A/N: The Lizzie characters are un-owned by me. Love, don't sue. Ciaoz*
Lizzie, Miranda and I were going to the movies to see the all new romantic comedy, in other words, chick flick. I was a complete doormat! I was so easygoing, it scared me. Oh well, at least I'd be there with my two best friends.
Lizzie and I were walking to Miranda's house when I remembered the website. I wasn't really going to try it. I just couldn't think of anything to say. Lizzie must've forgotten by now!
"So, did you go on the website yet?" She asked curiously.
Okay, maybe not. "Well, um, no not yet," I replied, feeling guilty.
Lizzie raised her eyebrows and questioned me, "And why is that? I don't think you're ever going to try it out. Am I right?"
My eyes widened. I knew I was smart. But seriously, I was way too obvious! I was never good at lying, especially to my friends. No, make that best friends. No, make that girlfriend. Yeah, I wish.
"Am I right, Gordo?" she asked once more, with a stern voice.
I sighed, "Yes, Lizzie. As always, you're right."
She smiled at me, "Good, because I wouldn't want you to be in 'danger' or anything." She teased. "But, don't lie to me, okay?"
Phew, that was close but, really, I was serious about the danger. Did she have to make fun of it? "Do I sense a note of sarcasm?"
"Sorry, it's just that I met this really cool guy on the net and he's really sweet and I like him and he likes me, I think, and," she trailed off.
I looked at Lizzie, wondering why she stopped talking. I was kind of glad she did, I was getting green with jealousy about the "guy" she met on the net. I looked at her to make sure everything was okay; she had a weird expression on her face. It was half between angry and sad. I turned my head the direction she was looking. All I saw was a billboard advertising these really expensive blue jeans. I could never afford them. Well, maybe if I actually DID become a famous director, but, by that time, the guy in the advertisement would be old and fat and won't be able to fit in those jeans anymore. Actually, with all the airbrushing, technology and not to mention all the liposuction and plastic surgery done these days, the guy in on the billboard may be old and fat already.
"Lizzie, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely worried. But she didn't answer. I don't think she even heard the question. Her face looked hurt and disgusted. She was muttering things through her gritted teeth and her hands were in fists. I've never seen her so angry or upset. **************************************************************************** *
That moron! How could he? I can't believe I even liked him! I stared at the billboard and saw the same amazing brown eyes, the same muscular body and guess what, even the same jeans as in Chad's picture! But no, at the bottom left corner were it said the models name, it didn't say Chad. It didn't even say xtreme_chad. Like he was so extreme now! Do you know what it said? It said Daniel Harris, whoever that was.
I was so angry I could bite his head off! But then I remembered I did the exact same thing with Kate's picture! And the worst part was that I didn't even feel guilty. I wasn't even ashamed! Chad probably was. I needed to talk to him, immediately but I couldn't just blow off the movie plans! Heck, with all I know, I might just see "Chad" in the movie itself. I wasn't angry anymore. I just felt bad, really bad. I had this huge ache in my stomach. All this sudden guilt was tearing it apart!
"LIZZIE!" Gordo shouted as he snapped his fingers in front of my face with a look of concern on his face. He was so sweet.
I forced a whimpered smile to try to reassure him that everything was alright, when really it wasn't "I'm fine, really." I lied as the guilt kept growing; working it's way to my chest.
Gordo struck his goofy, lopsided smile and whispered, "I'm glad. I wouldn't know what to do if anything bad happened to you. You really worry me sometimes."
I love that smile. This was the first time I've ever actually noticed the way his eyes grew large when he was concerned.
"I'm sorry. I just, well, never mind," I murmured. I didn't know how to tell him about Chad. I just felt more comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with Miranda.
We smiled once more at each other and walk in silence the whole way until we got to Miranda's.
