Chapter 2: The Plan

Friday 7:00 PM

Lizzie POV

Thursday and Friday afternoons, we sailed our stuff down to the island. It was a long ride. It took an hour to get all the way there, then an hour to get back. We made only two trips, though.

Then Friday night was finally here.

And the parents couldn't bear it.

"Okay, bye!"

"See you Monday!"

"Be careful!"

And with that, we stepped into the rowboat and rowed ourselves to the island. It took forever! But when we did get there, all of our stuff was waiting for us.

"This is so cool!" I said, stepping off of the boat.

"I know, isn't it?" Miranda started setting up our tent.

Gordo got out his camera. "This'll make a great documentary."

"Gordo!" We exclaimed.

Animated Lizzie: Are documentaries the only things ever on his mind?

I picked up the 'emergency' cell phone and dialed home. "We're safe!" I said to them and hung up immediately.

"Whoa, we have enough food to last us for a month!" Gordo exclaimed.

"I know. In case of emergencies." I told him.

"Oh no!" I heard a moan form inside the tent.

"What?" we asked, peering in.

"I forgot my-my toothbrush."

Miranda POV

I had to think of an excuse to leave them alone on the island. I had a plan. I would sail back to shore, with the rowboat, taking the cell phone with me. Then Lizzie and Gordo would be stuck on the island together. Why?

Well, anyone who has eyes could see that Gordo liked her a lot. Lizzie might have liked him too; I don't know about that. But I knew that if I left them alone on the island. They'd have to fall in love. It worked in all the movies, so why shouldn't it work in real life?

Oh, and if you were wondering, the parents knew about this. They wanted Lizzie and Gordo to get together. It was so weird. Parents were becoming so sane these days. "Your toothbrush?" Lizzie asked doubtfully.

"Yeah."

"Well, you can live toothbrush-free for two days, can't you?" She asked.

My eyes widened. I couldn't beat that.

I guessed I had to lie.

Not my best subject.

"Well, I'd like to, but you see-the doctor said that I have to brush my teeth three times a day for this-uh... thing I'm getting." I lied.

"What kind of thing?" Gordo asked.

Since when was Gordo so nosy?

"Uh... they won't tell me. Yet." I said, hoping they were buying this.

"Okay." Lizzie sighed. "Be back by 9."

"You sound like my mom." Gordo pointed out.

We started laughing, and I left, making sure the cell phone was 'accidentally' in my pocket.

My plan was just beginning...