Title: Spring Fling Drama (Chapter One: The Nightmare Begins)
Summary: Miranda and Gordo go to a school dance together, and Lizzie gets green-eyed.
Archive: Ff.net. Anyone else can take it if they keep my name with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only this lame plot.
Comments: The stuff in single quotes ('') is Toon Lizzie. Ick. Bear with me here, I'm going somewhere with the gross pairing. (G/M)
Feedback: kimmie@quincymail.com
'I am so excited! The Spring Dance is coming up, and not only are Miranda and I on the dance committee, but Ian Thompson just asked me to go with him! Can you believe it? Ian, me? How awesome! I only feel a little bad, because Miranda is still dateless. Maybe I can find her someone by next Friday.' Lizzie grabbed a heart-shaped sponge and dipped it in the pink paint, carefully decorating the poster for the upcoming dance.
"Hey Lizzie. Smile for the camera." Gordo instructed, his camera focused on her.
She turned and gave him a brilliant smile. "Wow. You look happy. What's up?" He shut the side viewer, and sat down beside her on the cafeteria floor.
"Other than getting out of English to paint posters and give my ideas for the dance?" She grinned, setting the sponge in a metal pan.
"Yeah. Hey, about this dance-"
"Ian Thompson just asked me!" She squealed, cutting her friend off.
Gordo's brows came together. "Really. That's cool. Who's Miranda going with?" Lizzie frowned, and turned back to her best friend, who was sketching paper lantern designs for the dance.
"Um, no one asked her yet. I feel bad. Who do you think she'd like to go with? Cause, you know, we could always find someone to ask her." Gordo shook his head.
"Bad idea. She'll know, and then think we made him. She's going to want to do it on her own." Lizzie frowned again, picking up a paintbrush laden with purple paint.
"You're right. Well, are you going?" At Gordo's look of skepticism, Lizzie's mouth dropped open.
"David Gordon, there is no way I am letting you miss out on another one of the joys on adolescence!" Gordo raised a brow.
"Joys? To think I thought this period of my life was all about failure and despondent depressions." Lizzie glared at him.
"You don't have to stay the entire time. Fifteen minutes of drinking soda and dancing with the girl you like. What's wrong with that?"
"Lizzie." Exasperation crossed Gordo's features.
"Fine. Be a stick in the mud, and hate your golden years. You, Gordo, will not drag me down. And I hope you know, I will not tell you one detail of my perfect night." Gordo smiled, turning the facial cast into more of a grimace.
"Darn. You know I was so looking forward to that." Lizzie glared at him again, before thrusting a group of rolled posters and tape into his hands.
"Make yourself useful while I go talk to Miranda. Hang them in good spots, ok?" Gordo tried a salute, only managing to drop a roll of tape and bend the posters.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and approached Miranda's table. Miranda leaned on one elbow, propped against the table. One arm lazily drew intricate lacy lanterns, and a sigh escaped her lips every now and then. Lizzie gave her friend a smile. "Hey, those are pretty good. Do you think they'll be hard to make?" Miranda dropped her pencil, and turned toward Lizzie.
"Do you think Gordo would go with me?"
'Gordo? And Miranda?' Labored giggle. 'Um, that's kind of cool, right? My two best friends in the world, going with me as I accompany the hottest guy in third period history? Yeah, sure.'
"Definitely. Why not? I mean, it's not like he's got anything else to do that night. Are you going to ask him?" Lizzie smiled brightly, hiding her true frown.
"Probably. I mean, he's cute, but he's such a good friend. Would it be totally weird?" Miranda asked, lifting her face from her chin.
'Why is this bothering me so much? I mean, I don't like Gordo, do I? Repeat with me now, I do not like David Gordon. I do not like David Gordon. I do not-'
"Lizzie? Hello? So when should I do? And should it be a friend's thing, or what? This could change our friendship as we know it." Lizzie nodded, distractedly, watching Gordo tape a poster to the wall.
"Um, do it after school at the Bean. Want to go shopping for outfits this weekend?" She shook out of her reverie.
