Chapter 3: Woo-Hoo!! PG-13!!!

Mrs. McGuire dropped Gordo and me off at his house, where we were going to continue working on a Science project that we had been partnered up for. However, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Lizzie. She was paired with Kate. Ugh, my stomach turns just thinking about it. We walked into his house and Gordo picked up a note on the counter.

"Dear David, we'll be out until 7. See you later. Love from Mom and Dad."

Out till 7? Uhhh…it's 4 now. Does that mean Gordo and I are…alone…in his house…without his parents…EEP!!!!! Okay, Miranda, breathe, breathe. Not so loud, he'll hear you!!!!

"Miranda?" came Gordo's voice.

"EEEP!!!" I squeaked, turning towards Gordo, who was looking at me as if I'd grown an extra arm or something, "Yeah?"

"Do you want a soda?"

"Sure," I said weakly.

Soda!!! Who can think about soda at a time like this!!!!! I'm alone with my boyfriend in his house and his parents aren't here and I don't see HOW this could get any worse.

"Miranda?" asked Gordo, his head in the fridge, "Why don't you head on up to my room, I'll be there in a second."

It just got worse.

Muttering a weak sign of agreement, I turned and gracefully tripped over myself as I made my way up to his room.

Chill out Miranda!!! You have been in his room plenty of times before!! Yeah, but that was with Lizzie and his parents were home and Oh crap, here's the door.

I slowly pushed the door open. His room was a mess. He obviously wasn't expecting company, or maybe he just didn't care. Now I had to find a place to sit. The desk chair was out. Our extremely crappy model of the heart we were making took it up. The floor was out. There were clothes and books strewn everywhere. The director's chair was out. His backpack and about a zillion books took that up, which left…

The bed.

Oh, sweet Virgin Mary, I was gonna have to sit on the bed. Gingerly I sat down, trying to swallow the ever growing lump in my throat. My heart began to pace as I heard him on the stairs. My palms began to sweat as he came down the hall. I nearly passed out when I heard his hand twisting the knob of the door. However, when he opened the door, I was perfectly fine. Yeah…perfectly fine.

I discreetly took note of Gordo's expression as he opened the door. You know how some people say eyes are the window to the soul? Well, Gordo's were freaking sliding glass doors. He gulped and I could see his eyes dart around the room.

"Uh…here you go," he said lamely.

"Thanks," I replied brilliantly, taking the soda from him.

Gordo walked over to his desk chair and pulled the heart model off, sitting down in the chair.

"So…" he began, "Uh…we have the model. I think the veins should be blue and the arteries red."

"Okay," I said, popping the tab off my soda and taking a sip.

While I was busy popping the tab, I failed to notice Gordo assessing the situation. He stared at the bed and his little 13-year-old brain went to work. However, he had stopped by the time I looked back at him.

After several minutes of silence, I took a deep breath.

"Gordo? Weren't we going to work on our project?"

Gordo stood up and took the soda from my hand, placing it on the desk.

"My parents aren't home."

"Uh…yeah…"

"They won't be back for hours."

"So I've heard…"

"And my beautiful girlfriend is sitting on my bed."

"Um…"

And in two quick strides, Gordo was sitting on the bed next to me.

"Have I mentioned how much I love that shirt?" he asked, fingering the sleeve.

I looked down at it. It was just a plain red shirt.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because that's the shirt you were wearing when you first kissed me," he said, blushing slightly.

I was? How did he remember that? I was about to ask him when he spoke up.

"I think that it's my turn," he whispered, moving over towards me.

Oh, GOD, he's going to kiss me!!!! Oh, Miranda, don't blow this, don't…

Wow, has he been practicing? Practicing on what, Lord, I'm a dope; I don't see how…OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! That's his…what am I gonna do? I don't know how to do this!! Maybe if I…yeah, I think that's right. Hold on. I have to breathe!!!

I pulled away from Gordo, my head still spinning. His eyes were like Roman candles, sparkling with mischief.

"That was nice…" he said, running his fingers through his curly black locks.

I weakly nodded. It WAS nice. So why do I feel like an idiot? I turned to stare at Gordo, who had a lovely red glow on his face.

"Uh…" he began, but I leaned over and kissed him.

Yeah, this nice, I'll definitely have to remember to do this again. Oh, wait, here's his…WAIT!!!! What's he doing? Oh crap, oh good sweet Lord, he's pushing me back on his bed. I'm 13!!! I don't need this!!! But…wait…that's nice…perhaps I'll just stay like this…

BBBBRRRRRRRIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!

And Gordo did a spectacular fall onto the floor as he raced over to get the phone.

"Oh…hi Lizzie…" he said with a heavy sigh.

OH THANK YOU LIZZIE!!!!! Had you not called I might have done something inappropriate…definitely…

"Okay…see you in a few…" Gordo grumbled, hanging up the phone.

He turned to me, "Lizzie's coming over. I thought that'd be…safer," he finished.

I nodded weakly.

"Although," he said, smirking, "She won't be here for a few minutes…"