What would have happened if Miranda were in Dear Lizzie, ClueLess and BBHJH? This is
the story of that alternate reality.
Chapter One- Dear Lizzie
***~~~***~~~***
I walked down the hallway and sniffled. Remnants of the cold were still within me but I
was well enough to come to school. Or at least I thought I was. My fever had to be
playing with my mind.
Why were so many people hovering around Lizzie like that? I could barely see her
distinctive blonde ponytail bobbing up and down in the sea of heads that stood above hers.
As soon as the crowd was gone I walked up to Lizzie smiling broadly.
"What happened, are you like the Candy Woman now or something?
Lizzie glared at me. "That crowd happened because you weren't here yesterday. You
were supposed to sign me up for newspaper and didn't. So I'm stuck with advice
columnist. "
I raised my eyebrows. "Lizzie, you take advice, not give it."
"That's what I said." Gordo said from behind me.
I turned around and grinned at Gordo. "Yes, great minds do think alike."
"You two have got to stop making fun of my insecurities! It's not nice! And at least I'm
giving some service to the people!"
"Point well taken, Dear Abby." I said.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and walked off towards her next class, getting mobbed by students
along the way.
~***~
Over the next few days I saw and talked to Lizzie less and less. Gordo's job as head of the
E-zine was a breeze compared to Lizzie's. I was stuck at home by myself and totally
bored. On one of those particular nights I got "The Call." I expected it to be a wrong
number or maybe even a telemarketer. But when I picked the phone out of it's cradle and
pressed "TALK" I got a surprise.
"Gordo? Is that really you? Wow, I've moved to Japan and gotten married and become a
word-famous singer since you last talked to me! How's life?"
"Miranda, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, okay, what's up?"
"Lizzie's quitting the column. She has to answer one more letter and I have a particular
one I need her to answer."
I smiled, "And who would this letter be from?"
"None of your business! But I need you to like, channel her or something."
I rolled my eyes again, "So this mysterious letter has nothing to do with you?"
Gordo's blush could nearly be heard through the phone. "N-no."
"Well, no guarantees, but I'll hope for it and I can even do better if she calls me."
There was a pause on the other line.
"You do realize you just got me really confused, don't you?"
"Someone saint me! I know how to perform miracles!" I cheered.
"Bye, Saint Miranda!"
"Buh bye, dude who did not write in to Lizzie's column!"
***~***
The next day I met up with Lizzie before school in the hallway.
"Hey, Miranda. I've just gotta drop this by the newspaper office and we can meet up with
Veruca to go to next period."
I raised my eyebrows, "Um yeah-huh." I trailed after Lizzie to the office and we saw
Gordo typing up the next issue on the PC.
"Well, here it is, Gordo. My last column, thank goodness."
"This is perfect!" Gordo exclaimed.
"Well, I couldn't let 'Confused Guy' down."
"You didn't." I heard Gordo say under his breath.
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing." Gordo smiled up at her.
All of a sudden, it began to fall into place in my mind. I fell back against the blackboard
and went into a bit of a daze. The jealousy, the stares... I mean, it had been obvious to me
that Gordo liked Lizzie. And she was still blind to it. Gordo had obviously written in to try
to tell her. I watched as Gordo stood up and turned to Lizzie.
"Um, Lizzie. There's something I've been meaning to tell you." He stammered along.
"Yeah, Gordo?" She smiled at him.
He opened his mouth then stopped short. His mouth opened again and he smiled to her.
"You give great advice."
Lizzie smiled back and walked out the door. Gordo looked defeated and he sat back down
at the computer. Sighing sadly, he continued typing. I stepped out of the shadows, pulled
a chair up beside him and sat down.
"So, you really like her that much, huh Confused Guy?"
Gordo's eyes widened in shock. He drew his hands away from the keyboard and slowly
turned to me. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me." I replied.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Besides, it's none of your business." Gordo
turned back to his work.
I sighed in defeat and walked to the door. I stopped in the frame and turned back to
Gordo. It would be up to me to bring my best friends together no matter what it meant for
me.
*~.~*~.~*
I know that first chapter was bad, but I promise it will get better in the Clue-Less part!
NOTE: The rest of my stories are all on hold because I'm totally uninspired for them at
the moment. Sorry. :-( But I promise to try to work on them soon!
