A/N: Well, THAT was fun. I'm sure you had oodles. Okay, I broke a promise.
The last chapter was Lizzie-less. I've disappointed the L/G fans and now
I've disappointed the just L fans. And I'm ashamed. Well, not really, but I
still love you. Thanks for reading!
"I think we should hang out with Lizzie." Those were Gordo's first words as I opened the front door groggily.
March 14
I think someone should misplace Gordo's conscious.
"What?," I asked, rubbing my eyes. I tried to ignore the fact I was decked in pajamas and my wrist was itching non stop and Gordo was watching me scratch myself lazily.
"I think we should hang out with Lizzie," He repeated slower, as though I was retarded.
" I know what you said," I snapped grumpily. "I meant why?"
"You really should attempt to stop confusing inquiry words. What and why are two completely different concepts and-
"Yes, yes, yes, okay, WHY?," I stumbled out of his way so he could come inside. We collapsed on the couch.
"She's still our friend," He explained. "And I feel like we're drifting apart from her."
"Gordo," I said witheringly, "That's because we are."
"Well, then, I think we should stop it."
"Why?"
"Does that mean what or why this time?"
"It means what it is; stop testing me."
"Lizzie has been my best friend forever! I don't want to drift apart now!," He cried, frustrated.
"You really like her, don't you?," I said quietly.
"Of course I do. She's my friend," He sighed. "Will you please just help me with this?"
"What brought on this sudden realization we were 'drifting' from Lizzie?," I questioned, trying to be cheerful.
"Last night, I had this horrible dream-"
"The one with the clowns?"
"That was two years ago; sue me! No, it was about us, growing older. We kept proceeding more and more in years and then finally Lizzie was dead and we hadn't spoken in fifty years."
"That's...," I searched for a word as I started into the kitchen, followed closely by Gordo, "Scary."
"EXACTLY. Which is why we must talk to Lizzie. We don't have to be completely attached at the hip. I just think we should be able to say it wasn't are fault," He sat at the table.
"Interesting," I said, reaching in the cupboard for two glasses. "So, when are we going to do this 'hanging out'?" I filled both glasses with water and sat down while he hesitated.
"As soon as you call her." I immediately sprayed the water in my mouth across the table.
"Say WHAT?," I questioned, wiping my mouth.
"Is that why or."
"HUSH. Why do I have to call her?"
"Well," He said, wiping his face, "I figured 'girl talk' was in order."
"I hope that wasn't a stereotype, Gordo."
"It wasn't. I just don't think I'm, uh, qualified for the position."
"This isn't a job interview, Gordo. It's a CONVERSATION."
"Well, don't you miss Lizzie?" The question repeated in my head like an echo. I hadn't really thought about it. By the time we had started drifting, I was already slowly falling for Gordo, so the fact I was drifting WITH Gordo brought some upside. But actually missing her? I guess I did. I had no close girl friends anymore, really. Didn't I miss Lizzie?
"Of course I do," I said hastily, realizing I hadn't answered.
"Then let's try," He smiled at me. "Thanks." He continued to drink water and talk vividly about something, but I didn't pay attention. I smiled and nodded and watched him gesture, deep in thought.
Gordo and Lizzie were that perfect couple in middle school. You know, destined to be married and live in a house surrounded by a white picket fence. I stroked my wrist at the thought of it.
It didn't bother me at first. I saw it almost immediately; you'd have to be blind not to, after all. We were the Lizzie Posse, he being the shy love interest that she was oblivious to, me being the best friend to have her back, occasionally flaring up in stupid argument. I guess that's an oxymoron, though.
Lizzie and Gordo even started dating a while once. For a long time, actually. It was the kind of relationship you couldn't see the end to; it seemed to be heading in the direction of saying their vows. I remember a lot of envy on my part. At the time, it must've been the fact I had no one. A few short flings were enough to bring my thought of love down to a bare minimum.
It faded as high school progressed on. It wasn't obvious at first; a few busy moments, a few irritated glances. Nothing major. Until it became only too obvious of the Gordo/Lizzie issue. Being high schoolers, commitment was hardly something needed. Ironically, they wanted relationships like mine. Short, sweet, and to the point. It was one of those the-grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side situations.
