What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 16
"Miranda Sanchez. where are you? Pick up the friggin' phone!" Lizzie screeched into Miranda's answering machine the next afternoon, not ten minutes after she'd gotten home to her apartment, from her trip to see Gordo.
"Lizzie? You still there?" Lizzie heard Miranda's voice on the phone then, sounding slightly out of breath.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Well? What's up? I see from the caller ID, that you're home from Gordo's."
"Oh, my God, Miranda! I can't believe this. I don't know what to do, Miranda!"
"Lizzie. calm down. what are you talking about? What don't you know what to do about?"
Lizzie tossed a shirt into a pile of clothes and switched the phone from one shoulder to the other as she sorted out her dirty laundry to wash it. "Yesterday. I don't know what came over me. but I fixed up this whole romantic setting at Gordo's place, and made his favorite spaghetti for dinner, like a total romantic dinner thing. and then we were watching 'Dirty Dancing', and Gordo kissed me."
"Aww! You guys need to stop beating around it, and just tell each other how you feel-"
"He told me he loved me," Lizzie cut her off.
Miranda's silence was not unexpected, and Lizzie pictured her sitting at home with her jaw hanging down to the floor.
"Liz! That's so awesome! What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything. Miranda, I'm so stupid! And he's moving back to California. I feel like such an ass! I'm living in Florida, and you're in California, and Gordo's moving back to California. I want to come home, Miranda! I want to come home, and be a kid again, go back to 8th grade, when my biggest worry was whether my hair looked good enough for Ethan Craft to see!" Miranda let out a sigh, Lizzie was going off on one of her tirades again. Like Gordo, Miranda knew that sometimes you had to just stop listening to Lizzie.
"Miranda? Miranda! MIRANDA ISABELLA SANCHEZ!" Miranda's mind jumped back into the conversation. "What?"
"Where do you think is best?"
"Best for what?" Miranda was confused. She had obviously missed something.
"To live!"
"Here," Miranda said pointedly, hoping Lizzie would get the point.
"I know THAT! But where there? Like, should I get an apartment? Should I ask my parents if I can move back in with them? Should I talk to Gordo and find out where he's staying, and then get a place by there?" Lizzie's questions were coming at her like a raging fire.
"Slow down, McGuire. You're moving back?"
"I said that. about ten minutes ago. Ugh, Miranda. You tuned me out again, didn't you?" Lizzie sighed. She really needed to learn to control her over- emotional outbursts.
"You know me too well. Every time you go on overload, both Gordo and I will totally stop listening sometimes."
"You know me just as well. Anyway. what should I do?"
"Well." Miranda started talking, and Lizzie sat down on the couch to listen, hoping that she'd have an idea.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was pretty much nothing but talking, but that was the best way I felt I could convey what was going on. Please review!
Chapter 16
"Miranda Sanchez. where are you? Pick up the friggin' phone!" Lizzie screeched into Miranda's answering machine the next afternoon, not ten minutes after she'd gotten home to her apartment, from her trip to see Gordo.
"Lizzie? You still there?" Lizzie heard Miranda's voice on the phone then, sounding slightly out of breath.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Well? What's up? I see from the caller ID, that you're home from Gordo's."
"Oh, my God, Miranda! I can't believe this. I don't know what to do, Miranda!"
"Lizzie. calm down. what are you talking about? What don't you know what to do about?"
Lizzie tossed a shirt into a pile of clothes and switched the phone from one shoulder to the other as she sorted out her dirty laundry to wash it. "Yesterday. I don't know what came over me. but I fixed up this whole romantic setting at Gordo's place, and made his favorite spaghetti for dinner, like a total romantic dinner thing. and then we were watching 'Dirty Dancing', and Gordo kissed me."
"Aww! You guys need to stop beating around it, and just tell each other how you feel-"
"He told me he loved me," Lizzie cut her off.
Miranda's silence was not unexpected, and Lizzie pictured her sitting at home with her jaw hanging down to the floor.
"Liz! That's so awesome! What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything. Miranda, I'm so stupid! And he's moving back to California. I feel like such an ass! I'm living in Florida, and you're in California, and Gordo's moving back to California. I want to come home, Miranda! I want to come home, and be a kid again, go back to 8th grade, when my biggest worry was whether my hair looked good enough for Ethan Craft to see!" Miranda let out a sigh, Lizzie was going off on one of her tirades again. Like Gordo, Miranda knew that sometimes you had to just stop listening to Lizzie.
"Miranda? Miranda! MIRANDA ISABELLA SANCHEZ!" Miranda's mind jumped back into the conversation. "What?"
"Where do you think is best?"
"Best for what?" Miranda was confused. She had obviously missed something.
"To live!"
"Here," Miranda said pointedly, hoping Lizzie would get the point.
"I know THAT! But where there? Like, should I get an apartment? Should I ask my parents if I can move back in with them? Should I talk to Gordo and find out where he's staying, and then get a place by there?" Lizzie's questions were coming at her like a raging fire.
"Slow down, McGuire. You're moving back?"
"I said that. about ten minutes ago. Ugh, Miranda. You tuned me out again, didn't you?" Lizzie sighed. She really needed to learn to control her over- emotional outbursts.
"You know me too well. Every time you go on overload, both Gordo and I will totally stop listening sometimes."
"You know me just as well. Anyway. what should I do?"
"Well." Miranda started talking, and Lizzie sat down on the couch to listen, hoping that she'd have an idea.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was pretty much nothing but talking, but that was the best way I felt I could convey what was going on. Please review!