A/N: Haha! It's been a full month since I've updated. And I bet the three of you that are reading this story thought I abandoned it...hehehe...you were wrong! As you can see, I have changed the title and summary. I figured it would appeal to more people. Anyway, back to the story!
Chapter 8: Realizing What You Already Knew
"Miranda, for the last time: Mr. Jehle does not work for the CIA!" Lizzie emphasized to her friend in the backseat.
"I'm telling you! There is no way a teacher could be that nice to us!" Miranda debated.
"What do you think, Gordo?" they both asked their friend at the same time, always looking to their strong friend for advice.
"I think you two need to be in that hospital next to Andrew based on the way you're talking!" Gordo joked.
"Gordo!" they screamed.
"Okay, kids, calm down. We're here," Jo said as they pulled up to the big metal building.
"I wonder how Andrew is doing," Miranda thought aloud once they were inside the walls of the hospital.
Once they reached the room, they saw Andrew and another boy next to him playing a game on an XBOX console. With puzzled looks, the trio walked to over to Andrew and looked up at the screen, which showed Halo being played by the two infirm teenagers.
"Um...Andrew..." Gordo started.
"One second my man," Andrew replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. Boo ya! Covenant tank destroyed! Okay, I'm done for now," he said triumphantly, placing the control on his bed.
"You are the king!" the boy next to him praised.
"Before you ask, this is Jim. Jim, this is Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo," Andrew said, motioning to each one of them. They all greeted each other.
"Jim has a broken leg. They roomed him with me, so I asked my parents to hire a U-Haul and bring the XBOX here," he said, pointing at the rather large console on the table.
"So, Jim, how much is he bothering you?" Lizzie asked.
"It's unbearable!" Jim said, exaggerated. Everyone laughed.
"I'm going to go grab a drink," Miranda said.
"Oh. I'll come with you. My mouth's getting kind of dry, anyway," Lizzie offered, making a motion with her mouth to indicate its condition. "We'll be right back." They exited the room.
"Okay. Now that they're gone, I can talk like a guy. I have to use the can," Andrew said getting up to walk to the bathroom.
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"Andrew seems to be doing a lot better," Lizzie noted.
"Yeah, he's got color and he seems able to walk around," Miranda replied as they reached the vending machine. Lizzie went to get a drink. "H-hey, Lizzie, can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course, Miranda," Lizzie responded as she bent down to retreive her Vanilla Coke.
"Well, you see, do you remember the first night Andrew was in the hospital, when Gordo pulled me outside?"
Lizzie thought back. "Um...yeah, yeah, I do."
"Did he tell you what we talked about?" Lizzie shook her head. "Well, he...he told me that he liked me."
Lizzie just stared at her. "Go on," was all she could manage.
"Well, I rejected him," Miranda said, looking down, almost ashamed, almost as if she had let Lizzie down.
"Why would you do that, Miranda?" Lizzie asked, shocked. "Gordo is so sweet, and nice, and funny, and..."
"Sounds like I did you a favor!" Miranda interrupted, with her famous you-have-a-crush-on-Gordo look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, Lizzie! You get this dreamy look every time you talk about him, you ramble on about him like you did just now. You're major crushing," Miranda finished with triumph. By now, Miranda had obtained her drink. "I'll meet you back at the room." And she was off down the hall, leaving a confused Lizzie in her wake.
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"I'm baaaaaaaaaack!" Miranda sang as she entered the room.
"Eh, I've had enough of you," Andrew joked, earning him a soft punch on the arm from Miranda.
"Kids, it's time to go," Sam McGuire said from the doorway. "Where's Lizzie?"
"Down the hall getting a soda," Miranda informed him.
"Ah. Well, I'll go get her. Meet us by the car. Bye, Andrew."
"Bye, Mr. McGuire. Thanks for coming."
Sam nodded, and was down the hall to find his daughter.
"Well, I'll be at the car. See you, Andrew," Gordo said, sticking out his hand for a slap, which Andrew gave him.
"Goodbye, Gordo, 'till we meet again!" Andrew said overdramatically. Gordo shook his head, chuckled, and left the room.
"Hey, Andrew, have you ever noticed that Gordo seems to act...differently...around Lizzie?" Miranda said, always straight to the point.
"What do you mean?" Andrew asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, he seems to become de-robosized." Andrew just stared at her, his eyebrow still arched. "I mean, he doesn't seem to be himself."
"I know what you mean. Do you think he likes her?"
"Maybe. And you know what that means!"
"No, I don't," Andrew said matter-of-factly.
"That means it could be matchmaking time for us!" Miranda announced, beaming.
"I guess..." Andrew answered half-heartedly, but still thinking. "Okay, I'm in! I mean, I have to do something while I'm lying here!" he said to a smiling Miranda? "Partners?" he asked, sticking out his hand.
"Partners," Miranda replied without hesitation, shaking his hand. "Well, they're waiting for me. See you soon."
"Bye," Andrew responded, and watched her leave.
"That's some girl you've got there," Jim said, turning to face Andrew.
"What? She's not my girl!" Andrew replied.
"Well, if I were you, I would act fast before someone takes her away from you," Jim said, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels on TV.
