Disclaimer: Hello, I do not own Lizzie, Gordo (I wish), Miranda, or any of the other characters in this story. I also do not own the pig-head named Marcus Jones. Nobody owns him, because he is a loser and everyone hates him. Tah-dah!
*Hanging By A Moment*Chapter 1 – Forgetting All I'm Lacking (Or "Prom")
Senior Prom. Miranda, Lizzie and Gordo were all planning on going. Only Gordo, as far as they knew, didn't have a date.
"It's okay, he assured them. "I'll just go by myself. Even though I'm sort of against Prom and everything, it's Prom, and at worst I'll just get called a loser by people I wont see for the rest of my life."
The "big day" drew nearer and nearer and Lizzie and Miranda were kept busy by the combination of studying for finals and dress shopping, the former being somewhat less important.
A week before the "big day" (why do I keep referring to it as that?), Lizzie and Miranda declared their mission completed. They had finally purchased their dresses.
When Gordo was over later, he said, "Hey, Lizzie, you should try on you dress for me, I could tell you how it looks…you know, from a guy's perspective. You, too, Miranda," he added as an afterthought.
"Yeah, I bet," Miranda muttered under her breath, smirking.
"Nice try, Gordo, but everyone knows that seeing someone in their dress before Prom is bad luck."
"That's weddings!" Miranda laughed, jokingly hitting Lizzie upside the head.
"Oh." She shook her head. "Well, whatever. My dress is just gonna have to be a surprise for you, Gordo."
"Oooh, Marcus is totally gonna love it," Miranda gushed, referring to Marcus Jones, Lizzie's date for Prom. He was a transfer from earlier that year who was almost an exact double of Ethan Craft, except for his "yummy golden hair," according to Lizzie, which, according to Gordo, "just had to be Herbal Essences."
At the mention of Marcus, Gordo face fell a little. He sighed, resting his head on his hand, looking away, bored.
"I know! And, Miranda, Tom is totally gonna dig your dress!"
"Hey!" Gordo interrupted, annoyed. "What about me? Helloooo?" He waved his hand between them.
"Oh, sorry, Gordo. So. Spill. What's your dress like?"
"Cut it out, Miranda. Anyway, I gotta get going. See you two later?"
"Definitely."
"Ditto."
"Great. Bye."
A Note: Alright, so that was pretty boring. It gets better, I promise. I'm gonna see if I can type all the chapters up tonight. Then, whenever I get enough reviews, I'll just add another chapter. How fun! J But seriously, tell me how I'm doing! I love getting reviews! (Who doesn't?)