What Could Have Been
*Hides behind bed while people throw stones* I am SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating in more than a week. You have no idea how hectic my week has been. My work load has, like, tripled. I feel just awful for making so many wonderful people wait while I get another chapter of this stupid story out. It's long though, not as long as some, but longer than most. It's about six pages, which is pretty good. Chapter three was eight.
Ooh URGENT, PLEASE READ: This is where you (the readers) get to help me. It's nothing big, but I want a little help. I don't really like the title I've got right now, and I want to change it. Problem is, I have no idea what to call it. Here's what you can do; Review ;) and post a title you think is appropriate. The one I like best, will be the one I change it to. Don't worry though, I won't change it till my after my next chapter post, so everyone will know where to go to find the story. Thanks a bunch, you guys are great!
Anyway, not much else to say except sorry, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter. It was quite fun, and it includes a long, healthy conversation with Ms Miranda Sanchez. I finished it quite quickly, so if it doesn't sound right, sorry.
Anyway, enjoy the story, have a wonderful day, and I'll see you soon. _______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 7: Oh, This Is Never Good
Quicker than expected, an hour came and went and it was time for Gordo to be heading off towards his own home. His parents would be leaving the day after tomorrow, but Gordo was still needed to help them start packing today. If it were anything like the last time his parents went on a trip, they would need all the time they could find.
After a good night to the McGuire's and a quick peck on the cheek and a promise to call later to Lizzie, Gordo was on his way home.
Lizzie sat for a few minutes alone on the front porch, before sighing happily and heading inside.
She decided quickly that a nice long, relaxing bath was in order, to help calm down her over excited nerves.
Lizzie quickly explained what she was doing to her parents - who were out in the back yard enjoying the fresh air, and after yet another seemingly endless stream of 'thank you's' Lizzie headed upstairs to go get ready for her bath.
She found a clean towel in the linen closet and picked out some nice fresh clothes from her bedroom closet to put on afterwards.
Finally happy enough that she was all set for her relaxation time, Lizzie headed for the bathroom, only to be cut short by the annoyingly high pierced, shrill sound of the phone ringing.
Growling slightly at the interruption, Lizzie quickly yelled down an "I'll get it!" to her parents and then picked up the phone from the upstairs hook.
"Hello, McGuire residence, Lizzie speaking," she answered in that fake sort of happy way that everyone always answers the phone like. Her only reply was deep breathing and nothing else.
"Hello?" She asked, and was met with yet more breathing. A couple more seconds of this and then Lizzie sighed, long and deep.
"Matt! Its Lanny!" Lizzie called out to her little brother, holding the phone up to her chest to muffle the sounds of her yelling.
Seconds later, Matt came bursting out of his room like he had been there the whole time. To Lizzie, that's where he had been, little did she know of his previous little excursion and sighting.
The spiky haired pre-teen grabbed the phone out of Lizzie hands without so much as a word to his older sister. In fact, he wasn't even looking at her. Lizzie put this down to him just being the horrible little brother she thought he was, and that was true, too. She just didn't know that the reason he wasn't looking at her was because if he did he would probably burst out laughing.
"Talk to me Lanny," he said instead to his friend over the phone and quickly went inside his room and shut the door.
Lizzie watched all this happen with a look of utter disgust. He was up to something and she knew it. He was always up to something, but Lizzie felt this time it was something else; something bigger. The trouble was finding out what exactly, and then catching him in the act to rat him out to mum and dad.
Shrugging the weird feeling off, Lizzie resumed her walk to the bathroom door, thankful for no more interruptions.
Locking the door, Lizzie shed her clothes and turned the water on, setting the temperature to hot. She added some lavender bath oils to give her skin a beautiful smell to it.
When the bath was near overflowing, Lizzie turned off the tap and slipped in, immediately closing her eyes and sighing at the water heating her skin.
