make some pancakes?"
"Chocolate chip?" Lizzie whined like a little child.
"Sure." Gordo chuckled.
LM LM LM LM LM
Ten minutes later, Lizzie was sitting at the table watching Gordo flip pancakes onto a plate. She knew she had played the letter thing up a little, but hey, every girl needs to feel pampered once in a while.
"Did you have a good time last night?" Gordo asked, sitting down and putting pancakes onto Lizzie's plate.
"Yes." Lizzie smiled.
"Did I do everything right? I mean, I know these things are really important to girls, and I tried to make sure my tux and the corsage matched your dress and everything…" Gordo babbled, making gestures with a fork. Lizzie silenced him by shoving a piece of pancake into his open mouth.
"Ssh," she said, "everything was absolutely perfect. And I would have still had a great time last night even if the flowers hadn't matched my dress. All I wanted was you, okay?"
Gordo swallowed. "Okay," he leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Lizzie smiled against his lips.
LM LM LM LM LM
"What do you guys wanna do?" Miranda asked, reaching for the popcorn bowl. No reply. Miranda glanced to her left where Gordo and Lizzie were cuddling on the other end of the couch. "If you guys keep doing that, I'm gonna leave," Miranda added. She, Lizzie, and Gordo still liked to spend Saturdays together as best friends, but Lizzie and Gordo sometimes forgot that Miranda was there, too.
"I'm sorry," Lizzie said, stealing one more kiss and scooting off of Gordo's lap. "Mall?" Lizzie suggested.
"Coolie." Miranda said, grabbing her purse.
"Do I get a say in this?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie and Miranda said in unison.
After about an hour in the mall, Gordo couldn't take anymore. "Can I please see if Keith wants to meet us here?"
"Why? So you two can suffer together?" Lizzie smirked. Gordo nodded. "Go ahead."
As Gordo went outside the store to make the call, Lizzie plopped her purse down on a bench and headed off to the clearance rack. A few minutes later, Lizzie turned to look for her purse. It was in a different position than it had been. Not thinking anything of it, Lizzie picked up her purse and went to pay for the jeans she had selected. In line, Gordo snuck up behind Lizzie and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you," he whispered into his ear.
"Mm, I love you, too." Lizzie leaned into him.
"What are you getting?" Gordo asked, pulling away from the comfortable embrace.
"These two pairs of jeans," Lizzie responded, holding them up.
"You'll look great in them."
"Kiss up," Lizzie slapped his arm playfully.
"Is it working?" They both laughed.
At the counter, Lizzie pulled out her wallet to pay. She counted out some cash and handed it over to the checker.
"You dropped this, sweetheart." Gordo said, handing her a slip of paper.
"Thanks." She unfolded it, not remembering quite what it was.
WATCH YOUR BACK.
"Gordo," she said, her voice shaking.
"Yeah?" He turned to face her, and seeing her pale face and quivering hands, he rushed to her aid. "Honey, what is it?" She held up the letter. Reading it, Gordo took Lizzie up into a hug. This was going way beyond a joke, and it was really starting to scare her.
Miranda walked over, then, holding a new shirt. "Hey, you lovebirds," she said, tapping Gordo on the shoulder. She then saw how bad Lizzie looked. "What's wrong with her?" Miranda asked Gordo.
Gordo took a deep breath and began to explain the situation, Lizzie glancing over her shoulder the whole time.