Chapter Four – Seeing Beneath
Eighteen year old David Gordon took his seat in English class, near the back of the room. As usual, he was one of the first people to class.
Larry Tudgeman came in and sat beside him, and the two chatted for a few minutes. Gordo and Larry had become friends after high school had begun, sharing a common obsession with school.
The bell rang, and the teacher quieted the class. As she took attendance, Gordo's attention traveled to the forms of his two former best friends, Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez. They both looked rather upset today, he mused. Other people probably wouldn't have noticed, but the three had been so close for so long, that Gordo could still recognize the slightest shifts in their moods.
He sighed softly, wishing that he were back in junior high. He missed his two best friends, missed having the girls outnumber him, missed having them drag him along to boring chick flick movies. They both seemed to have changed so much, but he could see beneath it all. They were the same Lizzie and Miranda that he had always known.
And Lizzie.
In junior high, he had come to think of Lizzie as more than just a friend, even though it was plain that she didn't see him that way.
Well, maybe at the end of the year…
He smiled, remembering how she had kissed him on the cheek at the last moment in the 8th grade photo.
He still loved her. There was no denying it. Even though they had stopped hanging out, he still loved her more than he had ever loved anyone before.
But it was no use. The three of them would probably never be more than casual acquaintances again, he realized.