It was there that she spent the better part of an hour soaking in the refreshing water.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mum, dad?" Matt McGuire stepped out into the back porch, setting his gaze upon his parents, who were lounging lazily, while the breeze shook the leaves on the trees. Jo was reading Time magazine and Sam was painting yet another of his infamous lawn gnomes. His tongue was stuck out in concentration, and his eyes were squinted as he added detail to the creepy, small lawn ornament.
At the sound of her son's voice, Sam gave a small grunt of acknowledgment, then went back to his task at hand.
Jo, on the other hand, looked up from her magazine with an inquisitive glance. Matt couldn't help but see the suspicion lying just behind her eyes, however. She would never fully trust her son, but Matt didn't worry. After he told them what he was going to say, his mum would be too busy grounding his sister for life to be worried about how her son found out this information.
"What is it honey?" Jo asked, after a moment of silence had passed and nothing had been said.
Adopting a look of pure innocence and brotherly concern, Matt edged his way towards his parents.
"Dad? I think you should be listening for this," Matt requested before saying anything else.
At this, Jo gasped, and Sam did in fact look up. It was very rare indeed that one of their children would ask to have him listening for anything they had to say. Usually they left him alone to his own business. It was usually only for very important matters that they would request his attention.
"Oh honey what is it? What happened?" It sounded as if it were hard for Jo to keep her emotions in check. Matt chuckled internally; he was good. He was really good.
"Mum, dad, I've got something to say," he finally said, and paused for good effect. He looked towards the ground, acting ashamed for having to say this.
"And I'm not sure you're going to like it. It fact, it may shock you." He once again turned his gaze to his parents. Sam was staring intently at his son, waiting for him to continue. Jo was near tears.
"It's about Lizzie..."
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Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening downstairs, Lizzie got out of her bath, happy that she was relaxed, and studying intently her pruned fingers.
Changing into her clean clothes, Lizzie quickly set a blow-drier to her mass of thick blonde hair. Confident it was dry enough, she set the drier down, and ran a comb through her blonde locks, smiling at her image.
Lizzie left the bathroom, reflecting on all that had happened in the past couple of hours. Gordo would be staying at their place, for ten days! Her boyfriend would be living temporarily with her. Could life get much better? She didn't think so.
However, if life couldn't get much better, there was only one way it could go, and that was down. And Lizzie didn't know how right she was in thinking that.
Lizzie set off down the stairs, heading to the kitchen to grab something to drink. A quick look outside told Lizzie her parents were still in the garden, talking heavily with her brother.
Lizzie felt an eye roll coming on. Figures he would get himself in trouble, yet again. She wondered what he had done to get her mother looking so upset.
Shrugging, Lizzie went back to the task of getting herself some juice. She had just poured herself a glass of apple juice when the phone ringing made her jump a little in surprise.
Seeing her family indisposed at the moment, Lizzie grabbed the portable, and took a quick sip of her juice.
"McGuire residence, Lizzie speaking," she spoke happily into the receiver. She didn't have to fake it this time, she truly was happy.
"Liz?" A voice over the other end spoke, the connection crackling a little.
"MIRANDA!" Lizzie immediately yelled, her face lighting up in both surprise and joy.
"Lizzie! Oh my gosh! I haven't spoken to you in like, forever girl! How you been chicka? How are you handling being stuck at Hillridge without me?"
Miranda went a mile a minute, asking so many different questions Lizzie found it hard to know where to start. She decided the answer the last question first, the one that had brought the biggest smile to her features.
"I'm handling it quite well. I've had a few," she coughed, "things going on to keep me busy."
There was silence for all of a second while Miranda pondered Lizzie's words, and then a shriek.
"Ah! What happened? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Did Ethan Craft ask you out? Oh, my gosh! That would be so cool!"
"Whoa, whoa, Miranda, hush!" Lizzie grinned at her friend's hurried rants. She sounded so excited. And it was funny, not once, in those past two days, (no way was it only that long ago) did Lizzie think of Ethan Craft, supposedly the hunkiest-hunk ever to grace Hillridge with his presence. Now, in Lizzie's eyes, there was a new hunk, and his name was David Gordon.
