"Hi!," Lizzie smiled, her blonde hair waving like a flag. I smiled back at
her.
"Hey! Come on in!," I was kind of a blurry of plastered grins and fake friendliness to fill the dead air.
"You want something to drink?," I questioned, leading her into the kitchen where Gordo sat.
"Um, sure," She smiled at Gordo and sat down. "So. What's up, you guys?"
"Not much," I pulled a pitcher of Cola out of the refrigerator, pouring it into three glasses.
"How's Kate?," Gordo asked, trying to make conversation.
"She's great," Lizzie paused awkwardly. "She, um, won that scholarship she wanted!" Gordo and I murmured approval as though we knew what she was talking about. I set the glasses on the table.
"So," I grinned, hoping it was wide enough to fill the space. Lizzie being there gave me with odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, a sort of ringing melancholy. I felt happy she was there, but sad because of the awkwardness.
"How did you do on that, uh, test?," I inquired to no one in particular.
"Oh, horribly on my science test," Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I didn't study." Gordo opened his mouth uncertainly, as if prepared to lecture her.
"That's too bad," I said quickly, glancing at Gordo. "So. Have you talked to, uh, Ethan lately?"
"Ethan? Oh, yeah," Lizzie seemed surprised. "He sits with me at lunch, after all."
"Good old Ethan," Gordo replied. "Sharp as a tack, that one." He laughed weakly, stopping only when I kicked him under the table.
After a few moments of silence, I noticed Lizzie's glass was empty. I jumped up almost immediately and grabbed it from the table, desperate for something to do.
"Are you guys going out or something?," Lizzie asked suddenly as I grabbed the pitcher. It shook slightly as my hand trembled. Gordo and I looked at each other strangely before laughing, mine much more processed than his.
"Of course not," I said through a fake smile.
"Me and Miranda," Gordo laughed again. "No, no way." My hand started trembling more as I poured the Cola into the glass. "I mean, chances are slim. Me and Miranda." He laughed like that again. That oh-you're-so-witty- Lizzie laugh. My hand shook to the point I kept missing the glass completely. The ice sloshed over the counter until I finally dropped the pitcher, causing it to shatter and send an ocean of carbonated goodness across the tiles.
"Oops." I laughed feebly, running to get a mop as Lizzie and Gordo shuffled around, trying to help. "My bad." There was deep silence as we mopped it up, each of us searching to lighten the mood.
The phone rang suddenly, causing me to drop my mop. Dropping things might have to become an Olympic sport, just so I can be talented. I grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?," I watched Gordo and Lizzie look at me curiously.
'Yes, Hello, Miranda," It was Gordo's dad.
"Hi. Can I help you?," I questioned, sounding like a telephone operator.
"May I please speak to my son?"
"Certainly." I handed Gordo the phone.
"Hello?" Gordo listened intently. "Okay. Yes. I'll be right there." I felt my stomach jerk. WHERE will he be? He wasn't abandoning me now. No, no he wasn't. NO WAY WAS GORDO LEAVING ME.
"Guys, I have to go." Gordo was leaving me.
"Why?," I exclaimed, causing Lizzie to look at me wide-eyed. That could've been insulting.
"Personal business," He replied shortly, heading towards the door. I questioned him all the way.
"Should I be worried? What's going on? Where are you going?" I annoyed MYSELF with all my questions. "Gordo, don't leave!" He shut the door behind him, leaving me to slam into it. I painted on a smile as I turned to Lizzie. She smiled back worriedly.
"Heh, he has, uh, personal business." Duh, Miranda. SHE WAS THERE.
"Yes," She smiled, veiling a laugh. "Yes, he does." Silence.
"Is it just me, or is this really awkward?," I finally asked, shifting my weight back and forth.
"It's really awkward," Lizzie sighed. I felt a mushy moment coming on. "Look, Miranda, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you guys lately. I've been really busy with Kate. I know that's a really lame excuse, but It's not like I don't want to be friends......" She trailed off, sighing. "High school sucks, doesn't it?"
"Incessantly," I smiled at her. "Come on, let's go to my room." Walking up the stairs, the words "high school" and "sucks" seemed attached at the hip. The cafeteria food, the seniors, the jocks; they were all related too. But once we reached my room and I flopped on the bed, there was more silence.
"You changed your room a little," She commented, breathing in the camouflage. I looked around. I guess I did. I gave sort of a grunt of agreement. More silence.
"Miranda," Lizzie said suddenly, "Do you like Gordo?" She liked to spring these questions on me quickly, didn't she?
