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Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, nor do I own any of the works of Edgar Allen Poe. Obviously, they are, or at least, were owned by Edgar Allen Poe...
Summary: This is your stereotypical Miranda-loves-Gordo-but-he-loves-Lizzie-and-Miranda-is-on-the-edge-of-suicidel angst story.Yeah.
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"For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul."
I fell back on my bed, letting the book slide from my hands. Our literature teacher, Mrs. Hannsen, had told us that Edgar Allen Poe did not write one 'normal' story. But that brought up the arguement of what was 'normal'. I believe there is no normal. Besides, if there was, I think "The Black Cat" is as normal as anything. Sure it is horrific, grotesque, and sadistic, but there are many horrific, grotesque, sadistic people walking around every day. So therefore, its normal.
But there isn't a normal. Everything is normal. Does that make sense?
I guess I say that to reassure myself that I am normal. That it IS normal to sit around having conversations about normality inside your head.
My stomach growled. I was starving. It was around dinnertime, but, gasp and surprise (!)...there was no dinner prepared. And no one to prepare it but me. I popped about ten Totino's Pizza Rolls in the microwave and opened up a Blue Pepsi. How incredibly healthy.
As I flipped on the TV to watch while I ate, my eyes caught sight of a picture of me, Gordo and Lizzie sitting on the side table. I picked it up at kissed Gordo's face. He was so so so wonderful, but so so so in love with Lizzie McGuire. I didn't blame her though, and I didn't hate her for it. She was still my best friend, even though my dream guy was hopelessly smitten with her.
I kissed Gordo's face on more time, then turned my attention to the television to watch Simon diss some people.
I jumped when the phone rang. I grabbed it. "Hello?"
"Miranda?! Where ARE you?!" Lizzie seemed really pissed, but I brushed it off. Lizzie tended to overreact 98% of the time, so I didn't think of this as any big deal.
"Uh...sitting on my couch eating pizza rolls and watching American Idol?"
"But you're supposed to be HERE! Helping set up for Gordo's birthday party? Hello!"
I gasped. What a perfect way to prove my undying love for Gordo. Forget his birthday. "Oh. My God. I'll be right there Lizzie...I just...Oh my God."
Lizzie sighed. "Its okay. Just...hurry over, okay?" She hung up.
I ran upstairs, changed, and put on some make-up. Had to look good for Gordo, you know. Yeah, like he would notice. I knew who he would be wishing for when he blew out those candles, and it wasn't going to be me.
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"Surprise!"
Every year, we had a surprise party for Gordo at the McGuire home. And every year, Gordo acted like he was surprised. It was very obvious he wasn't surprised, but still kind of sweet, in a weird way. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday, Gordo!"
He smiled, his eyes all the while on Lizzie. "Thanks, Miranda." I sighed as he walked over to talk to Lizzie.
"What burden lies opon your soul, fair lady?"
I didn't have to look over to see who it was. "Nothing's the matter, Larry. Its just..." No words came out of my mouth. I shook my head. "Its...nothing. Its nothing."
Larry stared at me for a minute. I knew he liked me, and that my obsessing over Gordo was doing the exact same thing to him that Gordo's obsessing over Lizzie was doing to me. But I couldn't help how I felt and...
Gordo couldn't help how he felt either.
I grabbed a slice of chocolate cake, and began to try to fill the hole in my heart with Pillsbury icing.
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I had a date tonight. Although its seemingly pointless to go out on dates when you're already deeply in love, it is also a perfect cover. So no one knows you're in love. So tonight I was going to the movies with Trevor, and we were going to have a WONDERFUL time, and I'd forget all about whats-his-name.
David Zephyr Gordon.
I pulled on a black top with a red rose on it, then put on my knee length denim skirt. I grabbed my bottle of Love Spell, sprayed it, and spun around in the sweet smelling mist. I looked beautifully perfect, and was ready for my date.
I ran downstairs. He was supposed to be arriving any minute. I checked the clock. It was 6:30. He was supposed to be here at 6:45. I waited patiently on the couch.
6:45 came and went. Soon it was 7:15. The movie had already started, and I was very mad. I went over to the phone to call him when I noticed the blinking red light on the answering machine. I pushed the button.
"Hey...Miranda. Its Trevor. I'm just calling to let you know I can't make it tonight. My little sister has a ballet recital and my Mom is making me go. Sorry. Call me later. Bye."
I screamed. Great. Now it was Friday night, all dressed up, and I had nowhere to go. Wonderful.
Not that I really liked Trevor. But it was disapointing. I had really wanted to see the movie (Finding Nemo) but i was broke. So what was a girl to do?
The doorbell rang. My heart leaped. Maybe Trevor's mom had changed her mind, and we were going to a later showing? I opened the door.
Even better. It was Gordo.
"H-hey," I said. I hoped my voice didn't sound to nervous. He didn't seem to notice.
"Hey," he said, coming in, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I said casually, "I had a date, but he canceled. So here I am. Wanna...watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," he said. He paused. "Lizzie is going out with Ethan tonight."
I nodded. I could feel the anger in Gordo's voice. I LIKED Lizzie and Ethan together. Ethan was sweet, not to mention cute, and it kept her away from Gordo. But Gordo, obviously, didn't approve. I glanced through our collection of DVDs. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't care," Gordo said, so I plucked 'Bill and Ted' out and put it in the DVD player. I popped some popcorn, put in a bowl, got two Cokes, and went back to join Gordo on the couch.
By the end of the movie I was leaning my head of Gordo's shoulder, and his arms were around me. But it was a simply platonic thing. We were best friends. There was no romanticism to it at all.