"No, Ethan did not ask me out," she answered her friend, and heard a deep sigh over the other end of the phone.
"Oh, bummer," came the reply. "Well, it's alright, there is always next time." Lizzie noticed that Miranda was trying to be supportive, and Lizzie only hoped that when she told her what she had to say that Miranda would have some of that supportiveness remaining.
Lizzie couldn't, no wouldn't be able to bear it if Miranda didn't approve of her and Gordo's relationship. It still wouldn't change the fact that Gordo and her were dating, but it would be horrible if Miranda didn't understand, or didn't like it.
Shaking her head softly to clear herself of such thoughts, Lizzie realised that Miranda was probably waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that Miranda," Lizzie answered, closing her eyes and praying to God to give her the strength she needed. Silly of her to ask though. This was her best friend she was talking about; of course she'd be supportive.
"Oh, why? Eugh, did Kate nab him again? Don't worry chicka, they'll be broken up by next week, promise."
Lizzie smiled, despite herself. Yeah, Kate and Ethan were together, but Miranda was right, as of next week they'd be ex's. It was always funny to watch them break up then get back together again, but that wasn't the point.
It was time to get back to the real point.
"Well, yeah, they are going out, but that doesn't really matter, not anymore," Lizzie gathered her courage and proceeded. "Miranda, promise me you won't freak out," she started.
"Promise," Miranda answered quickly, and even though she promised, Lizzie could almost see her on the edge of her seat, ready to jump.
"I, well, I sort of have a, uh, I have a boyfriend." Lizzie concluded, releasing air that she didn't even know she was holding.
Lizzie waited patiently for Miranda's reply, and for a couple of minutes there was silence, until:
"ARGH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ARGH! LIZZIE, WOW!"
The yelling was so loud that Lizzie could still hear perfectly even if she held the phone at arms length.
Not long after, Lizzie heard some shouting in Spanish in the back round.
"Sorry, mama," Lizzie heard after she put the phone back to her ear, feeling confident that there would be no more yelling. Okay, so she did expect a reaction quite along the lines of this, but nothing so loud.
"Lizzie, that's fantastic!" Miranda spoke, her voice dropping to normal speaking level, although she was still overly excited, Lizzie could tell, even if she couldn't see her.
"Who is he, who's the lucky guy?" Miranda immediately asked after the initial shock had worn off.
It was here that Lizzie froze. Okay, moment of truth. If you get this over and done with, and you're still in one piece, then you're doing good McGuire.
"Isk Gorbo," she said quickly, slurring her words together to make her sentence virtually undetectable.
"What?" Miranda asked, and Lizzie could practically see her friend screw up her nose in confusion.
"Well," Lizzie started again. "You know him actually. His first name is David."
The wheels were turning in Miranda's head, but unfortunately not fast enough.
"David, I don't think I know a David. What's his last name, then I might remember."
Lizzie took a deep breath in.
"Gordon," she finally replied, and then she waited. She didn't have to wait long.
"Gordo!" Miranda yelled, but not quite as loud as last time. It was obvious she had gotten in trouble before, and she probably didn't want a repeat performance.
"You're dating Gordo! No way, no freaking way! Since when?"
'Well,' thought Lizzie, she was taking this rather well.' Sort of like the calm before the storm.
"Since, uh, wow, since just yesterday." For probably the millionth time, Lizzie found herself thinking how it couldn't possibly have been only a day. So much had happened in the space of twenty-four hours; it was hard to believe.
"Oh girl, that's fantastic! I knew it! Well, so did everyone else at school, but I knew it first." Miranda sounded so unbelievably happy, with both herself and the situation.
Lizzie then crinkled her brow at the statement. Had everyone known, except her and Gordo? She thought back to what Kate had said at the Murder Mystery Party. According to her, everyone at school had known Gordo had liked her, and now she had Miranda backing her up. Were they really that blind?
