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Gordo rang the doorbell, his camera bag on his shoulder and a binder in his hand. His other hand was carrying a two-liter of Cherry Coke. He waited, tapping his foot and trying to balance everything he was holding. It was challenge enough ringing the doorbell the first time, but a second time would be almost impossible. He sighed, praying Miranda would answer the door before he dropped all of his stuff and fell down the two steps of her granite porch.
The door swung open revealing Miranda. "Thank goodness," Gordo said before she could get a word of greeting in. "Here, take this." He handed her the Cherry Coke and she gave him an awkward look as he came into her house.
"Nice to see you, too," she replied. "What's with the coke?"
"Well, I thought it'd be a nice gesture to bring something for us to have since you're having us over," he replied, smiling.
"So your mom made you?" Miranda guessed.
"Yeah. You're lucky. She almost made me bring last nights leftovers but I talked her out of it," he replied. When she raised an eyebrow he simply said, "Meat loaf is not her specialty" and left it at that.
"So when is Lizzie supposed to arrive?" Gordo asked as he set his binder and camera bag on the kitchen table. Miranda was putting the drink in the closet-type pantry in which they kept their drinks, junk food, and cake mix. There was more in there than just that, but those were just the basic survival needs. She then moved to the freezer.
"Um, they should be getting here soon," she replied, getting out the frozen pizzas. "What kind do you want? Cheese or pepperoni?"
"They?" Gordo questioned.
"You're right. Let's just have both," she managed to say, avoiding his question.
"They?" he repeated.
"No, them. The pizzas? Ya know? Are you following me here, Gordo?"
Gordo shook his head, crossing his arms across his front. "Miranda," he said in a stern voice.
"All right, all right, gosh. Lizzie called-well, actually Matt called, which, yeah, weird, but anywho- and said that Lanny wrote this really great script. Lizzie was reading it."
"Lizzie was reading? Must be some script."
"So I've heard. And so they wanted to enter this contest, the one we're entering, and they need someone to film it, obviously, that'd be you, and so we're a big group now."
"We? So it's Lizzie, Matt, Lanny, you, and me?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"I think, but you used lots more words and it was a little confusing."
"So, you're okay with this, right?"
"Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Miranda shrugged her shoulders. She sat down at the table, looking at the stuff Gordo brought.
"So what's in the binder?"
Before Gordo had a chance to answer Miranda's question the doorbell rang.
"That must be them," Miranda said and got up to answer the door. Gordo sat at the table by himself for a moment before deciding to join in on the 'answering the door' fun.
"Hey," Lizzie greeted but was shoved out of the way by Lanny and Matt. "Ugh!" she said, her voice squeaking a bit. "Excuse you."
Lanny opened his bag for the second or third time this day and shoved two folders at Miranda and Gordo. He looked at them, as if telling them 'read it, get a move on, people we DON'T have all day'.
"Geez, pushy much?" Miranda said, closing the door after they were all inside. Lanny just glared and Miranda shrunk back some. "All right, I'll read it."
Two hours and 3 slices of pizza (each) later Miranda, Lizzie, Gordo, Matt, and Lanny were sitting in the living room. Gordo was writing down ideas, and they were all discussing what to do about props, costumes, and, most importantly, casting.
"It's about a bunch of freshman in a new school. Which means that, out of us, me and Miranda can be in it, although I'm not so great with acting," Lizzie replied.
"And Miranda is?" Matt questioned. "Am I the only one that remembers her oh-so-great performance a few years back?"
"Please, please, don't remind me," Miranda said. "I've tried to mentally block that from my history as much as possible. And besides, I've gotten better. I no longer knock things over and my hair is better too."
"What does your hair have to do with any of this?" Gordo asked.
Miranda put her hands on her two frenchbraided pigtails, almost defensively. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just making a statement. It's much better."
"I have to agree with that," Lizzie replied.
"People, can we please stay on topic?" Gordo requested.
"Sorry," Miranda and Lizzie replied in unison.
"We're going to need more than just tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumber," Matt said. "The leads are one guy and one girl." Matt mostly spoke this to Gordo, who nodded. "Now, obviously you can't be the lead because you'll be filming it. And I can't be it because I'm more of a ringer for the supporting role. And Lanny can't be it because-"
"Of all the lines?" Miranda questioned.
"What? No, he's great with learning the lines. He just doesn't look like a freshman."
"Oh, right. I'm sure that's it," she quipped.
"So we need a lead male? No problem," Lizzie said. She looked at Miranda, as if passing knowledge to her through an invisible brain-link.
"Yeah," Miranda said. She and Lizzie shared one last glance before saying, "Ethan Craft."
Gordo shook his head as Miranda picked up the phone with her yearbook in her lap. She sat on the couch, the yearbook spread open to the autograph page where people always put their phone numbers. "Do it, come on," Lizzie hissed. 'Just great,' thought Gordo. 'I get to see one of the many people I avoid during the summer. Who's next? Kate?' Gordo laughed to himself, causing odd looks from the rest of the gang. "Err, yeah, go on, call him."