"No! No, of course not!," I laughed. "No way, I mean, GORDO." I laughed again. "Yeah, no. Well, maybe a little. Just a tad, I mean, a PINCH. Yeah, a lot. Hell of a lot. Could be love." I nodded knowingly. I felt like crying. "But it's not like we could date or anything."
"Yeah," She said slowly, "I figured. I too like someone I can't have." She stared at the floor silently.
"Who?," I questioned, instantly wishing I didn't.
Bad emotions come in a never-ending river. Curiosity, regret, anger, morose; It all fits together. Don't make the wrong choice.
A/N: Hey look I updated already! Aren't I amazingly fast? It's almost sickening. One of the reasons is it is kind of hard to find me on fanfiction if my work isn't updated regularly, so this might not be the highest quality chapter. No much angst, but a good, hearty cliffhanger! I think. Okay, maybe not. Well, at least I update! ::glares at her favorite authors:: hem. Anyway, I put in some Lizzie, and some Gordo, and some Miranda (well, I always have Miranda, seeing she is the NARRATOR) and some soda oceans, so I'm a happy high top. Anyway, since I updated so quickly, I don't have MANY people to thank, but I still love them lots.
Amy (love-fool): I LOVE FAVORITES LIST. They are the coolest invention since CDs. Oh, yes. Thank you bunches and a half!!!! YOU REVIEWED BEFORE. I LOVE YOU.
Joe: Thanks for that neat fact. I'll keep that in mind. I see your point, but Miranda is such a great, angst-y character to write about!
Nahima Tala: YOU'RE the amazing one! YOU REVIEWED BEOFRE. I LOVE YOU TONS. ::is getting repetitive and loving:: Of course I won't make it a L/G fic. I'm not COMPLETELY insane ::eyes dart around nervously:: right? Keep it up I shall.
Starcraze: Are you aware of how cool you are? I am totally in love with reviews, and you give me, like, THREE. HAVE CANDY!!! ::gives virtual candy to all:: oh, look, now you have even MORE friends!!!! ::is happy:: G/M relationships are becoming very groovy with me. Funny, really. Sometimes I just watch the show to see if Lizzie will just WAKE UP and see Gordo is in love with her. But on fanfiction, I am COMPLETELY sick of it, explaining this fic. I'm not PROMISING a completely fluffy happy ending, but I hope it will be satisfactory.
GORDO ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!
"Hey! Come on in!," I was kind of a blurry of plastered grins and fake friendliness to fill the dead air.
"You want something to drink?," I questioned, leading her into the kitchen where Gordo sat.
"Um, sure," She smiled at Gordo and sat down. "So. What's up, you guys?"
"Not much," I pulled a pitcher of Cola out of the refrigerator, pouring it into three glasses.
"How's Kate?," Gordo asked, trying to make conversation.
"She's great," Lizzie paused awkwardly. "She, um, won that scholarship she wanted!" Gordo and I murmured approval as though we knew what she was talking about. I set the glasses on the table.
"So," I grinned, hoping it was wide enough to fill the space. Lizzie being there gave me with odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, a sort of ringing melancholy. I felt happy she was there, but sad because of the awkwardness.
"How did you do on that, uh, test?," I inquired to no one in particular.
"Oh, horribly on my science test," Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I didn't study." Gordo opened his mouth uncertainly, as if prepared to lecture her.
"That's too bad," I said quickly, glancing at Gordo. "So. Have you talked to, uh, Ethan lately?"
"Ethan? Oh, yeah," Lizzie seemed surprised. "He sits with me at lunch, after all."
"Good old Ethan," Gordo replied. "Sharp as a tack, that one." He laughed weakly, stopping only when I kicked him under the table.
After a few moments of silence, I noticed Lizzie's glass was empty. I jumped up almost immediately and grabbed it from the table, desperate for something to do.
"Are you guys going out or something?," Lizzie asked suddenly as I grabbed the pitcher. It shook slightly as my hand trembled. Gordo and I looked at each other strangely before laughing, mine much more processed than his.
"Of course not," I said through a fake smile.
"Me and Miranda," Gordo laughed again. "No, no way." My hand started trembling more as I poured the Cola into the glass. "I mean, chances are slim. Me and Miranda." He laughed like that again. That oh-you're-so-witty- Lizzie laugh. My hand shook to the point I kept missing the glass completely. The ice sloshed over the counter until I finally dropped the pitcher, causing it to shatter and send an ocean of carbonated goodness across the tiles.
"Oops." I laughed feebly, running to get a mop as Lizzie and Gordo shuffled around, trying to help. "My bad." There was deep silence as we mopped it up, each of us searching to lighten the mood.