"Randa, I cannot believe how cool you're being about this...I"
"Cool, I've wanted this since I became friends with you too. About time I say, I'm just sorry I wasn't there to see it, although," Lizzie could practically see her grinning slyly. "It probably would have been a mood kill."
"Miranda!" Lizzie yelled, her eyes popping in a comical fashion. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and grinned despite herself.
"You know I'm just playing," Miranda amended, but Lizzie couldn't help but feel Miranda liked every second of that.
"Yeah, I know, oh, and I haven't even told you the best part yet. Wait till you hear this. His parents are going away for a while, and so my mum agreed that he could stay here, with us. He's going to be living with us for ten days, can you believe it?"
Silence was her only answer.
Darn... Maybe I shouldn't have told her about the living arrangements just yet, I think I gave her a coronary just by admitting everything else. Open mouth, insert foot.
Oh boy, she really put her foot in it on that one. Miranda had gotten over the fact that she was dating Gordo quite easily, but knowing they were temporarily living together, that would be hard to accept. And the fact no one else knew of the couple factor.
"Miranda, I know this is quite a shock, but maybe I should tell you everything. This may seem weird, but he loves me Miranda, and I love him. I love Davi...."
Lizzie's sentence was cut short but a soft clicking sound. Miranda had hung up on her.
"Miranda? Hello? Are you there?" She wasn't, the only reply Lizzie got was the dial tone.
Why would Miranda hang up on her?
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A/N: Okay, hope you enjoyed that, it was fun to write. I cannot express how sorry I am for such a long delay. As I said before, I had school work commitments. The next chapter will be up in much less time, I assure you. If work doesn't get in the way. Again, sorry, but I hope that was enough for making you wait.
Next chapter: Why did Miranda hang up? What will Matt say? What will Jo say, and Gordo finally moves in. All that and more, next week. Stay tuned.
(And drop a review) Come on, you know you want to :D
Ciao for now
Em
*Hides behind bed while people throw stones* I am SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating in more than a week. You have no idea how hectic my week has been. My work load has, like, tripled. I feel just awful for making so many wonderful people wait while I get another chapter of this stupid story out. It's long though, not as long as some, but longer than most. It's about six pages, which is pretty good. Chapter three was eight.
Ooh URGENT, PLEASE READ: This is where you (the readers) get to help me. It's nothing big, but I want a little help. I don't really like the title I've got right now, and I want to change it. Problem is, I have no idea what to call it. Here's what you can do; Review ;) and post a title you think is appropriate. The one I like best, will be the one I change it to. Don't worry though, I won't change it till my after my next chapter post, so everyone will know where to go to find the story. Thanks a bunch, you guys are great!
Anyway, not much else to say except sorry, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter. It was quite fun, and it includes a long, healthy conversation with Ms Miranda Sanchez. I finished it quite quickly, so if it doesn't sound right, sorry.
Anyway, enjoy the story, have a wonderful day, and I'll see you soon. _______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 7: Oh, This Is Never Good
Quicker than expected, an hour came and went and it was time for Gordo to be heading off towards his own home. His parents would be leaving the day after tomorrow, but Gordo was still needed to help them start packing today. If it were anything like the last time his parents went on a trip, they would need all the time they could find.
After a good night to the McGuire's and a quick peck on the cheek and a promise to call later to Lizzie, Gordo was on his way home.
Lizzie sat for a few minutes alone on the front porch, before sighing happily and heading inside.
She decided quickly that a nice long, relaxing bath was in order, to help calm down her over excited nerves.
Lizzie quickly explained what she was doing to her parents - who were out in the back yard enjoying the fresh air, and after yet another seemingly endless stream of 'thank you's' Lizzie headed upstairs to go get ready for her bath.
She found a clean towel in the linen closet and picked out some nice fresh clothes from her bedroom closet to put on afterwards.