The friendship between all of us wore thin when Lizzie slowly became Kate's friend. She always understood Kate more than Gordo or me. Me, especially. She was compassionate, I suppose. I guess that's what made her perfect for Gordo. The two attractive, understanding people always get together in those chick flicks I watch and cry over. Anyway, Lizzie slowly wormed her way into Kate's heart, and it was goodies for all. Kate became more exclusive about her parties in high school, and only invited the "socially elite". Suddenly, Lizzie's time was much more consumed and mine wasn't. It's kind of interesting, watching your best friend slowly become the kind of girl who hangs out with ditzy cheerleaders with enough money to buy breasts. It was a kind of sick entertainment, true, but I couldn't exactly discuss this with Gordo. He, in some way, expected it, and was surprised I didn't.
"Well, wasn't it obvious? Wasn't she always closer to Kate than you?" This was true. They laughed and understood and had this odd kind of bond. It was almost expected in secret, I guess, that they would be friends. How fickle friendship is.
"Miranda?" My thoughts were interrupted by my name. "Are you listening to me?"
"No," I replied absentmindedly, staring at him.
"Well. then, call Lizzie today and invite her over later.I'll be there," He stood up. "See you later. CALL HER." He left the kitchen, leaving me lost in my thoughts again.
~@~
"Uh, Lizzie?" I paced with the receiver glued to my ear.
"Yes?" She obviously didn't know it was me.
"It's Miranda. Uh." What was I supposed to say/
"Oh, hi Miranda!," She said perkily, as though she received a phone call from me everyday again.
"Yeah, hi. Well, you see, uh, Gordo's, uh, coming over, uh, later and, uh, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to come, uh, too." Was 'uh' actually a word? I made a mental note to ask Gordo, the walking dictionary, later. There was a pause.
"Um, okay, sure!," She found her perky tone again. "When?"
"I guess, uh, two?"
"Great. I'll be there. Um. see you then?"
"Fabulous. Uh.bye."
"Bye." The dial tone rang as I stared at the phone. What just happened? I automatically dialed Gordo's number in an impulse.
"Hello?"
"She's coming at two o'clock, and you're coming at 1:30 because I can't greet her alone."
"Why not? Don't be scared of LIZZIE. It's amazing. did you know people are more commonly afraid of confrontation than poisonous snakes? I mean, with snakes it's all like HISS but with con-
"Yeah, uh huh, just come," I sighed. "I haven't spoken to Lizzie alone in, like, three months. Just be there, please? For me?"
"Fine," He sighed. "But the snake thing-
"Thank you, Gordo! I have to go. Bye!," I hung up before he could continue his sentence. I was so comfortable with him in person, but thinking about him (as I do constantly) I can't stop smiling. I guess that contradicts what I said before, but doesn't our past always contradict our present? I hope I'm right.
I wandered the empty house. Dad hadn't been home much, and mom didn't speak to me much out of "please pass me the salt" and "That sounds interesting". My scar wasn't healing, and I wondered if I would be wearing long sleeved shirts the rest of my life. It would pang with pain every once and a while, as if reminding me. I thought about doing it again whenever my eyes filled with tears.
So some people are afraid of confrontation, and some people are scared of HISSING poisonous snakes. But me? I'm afraid of time.
A/N: Ooh, interesting. Well, not really, this was a bad un-angst-y chapter. But that's okay. I guess. ::cries:: Anyway, reviewers, right.
Joe: Dude. Um. yeah, everyone had a problem with the last chapter. I'm not sure if that was a flame or what.but, thanks for your input! I hope you keep reading.
Starcraze: OH YOUR FAITHFUL! YOU REVIEWED BEFORE! I LOVE YOU! Run away with me? lol seriously now, that you for reviewing, and I HOPE it was a good twist because I wasn't sure if I was going to do it or not. And others..::glares at them:: BE LIKE HER. SHE'S COOL. SHE REVIEWS MORE THAN ONCE. SHE FOLLOWS.
Krista: thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. I'm sure Joe understands now.
Keeponwritin: Thanks!!! I just posted, in case you didn't gather. I think the next chapter will be easier to write. YOU'RE FAITHFUL TOO. I LIKE YOU GUYS!! YOU ROCK.
Baby-Angel aka Lala: Guys make us do crazy things..::glares at the male population:: there goes my feminist temper.