Andrew just lay in bed, with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
A/N: This chapter probably doesn't make up for the month of no updates, but I did the best I could. Review and tell me what you think!
Chapter 8: Realizing What You Already Knew
"Miranda, for the last time: Mr. Jehle does not work for the CIA!" Lizzie emphasized to her friend in the backseat.
"I'm telling you! There is no way a teacher could be that nice to us!" Miranda debated.
"What do you think, Gordo?" they both asked their friend at the same time, always looking to their strong friend for advice.
"I think you two need to be in that hospital next to Andrew based on the way you're talking!" Gordo joked.
"Gordo!" they screamed.
"Okay, kids, calm down. We're here," Jo said as they pulled up to the big metal building.
"I wonder how Andrew is doing," Miranda thought aloud once they were inside the walls of the hospital.
Once they reached the room, they saw Andrew and another boy next to him playing a game on an XBOX console. With puzzled looks, the trio walked to over to Andrew and looked up at the screen, which showed Halo being played by the two infirm teenagers.
"Um...Andrew..." Gordo started.
"One second my man," Andrew replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. Boo ya! Covenant tank destroyed! Okay, I'm done for now," he said triumphantly, placing the control on his bed.
"You are the king!" the boy next to him praised.
"Before you ask, this is Jim. Jim, this is Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo," Andrew said, motioning to each one of them. They all greeted each other.
"Jim has a broken leg. They roomed him with me, so I asked my parents to hire a U-Haul and bring the XBOX here," he said, pointing at the rather large console on the table.
"So, Jim, how much is he bothering you?" Lizzie asked.
"It's unbearable!" Jim said, exaggerated. Everyone laughed.
"I'm going to go grab a drink," Miranda said.
"Oh. I'll come with you. My mouth's getting kind of dry, anyway," Lizzie offered, making a motion with her mouth to indicate its condition. "We'll be right back." They exited the room.
"Okay. Now that they're gone, I can talk like a guy. I have to use the can," Andrew said getting up to walk to the bathroom.
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"Andrew seems to be doing a lot better," Lizzie noted.
"Yeah, he's got color and he seems able to walk around," Miranda replied as they reached the vending machine. Lizzie went to get a drink. "H-hey, Lizzie, can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course, Miranda," Lizzie responded as she bent down to retreive her Vanilla Coke.
"Well, you see, do you remember the first night Andrew was in the hospital, when Gordo pulled me outside?"
Lizzie thought back. "Um...yeah, yeah, I do."
"Did he tell you what we talked about?" Lizzie shook her head. "Well, he...he told me that he liked me."
Lizzie just stared at her. "Go on," was all she could manage.
"Well, I rejected him," Miranda said, looking down, almost ashamed, almost as if she had let Lizzie down.
"Why would you do that, Miranda?" Lizzie asked, shocked. "Gordo is so sweet, and nice, and funny, and..."
"Sounds like I did you a favor!" Miranda interrupted, with her famous you-have-a-crush-on-Gordo look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, Lizzie! You get this dreamy look every time you talk about him, you ramble on about him like you did just now. You're major crushing," Miranda finished with triumph. By now, Miranda had obtained her drink. "I'll meet you back at the room." And she was off down the hall, leaving a confused Lizzie in her wake.
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"I'm baaaaaaaaaack!" Miranda sang as she entered the room.
"Eh, I've had enough of you," Andrew joked, earning him a soft punch on the arm from Miranda.
"Kids, it's time to go," Sam McGuire said from the doorway. "Where's Lizzie?"
"Down the hall getting a soda," Miranda informed him.
"Ah. Well, I'll go get her. Meet us by the car. Bye, Andrew."
"Bye, Mr. McGuire. Thanks for coming."
Sam nodded, and was down the hall to find his daughter.
"Well, I'll be at the car. See you, Andrew," Gordo said, sticking out his hand for a slap, which Andrew gave him.
"Goodbye, Gordo, 'till we meet again!" Andrew said overdramatically. Gordo shook his head, chuckled, and left the room.
"Hey, Andrew, have you ever noticed that Gordo seems to act...differently...around Lizzie?" Miranda said, always straight to the point.
"What do you mean?" Andrew asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, he seems to become de-robosized." Andrew just stared at her, his eyebrow still arched. "I mean, he doesn't seem to be himself."
"I know what you mean. Do you think he likes her?"
"Maybe. And you know what that means!"
"No, I don't," Andrew said matter-of-factly.
"That means it could be matchmaking time for us!" Miranda announced, beaming.
"I guess..." Andrew answered half-heartedly, but still thinking. "Okay, I'm in! I mean, I have to do something while I'm lying here!" he said to a smiling Miranda? "Partners?" he asked, sticking out his hand.
"Partners," Miranda replied without hesitation, shaking his hand. "Well, they're waiting for me. See you soon."
"Bye," Andrew responded, and watched her leave.
"That's some girl you've got there," Jim said, turning to face Andrew.
"What? She's not my girl!" Andrew replied.
"Well, if I were you, I would act fast before someone takes her away from you," Jim said, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels on TV.
Andrew just lay in bed, with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
A/N: This chapter probably doesn't make up for the month of no updates, but I did the best I could. Review and tell me what you think!
