DISCLAIMER: That's right, I still don't own Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda, and
I probably never will so I really do not see any sense in suing me, seeing
as I'm just some innocent teenager who needs a life, and STILL has no
money.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: ooookay, as I said in the last chapter, HUGE apologies for the crappy beginning, but I figured I had to start it off somehow. (Maybe I should apologize for the title, too, because it doesn't really fit my story, so maybe I will try to change it later) I hope this chapter will be a little more interesting, possibly a little more humorous- ENJOY! p.s. thanks to Katie, and Morbidity who reviewed- I started dancing around my computer cuz I was so happy someone looked at my stuff out of their own free will (well, that and they started playing barenaked ladies on the radio- I HAD to dance to that!!!). And Morbidity- thanks for the advice, I'll try to space my stuff out some more, cuz I can see what you mean- it would confuse me too if I hadn't written it! NOW READ:
"What's wrong?" Gordo looked concerned, as he asked- he must have felt me jump slightly. I quickly pasted a fake smile on my face and told him I just felt kind of chilled, that's all. I turned back to my own thoughts, which were getting more confusing by the minute. I knew that the teddy bear was the same I had given Kate- it HAD to be! I had gotten the teddy bear almost six years ago, and the model wasn't that common, no way someone could find one of those now just for the purpose of scaring the shit out of me. I sunk down lower in my seat and spent the rest of the movie unable to tear my mind away from the note and teddy bear. Somehow it made sense that Kate could be the one doing all this, she had been jealous of me before, hadn't she? Her liking Gordo even made sense, in an insane, jealous rage type way. I dragged myself through the rest of the night trying to look like I wasn't completely preoccupied and slightly paranoid that Kate was going to jump out of the bushes or something like that. Neither Gordo nor Miranda seemed to realize I was that far out of it (maybe I was better actress than I thought.), but it wasn't until Gordo drove me home after the movies that he brought it up. "Sow what's really up with you, Lizzie? You're definitely not yourself, that's for sure." He glanced at me as he drove. I kept my eyes trained on the ground as I answered "It's nothing, Gordo, I'm just worried about Midterms, that's all." Gordo looked at me again, longer this time, almost studying me. I avoided eye contact and reassured him "I'm fine, Gordo, please don't worry about me." He shook his head and looked at me one last time "All right, Lizzie, just tell me if you need help, you know I'm always here." I gave him an uneasy smile and he smiled back- aww his smile always melted me- I reached out and flipped on the radio, and Gordo went back to concentrating on the road.
.Later when I got home. "I don't know what to do anymore, Lizzie. I just can't stop loving him, you know?" Miranda was ranting about that night's movie trip, recounting every encounter she had with Gordo, and continuing to tell me just how much she liked him. Quite obviously she didn't realize that I had feeling for Gordo too, but I guess that's good, in a way. I let my mind wander as I listened to Miranda's Gordo babble. Lately she seemed a much more depressed than she used to be. I had noticed her drinking more at parties, and she hooked up with way more guys than necessary. In fact, the only time she ever seemed genuinely happy anymore was when she was around Gordo. Then I made a decision. I had to make Miranda happy- that essentially meant getting her back together with Gordo.
The more and more I thought about it; the more and more it seemed like a good idea. I listened to those two talk on the phone every night, I'm hardly part of their conversations anymore. They had so much in common; it was obvious they were meant for each other. Well, it looked like I had a new mission in life. Just then, I heard the doorbell chime, but I was still chatting with Miranda so I let Matt answer it. "Lizzie!" he shouted up to my room "Somebody left a package for you!" I gasped and dropped the phone (with Miranda still blathering away) and ran for the stairs.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: again, sorry for the cliffhanger, (I think I'm in a rut.) I just realized that this chapter is probably just as boring as the last, if not more, so I promise I will try and pick up the pace. It's a long weekend, so expect to see more postings tomorrow- please r&r!! Thank you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: ooookay, as I said in the last chapter, HUGE apologies for the crappy beginning, but I figured I had to start it off somehow. (Maybe I should apologize for the title, too, because it doesn't really fit my story, so maybe I will try to change it later) I hope this chapter will be a little more interesting, possibly a little more humorous- ENJOY! p.s. thanks to Katie, and Morbidity who reviewed- I started dancing around my computer cuz I was so happy someone looked at my stuff out of their own free will (well, that and they started playing barenaked ladies on the radio- I HAD to dance to that!!!). And Morbidity- thanks for the advice, I'll try to space my stuff out some more, cuz I can see what you mean- it would confuse me too if I hadn't written it! NOW READ:
"What's wrong?" Gordo looked concerned, as he asked- he must have felt me jump slightly. I quickly pasted a fake smile on my face and told him I just felt kind of chilled, that's all. I turned back to my own thoughts, which were getting more confusing by the minute. I knew that the teddy bear was the same I had given Kate- it HAD to be! I had gotten the teddy bear almost six years ago, and the model wasn't that common, no way someone could find one of those now just for the purpose of scaring the shit out of me. I sunk down lower in my seat and spent the rest of the movie unable to tear my mind away from the note and teddy bear. Somehow it made sense that Kate could be the one doing all this, she had been jealous of me before, hadn't she? Her liking Gordo even made sense, in an insane, jealous rage type way. I dragged myself through the rest of the night trying to look like I wasn't completely preoccupied and slightly paranoid that Kate was going to jump out of the bushes or something like that. Neither Gordo nor Miranda seemed to realize I was that far out of it (maybe I was better actress than I thought.), but it wasn't until Gordo drove me home after the movies that he brought it up. "Sow what's really up with you, Lizzie? You're definitely not yourself, that's for sure." He glanced at me as he drove. I kept my eyes trained on the ground as I answered "It's nothing, Gordo, I'm just worried about Midterms, that's all." Gordo looked at me again, longer this time, almost studying me. I avoided eye contact and reassured him "I'm fine, Gordo, please don't worry about me." He shook his head and looked at me one last time "All right, Lizzie, just tell me if you need help, you know I'm always here." I gave him an uneasy smile and he smiled back- aww his smile always melted me- I reached out and flipped on the radio, and Gordo went back to concentrating on the road.
.Later when I got home. "I don't know what to do anymore, Lizzie. I just can't stop loving him, you know?" Miranda was ranting about that night's movie trip, recounting every encounter she had with Gordo, and continuing to tell me just how much she liked him. Quite obviously she didn't realize that I had feeling for Gordo too, but I guess that's good, in a way. I let my mind wander as I listened to Miranda's Gordo babble. Lately she seemed a much more depressed than she used to be. I had noticed her drinking more at parties, and she hooked up with way more guys than necessary. In fact, the only time she ever seemed genuinely happy anymore was when she was around Gordo. Then I made a decision. I had to make Miranda happy- that essentially meant getting her back together with Gordo.
The more and more I thought about it; the more and more it seemed like a good idea. I listened to those two talk on the phone every night, I'm hardly part of their conversations anymore. They had so much in common; it was obvious they were meant for each other. Well, it looked like I had a new mission in life. Just then, I heard the doorbell chime, but I was still chatting with Miranda so I let Matt answer it. "Lizzie!" he shouted up to my room "Somebody left a package for you!" I gasped and dropped the phone (with Miranda still blathering away) and ran for the stairs.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: again, sorry for the cliffhanger, (I think I'm in a rut.) I just realized that this chapter is probably just as boring as the last, if not more, so I promise I will try and pick up the pace. It's a long weekend, so expect to see more postings tomorrow- please r&r!! Thank you!