A/N: Another chapter done! Oh and, I realize that there are no billboards or anything around the area they live in, considering that billboards are mostly in the city where the most cars drive by, but who cares. It's getting to the good stuff now. Please R&R! Ciao* (I'll write tomorrow)
Lizzie, Miranda and I were going to the movies to see the all new romantic comedy, in other words, chick flick. I was a complete doormat! I was so easygoing, it scared me. Oh well, at least I'd be there with my two best friends.
Lizzie and I were walking to Miranda's house when I remembered the website. I wasn't really going to try it. I just couldn't think of anything to say. Lizzie must've forgotten by now!
"So, did you go on the website yet?" She asked curiously.
Okay, maybe not. "Well, um, no not yet," I replied, feeling guilty.
Lizzie raised her eyebrows and questioned me, "And why is that? I don't think you're ever going to try it out. Am I right?"
My eyes widened. I knew I was smart. But seriously, I was way too obvious! I was never good at lying, especially to my friends. No, make that best friends. No, make that girlfriend. Yeah, I wish.
"Am I right, Gordo?" she asked once more, with a stern voice.
I sighed, "Yes, Lizzie. As always, you're right."
She smiled at me, "Good, because I wouldn't want you to be in 'danger' or anything." She teased. "But, don't lie to me, okay?"
Phew, that was close but, really, I was serious about the danger. Did she have to make fun of it? "Do I sense a note of sarcasm?"
"Sorry, it's just that I met this really cool guy on the net and he's really sweet and I like him and he likes me, I think, and," she trailed off.
I looked at Lizzie, wondering why she stopped talking. I was kind of glad she did, I was getting green with jealousy about the "guy" she met on the net. I looked at her to make sure everything was okay; she had a weird expression on her face. It was half between angry and sad. I turned my head the direction she was looking. All I saw was a billboard advertising these really expensive blue jeans. I could never afford them. Well, maybe if I actually DID become a famous director, but, by that time, the guy in the advertisement would be old and fat and won't be able to fit in those jeans anymore. Actually, with all the airbrushing, technology and not to mention all the liposuction and plastic surgery done these days, the guy in on the billboard may be old and fat already.
"Lizzie, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely worried. But she didn't answer. I don't think she even heard the question. Her face looked hurt and disgusted. She was muttering things through her gritted teeth and her hands were in fists. I've never seen her so angry or upset. **************************************************************************** *
That moron! How could he? I can't believe I even liked him! I stared at the billboard and saw the same amazing brown eyes, the same muscular body and guess what, even the same jeans as in Chad's picture! But no, at the bottom left corner were it said the models name, it didn't say Chad. It didn't even say xtreme_chad. Like he was so extreme now! Do you know what it said? It said Daniel Harris, whoever that was.
I was so angry I could bite his head off! But then I remembered I did the exact same thing with Kate's picture! And the worst part was that I didn't even feel guilty. I wasn't even ashamed! Chad probably was. I needed to talk to him, immediately but I couldn't just blow off the movie plans! Heck, with all I know, I might just see "Chad" in the movie itself. I wasn't angry anymore. I just felt bad, really bad. I had this huge ache in my stomach. All this sudden guilt was tearing it apart!
"LIZZIE!" Gordo shouted as he snapped his fingers in front of my face with a look of concern on his face. He was so sweet.
I forced a whimpered smile to try to reassure him that everything was alright, when really it wasn't "I'm fine, really." I lied as the guilt kept growing; working it's way to my chest.
Gordo struck his goofy, lopsided smile and whispered, "I'm glad. I wouldn't know what to do if anything bad happened to you. You really worry me sometimes."
I love that smile. This was the first time I've ever actually noticed the way his eyes grew large when he was concerned.
"I'm sorry. I just, well, never mind," I murmured. I didn't know how to tell him about Chad. I just felt more comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with Miranda.
We smiled once more at each other and walk in silence the whole way until we got to Miranda's.
A/N: Another chapter done! Oh and, I realize that there are no billboards or anything around the area they live in, considering that billboards are mostly in the city where the most cars drive by, but who cares. It's getting to the good stuff now. Please R&R! Ciao* (I'll write tomorrow)