But his hair sure smelled good.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, nor do I own any of the works of Edgar Allen Poe. Obviously, they are, or at least, were owned by Edgar Allen Poe...
Summary: This is your stereotypical Miranda-loves-Gordo-but-he-loves-Lizzie-and-Miranda-is-on-the-edge-of-suicidel angst story.Yeah.
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"For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul."
I fell back on my bed, letting the book slide from my hands. Our literature teacher, Mrs. Hannsen, had told us that Edgar Allen Poe did not write one 'normal' story. But that brought up the arguement of what was 'normal'. I believe there is no normal. Besides, if there was, I think "The Black Cat" is as normal as anything. Sure it is horrific, grotesque, and sadistic, but there are many horrific, grotesque, sadistic people walking around every day. So therefore, its normal.
But there isn't a normal. Everything is normal. Does that make sense?
I guess I say that to reassure myself that I am normal. That it IS normal to sit around having conversations about normality inside your head.
My stomach growled. I was starving. It was around dinnertime, but, gasp and surprise (!)...there was no dinner prepared. And no one to prepare it but me. I popped about ten Totino's Pizza Rolls in the microwave and opened up a Blue Pepsi. How incredibly healthy.
As I flipped on the TV to watch while I ate, my eyes caught sight of a picture of me, Gordo and Lizzie sitting on the side table. I picked it up at kissed Gordo's face. He was so so so wonderful, but so so so in love with Lizzie McGuire. I didn't blame her though, and I didn't hate her for it. She was still my best friend, even though my dream guy was hopelessly smitten with her.
I kissed Gordo's face on more time, then turned my attention to the television to watch Simon diss some people.
I jumped when the phone rang. I grabbed it. "Hello?"
"Miranda?! Where ARE you?!" Lizzie seemed really pissed, but I brushed it off. Lizzie tended to overreact 98% of the time, so I didn't think of this as any big deal.
"Uh...sitting on my couch eating pizza rolls and watching American Idol?"
"But you're supposed to be HERE! Helping set up for Gordo's birthday party? Hello!"
I gasped. What a perfect way to prove my undying love for Gordo. Forget his birthday. "Oh. My God. I'll be right there Lizzie...I just...Oh my God."
Lizzie sighed. "Its okay. Just...hurry over, okay?" She hung up.
I ran upstairs, changed, and put on some make-up. Had to look good for Gordo, you know. Yeah, like he would notice. I knew who he would be wishing for when he blew out those candles, and it wasn't going to be me.
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"Surprise!"
Every year, we had a surprise party for Gordo at the McGuire home. And every year, Gordo acted like he was surprised. It was very obvious he wasn't surprised, but still kind of sweet, in a weird way. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday, Gordo!"
He smiled, his eyes all the while on Lizzie. "Thanks, Miranda." I sighed as he walked over to talk to Lizzie.
"What burden lies opon your soul, fair lady?"
I didn't have to look over to see who it was. "Nothing's the matter, Larry. Its just..." No words came out of my mouth. I shook my head. "Its...nothing. Its nothing."
Larry stared at me for a minute. I knew he liked me, and that my obsessing over Gordo was doing the exact same thing to him that Gordo's obsessing over Lizzie was doing to me. But I couldn't help how I felt and...
Gordo couldn't help how he felt either.
I grabbed a slice of chocolate cake, and began to try to fill the hole in my heart with Pillsbury icing.
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I had a date tonight. Although its seemingly pointless to go out on dates when you're already deeply in love, it is also a perfect cover. So no one knows you're in love. So tonight I was going to the movies with Trevor, and we were going to have a WONDERFUL time, and I'd forget all about whats-his-name.
David Zephyr Gordon.
I pulled on a black top with a red rose on it, then put on my knee length denim skirt. I grabbed my bottle of Love Spell, sprayed it, and spun around in the sweet smelling mist. I looked beautifully perfect, and was ready for my date.
I ran downstairs. He was supposed to be arriving any minute. I checked the clock. It was 6:30. He was supposed to be here at 6:45. I waited patiently on the couch.
6:45 came and went. Soon it was 7:15. The movie had already started, and I was very mad. I went over to the phone to call him when I noticed the blinking red light on the answering machine. I pushed the button.
"Hey...Miranda. Its Trevor. I'm just calling to let you know I can't make it tonight. My little sister has a ballet recital and my Mom is making me go. Sorry. Call me later. Bye."
I screamed. Great. Now it was Friday night, all dressed up, and I had nowhere to go. Wonderful.
Not that I really liked Trevor. But it was disapointing. I had really wanted to see the movie (Finding Nemo) but i was broke. So what was a girl to do?
The doorbell rang. My heart leaped. Maybe Trevor's mom had changed her mind, and we were going to a later showing? I opened the door.
Even better. It was Gordo.
"H-hey," I said. I hoped my voice didn't sound to nervous. He didn't seem to notice.
"Hey," he said, coming in, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I said casually, "I had a date, but he canceled. So here I am. Wanna...watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," he said. He paused. "Lizzie is going out with Ethan tonight."
I nodded. I could feel the anger in Gordo's voice. I LIKED Lizzie and Ethan together. Ethan was sweet, not to mention cute, and it kept her away from Gordo. But Gordo, obviously, didn't approve. I glanced through our collection of DVDs. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't care," Gordo said, so I plucked 'Bill and Ted' out and put it in the DVD player. I popped some popcorn, put in a bowl, got two Cokes, and went back to join Gordo on the couch.
By the end of the movie I was leaning my head of Gordo's shoulder, and his arms were around me. But it was a simply platonic thing. We were best friends. There was no romanticism to it at all.
But his hair sure smelled good.
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