The Best Friend...No the Other One
Chapter 1
Gordo's POV
I didn't know it then but that night was different from other nights. The winds shifted once I saw her house, the air had changed. I saw her house and knew that, that was all I needed. It was 3:29 in the morning and I wasn't a bit tired. I stared at her window, noticing the lights were still on in her room. I watched her silhouette pace across the window frame. I know she was worried, when I called her I was in a quite depressing mood. I told her that I couldn't stand it anymore, living the way I did, acting the way I did. I guess I gave her the impression that I was suicidal because she told me to go over right away. At the time, I didn't know what she could do to help me…Lizzie McGuire isn't a chick you can get over that easily. But once I got over there I knew by just seeing the house she dwelled in was enough. Right then and there, I realized I was in love with my best friend… but I was going after the wrong one.
When I saw Miranda finally stop pacing I realized it was time to go in. I looked around for a small enough rock to make a sound but not break the window. I find one right next to her front pathway. I threw it but nothing happened. I look for a slightly bigger one and throw that one. I see her come to the window and push back her curtains. She looks relieved and slightly nervous. She signals to go to the back door. I run to the back of her house and waited until she opened the door. She slowly opened the door and told me to be quite when going up to her room. We tiptoed through her kitchen, that still smelled of Spanish food, and up the steps, which is lined of many pictures of Miranda when she was a baby and of her parents when they where still newlyweds, when we finally reached her room. She opened her door slowly because we both knew that it makes a loud screeching sound when you open it too fast, and she motioned for us to go inside.
I walked into her room and sat on her bed and she closed the door and did the same. There was a moment of awkward silence, I just stared at her, and I see the concern in her eyes. God, she is so beautiful right now, she looks so natural. Then she broke the silence and my train of thought by saying "What's up Gordo, you seemed upset." I noticed she dragged the word seemed. I didn't know what to say to her, I am feeling completely different way then the way I felt when I called her. I finally said, "Do you want to know how I feel now or then?" She gave me a confused look and said, "What do you mean?" What did I mean? I really didn't know. How was I supposed it to explain to her if I couldn't explain it to myself? "Well..." I started to explain. "I guess I mean, that I felt one way on the phone and another, once I got here." She gave me a look that showed she was still confused, "Oh…is that a good thing?" I smiled a said, "A very good thing." That made her smile, "Ok then, tell me then, first"