She didn't call. I didn't call. Maybe Miranda forgot. The next day
was Saturday, so I walked back over to Lizzie's at about 11: 30, and
knocked on the door. Mrs. McGuire opened the door, and looked at me as if
surprised to see me standing there. I cleared my throat uncomfortably.
" I, uh-is Lizzie here?" She stared for another moment, then recovered herself and nodded, forcing a smile. " Yeah, Gordo, she's upstairs with Miranda."
" Thanks." I pushed past her, hurrying up the stairs before she could protest. I'm still not sure why Lizzie's parents have grown less and less. *fond* of me in the past year. Maybe they liked me better when Lizzie and I were just friends. Well, that could be the case, if that, sooner than I hoped. I knocked on her bedroom door, praying silently that she didn't hate me. Why was I so attached to this girl? It's not like we have ANYTHING in common, or even that we're just compatible. Maybe it's the way she looks, which is a complete contradiction of anything I've ever said. The door swung open, revealing Miranda in the doorway, her hair up in pigtails and wearing pajamas and holding a bottle of blue-green nail polish in her hand. Lizzie sat on the floor, blowing her fingernails dry. She looked up, and scowled. Miranda smiled sympathetically, then walked further into the room, allowing Lizzie to walk over to the doorway. We stared at each other for a minute, and, just as I was gathering up the nerve to speak, she did.
" I figured you weren't coming back. At least not so soon." I shrugged.
" I-uh, I wanted to apologize, be-because, you know, I was.wrong." I cursed the stutter I had developed after seventh grade. She smiled slightly, nodding.
" And how many times have we heard *that*.?" I shook my head, smiling back.
" Sorry." She nodded, glancing back at Miranda.
" You wanna come in?" I shook my head, then shrugged again.
" Y-Yeah, sure." She held the door open further, and I walked in. Just as she shut the door, someone else knocked. I sat down on Lizzie's bed next to Miranda. Lizzie pulled open the door. Matt stood in the doorway, holding the phone out.
" For you." She smiled.
" Thanks." He shrugged and walked away. Lizzie checked the phone for honey, as had become her custom after a certain "incident", then put it to her ear. " Hello? Ethan! Hey!" My heart sank. I should've figured. As soon as I was out of the picture, it was Ethan City. Miranda gave me another sympathetic look, and, despite her being my best friend, I wanted to sock her. Sympathy was NOT what I needed, not now. I stood up, not trusting myself to speak. My stutter was worse if I was nervous, excited, or angry. I walked out of Lizzie's room, and out of her house. Just as I thought my life might be worth something, it had begun to coast downhill. Now it was gathering speed, and, if I wasn't careful, was doomed to crash and wreck horribly like that old soap box racer Mr. McGuire, Matt, and I had fixed up that one time.
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" I, uh-is Lizzie here?" She stared for another moment, then recovered herself and nodded, forcing a smile. " Yeah, Gordo, she's upstairs with Miranda."
" Thanks." I pushed past her, hurrying up the stairs before she could protest. I'm still not sure why Lizzie's parents have grown less and less. *fond* of me in the past year. Maybe they liked me better when Lizzie and I were just friends. Well, that could be the case, if that, sooner than I hoped. I knocked on her bedroom door, praying silently that she didn't hate me. Why was I so attached to this girl? It's not like we have ANYTHING in common, or even that we're just compatible. Maybe it's the way she looks, which is a complete contradiction of anything I've ever said. The door swung open, revealing Miranda in the doorway, her hair up in pigtails and wearing pajamas and holding a bottle of blue-green nail polish in her hand. Lizzie sat on the floor, blowing her fingernails dry. She looked up, and scowled. Miranda smiled sympathetically, then walked further into the room, allowing Lizzie to walk over to the doorway. We stared at each other for a minute, and, just as I was gathering up the nerve to speak, she did.
" I figured you weren't coming back. At least not so soon." I shrugged.
" I-uh, I wanted to apologize, be-because, you know, I was.wrong." I cursed the stutter I had developed after seventh grade. She smiled slightly, nodding.
" And how many times have we heard *that*.?" I shook my head, smiling back.
" Sorry." She nodded, glancing back at Miranda.
" You wanna come in?" I shook my head, then shrugged again.
" Y-Yeah, sure." She held the door open further, and I walked in. Just as she shut the door, someone else knocked. I sat down on Lizzie's bed next to Miranda. Lizzie pulled open the door. Matt stood in the doorway, holding the phone out.
" For you." She smiled.
" Thanks." He shrugged and walked away. Lizzie checked the phone for honey, as had become her custom after a certain "incident", then put it to her ear. " Hello? Ethan! Hey!" My heart sank. I should've figured. As soon as I was out of the picture, it was Ethan City. Miranda gave me another sympathetic look, and, despite her being my best friend, I wanted to sock her. Sympathy was NOT what I needed, not now. I stood up, not trusting myself to speak. My stutter was worse if I was nervous, excited, or angry. I walked out of Lizzie's room, and out of her house. Just as I thought my life might be worth something, it had begun to coast downhill. Now it was gathering speed, and, if I wasn't careful, was doomed to crash and wreck horribly like that old soap box racer Mr. McGuire, Matt, and I had fixed up that one time.
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Okay, well, that's it for Chapter Two.Reviews, please!!!!!!
