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Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your great reviews! Seriously, I know you all hate me for the whole Miranda/Gordo thing, but I swear to you, it gets better. Trust me! I'm a L/G fan all the way. ^_^ But really, the title of the fic is "Unexpected", so you gotta be surprised a few times. But really, thanks for your support, and thanks for reading my other story "The Sweetness" (for those of you that have).
Much love,
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
Unexpected
Chapter Four: Brand New You
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Lizzie, even though she had the same class as Larry, was the last one to their corner table. Over at the far entrance to the cafeteria, there was a small hubbub. "What's up?" Lizzie asked, casting a glance at the collection of kids gathering by the door -- a collection, she noted, comprised entirely of girls.
"Cheerleading tryouts," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "They posted the sign up sheet five minutes ago."
"Oh," Lizzie said, and unwrapped her sandwich. But even as she ate, she kept glancing over at the sheet by the door.
"So in my art class, we have to do still lifes in two different mediums," Miranda was saying, "and I'm thinking of doing sculpture and a charcoal sketch...Lizzie?"
Lizzie looked back at the table.
"You're totally zoning," Miranda informed her.
"I think I'm gonna do it," Lizzie said decisively. The other three stared at her, confused. They hadn't been privy to the conversation she'd been having with herself in her head.
"Do...what?" Gordo asked slowly.
Lizzie put down her sandwich. "Sign up."
Larry was the first one to catch on. "You're gonna do it?" he asked.
"Sign up for WHAT?" Miranda said, looking totally perplexed.
"Tryouts," Lizzie said.
Miranda and Gordo stared. "No way," Gordo said.
"You wouldn't," said Miranda.
"I would."
"You want to be on a team with those bitches?"
"C'mon, Miranda, they can't all be that bad. Besides, why shouldn't I go for it? I aced rhythmic gymnastics, didn't I? Cheerleading is just that, only with rhyming and short skirts." Still no positive reinforcement. "I'm totally sick of not doing anything with my life," Lizzie said. "If I don't take risks, nothing will happen. I was hoping you guys would support me on this, but if you don't, then I'll just go it alone." She stood up, stalked purposefully towards the far entrance, and proudly signed her name on the sheet. When she got back to her seat, she fixed her supposed best friends with a defiant glare. "Face it, guys, Lizzie McGuire is a wannabe cheerleader."
~~~~~
That day after school, Gordo showed up to her locker -- alone. "Hey."
Lizzie tossed her math book in her backpack. "Yo."
"Listen, about today at lunch...I'm proud of you."
Lizzie could only snort derisively. "I bet. You hate cheerleaders and everything they stand for."
"I prefer to think of it as a case-to-case basis. But seriously, you have a goal and you're going to work hard to achieve it, and that's commendable. Besides, if you do make the squad, then you'll prove that not all cheerleaders are heartless trendoids."
"True."
"And anyway, it's obvious you really want to do this. So I'm behind you, a hundred percent."
Lizzie slammed her locker shut and zipped her backpack. "Thanks, Gordo."
She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for a moment, it was like old times. Before Lizzie had started resenting Miranda and hanging out with Tudgeman to compensate for losing her two best friends. But she'd never really lost them, had she? It was obvious that she still had Gordo, and she was pretty sure that Miranda would come around.
Lizzie glanced around. The hallway was empty except for them. "You know, Gordo, I gotta tell you something," she said, surprised at her newfound confidence today. "Last year...when I kissed you...I really liked you, you know." There. Past tense, not really saying but definitely implying that she was over him. Even if she wasn't, and never would be. "I went to Colorado to escape, to think things out. What I should have done was talk to you about how I felt, but I was so worried that you wouldn't like me back, and that I'd lose a friend. So I ran, instead. It was a stupid thing to do."
Gordo looked like he didn't know what to say. With false cheer, Lizzie added, "But you're with Miranda now, so it's all good, right? I just want you to be happy, Gordo," she said, more seriously this time. "Listen, I gotta go. I've got a huge pile of chem homework to do, and I'll have to practice a routine for tryouts this weekend. See ya."
Gordo started, like he was coming out of a trance. "Uh, yeah. See ya. And...you know...call me. If you have any problems with the chemistry. Okay?"
She grinned at him, but her heart definitely wasn't in it. Faking nonchalance was hard! "Sure thing. Thanks."
"Yeah."
"I'm outtie." She sped off down the hallway, not looking back. Tudgeman had been right, it did feel better to get it off her chest. Although it didn't seem like she'd been talking *to* Gordo, but more like she'd been talking *at* him. Oh, well. Everything would be fine by tomorrow.
Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your great reviews! Seriously, I know you all hate me for the whole Miranda/Gordo thing, but I swear to you, it gets better. Trust me! I'm a L/G fan all the way. ^_^ But really, the title of the fic is "Unexpected", so you gotta be surprised a few times. But really, thanks for your support, and thanks for reading my other story "The Sweetness" (for those of you that have).
Much love,
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
Unexpected
Chapter Four: Brand New You
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Lizzie, even though she had the same class as Larry, was the last one to their corner table. Over at the far entrance to the cafeteria, there was a small hubbub. "What's up?" Lizzie asked, casting a glance at the collection of kids gathering by the door -- a collection, she noted, comprised entirely of girls.
"Cheerleading tryouts," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "They posted the sign up sheet five minutes ago."
"Oh," Lizzie said, and unwrapped her sandwich. But even as she ate, she kept glancing over at the sheet by the door.
"So in my art class, we have to do still lifes in two different mediums," Miranda was saying, "and I'm thinking of doing sculpture and a charcoal sketch...Lizzie?"
Lizzie looked back at the table.
"You're totally zoning," Miranda informed her.
"I think I'm gonna do it," Lizzie said decisively. The other three stared at her, confused. They hadn't been privy to the conversation she'd been having with herself in her head.
"Do...what?" Gordo asked slowly.
Lizzie put down her sandwich. "Sign up."
Larry was the first one to catch on. "You're gonna do it?" he asked.
"Sign up for WHAT?" Miranda said, looking totally perplexed.
"Tryouts," Lizzie said.
Miranda and Gordo stared. "No way," Gordo said.
"You wouldn't," said Miranda.
"I would."
"You want to be on a team with those bitches?"
"C'mon, Miranda, they can't all be that bad. Besides, why shouldn't I go for it? I aced rhythmic gymnastics, didn't I? Cheerleading is just that, only with rhyming and short skirts." Still no positive reinforcement. "I'm totally sick of not doing anything with my life," Lizzie said. "If I don't take risks, nothing will happen. I was hoping you guys would support me on this, but if you don't, then I'll just go it alone." She stood up, stalked purposefully towards the far entrance, and proudly signed her name on the sheet. When she got back to her seat, she fixed her supposed best friends with a defiant glare. "Face it, guys, Lizzie McGuire is a wannabe cheerleader."
~~~~~
That day after school, Gordo showed up to her locker -- alone. "Hey."
Lizzie tossed her math book in her backpack. "Yo."
"Listen, about today at lunch...I'm proud of you."
Lizzie could only snort derisively. "I bet. You hate cheerleaders and everything they stand for."
"I prefer to think of it as a case-to-case basis. But seriously, you have a goal and you're going to work hard to achieve it, and that's commendable. Besides, if you do make the squad, then you'll prove that not all cheerleaders are heartless trendoids."
"True."
"And anyway, it's obvious you really want to do this. So I'm behind you, a hundred percent."
Lizzie slammed her locker shut and zipped her backpack. "Thanks, Gordo."
She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for a moment, it was like old times. Before Lizzie had started resenting Miranda and hanging out with Tudgeman to compensate for losing her two best friends. But she'd never really lost them, had she? It was obvious that she still had Gordo, and she was pretty sure that Miranda would come around.
Lizzie glanced around. The hallway was empty except for them. "You know, Gordo, I gotta tell you something," she said, surprised at her newfound confidence today. "Last year...when I kissed you...I really liked you, you know." There. Past tense, not really saying but definitely implying that she was over him. Even if she wasn't, and never would be. "I went to Colorado to escape, to think things out. What I should have done was talk to you about how I felt, but I was so worried that you wouldn't like me back, and that I'd lose a friend. So I ran, instead. It was a stupid thing to do."
Gordo looked like he didn't know what to say. With false cheer, Lizzie added, "But you're with Miranda now, so it's all good, right? I just want you to be happy, Gordo," she said, more seriously this time. "Listen, I gotta go. I've got a huge pile of chem homework to do, and I'll have to practice a routine for tryouts this weekend. See ya."
Gordo started, like he was coming out of a trance. "Uh, yeah. See ya. And...you know...call me. If you have any problems with the chemistry. Okay?"
She grinned at him, but her heart definitely wasn't in it. Faking nonchalance was hard! "Sure thing. Thanks."
"Yeah."
"I'm outtie." She sped off down the hallway, not looking back. Tudgeman had been right, it did feel better to get it off her chest. Although it didn't seem like she'd been talking *to* Gordo, but more like she'd been talking *at* him. Oh, well. Everything would be fine by tomorrow.