Finally happy enough that she was all set for her relaxation time, Lizzie headed for the bathroom, only to be cut short by the annoyingly high pierced, shrill sound of the phone ringing.
Growling slightly at the interruption, Lizzie quickly yelled down an "I'll get it!" to her parents and then picked up the phone from the upstairs hook.
"Hello, McGuire residence, Lizzie speaking," she answered in that fake sort of happy way that everyone always answers the phone like. Her only reply was deep breathing and nothing else.
"Hello?" She asked, and was met with yet more breathing. A couple more seconds of this and then Lizzie sighed, long and deep.
"Matt! Its Lanny!" Lizzie called out to her little brother, holding the phone up to her chest to muffle the sounds of her yelling.
Seconds later, Matt came bursting out of his room like he had been there the whole time. To Lizzie, that's where he had been, little did she know of his previous little excursion and sighting.
The spiky haired pre-teen grabbed the phone out of Lizzie hands without so much as a word to his older sister. In fact, he wasn't even looking at her. Lizzie put this down to him just being the horrible little brother she thought he was, and that was true, too. She just didn't know that the reason he wasn't looking at her was because if he did he would probably burst out laughing.
"Talk to me Lanny," he said instead to his friend over the phone and quickly went inside his room and shut the door.
Lizzie watched all this happen with a look of utter disgust. He was up to something and she knew it. He was always up to something, but Lizzie felt this time it was something else; something bigger. The trouble was finding out what exactly, and then catching him in the act to rat him out to mum and dad.
Shrugging the weird feeling off, Lizzie resumed her walk to the bathroom door, thankful for no more interruptions.
Locking the door, Lizzie shed her clothes and turned the water on, setting the temperature to hot. She added some lavender bath oils to give her skin a beautiful smell to it.
When the bath was near overflowing, Lizzie turned off the tap and slipped in, immediately closing her eyes and sighing at the water heating her skin.
It was there that she spent the better part of an hour soaking in the refreshing water.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Mum, dad?" Matt McGuire stepped out into the back porch, setting his gaze upon his parents, who were lounging lazily, while the breeze shook the leaves on the trees. Jo was reading Time magazine and Sam was painting yet another of his infamous lawn gnomes. His tongue was stuck out in concentration, and his eyes were squinted as he added detail to the creepy, small lawn ornament.
At the sound of her son's voice, Sam gave a small grunt of acknowledgment, then went back to his task at hand.
Jo, on the other hand, looked up from her magazine with an inquisitive glance. Matt couldn't help but see the suspicion lying just behind her eyes, however. She would never fully trust her son, but Matt didn't worry. After he told them what he was going to say, his mum would be too busy grounding his sister for life to be worried about how her son found out this information.
"What is it honey?" Jo asked, after a moment of silence had passed and nothing had been said.
Adopting a look of pure innocence and brotherly concern, Matt edged his way towards his parents.
"Dad? I think you should be listening for this," Matt requested before saying anything else.
At this, Jo gasped, and Sam did in fact look up. It was very rare indeed that one of their children would ask to have him listening for anything they had to say. Usually they left him alone to his own business. It was usually only for very important matters that they would request his attention.
"Oh honey what is it? What happened?" It sounded as if it were hard for Jo to keep her emotions in check. Matt chuckled internally; he was good. He was really good.
"Mum, dad, I've got something to say," he finally said, and paused for good effect. He looked towards the ground, acting ashamed for having to say this.
"And I'm not sure you're going to like it. It fact, it may shock you." He once again turned his gaze to his parents. Sam was staring intently at his son, waiting for him to continue. Jo was near tears.
"It's about Lizzie..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening downstairs, Lizzie got out of her bath, happy that she was relaxed, and studying intently her pruned fingers.
Changing into her clean clothes, Lizzie quickly set a blow-drier to her mass of thick blonde hair. Confident it was dry enough, she set the drier down, and ran a comb through her blonde locks, smiling at her image.