Miranda pressed the phone against her ear, covering her other ear with her hand to block the sound they were making. A few rings later she heard Ethan's voice come through the phone. "Yo, Sanchez," he said when answering the phone.
"Ethan, hey, how'd you know it was me?" Miranda asked.
"Miranda?"
Miranda was then confused.
"Didn't you already know that?"
"No, the caller I.D said it was someone named Sanchez."
Miranda just shook her head, smiling a little.
"Nevermind that. What are you doing tomorrow?"
The next day the whole gang, minus Ethan, sat at a table in the Digital Bean. Well, really there was two tables pushed together since each table sat 4 and there was 5 people, 6 if you count Ethan which we don't since he's not there yet. "When's Ethan supposed to get here?" Gordo asked, looking at his watch.
"Chill out, Gordo," Lizzie said. "He'll be here."
"I didn't say he wouldn't. I just asked *when*," Gordo replied.
Miranda looked at her wrist but realized she wasn't wearing a watch, so instead grabbed Gordo's wrist to look at. "He's supposed to be here..." she trailed off, then looked back at the others, "20 minutes ago."
Gordo shook his arm, releasing Miranda's grip on his wrist. While rubbing it he replied, "You told him the right time, right?"
Before Miranda had a chance to answer, they heard laughing coming from the entrance of the Digital Bean. "That laugh sounds like-" Miranda started to say, but was interrupted by Gordo.
"Don't say it. No way it could be her. No way in the world could it be..." He stopped mid-sentence as he saw Ethan Craft walk through the entrance with Kate and Claire. Ethan waved and the three began to walk over to their table(s). "Kate," he finished.
"And Claire. Can't forget Claire," Miranda replied.
"Hey, guys," Ethan said. "Hope you don't mind these ladies joining us. I thought maybe we could use some more help."
"Of course we don't mind," Gordo said sarcastically. "Heck, why not invite Larry Tudgeman too!"
At the table near theirs Larry stood up. "You mean it Gordo? I get to join in? That's so cool," he said, coming to theirs and smiling at Miranda. "Hey Miranda," he added wtih a wink
Miranda just shuddered, a look of horror on her face.
Matt looked towards Lanny, smiling at something Lanny just said. "You're right, Lanny," he said, looking at all the people gathered around them. "This IS going to be an interesting project...Very interesting indeed."
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...TBC...
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Gordo rang the doorbell, his camera bag on his shoulder and a binder in his hand. His other hand was carrying a two-liter of Cherry Coke. He waited, tapping his foot and trying to balance everything he was holding. It was challenge enough ringing the doorbell the first time, but a second time would be almost impossible. He sighed, praying Miranda would answer the door before he dropped all of his stuff and fell down the two steps of her granite porch.
The door swung open revealing Miranda. "Thank goodness," Gordo said before she could get a word of greeting in. "Here, take this." He handed her the Cherry Coke and she gave him an awkward look as he came into her house.
"Nice to see you, too," she replied. "What's with the coke?"
"Well, I thought it'd be a nice gesture to bring something for us to have since you're having us over," he replied, smiling.
"So your mom made you?" Miranda guessed.
"Yeah. You're lucky. She almost made me bring last nights leftovers but I talked her out of it," he replied. When she raised an eyebrow he simply said, "Meat loaf is not her specialty" and left it at that.
"So when is Lizzie supposed to arrive?" Gordo asked as he set his binder and camera bag on the kitchen table. Miranda was putting the drink in the closet-type pantry in which they kept their drinks, junk food, and cake mix. There was more in there than just that, but those were just the basic survival needs. She then moved to the freezer.
"Um, they should be getting here soon," she replied, getting out the frozen pizzas. "What kind do you want? Cheese or pepperoni?"
"They?" Gordo questioned.
"You're right. Let's just have both," she managed to say, avoiding his question.
"They?" he repeated.
"No, them. The pizzas? Ya know? Are you following me here, Gordo?"
Gordo shook his head, crossing his arms across his front. "Miranda," he said in a stern voice.
"All right, all right, gosh. Lizzie called-well, actually Matt called, which, yeah, weird, but anywho- and said that Lanny wrote this really great script. Lizzie was reading it."
"Lizzie was reading? Must be some script."
"So I've heard. And so they wanted to enter this contest, the one we're entering, and they need someone to film it, obviously, that'd be you, and so we're a big group now."
"We? So it's Lizzie, Matt, Lanny, you, and me?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"I think, but you used lots more words and it was a little confusing."
"So, you're okay with this, right?"
"Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Miranda shrugged her shoulders. She sat down at the table, looking at the stuff Gordo brought.
"So what's in the binder?"
Before Gordo had a chance to answer Miranda's question the doorbell rang.
"That must be them," Miranda said and got up to answer the door. Gordo sat at the table by himself for a moment before deciding to join in on the 'answering the door' fun.
