Lizzie took a deep breath as she closed the door of her father's car. She walked up to Claire's house trying to act cool. She saw some beer bottles on the front lawn. She walked into the smoky, loud house to find Miranda planted right on Gordo's lap, where Lizzie wanted to be. She squeezed in next to them.
Hey Lizzie, what's up?" Gordo smiled.
"Hey," she said, blushing.
Miranda turned herself over so she was straddling Gordo's hips, "Hey Gordo," Miranda said, "What do you say we go find someplace where we can be alo-"
Lizzie didn't like the sound of that. She quickly interrupted," Hey you guys have you seen Ethan anywhere?"
"No," Gordo said, "Why are you looking for him, you don't still like him do you McGuire?"
"Um, well guys don't tell anyone this but I still do," Lizzie lied, she knew this one would get Gordo jealous. It would get Miranda jealous too, because it seemed like whatever Lizzie wanted, Miranda suddenly wanted too.
Gordo rolled his eyes, "Get over him, McGuire!"
Lizzie giggled and stood up to go find Ethan. Then she spotted him, in a corner, bobbing his head to the music. Lizzie sighed, "He is so cute!" she thought, "I don't like him he's just. CUTE!" She walked over to Ethan and smiled, "Hey Ethan!"
"Hey Lizzie, you look good tonight, Pink is really your color!"
She blushed as she looked down at her pink halter top and black sparkly pants. Thanks," Lizzie said.
"Hey this is my favorite song!" Ethan cried suddenly.
"Oh, my gosh, do you wanna dance, Ethan?" Lizzie said.
"Hell yeah, Lizzie!"
Ethan stood up and led Lizzie over to an open place on the floor. They started grinding with each other, and Ethan's hand slid up the back of Lizzie's shirt. She smiled.
"Hey McGuire," Ethan said, "I think that bedroom over there is calling us."
Lizzie nodded. This wasn't what she wanted but she had to get Gordo. They walked over to the bedroom, hand-in-hand.