Lizzie left the bathroom, reflecting on all that had happened in the past couple of hours. Gordo would be staying at their place, for ten days! Her boyfriend would be living temporarily with her. Could life get much better? She didn't think so.
However, if life couldn't get much better, there was only one way it could go, and that was down. And Lizzie didn't know how right she was in thinking that.
Lizzie set off down the stairs, heading to the kitchen to grab something to drink. A quick look outside told Lizzie her parents were still in the garden, talking heavily with her brother.
Lizzie felt an eye roll coming on. Figures he would get himself in trouble, yet again. She wondered what he had done to get her mother looking so upset.
Shrugging, Lizzie went back to the task of getting herself some juice. She had just poured herself a glass of apple juice when the phone ringing made her jump a little in surprise.
Seeing her family indisposed at the moment, Lizzie grabbed the portable, and took a quick sip of her juice.
"McGuire residence, Lizzie speaking," she spoke happily into the receiver. She didn't have to fake it this time, she truly was happy.
"Liz?" A voice over the other end spoke, the connection crackling a little.
"MIRANDA!" Lizzie immediately yelled, her face lighting up in both surprise and joy.
"Lizzie! Oh my gosh! I haven't spoken to you in like, forever girl! How you been chicka? How are you handling being stuck at Hillridge without me?"
Miranda went a mile a minute, asking so many different questions Lizzie found it hard to know where to start. She decided the answer the last question first, the one that had brought the biggest smile to her features.
"I'm handling it quite well. I've had a few," she coughed, "things going on to keep me busy."
There was silence for all of a second while Miranda pondered Lizzie's words, and then a shriek.
"Ah! What happened? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Did Ethan Craft ask you out? Oh, my gosh! That would be so cool!"
"Whoa, whoa, Miranda, hush!" Lizzie grinned at her friend's hurried rants. She sounded so excited. And it was funny, not once, in those past two days, (no way was it only that long ago) did Lizzie think of Ethan Craft, supposedly the hunkiest-hunk ever to grace Hillridge with his presence. Now, in Lizzie's eyes, there was a new hunk, and his name was David Gordon.
"No, Ethan did not ask me out," she answered her friend, and heard a deep sigh over the other end of the phone.
"Oh, bummer," came the reply. "Well, it's alright, there is always next time." Lizzie noticed that Miranda was trying to be supportive, and Lizzie only hoped that when she told her what she had to say that Miranda would have some of that supportiveness remaining.
Lizzie couldn't, no wouldn't be able to bear it if Miranda didn't approve of her and Gordo's relationship. It still wouldn't change the fact that Gordo and her were dating, but it would be horrible if Miranda didn't understand, or didn't like it.
Shaking her head softly to clear herself of such thoughts, Lizzie realised that Miranda was probably waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that Miranda," Lizzie answered, closing her eyes and praying to God to give her the strength she needed. Silly of her to ask though. This was her best friend she was talking about; of course she'd be supportive.
"Oh, why? Eugh, did Kate nab him again? Don't worry chicka, they'll be broken up by next week, promise."
Lizzie smiled, despite herself. Yeah, Kate and Ethan were together, but Miranda was right, as of next week they'd be ex's. It was always funny to watch them break up then get back together again, but that wasn't the point.
It was time to get back to the real point.
"Well, yeah, they are going out, but that doesn't really matter, not anymore," Lizzie gathered her courage and proceeded. "Miranda, promise me you won't freak out," she started.
"Promise," Miranda answered quickly, and even though she promised, Lizzie could almost see her on the edge of her seat, ready to jump.
"I, well, I sort of have a, uh, I have a boyfriend." Lizzie concluded, releasing air that she didn't even know she was holding.
Lizzie waited patiently for Miranda's reply, and for a couple of minutes there was silence, until:
"ARGH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ARGH! LIZZIE, WOW!"
The yelling was so loud that Lizzie could still hear perfectly even if she held the phone at arms length.
