Title: Spring Fling Drama
Summary: Miranda wants to ask Gordo, and Lizzie is convinced she has to keep them apart.
Archive: Want it?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: kimmie@quincymail.com




'So Miranda wants to date Gordo, why should I care? I've got Ian now, right? I don't even like Gordo. I think.'

"The phone, Lizzie! Its Miranda!" Lizzie sighed and left her new dress lying on the bed.
Lizzie picked up her phone. "Got it, Mom! Hello?"
"Lizzie, I'm scared. I know it's stupid, but I've known him forever, and I feel dumb suddenly asking him to go to the dance with me." Lizzie rolled her eyes, and stood in front of the mirror, making faces in response to Miranda's chatter.
"Maybe you should wait a little while, then. I'm sure some shy hottie has had his eye on you for awhile, and is just waiting for a chance to ask you." Miranda scoffed into the phone just as a beep signaled another call.
"Just a sec, Miranda. Someone's on the other line." Lizzie switched over, thanking whoever was calling silently.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah, Gordo?" A sigh was heard on the other side.
"Why didn't you guys call me?"
"Um, we're actually on the other line. Hang up and I'll call you back in a minute, ok?" Gordo agreed, and clicked off.
"Miranda?"
"Yep? Who was it?"
"Um, someone wanting to talk to Dad. He's not home, though."
"Shouldn't we call Gordo soon? I mean, I've got to get this over with sometime." Lizzie pressed her lips together.
"Um, are you sure you're ready?" Lizzie looked back at the mirror, crossing her fingers.
"Yeah. It is Gordo. I've got to ask you a big favor, though."

'Another one? Isn't stealing Gordo enough! Um, did I just think that out loud?'

"Shoot."
"Can I call you back after I ask him?" Lizzie looked at the reflection with shock.
"You- want to- yeah, yeah. Hurry up, though." Lizzie quickly hung up with Miranda; her fingers still crossed.
She threw herself back on the bed, arms out to the sides, legs hanging over the edge.

'Who can you talk to at a time like this? Both my best friends aren't going to help me out this time. Who does that leave me with?'

"Mom!" Mrs. McGuire came running up the stairs.
"Lizzie? Are you all right?" She shut the door and smiled at her daughter. "Hon, you look
so depressed! What's wrong, did you and Miranda have a fight?"
"No, a disagreement, maybe. One she's not exactly enlightened to." Her mother looked
at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Ok, this guy that I thought I liked asked me to the Spring Fling. I said yes, and I was really happy, but Randa still didn't have a date. So she decides to ask my help in figuring out a way to ask Gordo to the dance. Well, that was-"
"Oh, honey. You're having second thoughts about this, right? Because now you think you might like Gordo?" Lizzie made a face.
"Well, yeah. It's just the idea of them together drives me crazy! And now I think about it, Gordo is really sweet, and funny, and he's a great friend. What am I going to do?" Lizzie's mom smiled at her daughter again.
"You could tell Gordo how you feel," she offered.
"I don't want to ruin his chances with Miranda. What if he really likes her?"
"You could also tell Miranda how you feel about Gordo before it's too late. One way or another, Lizzie, you're going to have to think about this. Do you really like Gordo, or are you just jealous of Miranda?" Lizzie looked at her mom for a minute, thinking.
"I think this whole thing just got me thinking about all the good things Gordo does for me. I think I like him, and that's just weird." Lizzie groaned into her hands.
"It might be at first. Lizzie, you're a smart young lady, and I trust that you'll think of a good way to come out of this on top, and still have both your best friends. Why don't you get some sleep, ok?" Mrs. McGuire kissed Lizzie on the forehead, and shut the door behind her.
"Sleep. Right, like I could sleep waiting for that phone-" Lizzie stared at the ringing phone, grabbing it quickly.
"Hello?" She squeaked into the phone.
"He said ok!" Miranda's voice squealed back.
Lizzie's mouth dropped open, and she muttered into the phone. "Um, I don't really think I want to go to this dance, 'Randa. I want to tell Ian I can't go."
"What? How can you do that? You've been crushing on Ian forever. Just a sec, let me call Gordo." Lizzie sat there numbly, listening to Gordo's phone ring three times before he picked it up.
"Hey, guys."
"Gordo, Lizzie doesn't want to go to the dance anymore." Gordo sounded a little concerned.
"Really? Why, Liz?" Lizzie sighed.
"I don't know. Listen, I'm going to go. Night, guys." She hung up over Miranda's protests, and fully clothed, shut off the lights and climbed into bed, crying softly into her pillow until she fell asleep.