Chapter 8
Disclaimer-thingy: I don't own any of the characters, although I wish I owned Gordo, hehe.
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Lizzie's POV
I woke up at about 9:30 p.m. I'd been asleep for an hour. I called Miranda and our conversation was pretty helpful to my situation. I went like this:
Miranda: Hi Lizzie.
Me: Hey Miranda! How did you know it was me?
Miranda: Let's think about that for just a minute. You just went through a major moment and I wasn't there. You are obviously going to call. So, how'd it go with Gordo?
Me - (very depressed): Not so good. He said, he said he doesn't like me.
Miranda: Oh, well…um…
Me: Don't worry, there isn't really much you can say. What ^can^ you say?
Miranda: Well, I can't really go with the whole he doesn't deserve you routine. He ^is^ one of our best friends.
Me: Good point.
Miranda: Although I wouldn't blame you for being mad at him.
Me: I'm ^not^ mad at him!
I can't see her but I bet she is rolling her eyes and would be giving me a look had she been with me.
Miranda: You have to talk to him. I mean, how's it going to help just you talking to me, other than to have me give you support. Not trying to be mean, just give you a push in the right direction. His direction. Now, I want you to hang up and call him right now. I promise it will help.
Me: Thanks Miranda. I'll call you tomorrow.
Miranda: Ok, bye Liz.
Me: Bye Miranda.
So here I am, sitting on my bed, gripping the phone, and contemplating what I should say to him. I am nervous; I was never nervous before I called him before. That was pre-telling him though. I end up putting the phone down, changing into my most comfortable flannel pajamas, brushing my teeth, and going back to bed.
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Gordo's POV
Ugh, what am I going to do? If I keep thinking, I'll end up blaming someone else for my stupidity. First, I blamed myself, then Lizzie, now I am blaming just about anybody who pops into my mind. I need to talk to someone, who? Miranda. She knows Lizzie better than anyone. Heck, she knows ^me^ better than anyone.
Miranda: Hello?
Me: Hey.
Miranda: Hi Gordo.
Me: You've probably talked to Lizzie already, right?
Miranda: Yep. She sounded really upset.
Me: Your ^not^ helping.
Miranda: Sorry.
Me: No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you, to Lizzie. I feel terrible!
Miranda: So does she. You should probably call her. It would help you ^and ^ her.
Me: Ok, thanks so much Miranda.
Miranda: No big deal. What else do you do when your best friends need your help.
Me: Bye Miranda. Talk to you tomorrow.
Miranda: Bye Gordo.
Now I am sitting around doing nothing. I spot my camera on the shelf and I come up with a brilliant idea. Lizzie probably doesn't want to talk to me, so I'll tape an apology, give it to her, and hopefully, she'll forgive me. I stand up get my camera and start filming.
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a/n : Go me! I am so proud of myself. I wrote a sort of long chapter. Well, for once I actually have the right to call it a chapter. The other ones were more like bits of chapters. From now on, I will try to write longer chapters. (don't hold me to that!)
Disclaimer-thingy: I don't own any of the characters, although I wish I owned Gordo, hehe.
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Lizzie's POV
I woke up at about 9:30 p.m. I'd been asleep for an hour. I called Miranda and our conversation was pretty helpful to my situation. I went like this:
Miranda: Hi Lizzie.
Me: Hey Miranda! How did you know it was me?
Miranda: Let's think about that for just a minute. You just went through a major moment and I wasn't there. You are obviously going to call. So, how'd it go with Gordo?
Me - (very depressed): Not so good. He said, he said he doesn't like me.
Miranda: Oh, well…um…
Me: Don't worry, there isn't really much you can say. What ^can^ you say?
Miranda: Well, I can't really go with the whole he doesn't deserve you routine. He ^is^ one of our best friends.
Me: Good point.
Miranda: Although I wouldn't blame you for being mad at him.
Me: I'm ^not^ mad at him!
I can't see her but I bet she is rolling her eyes and would be giving me a look had she been with me.
Miranda: You have to talk to him. I mean, how's it going to help just you talking to me, other than to have me give you support. Not trying to be mean, just give you a push in the right direction. His direction. Now, I want you to hang up and call him right now. I promise it will help.
Me: Thanks Miranda. I'll call you tomorrow.
Miranda: Ok, bye Liz.
Me: Bye Miranda.
So here I am, sitting on my bed, gripping the phone, and contemplating what I should say to him. I am nervous; I was never nervous before I called him before. That was pre-telling him though. I end up putting the phone down, changing into my most comfortable flannel pajamas, brushing my teeth, and going back to bed.
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Gordo's POV
Ugh, what am I going to do? If I keep thinking, I'll end up blaming someone else for my stupidity. First, I blamed myself, then Lizzie, now I am blaming just about anybody who pops into my mind. I need to talk to someone, who? Miranda. She knows Lizzie better than anyone. Heck, she knows ^me^ better than anyone.
Miranda: Hello?
Me: Hey.
Miranda: Hi Gordo.
Me: You've probably talked to Lizzie already, right?
Miranda: Yep. She sounded really upset.
Me: Your ^not^ helping.
Miranda: Sorry.
Me: No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you, to Lizzie. I feel terrible!
Miranda: So does she. You should probably call her. It would help you ^and ^ her.
Me: Ok, thanks so much Miranda.
Miranda: No big deal. What else do you do when your best friends need your help.
Me: Bye Miranda. Talk to you tomorrow.
Miranda: Bye Gordo.
Now I am sitting around doing nothing. I spot my camera on the shelf and I come up with a brilliant idea. Lizzie probably doesn't want to talk to me, so I'll tape an apology, give it to her, and hopefully, she'll forgive me. I stand up get my camera and start filming.
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a/n : Go me! I am so proud of myself. I wrote a sort of long chapter. Well, for once I actually have the right to call it a chapter. The other ones were more like bits of chapters. From now on, I will try to write longer chapters. (don't hold me to that!)