"Definitely. So do you really think he'll go? Maybe it'd be a better idea to not sweat anything until later. I mean, I don't want to weird him out into thinking it is a date, or hurt him by thinking it was friend thing when he thought it was a date, right?" Lizzie nodded.
"That would really be bad. Want to take a break from the lanterns and give me a hand in the poster department? I could use some help hanging the dry ones up." Miranda stood.
"Sure."
'That went well. If I'm so psyched about Ian, why do I suddenly feel like throwing up? What is wrong with me? Gordo has been my friend since forever, and I love Miranda like a sister. Why can't I just deal, especially since I have no feelings for Gordo? Ahh! What am I going to do? Gordo is so right. Teenage life sucks.'
Lizzie's eyes widened as she saw Gordo and Miranda at her locker, talking and laughing.
'Sure, that's a normal thing, but after what happened 6th hour? I'm not taking any chances.'
"Guys! What's up?" She cried, sounding rushed.
Miranda smiled at her brightly. "We were just talking. So are we going to the mall today?" Lizzie nodded, trying to pick up clues from their behavior.
'They are acting entirely too normal. I smell something fishy.'
"Your mom's taking us, right?"
"Yeah. Are you coming, Gordo?" Gordo shook his head.
"That's ok. I'm going to do some editing on my latest documentary. Listen to this- I got the idea from you, Lizzie. "The Joys of Adolescence: Spring Fling Trauma". Like it?" Miranda nodded, not looking too convinced.
"Sounds interesting." Gordo grinned.
"Cool. I guess I'll talk to you guys later, then." The gang parted, and Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm.
"So, did you ask him?" Her attempt at cool came out frantic.
"Calm down, Lizzie. I want to call him later tonight, after we find the perfect outfits." Lizzie took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Oh. That's cool. We'd better get going."
'What am I going to do? I really do not want Miranda and Gordo to go to the dance, but I can't make Miranda not ask him! What ever happened to Ian, anyway? I suddenly know what Spring Madness is all about!'
Summary: Miranda and Gordo go to a school dance together, and Lizzie gets green-eyed.
Archive: Ff.net. Anyone else can take it if they keep my name with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only this lame plot.
Comments: The stuff in single quotes ('') is Toon Lizzie. Ick. Bear with me here, I'm going somewhere with the gross pairing. (G/M)
Feedback: kimmie@quincymail.com
'I am so excited! The Spring Dance is coming up, and not only are Miranda and I on the dance committee, but Ian Thompson just asked me to go with him! Can you believe it? Ian, me? How awesome! I only feel a little bad, because Miranda is still dateless. Maybe I can find her someone by next Friday.' Lizzie grabbed a heart-shaped sponge and dipped it in the pink paint, carefully decorating the poster for the upcoming dance.
"Hey Lizzie. Smile for the camera." Gordo instructed, his camera focused on her.
She turned and gave him a brilliant smile. "Wow. You look happy. What's up?" He shut the side viewer, and sat down beside her on the cafeteria floor.
"Other than getting out of English to paint posters and give my ideas for the dance?" She grinned, setting the sponge in a metal pan.
"Yeah. Hey, about this dance-"
"Ian Thompson just asked me!" She squealed, cutting her friend off.
Gordo's brows came together. "Really. That's cool. Who's Miranda going with?" Lizzie frowned, and turned back to her best friend, who was sketching paper lantern designs for the dance.
"Um, no one asked her yet. I feel bad. Who do you think she'd like to go with? Cause, you know, we could always find someone to ask her." Gordo shook his head.
"Bad idea. She'll know, and then think we made him. She's going to want to do it on her own." Lizzie frowned again, picking up a paintbrush laden with purple paint.
"You're right. Well, are you going?" At Gordo's look of skepticism, Lizzie's mouth dropped open.
"David Gordon, there is no way I am letting you miss out on another one of the joys on adolescence!" Gordo raised a brow.
