Chapter 7: Under the Stars

Sunday 9:30 P.M.

Gordo POV

Still no sign of Miranda. This was not good. It was already Saturday night.

"Oh, wow!" Lizzie pointed to the sky. "There's the big dipper!"

I looked up, and sure enough, I saw it too. "Cool." I said.

I stared at her hard. How could this hot teenager be the same Lizzie that I knew as a little girl?

Hot? Did I just call Lizzie hot?

HOT?!

Well, she was. This sounded crazy, but I felt like going up to her and planting my lips on hers. Or going up to her and make her fall for me.

I knew one thing for sure.

None of that would ever happen.

"Yeah." She dragged her sleeping bag outside and slipped inside. "Get yours. I like looking at the stars."

I smiled and got mine out next to hers. "So..." I started.

"So..."

I tried to think of a subject that would break the ice, but I was too nervous. She was inches away from me! What should I have done?

"It's amazing how people can imagine the stars as people and animals and things. And then make up stories about them. How do they do that? I must be hard." Lizzie said.

"Yeah, I know. I tried to make up my on constellations once, and I always ended up making nothing." I replied.

"Well, show me one. Maybe I can make something out of it." She said, the campfire's shadows flickering across her face.

I sighed. "See that one blue star?" I pointed.

She shook her head. "No."

"Right next to..."

"Oh, I see it now!"

"Then go up four stars and curve to the left two."

"Mmm-hmmm. Okay."

"Then go diagonal to the star you started with."

"The blue one?"

"Yeah." I said. "Now, what does it look like?"

She started giggling. "It looks like a slice of pie with little sprinkles in the middle."

I studied it closer. "Hey, you're right."

"And if you add a couple more stars it looks like a person with a pie for a body." She giggled again.

We talked for hours, pointing to the stars and talking and... sharing secrets.

"Truth or Dare." She asked me.

I groaned. "Truth."

"I'm not so cruel... so-tell me a clue about the girl you like." She said.

I thought for a moment. "She has blond hair. Amazing, silky blonde hair." I admitted. "Is she skinny?"

"Not a stick, but totally perfect."

"How do you rate her for perfectness: scale of 1-10?"

I sighed dreamily. "10."

This was crazy. I was in love with Lizzie.

DID I JUST SAY...?