Chapter 2: Worst Movie Ever
"That was the worst movie I've ever seen," Gordo declared, tossing his cup in the trashcan outside the theater, "I can't believe I wasted ten dollars on that."
"Gordo," said Lizzie, "Miranda said you didn't have to pay for her."
"Well, I wanted to," argued Gordo, "It's just the kind of thing you do."
Apparently nobody noticed my horribly embarrassed expression, because they kept on talking as if I wasn't there.
"Well, was it worth it to you to pay for Miranda?" Lizzie argued.
"Of course it was!!" Gordo exclaimed.
"Then don't say you wasted your money!!!" Lizzie said, clearly fed up with him. She turned to me, "Honestly, Miranda, how do you put up with him?"
Oh, are you talking to me? Crap, what'd you say, I stopped listening out of fear.
"Uh…" I'm such a master of words.
"Never mind," said Lizzie, "It's not important. Anyways, I liked the movie. What'd you think of it, Miranda?"
"I liked it, kind of. I mean, it was totally plotless, but Matt Damon more than made up for that," I said, chewing on a leftover gummy bear.
"Hey!!" exclaimed Gordo angrily.
"Don't worry," I said, "Matt's too old for me."
"And would he have bought your ticket?" pointed out Lizzie, "I don't think so."
We walked through the lobby out to the parking lot where Mrs. McGuire sat in her van waiting for us.
"Oh great, Mom's early…" hissed Lizzie.
As if on cue, Mrs. McGuire began to pound on the horn, waving her arm frantically.
"Oh no…" whispered Lizzie, "Run!!!!!"
And we ran as fast as we could, not stopping until we were safely in the van and out of sight from the general public.
"MOM!!!" cried Lizzie, "What have I told you about picking us up in public!!??"
While Lizzie and Mrs. McGuire argued, I sat next to Gordo, staring out the window. Gordo slipped his fingers through mine and I turned to face him.
"Yeah, Gordo, what's up?"
He looked down at his lap and then to me.
"You know," he whispered softly, "I don't care how badly that movie sucked, I was just glad that I got to see it with you."
Awwwwwww, ladies and gentlemen, isn't my boyfriend the sweetest?
"That was the worst movie I've ever seen," Gordo declared, tossing his cup in the trashcan outside the theater, "I can't believe I wasted ten dollars on that."
"Gordo," said Lizzie, "Miranda said you didn't have to pay for her."
"Well, I wanted to," argued Gordo, "It's just the kind of thing you do."
Apparently nobody noticed my horribly embarrassed expression, because they kept on talking as if I wasn't there.
"Well, was it worth it to you to pay for Miranda?" Lizzie argued.
"Of course it was!!" Gordo exclaimed.
"Then don't say you wasted your money!!!" Lizzie said, clearly fed up with him. She turned to me, "Honestly, Miranda, how do you put up with him?"
Oh, are you talking to me? Crap, what'd you say, I stopped listening out of fear.
"Uh…" I'm such a master of words.
"Never mind," said Lizzie, "It's not important. Anyways, I liked the movie. What'd you think of it, Miranda?"
"I liked it, kind of. I mean, it was totally plotless, but Matt Damon more than made up for that," I said, chewing on a leftover gummy bear.
"Hey!!" exclaimed Gordo angrily.
"Don't worry," I said, "Matt's too old for me."
"And would he have bought your ticket?" pointed out Lizzie, "I don't think so."
We walked through the lobby out to the parking lot where Mrs. McGuire sat in her van waiting for us.
"Oh great, Mom's early…" hissed Lizzie.
As if on cue, Mrs. McGuire began to pound on the horn, waving her arm frantically.
"Oh no…" whispered Lizzie, "Run!!!!!"
And we ran as fast as we could, not stopping until we were safely in the van and out of sight from the general public.
"MOM!!!" cried Lizzie, "What have I told you about picking us up in public!!??"
While Lizzie and Mrs. McGuire argued, I sat next to Gordo, staring out the window. Gordo slipped his fingers through mine and I turned to face him.
"Yeah, Gordo, what's up?"
He looked down at his lap and then to me.
"You know," he whispered softly, "I don't care how badly that movie sucked, I was just glad that I got to see it with you."
Awwwwwww, ladies and gentlemen, isn't my boyfriend the sweetest?