Hey, if you guys want me to put a specific character in it, just e- mail/review it to me, and I'll try to fit it in.somewhere..over the rainbow.::bursts into song::
"I think we should hang out with Lizzie." Those were Gordo's first words as I opened the front door groggily.
March 14
I think someone should misplace Gordo's conscious.
"What?," I asked, rubbing my eyes. I tried to ignore the fact I was decked in pajamas and my wrist was itching non stop and Gordo was watching me scratch myself lazily.
"I think we should hang out with Lizzie," He repeated slower, as though I was retarded.
" I know what you said," I snapped grumpily. "I meant why?"
"You really should attempt to stop confusing inquiry words. What and why are two completely different concepts and-
"Yes, yes, yes, okay, WHY?," I stumbled out of his way so he could come inside. We collapsed on the couch.
"She's still our friend," He explained. "And I feel like we're drifting apart from her."
"Gordo," I said witheringly, "That's because we are."
"Well, then, I think we should stop it."
"Why?"
"Does that mean what or why this time?"
"It means what it is; stop testing me."
"Lizzie has been my best friend forever! I don't want to drift apart now!," He cried, frustrated.
"You really like her, don't you?," I said quietly.
"Of course I do. She's my friend," He sighed. "Will you please just help me with this?"
"What brought on this sudden realization we were 'drifting' from Lizzie?," I questioned, trying to be cheerful.
"Last night, I had this horrible dream-"
"The one with the clowns?"
"That was two years ago; sue me! No, it was about us, growing older. We kept proceeding more and more in years and then finally Lizzie was dead and we hadn't spoken in fifty years."
"That's...," I searched for a word as I started into the kitchen, followed closely by Gordo, "Scary."
"EXACTLY. Which is why we must talk to Lizzie. We don't have to be completely attached at the hip. I just think we should be able to say it wasn't are fault," He sat at the table.
"Interesting," I said, reaching in the cupboard for two glasses. "So, when are we going to do this 'hanging out'?" I filled both glasses with water and sat down while he hesitated.
"As soon as you call her." I immediately sprayed the water in my mouth across the table.
"Say WHAT?," I questioned, wiping my mouth.
"Is that why or."
"HUSH. Why do I have to call her?"
"Well," He said, wiping his face, "I figured 'girl talk' was in order."
"I hope that wasn't a stereotype, Gordo."
"It wasn't. I just don't think I'm, uh, qualified for the position."
"This isn't a job interview, Gordo. It's a CONVERSATION."
"Well, don't you miss Lizzie?" The question repeated in my head like an echo. I hadn't really thought about it. By the time we had started drifting, I was already slowly falling for Gordo, so the fact I was drifting WITH Gordo brought some upside. But actually missing her? I guess I did. I had no close girl friends anymore, really. Didn't I miss Lizzie?
"Of course I do," I said hastily, realizing I hadn't answered.
"Then let's try," He smiled at me. "Thanks." He continued to drink water and talk vividly about something, but I didn't pay attention. I smiled and nodded and watched him gesture, deep in thought.
Gordo and Lizzie were that perfect couple in middle school. You know, destined to be married and live in a house surrounded by a white picket fence. I stroked my wrist at the thought of it.
It didn't bother me at first. I saw it almost immediately; you'd have to be blind not to, after all. We were the Lizzie Posse, he being the shy love interest that she was oblivious to, me being the best friend to have her back, occasionally flaring up in stupid argument. I guess that's an oxymoron, though.
Lizzie and Gordo even started dating a while once. For a long time, actually. It was the kind of relationship you couldn't see the end to; it seemed to be heading in the direction of saying their vows. I remember a lot of envy on my part. At the time, it must've been the fact I had no one. A few short flings were enough to bring my thought of love down to a bare minimum.
It faded as high school progressed on. It wasn't obvious at first; a few busy moments, a few irritated glances. Nothing major. Until it became only too obvious of the Gordo/Lizzie issue. Being high schoolers, commitment was hardly something needed. Ironically, they wanted relationships like mine. Short, sweet, and to the point. It was one of those the-grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side situations.