Not long after, Lizzie heard some shouting in Spanish in the back round.
"Sorry, mama," Lizzie heard after she put the phone back to her ear, feeling confident that there would be no more yelling. Okay, so she did expect a reaction quite along the lines of this, but nothing so loud.
"Lizzie, that's fantastic!" Miranda spoke, her voice dropping to normal speaking level, although she was still overly excited, Lizzie could tell, even if she couldn't see her.
"Who is he, who's the lucky guy?" Miranda immediately asked after the initial shock had worn off.
It was here that Lizzie froze. Okay, moment of truth. If you get this over and done with, and you're still in one piece, then you're doing good McGuire.
"Isk Gorbo," she said quickly, slurring her words together to make her sentence virtually undetectable.
"What?" Miranda asked, and Lizzie could practically see her friend screw up her nose in confusion.
"Well," Lizzie started again. "You know him actually. His first name is David."
The wheels were turning in Miranda's head, but unfortunately not fast enough.
"David, I don't think I know a David. What's his last name, then I might remember."
Lizzie took a deep breath in.
"Gordon," she finally replied, and then she waited. She didn't have to wait long.
"Gordo!" Miranda yelled, but not quite as loud as last time. It was obvious she had gotten in trouble before, and she probably didn't want a repeat performance.
"You're dating Gordo! No way, no freaking way! Since when?"
'Well,' thought Lizzie, she was taking this rather well.' Sort of like the calm before the storm.
"Since, uh, wow, since just yesterday." For probably the millionth time, Lizzie found herself thinking how it couldn't possibly have been only a day. So much had happened in the space of twenty-four hours; it was hard to believe.
"Oh girl, that's fantastic! I knew it! Well, so did everyone else at school, but I knew it first." Miranda sounded so unbelievably happy, with both herself and the situation.
Lizzie then crinkled her brow at the statement. Had everyone known, except her and Gordo? She thought back to what Kate had said at the Murder Mystery Party. According to her, everyone at school had known Gordo had liked her, and now she had Miranda backing her up. Were they really that blind?
"Randa, I cannot believe how cool you're being about this...I"
"Cool, I've wanted this since I became friends with you too. About time I say, I'm just sorry I wasn't there to see it, although," Lizzie could practically see her grinning slyly. "It probably would have been a mood kill."
"Miranda!" Lizzie yelled, her eyes popping in a comical fashion. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and grinned despite herself.
"You know I'm just playing," Miranda amended, but Lizzie couldn't help but feel Miranda liked every second of that.
"Yeah, I know, oh, and I haven't even told you the best part yet. Wait till you hear this. His parents are going away for a while, and so my mum agreed that he could stay here, with us. He's going to be living with us for ten days, can you believe it?"
Silence was her only answer.
Darn... Maybe I shouldn't have told her about the living arrangements just yet, I think I gave her a coronary just by admitting everything else. Open mouth, insert foot.
Oh boy, she really put her foot in it on that one. Miranda had gotten over the fact that she was dating Gordo quite easily, but knowing they were temporarily living together, that would be hard to accept. And the fact no one else knew of the couple factor.
"Miranda, I know this is quite a shock, but maybe I should tell you everything. This may seem weird, but he loves me Miranda, and I love him. I love Davi...."
Lizzie's sentence was cut short but a soft clicking sound. Miranda had hung up on her.
"Miranda? Hello? Are you there?" She wasn't, the only reply Lizzie got was the dial tone.
Why would Miranda hang up on her?
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A/N: Okay, hope you enjoyed that, it was fun to write. I cannot express how sorry I am for such a long delay. As I said before, I had school work commitments. The next chapter will be up in much less time, I assure you. If work doesn't get in the way. Again, sorry, but I hope that was enough for making you wait.
Next chapter: Why did Miranda hang up? What will Matt say? What will Jo say, and Gordo finally moves in. All that and more, next week. Stay tuned.
(And drop a review) Come on, you know you want to :D
Ciao for now
Em