Lizzie sighed as she tossed a pillow onto the couch, she'd just
finished thoroughly cleaning the living room and had rearranged the pillows
for what seemed like the tenth time that day. But it was worth it, because
tomorrow was going to be a big day, and the house had to look perfect.
Nothing could be out of place.
Sure, Miranda and Gordo had been there countless times, and they seen the house looking it's worst, but their parents hadn't come over to spend the whole day there.
Lizzie shook her head, trying to recall how it had been agreed on, then finally, with a laugh, she remembered the night it had been agreed upon.
It had been parent night at school and her parents had stopped to stop with Miranda's, then the group was joined by Gordo's parents. The group had talked animatedly as Lizzie stood to the side discussing senior year with her friend. When the cluster finally broke part, Lizzie followed her parents out to the car where she had over heard her parents talk about what a great Thanksgiving it was going to be.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Well, you mother decided that since it is the last Thanksgiving before all of you kids start college," her father, Sam, began. "That it would be nice to have a large dinner with everyone there."
"Like all three families?" Lizzie asked in disbelief. "But that's going to be a lot of cooking."
"Well, it wouldn't be only me doing the cooking," her mother, Jo, replied. "Everyone's going to help."
Those were the words that had sealed it. Lizzie sat down on the couch and ran a hand through her messy blonde hair.
"It doesn't matter what you do," her little brother's voice called behind her. "You're still going to look horrible no matter how hard you try to hide your face."
"Matt, go crawl in a hole," she barked. To her surprise, her brother followed the command and retreated to his room.
Sighing, Lizzie stood up and looked around. The living room looked clean enough. Lizzie picked up the cup she'd been drinking from then carried it into the kitchen. She took a drink then sighed to herself.
It was going to be fun to spend the holiday with her best friends. Miranda would keep her entertained, and Gordo, well, he would help balance her out. That's what he always did.
She felt a smile tug at her lips as she thought about Gordo, so thoughtful, caring, considerate, cute. 'Woah,' she thought suddenly. 'Did I just call Gordo cute?' She laughed at herself, well he was cute, in a Gordo sort of way. But, he was her best friend, she couldn't, she didn't, did she?
She shook her head and finished off her drink, her mind drawn back to the holiday that was only hours away.
Though, as fun as spending Thanksgiving with her best friends, Lizzie was uneasy. Three families, three different backgrounds, things were definitely going to get crazy.
Sure, Miranda and Gordo had been there countless times, and they seen the house looking it's worst, but their parents hadn't come over to spend the whole day there.
Lizzie shook her head, trying to recall how it had been agreed on, then finally, with a laugh, she remembered the night it had been agreed upon.
It had been parent night at school and her parents had stopped to stop with Miranda's, then the group was joined by Gordo's parents. The group had talked animatedly as Lizzie stood to the side discussing senior year with her friend. When the cluster finally broke part, Lizzie followed her parents out to the car where she had over heard her parents talk about what a great Thanksgiving it was going to be.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Well, you mother decided that since it is the last Thanksgiving before all of you kids start college," her father, Sam, began. "That it would be nice to have a large dinner with everyone there."
"Like all three families?" Lizzie asked in disbelief. "But that's going to be a lot of cooking."
"Well, it wouldn't be only me doing the cooking," her mother, Jo, replied. "Everyone's going to help."
Those were the words that had sealed it. Lizzie sat down on the couch and ran a hand through her messy blonde hair.
"It doesn't matter what you do," her little brother's voice called behind her. "You're still going to look horrible no matter how hard you try to hide your face."
"Matt, go crawl in a hole," she barked. To her surprise, her brother followed the command and retreated to his room.
Sighing, Lizzie stood up and looked around. The living room looked clean enough. Lizzie picked up the cup she'd been drinking from then carried it into the kitchen. She took a drink then sighed to herself.
It was going to be fun to spend the holiday with her best friends. Miranda would keep her entertained, and Gordo, well, he would help balance her out. That's what he always did.
She felt a smile tug at her lips as she thought about Gordo, so thoughtful, caring, considerate, cute. 'Woah,' she thought suddenly. 'Did I just call Gordo cute?' She laughed at herself, well he was cute, in a Gordo sort of way. But, he was her best friend, she couldn't, she didn't, did she?
She shook her head and finished off her drink, her mind drawn back to the holiday that was only hours away.
Though, as fun as spending Thanksgiving with her best friends, Lizzie was uneasy. Three families, three different backgrounds, things were definitely going to get crazy.