*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Just a quick note for you before you get into the story, Gordo isn't going to be Jewish in this holiday story and another bit of information is they still live in California, I just moved then up north a bit so they can get some snow. Enjoy! Read and Review! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snow fell softly from the sky in front of eighteen year old David Gordon, his hands were shaking, and he knew he should probably pull over to the side of the road and wait until he'd calmed down enough to drive, but he feared if he stopped the car now, he wouldn't get it started again.
As he slowed the car down at the next light, he glanced around him. The lights were sparkling in store windows. Christmas displays decorated almost every winter, and the ones without had some kind of winter scene.
Christmas was always nice at Hillridge. The small city, though in the northern part of California didn't usually get snow, but this year it was different. The temperature was drastically lower than usual, and had dropped enough that it was snow, not rain, falling from the sky.
Gordo had seen snow before, but the weathermen were predicting that within the coming days, snow may even being to stick to the ground, and he couldn't remember a time when there'd been even an inch of snow outside.
The light changed and Gordo put his foot on the gas pedal. He struggled to keep his mind on driving, on the upcoming holiday activities, on anything at all but what he'd just seen. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to believe it.
'But how do you argue with something you'd seen with your own eyes?' he asked himself.
He turned the wheel, driving into the residential district of Hillridge.
So many houses were decorated with lights, Santas, Rudolphs, elves. In the windows he could see the glitter of Christmas trees. Everything seemed as though it would go on as Christmas had for the past eighteen years, nothing different. But everything was different.
'If only I hadn't gone,' he muttered to himself, 'I never would have saw it, I never would have known.'
He slowed the car to a stop and waited patiently for a pair of kids to cross the street in front of him then started on his way again.
Ahead of him he saw the McGuire house and pulled into the driveway. Inside, he knew his two best friends, Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez, were waiting. A quick glance around the driveway told him Lizzie's parents were gone.
Slowly, he reached forward and turned the car off. He was surprised to see them both, together inside, he'd expected the house to be empty.
Was it because he felt empty? He struggled to believe that they could both could act so normal. If they knew that he knew, would they act the same?
They were both laughing insanely about something and despite the turmoil he was feeling inside, he made a resolution then, he wouldn't tell anyone. It was Christmas time, why should he say anything? He could figure it out on his own. There'd been plenty of things he'd done alone, this wouldn't be any different.
His eyes danced back up to sight in the window. Lizzie brushed back her blonde hair, and laughed. Her beautiful laugh, but now, alone in his car he couldn't hear that laugh, the only sound he heard was the dull pounding of his heart.