The phone rang suddenly, causing me to drop my mop. Dropping things might have to become an Olympic sport, just so I can be talented. I grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?," I watched Gordo and Lizzie look at me curiously.
'Yes, Hello, Miranda," It was Gordo's dad.
"Hi. Can I help you?," I questioned, sounding like a telephone operator.
"May I please speak to my son?"
"Certainly." I handed Gordo the phone.
"Hello?" Gordo listened intently. "Okay. Yes. I'll be right there." I felt my stomach jerk. WHERE will he be? He wasn't abandoning me now. No, no he wasn't. NO WAY WAS GORDO LEAVING ME.
"Guys, I have to go." Gordo was leaving me.
"Why?," I exclaimed, causing Lizzie to look at me wide-eyed. That could've been insulting.
"Personal business," He replied shortly, heading towards the door. I questioned him all the way.
"Should I be worried? What's going on? Where are you going?" I annoyed MYSELF with all my questions. "Gordo, don't leave!" He shut the door behind him, leaving me to slam into it. I painted on a smile as I turned to Lizzie. She smiled back worriedly.
"Heh, he has, uh, personal business." Duh, Miranda. SHE WAS THERE.
"Yes," She smiled, veiling a laugh. "Yes, he does." Silence.
"Is it just me, or is this really awkward?," I finally asked, shifting my weight back and forth.
"It's really awkward," Lizzie sighed. I felt a mushy moment coming on. "Look, Miranda, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you guys lately. I've been really busy with Kate. I know that's a really lame excuse, but It's not like I don't want to be friends......" She trailed off, sighing. "High school sucks, doesn't it?"
"Incessantly," I smiled at her. "Come on, let's go to my room." Walking up the stairs, the words "high school" and "sucks" seemed attached at the hip. The cafeteria food, the seniors, the jocks; they were all related too. But once we reached my room and I flopped on the bed, there was more silence.
"You changed your room a little," She commented, breathing in the camouflage. I looked around. I guess I did. I gave sort of a grunt of agreement. More silence.
"Miranda," Lizzie said suddenly, "Do you like Gordo?" She liked to spring these questions on me quickly, didn't she?
"No! No, of course not!," I laughed. "No way, I mean, GORDO." I laughed again. "Yeah, no. Well, maybe a little. Just a tad, I mean, a PINCH. Yeah, a lot. Hell of a lot. Could be love." I nodded knowingly. I felt like crying. "But it's not like we could date or anything."
"Yeah," She said slowly, "I figured. I too like someone I can't have." She stared at the floor silently.
"Who?," I questioned, instantly wishing I didn't.
Bad emotions come in a never-ending river. Curiosity, regret, anger, morose; It all fits together. Don't make the wrong choice.
A/N: Hey look I updated already! Aren't I amazingly fast? It's almost sickening. One of the reasons is it is kind of hard to find me on fanfiction if my work isn't updated regularly, so this might not be the highest quality chapter. No much angst, but a good, hearty cliffhanger! I think. Okay, maybe not. Well, at least I update! ::glares at her favorite authors:: hem. Anyway, I put in some Lizzie, and some Gordo, and some Miranda (well, I always have Miranda, seeing she is the NARRATOR) and some soda oceans, so I'm a happy high top. Anyway, since I updated so quickly, I don't have MANY people to thank, but I still love them lots.
Amy (love-fool): I LOVE FAVORITES LIST. They are the coolest invention since CDs. Oh, yes. Thank you bunches and a half!!!! YOU REVIEWED BEFORE. I LOVE YOU.
Joe: Thanks for that neat fact. I'll keep that in mind. I see your point, but Miranda is such a great, angst-y character to write about!
Nahima Tala: YOU'RE the amazing one! YOU REVIEWED BEOFRE. I LOVE YOU TONS. ::is getting repetitive and loving:: Of course I won't make it a L/G fic. I'm not COMPLETELY insane ::eyes dart around nervously:: right? Keep it up I shall.
Starcraze: Are you aware of how cool you are? I am totally in love with reviews, and you give me, like, THREE. HAVE CANDY!!! ::gives virtual candy to all:: oh, look, now you have even MORE friends!!!! ::is happy:: G/M relationships are becoming very groovy with me. Funny, really. Sometimes I just watch the show to see if Lizzie will just WAKE UP and see Gordo is in love with her. But on fanfiction, I am COMPLETELY sick of it, explaining this fic. I'm not PROMISING a completely fluffy happy ending, but I hope it will be satisfactory.
GORDO ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!