Chapter 9: In Which Miranda Gets An Explanation
I lay there for what seemed like hours, pounding my pillow and tossing random things across the room. Sniffling, I checked my bedside clock. Okay, so it had only been three minutes. I had just burst into fresh tears when there came a knock upon the door. Mustering up all my courage I yelled, "What?"
"Miranda? It's Lizzie, can we talk?"
Fuming, I went over to the door and screamed, "No! Go away!"
"But, Miranda!"
"No! Get lost!"
"But I..."
"No!" I screamed; pounding on the door for emphasis and flinging myself at my bed.
"Miranda!" came Gordo's voice from the other side of the door.
"Go away!" I hollered.
"Look, Miranda, you're being unreasonable!"
Fuming, I threw the door open. Lizzie and Gordo stood there with blank looks on their faces.
"I'm being unreasonable?" I shrieked, "How dare you accuse ME of being unreasonable when you're off kissing my best friend!"
I turned to Lizzie.
"And you! You can't just go around kissing everyone, you know! Not every guy has to fall at your feet! Why can't you just let me have my moment of happiness?"
I turned and crumpled on my bed, a fresh wave of tears spilling down my face. I heard someone walk over to my bed and sit gingerly on the edge of it. Then I felt a tentative hand on my shoulder. I peered out through my folded arms and saw Gordo.
"Miranda? Corazon?" he asked, "What's going on?"
He called me corazon. I nearly melted, but held my ground.
"I saw you," I hissed, yanking my shoulder away from his touch.
"Saw what?" asked Lizzie, brushing her hair off her face. Her eye was rimmed in red.
"Lizzie!" I gasped, forgetting about Gordo for a minute, "What's wrong with your eye?"
Lizzie sighed, "Some goldenrod must've drifted from the plant in your backyard. You know I'm allergic. And it got in my eye and Gordo said I should put some eyedrops in it. Which is what I needed to talk to you about."
"Wait-what?" I asked, feeling very confused now.
"I need some eyedrops," repeated Lizzie, "That's what you must've seen, Gordo leaning over my eye."
I frowned. I hadn't actually seen them kiss. He could've just been looking at her eye. I turned to Gordo. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were definitely misty. Biting my lip, I sighed. Maybe I had jumped to conclusions. Maybe I was overreacting. Nobody ever said being a drama queen was easy.
"I-I- I'm sorry..." I didn't know how to react.
Lizzie smiled weakly, "It's...okay.... Now, about those eyedrops?"
I pointed towards the bathroom and Lizzie walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I turned to look at Gordo, who was sitting at the foot of my bed, an extremely hurt look on his face.
"Gordo..." I faltered.
Gordo tilted his head up to look at me.
"Miranda, how could you ever think anything like that?" he asked, brushing his dark brown curls off of his forehead, "I...I...I like you, not Lizzie."
I couldn't think of anything to say. I felt so embarrassed and foolish that I just sat down next to Gordo on the bed and sighed, bursting into tears yet again. Gordo wrapped an arm around my shoulders and used his other arm to stroke my hair.
"Miranda," he breathed softly, "I don't want anyone but you."
I turned to look at his earnest face. His eyes met mine and I felt a deep blush sweep my cheeks.
"I...I don't think I deserve you," I whispered.
"Of course you do," said Gordo, leaning over.
Our lips met in a sweet kiss and all suspicion, doubt, and guilt escaped my mind.
I lay there for what seemed like hours, pounding my pillow and tossing random things across the room. Sniffling, I checked my bedside clock. Okay, so it had only been three minutes. I had just burst into fresh tears when there came a knock upon the door. Mustering up all my courage I yelled, "What?"
"Miranda? It's Lizzie, can we talk?"
Fuming, I went over to the door and screamed, "No! Go away!"
"But, Miranda!"
"No! Get lost!"
"But I..."
"No!" I screamed; pounding on the door for emphasis and flinging myself at my bed.
"Miranda!" came Gordo's voice from the other side of the door.
"Go away!" I hollered.
"Look, Miranda, you're being unreasonable!"
Fuming, I threw the door open. Lizzie and Gordo stood there with blank looks on their faces.
"I'm being unreasonable?" I shrieked, "How dare you accuse ME of being unreasonable when you're off kissing my best friend!"
I turned to Lizzie.
"And you! You can't just go around kissing everyone, you know! Not every guy has to fall at your feet! Why can't you just let me have my moment of happiness?"
I turned and crumpled on my bed, a fresh wave of tears spilling down my face. I heard someone walk over to my bed and sit gingerly on the edge of it. Then I felt a tentative hand on my shoulder. I peered out through my folded arms and saw Gordo.
"Miranda? Corazon?" he asked, "What's going on?"
He called me corazon. I nearly melted, but held my ground.
"I saw you," I hissed, yanking my shoulder away from his touch.
"Saw what?" asked Lizzie, brushing her hair off her face. Her eye was rimmed in red.
"Lizzie!" I gasped, forgetting about Gordo for a minute, "What's wrong with your eye?"
Lizzie sighed, "Some goldenrod must've drifted from the plant in your backyard. You know I'm allergic. And it got in my eye and Gordo said I should put some eyedrops in it. Which is what I needed to talk to you about."
"Wait-what?" I asked, feeling very confused now.
"I need some eyedrops," repeated Lizzie, "That's what you must've seen, Gordo leaning over my eye."
I frowned. I hadn't actually seen them kiss. He could've just been looking at her eye. I turned to Gordo. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were definitely misty. Biting my lip, I sighed. Maybe I had jumped to conclusions. Maybe I was overreacting. Nobody ever said being a drama queen was easy.
"I-I- I'm sorry..." I didn't know how to react.
Lizzie smiled weakly, "It's...okay.... Now, about those eyedrops?"
I pointed towards the bathroom and Lizzie walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I turned to look at Gordo, who was sitting at the foot of my bed, an extremely hurt look on his face.
"Gordo..." I faltered.
Gordo tilted his head up to look at me.
"Miranda, how could you ever think anything like that?" he asked, brushing his dark brown curls off of his forehead, "I...I...I like you, not Lizzie."
I couldn't think of anything to say. I felt so embarrassed and foolish that I just sat down next to Gordo on the bed and sighed, bursting into tears yet again. Gordo wrapped an arm around my shoulders and used his other arm to stroke my hair.
"Miranda," he breathed softly, "I don't want anyone but you."
I turned to look at his earnest face. His eyes met mine and I felt a deep blush sweep my cheeks.
"I...I don't think I deserve you," I whispered.
"Of course you do," said Gordo, leaning over.
Our lips met in a sweet kiss and all suspicion, doubt, and guilt escaped my mind.