The friendship between all of us wore thin when Lizzie slowly became Kate's friend. She always understood Kate more than Gordo or me. Me, especially. She was compassionate, I suppose. I guess that's what made her perfect for Gordo. The two attractive, understanding people always get together in those chick flicks I watch and cry over. Anyway, Lizzie slowly wormed her way into Kate's heart, and it was goodies for all. Kate became more exclusive about her parties in high school, and only invited the "socially elite". Suddenly, Lizzie's time was much more consumed and mine wasn't. It's kind of interesting, watching your best friend slowly become the kind of girl who hangs out with ditzy cheerleaders with enough money to buy breasts. It was a kind of sick entertainment, true, but I couldn't exactly discuss this with Gordo. He, in some way, expected it, and was surprised I didn't.
"Well, wasn't it obvious? Wasn't she always closer to Kate than you?" This was true. They laughed and understood and had this odd kind of bond. It was almost expected in secret, I guess, that they would be friends. How fickle friendship is.
"Miranda?" My thoughts were interrupted by my name. "Are you listening to me?"
"No," I replied absentmindedly, staring at him.
"Well. then, call Lizzie today and invite her over later.I'll be there," He stood up. "See you later. CALL HER." He left the kitchen, leaving me lost in my thoughts again.
~@~
"Uh, Lizzie?" I paced with the receiver glued to my ear.
"Yes?" She obviously didn't know it was me.
"It's Miranda. Uh." What was I supposed to say/
"Oh, hi Miranda!," She said perkily, as though she received a phone call from me everyday again.
"Yeah, hi. Well, you see, uh, Gordo's, uh, coming over, uh, later and, uh, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to come, uh, too." Was 'uh' actually a word? I made a mental note to ask Gordo, the walking dictionary, later. There was a pause.
"Um, okay, sure!," She found her perky tone again. "When?"
"I guess, uh, two?"
"Great. I'll be there. Um. see you then?"
"Fabulous. Uh.bye."
"Bye." The dial tone rang as I stared at the phone. What just happened? I automatically dialed Gordo's number in an impulse.
"Hello?"
"She's coming at two o'clock, and you're coming at 1:30 because I can't greet her alone."
"Why not? Don't be scared of LIZZIE. It's amazing. did you know people are more commonly afraid of confrontation than poisonous snakes? I mean, with snakes it's all like HISS but with con-
"Yeah, uh huh, just come," I sighed. "I haven't spoken to Lizzie alone in, like, three months. Just be there, please? For me?"
"Fine," He sighed. "But the snake thing-
"Thank you, Gordo! I have to go. Bye!," I hung up before he could continue his sentence. I was so comfortable with him in person, but thinking about him (as I do constantly) I can't stop smiling. I guess that contradicts what I said before, but doesn't our past always contradict our present? I hope I'm right.
I wandered the empty house. Dad hadn't been home much, and mom didn't speak to me much out of "please pass me the salt" and "That sounds interesting". My scar wasn't healing, and I wondered if I would be wearing long sleeved shirts the rest of my life. It would pang with pain every once and a while, as if reminding me. I thought about doing it again whenever my eyes filled with tears.
So some people are afraid of confrontation, and some people are scared of HISSING poisonous snakes. But me? I'm afraid of time.
A/N: Ooh, interesting. Well, not really, this was a bad un-angst-y chapter. But that's okay. I guess. ::cries:: Anyway, reviewers, right.
Joe: Dude. Um. yeah, everyone had a problem with the last chapter. I'm not sure if that was a flame or what.but, thanks for your input! I hope you keep reading.
Starcraze: OH YOUR FAITHFUL! YOU REVIEWED BEFORE! I LOVE YOU! Run away with me? lol seriously now, that you for reviewing, and I HOPE it was a good twist because I wasn't sure if I was going to do it or not. And others..::glares at them:: BE LIKE HER. SHE'S COOL. SHE REVIEWS MORE THAN ONCE. SHE FOLLOWS.
Krista: thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. I'm sure Joe understands now.
Keeponwritin: Thanks!!! I just posted, in case you didn't gather. I think the next chapter will be easier to write. YOU'RE FAITHFUL TOO. I LIKE YOU GUYS!! YOU ROCK.
Baby-Angel aka Lala: Guys make us do crazy things..::glares at the male population:: there goes my feminist temper.
Hey, if you guys want me to put a specific character in it, just e- mail/review it to me, and I'll try to fit it in.somewhere..over the rainbow.::bursts into song::