"It is HOT today! Whew." Lizzie McGuire stated as she rolled down the window of her lime green beetle. Lizzie had just come from her classes at UCLA, and was heading back to her apartment, which she shared with her two best friends: Miranda Sanchez and David Gordon (aka Gordo.)
She was having a hard time concentrating on the road, because people who were really pissed off kept honking their horns at her. It didn't help that it was rush hour either. 'Should I tell them, or wait?' she wondered to herself. Her cell started to play 'Pieces of Me,' and Lizzie struggled to reach for it because it was too far over on the passenger seat. Finally she got a good grip on it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, honey."
"Oh, hey mom. What's up?"
"Oh, not much. It's still a little weird without Matt here, getting into some sort of trouble."
(Matt was a freshman at USC, while Lizzie was a senior at UCLA- even though you already knew that.)
"Well, you'll have plenty to handle once we get there on Monday."
"Oh, that reminds me, any special requests for Thanksgiving dessert?"
"Just the classic pumpkin pie. I never get sick of it!"
Lizzie was thinking about asking her mom for advice about her current problem, but thought it would be better to wait until she goes home for Thanksgiving. It was only less than a week away, so it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Mom, I have to go." Lizzie said.
"Okay, bye sweetie. Love you."
"Love you, too."
The moment she turned off the phone, she arrived at her apartment.
When Lizzie got up to her apartment, she turned the doorknob, opened the door and was surprised to see Miranda making out on the couch with her boyfriend, Derek.
"Oh!" Lizzie said, startled. "I'm sorry; I'll just be in my room if you need me."
"That's okay, Lizzie. You don't have to leave. Derek and I just got... distracted when we were making dinner." Miranda said, as she was adjusting her clothes back to their normal position.
"You stayin' for dinner, Lizzie?" asked Derek, trying to change the topic.
"Sure, what are we having?"
"Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans." (Derek was a culinary student and was really talented. Lizzie always enjoyed the meals he cooked.)
"Yum, that sounds good. I have to do some homework. Just yell to me when it's ready. Oh, where's Gordo?"
"He went down to the Laundromat to do the laundry. He should be back soon," Miranda replied.
"Oh, okay."
Lizzie wondered, 'Gordo, doing laundry? He never does the laundry. It always has to be me or Miranda. Oh, whatever.'
Little did Lizzie know, Gordo wasn't doing the laundry.