Miranda's Time
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Chapter 9: Let's Talk
 
The rest of the school was dark.  Miranda felt a bit creepy sneaking around in search for Gordo.  She checked all classrooms that had been left open.  Miranda found one staircase that was left open and slowly crept up the stairs.  There was one more place she thought she would look: the library.
       She pushed the door open slowly.  It creaked, sending chills up her spine.
       "Gordo, I really hope you're up here because I am officially freaked." Miranda whispered.  She went to the non fiction part of the library, the section Gordo loved best.  She rounded the corner to find him sitting at a table with his head down.
       "Hey, there you are…" Miranda softly called.  Gordo jerked his head up. "I was worried when you ran off.  I'm not exactly sure why you did."
       "I'm not sure why I did either.  I felt kind of overwhelmed.  It's not often that David Gordon is confused." Gordo replied.
       "Well, if it makes you feel better, I'm confused too." Miranda admitted.  She hopped up on the table.  "It felt weird when we danced."
       "Yeah, it did." Gordo agreed.
       "But it was a good weird...I felt happy.  It wasn't like that with anyone else." Miranda continued nervously.
       "It made my night, too.  Thanks for asking me to dance." Gordo blushed slightly.
       "You're welcome.  I just hope at the next dance we can share more than two dances together." Miranda shyly answered back. She slid off the table and turned to him, "We should go. Lizzie's mom is waiting."  She started to walk to the door, thinking Gordo was following her.
       "Mir, I remember what I was going to tell you." Gordo called still sitting down.  Miranda turned around expectantly.  Gordo got up and walked over to her slowly.  "I just wanted to tell you that I think you look nice…" Gordo stopped and shook his head and took a deep breath, "that I think you look pretty tonight."

     "Thanks," Miranda beamed.  Inside she was melting.  Gordo sure knew how to be sweet.  They left the library arm in arm.  Lizzie was waiting for them by the entrance of the gym.

     "Everything ok?" Lizzie asked hesitantly.

     "Yeah, we're good." Miranda and Gordo smiled at each other. 

     "Well, my mom's here so let's go." Lizzie pointed out into the parking lot.  The three ran quickly to their ride.

     "Thanks for waiting, Mrs. McGuire." Gordo greeted.

     "No problem.  How was the dance?" Mrs. McGuire asked.

     "It was ok." Lizzie sighed.

     "Yeah, ok." Gordo answered.

     "Pretty good." Miranda answered shortly.  Mrs. McGuire smiled knowing full well there were a lot of stories to be shared, but not for her ears to hear.  Mrs. McGuire pulled into the Gordon's driveway and Gordo got out.

     "Night, everyone." Gordo waved.  Everyone waved back.  Mrs. McGuire pulled into their driveway moments later.  The two girls rushed through the door and upstairs.  Lizzie closed and locked her bedroom door behind them.

     "I'm really sorry about pulling you away from Gordo like that.  I just heard people start to talk, so I freaked." Lizzie explained.

     "I know why you did it, and I forgive you, but you can't go around deciding who I dance with by taking opinion polls.  I wanted to dance with Gordo.  It was my choice.  If you would have bothered to spend time with your friends at the dance, you would have seen how much Gordo was not having a good time." Miranda replied scolding Lizzie on her behavior at the dance.

     "Yeah, I know I was wrapped up in Ethan…and I feel really bad about that.  I just thought that if I left his side for one moment he'd forget he was there with me.  Turns out it didn't really matter.  He just wants to be friends.  Only reason he asked me was because his girlfriend from Jefferson was out of town." Lizzie replied with a frown.

     "Ouch.." Miranda squirmed feeling Lizzie's pain.

     "And I really liked him…." Lizzie trailed off starting to cry.  Miranda hugged her friend.

     "Ethan's a derk.  You are so much better than him." Miranda tried to cheer up her friend.  Lizzie pulled out of the hug to dry some of her tears.

     "I just wish for once he would notice me as more than a friend." Lizzie sighed the tears still falling.

     "Lizzie, think about it.  You have it better than any other girl in the school.  Ethan Craft asked you to the dance.  You got to go with Ethan Craft.  Ethan Craft knows you exist.  That's more than a lot of other girls have." Miranda consoled her.  She heard her friends sobs subside.  "Even I wanted to go with Ethan Craft."

     "Miranda you're such a good friend." Lizzie smiled and gave her friend another hug.

     "Just doing my job." Miranda rubbed her nails against her shirt like she was polishing them.  "But, before we talk about anything else, I want to change into my jammies.  Skirts are only comfortable for so long!"

     "Agreed!" Lizzie nodded her head.  Miranda picked up her bag and went to the bathroom to change while Lizzie changed in her room.  A few minutes later the girls reunited.

     "So give me the 4-1-1 or Gordo." Lizzie pried as she flopped onto her bed.

     "Um, I'm not sure what you mean." Miranda tried to get off the subject.

     "Oh, come on.  I saw how you were dancing, all close and everything." Lizzie giggled pulling her knees up to her chest.

     Miranda thought for a moment before sitting down on the floor, crossing her legs.  She looked up at Lizzie with a curious expression on her face.  "Have you ever felt something that you thought was cool, but later when you thought about it you weren't so sure you felt what you think you did?"

     "I don't think I'm following you." Lizzie replied shaking her head.

     "Dancing with Gordo was awesome…and maybe it felt more awesome than it should have." Miranda continued.

     "Miranda, are you saying you like Gordo…as in you like him like him?" Lizzie asked excitedly.

     "I don't know…maybe" Miranda answered and then smiled thinking about the dance she shared with Gordo.  Lizzie squealed at the earth shattering news. 

     "But, I don't want him to know.  None of this conversation leaves the room." Miranda flat out demanded.

     "Pinky swear." Lizzie answered and she and Miranda joined pinky fingers.  At that moment, there was a knock at the door.  Lizzie opened the door and her bratty little brother Matt barged in.

     "I smell something gross and it's coming from your room.  Oh wait, it's Miranda." Matt laughed and then ran out of the room.  Lizzie ran to the doorway of her room.

     "You better stay out of here, dog breath!" Lizzie threatened.  She slammed her door shut and locked it.  "You are so lucky your sister is just a baby."

     "Yeah, sure.  I have put up with crying, changing diapers, and throw up.  I sure am lucky." Miranda said disgusted.

     "Well anything is better than having Matt as a brother!" Lizzie groaned and flopped on her bed.  "What time do I need to set my alarm for?"

     "Mmm, better make it for 8:30.  I have to be at the field by 9:30." Miranda thoughtfully answered.  Lizzie set her alarm accordingly.  Miranda snuggled on her inflatable mattress and Lizzie got under her covers.  They both chatted in the dark for a bit before they fell asleep.