My mind was sent reeling. What was she talking about? I thought of what
had happened with Miranda and me the day before. Did she know? I couldn't
do anything more intelligent than stare at her open mouthed. Finally she
groaned.
" Hello, did you hear me? I want to go out with you again. I'm sorry!" When my surprise faded, suspicion grew. I narrowed my eyes.
" Why the change of heart?" I spoke slowly, so I wouldn't stutter. She got the message, and faltered.
" I--uh--you know, I figured I was wrong. I shouldn't have--have treated you that way, you know?" She took a step back as I stepped forward, leaning in close to her face.
" I kn--know exactly." I leaned back. " P--please leave." She stared. It was her turn to be surprised. Finally, I walked past her to the door and pulled it open. She grabbed her coat and left.
I went back to sleep. An hour or two later, Miranda called. " Gordo! How are ya?" I couldn't help but chuckle. If she only knew...
" F--fine..." What else could I say? How could I even begin to explain to her the suspicion, hurt, and confusion that was beginning to well up? She was silent. Then,
" Lizzie came over, didn't she?"
" Yep."
" She asked you to take her back, didn't she?"
" Yep."
" And...?"
" W--well, I figured you'd t-t-told her what was going on between you and m--me, so I made her leave. B--but I'm wondering whether that was the right d--decision." Miranda gasped.
" Gordo! Come ON! She was a total you-know-what to you! How could you even say that? You think I'm using you?" I sighed.
" Not that it's unusual..." She sighed, too.
" Fine. I can't change what you think, but hear this. Lizzie McGuire is using you, and if you agree to go out with her again, she will continue to use you. People aren't people to Lizzie. People are objects, in existence only for her well-being. Gordo, I'm not using, nor will I ever take advantage of you like that. I think it's terrible." I hung up. I know it was harsh, but I was confused. It happens...
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on my roof in the snow, watching the occasional car drive by and letting the snow cover me in a thin white blanket. I contemplated just how far it was to the ground, and whether I would sustain permanent damage if I jumped off. It seemed like a good idea, especially if I got hurt. I mean, who can use a dead body, right?
" Hello, did you hear me? I want to go out with you again. I'm sorry!" When my surprise faded, suspicion grew. I narrowed my eyes.
" Why the change of heart?" I spoke slowly, so I wouldn't stutter. She got the message, and faltered.
" I--uh--you know, I figured I was wrong. I shouldn't have--have treated you that way, you know?" She took a step back as I stepped forward, leaning in close to her face.
" I kn--know exactly." I leaned back. " P--please leave." She stared. It was her turn to be surprised. Finally, I walked past her to the door and pulled it open. She grabbed her coat and left.
I went back to sleep. An hour or two later, Miranda called. " Gordo! How are ya?" I couldn't help but chuckle. If she only knew...
" F--fine..." What else could I say? How could I even begin to explain to her the suspicion, hurt, and confusion that was beginning to well up? She was silent. Then,
" Lizzie came over, didn't she?"
" Yep."
" She asked you to take her back, didn't she?"
" Yep."
" And...?"
" W--well, I figured you'd t-t-told her what was going on between you and m--me, so I made her leave. B--but I'm wondering whether that was the right d--decision." Miranda gasped.
" Gordo! Come ON! She was a total you-know-what to you! How could you even say that? You think I'm using you?" I sighed.
" Not that it's unusual..." She sighed, too.
" Fine. I can't change what you think, but hear this. Lizzie McGuire is using you, and if you agree to go out with her again, she will continue to use you. People aren't people to Lizzie. People are objects, in existence only for her well-being. Gordo, I'm not using, nor will I ever take advantage of you like that. I think it's terrible." I hung up. I know it was harsh, but I was confused. It happens...
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on my roof in the snow, watching the occasional car drive by and letting the snow cover me in a thin white blanket. I contemplated just how far it was to the ground, and whether I would sustain permanent damage if I jumped off. It seemed like a good idea, especially if I got hurt. I mean, who can use a dead body, right?
