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Created on: June 16, 2008
"Gordon!What is the matter with you today? You have been going to the backyard every few minutes since you got back from school!" Gordon's mother exclaimed from the nursery.
"I could do with a little help with the laundry if you have some spare time!" She sounded annoyed.
"Oh Valerienayou are the planet in my universemy rose my sunshineooooooooohhhh Vaaaaaaaleeerrrriiiieeenaaa!"
What! I'll kill that smelly little bug! Gordon fumed when he heard his little brother singing the words he had spent the whole night composing. The little sneak must have stolen into his room when he was in the shower or something.
Gordon was seventeen, a tall dark haired boy, who lived with his parents, his ten-year-old brother and a one-year-old baby sister.
Like most boys of his age, he liked music and talked about girls a lot. However, unlike most boys of his age, he believed that women are meant to be wooed with flowers and sweet words and not just pushed into a corner and pawed with four letter words.
Gordon heard a loud crash followed by his mother's pain-filled scream of his little brother's name. Bob had waltzed into Gran's urn in the top shelf of the corner stand, which crashed down with the family portrait on the bottom shelf.
Good! Gordon grinned to himself as he made his way to the backyard once again. Bob would be grounded until eternity, Gran got a chance for some family reunion and his Mum an excuse to go shopping.
Now he would be left alone for the most important journey of his life, a quest for Valerie. She was his goddess, his jewel of inestimable value.
Gordon shook his head; he had to stop daydreaming and running classic monologues in his head, this was not a 12th century theatre act.
That was another thing that made him a 21st century freak; what healthy boy of his age spent their time with Mark Twain, H.G Wells and Miguel De Cervantes?
He needed a clear head for what he was about to do, he could not afford to mess this up.
Valerie, a fifteen-year-old girl had moved in next door with her grandparents about a month ago. Although Gordon had been over to Mr and Mrs Lewis' house on errands at the slightest excuse; he and Valerie never exchanged more than Hello' and See you around!"
However, Gordon could hear the words in the silence, he felt the sparks in the smiles they exchanged and knew in his heart that they were meant for each other.
He decided to make the first move. He tried to catch up with her in school, but he always lost his nerve. She sometimes lay on an old camp bed,
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