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AN/ Lizzie eats a bad slice of pizza that sends her spiraling into a very strange dream sequence. Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo are all fifteen. =D
"I just had to have that slice of pizza." Lizzie moaned clutching her stomach in pain.
"Why. It wasn't that good a pizza anyway." Miranda said wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Your concern is so touching, Miranda." Lizzie said. She had meant it to come out sounding sarcastic, but she said it so weakly that it sounded sincere.
"Good." Miranda nodded chugging down her soda.
Lizzie had eaten a bad slice of pizza, and was now sick.
"Is Gordo coming?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah. He'll arrive on his white horse, he'll also be clad in a suit of armor." Miranda stated.
"Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?" Lizzie asked.
"Because it's Gordo. He's always there for his friends." Miranda smiled.
"I am so tired." Lizzie groaned. She was reclined on the couch, propped up on pillows, with a blanket thrown over her legs.
"Do you want me to put in a movie?" Miranda asked getting up, and walking over to the television where the v.c.r. was located.
"Sure" Lizzie mumbled sleepily.
Miranda popped in a video, and got engrossed in the movie, while Lizzie fell to sleep.
Lizzie opened her eyes to come face to face with Miranda.
"Liz, come on! It's time to dance!" Miranda said pulling Lizzie onto a dance floor made up of flashing colored tiles. There was a disco ball twirling above them.
"Miranda! What is going on?" Lizzie demanded.
"Miranda! Liz, don't be silly you know I changed my name to Randa ages ago!" Miranda said.
"Mir…" Lizzie started.
"Nope!" Miranda said.
"Fine, Randa. What are we doing here?" Lizzie asked.
"What is wrong with you tonight? Oh! You must have seen Ethan! Doesn't he look groovy?" Miranda asked stretching out the word.
"Do NOT say THAT!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Say what?" Miranda asked.
"You are absolutely NOT getting me to say THAT!" Lizzie said.
"Whatever. Isn't this dance floor that Kat got for the dance totally groovy?" Miranda asked.
"Miranda, what year is it?" Lizzie asked.
" Okay, maybe the teacher was right when he said you needed to study more." Miranda laughed.
"Miranda! I'm serious!" Lizzie said gripping her friend's shoulders firmly.
"1975 of course!" Miranda beamed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lizzie shrieked.
Just then Kate walked over.
"Hi, Kat!" Miranda greeted.
"Hi, Randa! Salutations Liz!" Kate replied.
Now Lizzie was really freaked out. "Where's Gordo?" she demanded.
"Oh! G. is over there." Miranda said pointing a painted lime green fingernail toward the punch bowl.
Lizzie hurried over.
"Gordo?" Lizzie said turning him around.
"What's up, Liz?" he asked.
"Please tell me it's not 1975!" Lizzie begged.
"You want me to lie to you Lizzie?" he asked.
"So, it's 1975?" Lizzie asked.
"Yep." He replied.
Lizzie turned around to come face to face with Ethan Craft.
"Hey, Liz you look groovy." Ethan stated.
"Umm, thanks" she replied.
She turned around to get some punch, and came face to face with a ships railing.
She sucked in her breath, and spun around.
The groovy music had stopped, and instead of Ethan Craft standing in front of her a cabin boy was.
"Excuse me, but what ship are we on?" she asked trying to remain calm as she stared at the churning waters below.
"Are you feeling alright miss? Ah, you probably just have a touch of seasickness that's all. We have an excellent doctor aboard, if you need one. Happens to a lot of passengers their first day a board a normal ship. Most nobody gets sick on the Titanic though. She sails so smooth…" He said.
"Excuse me, but did you just say that we're on the Titanic?" she asked alarmed.
"Yes ma'am I did." He said.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked.
AN/ Did you like it? Should I continue? Please let me know in one of those lovely things called reviews. It would be very much appreciated. I am open to constructive criticism, but not just rude comments! Please keep all reviews G rated! With no bleeped out with stars, or implied cuss words! Thanks! =D