Chapter 4: The Pitiful Look

Well, a few minutes passed by a lot shorter than I thought. Gordo was just in the middle of doing something very interesting when the doorbell rang. Once again he did a graceful tumble off the bed. He sat up, very red-faced and laughed nervously.

"Well…I'll just get the door then, seeing as how I'm up already," he squeaked, running out of the room.

Laughing to myself I quickly smoothed down my rumpled hair and clothes. I had just finished straightening up the comforter on Gordo's bed when I heard the clomping of shoes on the steps and Lizzie's unmistakable angry voice.

"And I can't believe she expects me to do all the work while she goes off to…to…cheerleading practice of all things!!! Well, I tell you this, I am NOT going to do all of the work and watch her take all of the credit, I don't care who she thinks she is…oh, hi Miranda!"

"Hi, Lizzie…" I said; blushing madly as Lizzie's face took on a look of recognition.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'll just…be going…and HAHAHA!!!" she said backing out of Gordo's room.

"Lizzie, it's okay, really…" began Gordo.

"Yeah," I added, "don't even worry about it…"

Lizzie stopped backing out of the room and smiled, once again calm. She walked in and sat on the desk chair.

"So," she began, "You will not believe what happened…"

As she began her story, Gordo slinked into the room and sat next to me on the bed. Almost automatically his hand slipped into mine as we listened to Lizzie talk.

"And then she wouldn't even OPEN the textbook, like she was too good for Science or something, which we all KNOW is not true…"

I began to find listening to Lizzie very difficult. Gordo's thumb was stroking my hand and I was leaning against him and all I wanted to do was kick Lizzie out and go back to more interesting activities…

"Miranda? Miranda? Are you still with us?"

Someone's talking to me, aren't they?

"Uh…yeah?" I asked, flashing a brilliant smile.

Gordo laughed and I turned to him.

"What's so funny?" I asked, looking between Gordo and Lizzie.

"You're so obviously not focused on this conversation," laughed Lizzie, "and it's really funny."

"Glad I could provide the entertainment for you two then," I said, putting on my most pitiful face.

"Oh, come on, Miranda it's okay," said Lizzie.

"Yeah, it'll be okay, don't worry about it," said Gordo, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

Ah, the pitiful look. It works every time.