| Gordo perplexed to the news he just found out he simply looked to Miranda. "Pregnant?" Miranda nodded her head she then lowered her head and began to divert herself from the situation she had just set herself into. "Well it can't be that bad…" Gordo shut himself up very quickly after that. He just realized it was bad enough with no adults, but with no parents and a pregnancy he just could not be optimistic about that. He curled his lips and kept silent. Miranda continued to wipe her tears. "Are you really sure nothing has happened here? No rebellion of kids, no deportations?" Gordo nodded but then shook his head. "Except for the deportations, and that's when Lizzie left…" Miranda looked up to face Gordo. "Woah…hold on a sec Lizzie isn't here?" Gordo nodded his head. "I was shocked as much as you are. She didn't even say goodbye…" "W…we…well maybe she will come back, would she?" Being the elaborate soul that Gordo was he finally noticed the Miranda he knew in middle school. He took half smile and then turned his face to a very doubtful look. "I wouldn't be too sure about that. Lizzie was very specific in her note that she would not leave her parents to die on they're own. Plus she said if this virus was killing children even over the age of ten, that Matt was at a very high risk, and she would never put him in that situation." "Oh…" Miranda bowed her head again and went back to the trifle of the bathrobe string. Silence embraced the Gordon household for the rest of the night. Both Miranda and Gordo just were simply too traumatize to even bring up the issues of food and survival. They still had to break from the simple bubbles of fantasy and start telling what was reality and what was fantasy. The summer birds began chirping and it was too hard for Gordo to even think about Lizzie. He just walked away from the stairwell and sat in the big armchair. The smell was of peppermint and cigar smoke, it smelt exactly like his Father. Sitting back he let the chair sink him into the bliss and comfort. Falling asleep for as long as he thought it was, Gordo awoke once again to the voice of Miranda. "Gordo? Gordo?" Opening his eyes he looked to Miranda who was sitting on the coffee table and still in the bathrobe. "Hmmm…what?" Gordo rubbed his eyes to the fresh beam of light that was beading down on his face. "I can't go on living if I don’t have clothes!" Gordo rolled his eyes. "I know that…" "Well?" "Well what?" "You know I hate when a question is asked with another question!" Gordo took a big sigh and ran a hair through his fingers. "Well what do you want me to do about it?" "Well don't you have any clothes I can borrow. I really don't fit your mum's." Gordo was a bit hesitant. "You want to borrow my clothes?" Miranda nodded and then gave half a laugh. "I don't look half bad as a boy." Gordo laughed. "Ah the good old days with the three of us. I still never understood how you got that spaghetti out of your hair…" Miranda looked at a piece of her hair. "Yeah…So can I borrow some clothes?" Gordo sighed again. "Why dress as a boy? Why not just borrow clothes from…" Gordo instantly stopped himself, and knew that there was no point in going on. "Borrow from who Gordo?" "Uh…Nothing forget about it!" Gordo hesitant to bring up the name of his forgotten love he simply smirked softly and then left Miranda alone, and walked up to his room. Passing his favorite plane models and other hobbies he walked to his closet and opened it. Grabbing a pair of his old outgrown pants he took the best pants and a T-shirt. Going back downstairs he handed the clothing to Miranda. "Thanks…" |