"Joys? To think I thought this period of my life was all about failure and despondent depressions." Lizzie glared at him.
"You don't have to stay the entire time. Fifteen minutes of drinking soda and dancing with the girl you like. What's wrong with that?"
"Lizzie." Exasperation crossed Gordo's features.
"Fine. Be a stick in the mud, and hate your golden years. You, Gordo, will not drag me down. And I hope you know, I will not tell you one detail of my perfect night." Gordo smiled, turning the facial cast into more of a grimace.
"Darn. You know I was so looking forward to that." Lizzie glared at him again, before thrusting a group of rolled posters and tape into his hands.
"Make yourself useful while I go talk to Miranda. Hang them in good spots, ok?" Gordo tried a salute, only managing to drop a roll of tape and bend the posters.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and approached Miranda's table. Miranda leaned on one elbow, propped against the table. One arm lazily drew intricate lacy lanterns, and a sigh escaped her lips every now and then. Lizzie gave her friend a smile. "Hey, those are pretty good. Do you think they'll be hard to make?" Miranda dropped her pencil, and turned toward Lizzie.
"Do you think Gordo would go with me?"
'Gordo? And Miranda?' Labored giggle. 'Um, that's kind of cool, right? My two best friends in the world, going with me as I accompany the hottest guy in third period history? Yeah, sure.'
"Definitely. Why not? I mean, it's not like he's got anything else to do that night. Are you going to ask him?" Lizzie smiled brightly, hiding her true frown.
"Probably. I mean, he's cute, but he's such a good friend. Would it be totally weird?" Miranda asked, lifting her face from her chin.
'Why is this bothering me so much? I mean, I don't like Gordo, do I? Repeat with me now, I do not like David Gordon. I do not like David Gordon. I do not-'
"Lizzie? Hello? So when should I do? And should it be a friend's thing, or what? This could change our friendship as we know it." Lizzie nodded, distractedly, watching Gordo tape a poster to the wall.
"Um, do it after school at the Bean. Want to go shopping for outfits this weekend?" She shook out of her reverie.
"Definitely. So do you really think he'll go? Maybe it'd be a better idea to not sweat anything until later. I mean, I don't want to weird him out into thinking it is a date, or hurt him by thinking it was friend thing when he thought it was a date, right?" Lizzie nodded.
"That would really be bad. Want to take a break from the lanterns and give me a hand in the poster department? I could use some help hanging the dry ones up." Miranda stood.
"Sure."
'That went well. If I'm so psyched about Ian, why do I suddenly feel like throwing up? What is wrong with me? Gordo has been my friend since forever, and I love Miranda like a sister. Why can't I just deal, especially since I have no feelings for Gordo? Ahh! What am I going to do? Gordo is so right. Teenage life sucks.'
Lizzie's eyes widened as she saw Gordo and Miranda at her locker, talking and laughing.
'Sure, that's a normal thing, but after what happened 6th hour? I'm not taking any chances.'
"Guys! What's up?" She cried, sounding rushed.
Miranda smiled at her brightly. "We were just talking. So are we going to the mall today?" Lizzie nodded, trying to pick up clues from their behavior.
'They are acting entirely too normal. I smell something fishy.'
"Your mom's taking us, right?"
"Yeah. Are you coming, Gordo?" Gordo shook his head.
"That's ok. I'm going to do some editing on my latest documentary. Listen to this- I got the idea from you, Lizzie. "The Joys of Adolescence: Spring Fling Trauma". Like it?" Miranda nodded, not looking too convinced.
"Sounds interesting." Gordo grinned.
"Cool. I guess I'll talk to you guys later, then." The gang parted, and Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm.
"So, did you ask him?" Her attempt at cool came out frantic.
"Calm down, Lizzie. I want to call him later tonight, after we find the perfect outfits." Lizzie took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Oh. That's cool. We'd better get going."
'What am I going to do? I really do not want Miranda and Gordo to go to the dance, but I can't make Miranda not ask him! What ever happened to Ian, anyway? I suddenly know what Spring Madness is all about!'