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~Lock Down~

Chapter 1

A knock on her door. She goes to answer it. "Gordo…hi."

"Hey," he answers. "Can I come in?"

That was Gordo, always polite, always asking. "Of course."

But why was he here now?

He walks in and stands in the middle of the room, bouncing nervously on his toes.

"What's up?" Lizzie asks, sitting on the bed. It's getting late. They need to sleep. They have a long plane ride home.

"I…wanted to talk to you." He says this in a rush, not quite looking at her.

"Okay. About what?"

"Earlier. On the roof. When we…"

"Kissed?"

He nods, looking…embarrassed?

"What about it?" She asks. It comes out sounding harsh. She doesn't mean it that way. She has a headache. She was going to go to bed. She wanted to talk to Gordo about the kiss anyway. Just not tonight. Not now. She's in a bad mood, too, because Ethan and Kate are still out. Together. Somewhere in Rome, the City of Romance. Not that she still likes Ethan. He's not her type, but she's jealous, and her nerves are on edge.

"I was wondering….what it…meant to you, I guess." He is having trouble stringing parts of his sentence together. He's never been this nervous before. She had never kissed him before, true, but still, this was part of Gordo she had rarely ever seen.

"What it meant to me? I don't know…" What did it mean?

"Cause, I mean, I know you still like Ethan and everything, I mean, I don't really know why, but I know you do and he's the only guy you'd ever think about going out with but…"

"What?" She says sharply, standing up form her perch on the bed. "What did you say?"

" I said that, um…" Crap. When he gets nervous he starts babbling. Or he can't speak at all. Either he shuts up or won't shut up, and tonight he wishes is could have been the former.

"Ethan's the only guy I'd ever consider going out with? You know I still like him? Since when do you know all this about me?"

"I, um, I, um, what I meant, um, was, um, that I, I, I really, I, um…" And there was the shutting up. Right when I don't need it. Arrrrgh.

"You know what?" Her voice is rising, getting higher. "I really don't care what you came here to tell me, 'cause you know what?" He barely has time to say "what?"  before she continues, "I don't want to hear it! So get out!"

"But, I—"

"GET OUT!"

He turns towards the door, reaching out to pull it open.

"David Gordon, don't you dare move."

Hr faces her, mouth hanging open. Is this for real?