"Hey," Lizzie greeted but was shoved out of the way by Lanny and Matt. "Ugh!" she said, her voice squeaking a bit. "Excuse you."
Lanny opened his bag for the second or third time this day and shoved two folders at Miranda and Gordo. He looked at them, as if telling them 'read it, get a move on, people we DON'T have all day'.
"Geez, pushy much?" Miranda said, closing the door after they were all inside. Lanny just glared and Miranda shrunk back some. "All right, I'll read it."
Two hours and 3 slices of pizza (each) later Miranda, Lizzie, Gordo, Matt, and Lanny were sitting in the living room. Gordo was writing down ideas, and they were all discussing what to do about props, costumes, and, most importantly, casting.
"It's about a bunch of freshman in a new school. Which means that, out of us, me and Miranda can be in it, although I'm not so great with acting," Lizzie replied.
"And Miranda is?" Matt questioned. "Am I the only one that remembers her oh-so-great performance a few years back?"
"Please, please, don't remind me," Miranda said. "I've tried to mentally block that from my history as much as possible. And besides, I've gotten better. I no longer knock things over and my hair is better too."
"What does your hair have to do with any of this?" Gordo asked.
Miranda put her hands on her two frenchbraided pigtails, almost defensively. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just making a statement. It's much better."
"I have to agree with that," Lizzie replied.
"People, can we please stay on topic?" Gordo requested.
"Sorry," Miranda and Lizzie replied in unison.
"We're going to need more than just tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumber," Matt said. "The leads are one guy and one girl." Matt mostly spoke this to Gordo, who nodded. "Now, obviously you can't be the lead because you'll be filming it. And I can't be it because I'm more of a ringer for the supporting role. And Lanny can't be it because-"
"Of all the lines?" Miranda questioned.
"What? No, he's great with learning the lines. He just doesn't look like a freshman."
"Oh, right. I'm sure that's it," she quipped.
"So we need a lead male? No problem," Lizzie said. She looked at Miranda, as if passing knowledge to her through an invisible brain-link.
"Yeah," Miranda said. She and Lizzie shared one last glance before saying, "Ethan Craft."
Gordo shook his head as Miranda picked up the phone with her yearbook in her lap. She sat on the couch, the yearbook spread open to the autograph page where people always put their phone numbers. "Do it, come on," Lizzie hissed. 'Just great,' thought Gordo. 'I get to see one of the many people I avoid during the summer. Who's next? Kate?' Gordo laughed to himself, causing odd looks from the rest of the gang. "Err, yeah, go on, call him."
Miranda pressed the phone against her ear, covering her other ear with her hand to block the sound they were making. A few rings later she heard Ethan's voice come through the phone. "Yo, Sanchez," he said when answering the phone.
"Ethan, hey, how'd you know it was me?" Miranda asked.
"Miranda?"
Miranda was then confused.
"Didn't you already know that?"
"No, the caller I.D said it was someone named Sanchez."
Miranda just shook her head, smiling a little.
"Nevermind that. What are you doing tomorrow?"
The next day the whole gang, minus Ethan, sat at a table in the Digital Bean. Well, really there was two tables pushed together since each table sat 4 and there was 5 people, 6 if you count Ethan which we don't since he's not there yet. "When's Ethan supposed to get here?" Gordo asked, looking at his watch.
"Chill out, Gordo," Lizzie said. "He'll be here."
"I didn't say he wouldn't. I just asked *when*," Gordo replied.
Miranda looked at her wrist but realized she wasn't wearing a watch, so instead grabbed Gordo's wrist to look at. "He's supposed to be here..." she trailed off, then looked back at the others, "20 minutes ago."
Gordo shook his arm, releasing Miranda's grip on his wrist. While rubbing it he replied, "You told him the right time, right?"
Before Miranda had a chance to answer, they heard laughing coming from the entrance of the Digital Bean. "That laugh sounds like-" Miranda started to say, but was interrupted by Gordo.
"Don't say it. No way it could be her. No way in the world could it be..." He stopped mid-sentence as he saw Ethan Craft walk through the entrance with Kate and Claire. Ethan waved and the three began to walk over to their table(s). "Kate," he finished.
"And Claire. Can't forget Claire," Miranda replied.
"Hey, guys," Ethan said. "Hope you don't mind these ladies joining us. I thought maybe we could use some more help."
"Of course we don't mind," Gordo said sarcastically. "Heck, why not invite Larry Tudgeman too!"
At the table near theirs Larry stood up. "You mean it Gordo? I get to join in? That's so cool," he said, coming to theirs and smiling at Miranda. "Hey Miranda," he added wtih a wink
Miranda just shuddered, a look of horror on her face.
Matt looked towards Lanny, smiling at something Lanny just said. "You're right, Lanny," he said, looking at all the people gathered around them. "This IS going to be an interesting project...Very interesting indeed."
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...TBC...
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