Always listen to insane matchmakers,
Bibs
the story of that alternate reality.
Chapter One- Dear Lizzie
***~~~***~~~***
I walked down the hallway and sniffled. Remnants of the cold were still within me but I
was well enough to come to school. Or at least I thought I was. My fever had to be
playing with my mind.
Why were so many people hovering around Lizzie like that? I could barely see her
distinctive blonde ponytail bobbing up and down in the sea of heads that stood above hers.
As soon as the crowd was gone I walked up to Lizzie smiling broadly.
"What happened, are you like the Candy Woman now or something?
Lizzie glared at me. "That crowd happened because you weren't here yesterday. You
were supposed to sign me up for newspaper and didn't. So I'm stuck with advice
columnist. "
I raised my eyebrows. "Lizzie, you take advice, not give it."
"That's what I said." Gordo said from behind me.
I turned around and grinned at Gordo. "Yes, great minds do think alike."
"You two have got to stop making fun of my insecurities! It's not nice! And at least I'm
giving some service to the people!"
"Point well taken, Dear Abby." I said.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and walked off towards her next class, getting mobbed by students
along the way.
~***~
Over the next few days I saw and talked to Lizzie less and less. Gordo's job as head of the
E-zine was a breeze compared to Lizzie's. I was stuck at home by myself and totally
bored. On one of those particular nights I got "The Call." I expected it to be a wrong
number or maybe even a telemarketer. But when I picked the phone out of it's cradle and
pressed "TALK" I got a surprise.
"Gordo? Is that really you? Wow, I've moved to Japan and gotten married and become a
word-famous singer since you last talked to me! How's life?"
"Miranda, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, okay, what's up?"
"Lizzie's quitting the column. She has to answer one more letter and I have a particular
one I need her to answer."
I smiled, "And who would this letter be from?"
"None of your business! But I need you to like, channel her or something."
I rolled my eyes again, "So this mysterious letter has nothing to do with you?"
Gordo's blush could nearly be heard through the phone. "N-no."
"Well, no guarantees, but I'll hope for it and I can even do better if she calls me."
There was a pause on the other line.
"You do realize you just got me really confused, don't you?"
"Someone saint me! I know how to perform miracles!" I cheered.
"Bye, Saint Miranda!"
"Buh bye, dude who did not write in to Lizzie's column!"
***~***
The next day I met up with Lizzie before school in the hallway.
"Hey, Miranda. I've just gotta drop this by the newspaper office and we can meet up with
Veruca to go to next period."
I raised my eyebrows, "Um yeah-huh." I trailed after Lizzie to the office and we saw
Gordo typing up the next issue on the PC.
"Well, here it is, Gordo. My last column, thank goodness."
"This is perfect!" Gordo exclaimed.
"Well, I couldn't let 'Confused Guy' down."
"You didn't." I heard Gordo say under his breath.
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing." Gordo smiled up at her.
All of a sudden, it began to fall into place in my mind. I fell back against the blackboard
and went into a bit of a daze. The jealousy, the stares... I mean, it had been obvious to me
that Gordo liked Lizzie. And she was still blind to it. Gordo had obviously written in to try
to tell her. I watched as Gordo stood up and turned to Lizzie.
"Um, Lizzie. There's something I've been meaning to tell you." He stammered along.
"Yeah, Gordo?" She smiled at him.
He opened his mouth then stopped short. His mouth opened again and he smiled to her.
"You give great advice."
Lizzie smiled back and walked out the door. Gordo looked defeated and he sat back down
at the computer. Sighing sadly, he continued typing. I stepped out of the shadows, pulled
a chair up beside him and sat down.
"So, you really like her that much, huh Confused Guy?"
Gordo's eyes widened in shock. He drew his hands away from the keyboard and slowly
turned to me. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me." I replied.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Besides, it's none of your business." Gordo
turned back to his work.
I sighed in defeat and walked to the door. I stopped in the frame and turned back to
Gordo. It would be up to me to bring my best friends together no matter what it meant for
me.
*~.~*~.~*
I know that first chapter was bad, but I promise it will get better in the Clue-Less part!
NOTE: The rest of my stories are all on hold because I'm totally uninspired for them at
the moment. Sorry. :-( But I promise to try to work on them soon!
Always listen to insane matchmakers,
Bibs