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I touched my lips. So this was what a kiss felt like. A real, real kiss. My first kiss.
I shuffled down the sidewalk in a trance, wishing Gordo hadn't run away. We needed to talk. This was important! To me, at least. Was it important to him?
I had never had a boyfriend, unless you count Nick Davidson, who sat behind me on the bus in second grade and would never stop touching my hair. Did this make Gordo my boyfriend?
I wondered what the kiss had meant ti him. Did it mean her liked me- liked me? Or did he just slip and fall on my lips?
Stupid thinking. Fall on my lips? What are the chances of that?! Falling on lips...falling on lips...
I let the door slam, and kicked off my flip flops. I threw Gordo's shirt on the floor, and fell on the bed, burying my face in the pillow. I sat up, swiped Gordo's shirt off the floor. It smelled nice...like him. Like autumn, yes...but even more like cinnamon and boy smell and faintly like soap. I took in a deep whiff. What did his mom wash this in?!
I smoothed it out carefully, and hung it in the back of my closet. Then I picked up the phone and dialed Gordo's number.
"Hello. Gordon residence."
"Hi Mrs. Gordon." I sat the edge of my bed, nervously biting my nails. "Is Gordo there?"
"Oh, hi Miranda. No, he's at Lizzie right now. I'll tell him you called, though, okay?"
A pang of jealously went through my heart. "Uh...okay Mrs. Gordon. Bye."
I clicked the phone off.
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I set my tray down. "Eww..." I said, peeling up the burger bun to reveal a cosmic orange ooze, "They call this food?"
"Supposedly," Lizzie said, "Wheres Gordo?"
I had gathered from most of the day that Gordo hadn't told Lizzie about the kiss, and for that I was grateful. I didn't want Lizzie knowing. I wanted it to be all my own.
Gordo had avoided me. It was driving me crazy! I liked him, I really did.
"Ladiesss..."
I heard Lizzie squeal. I looked up, and suddenly all my worries about Gordo melted away. "Uh...hi...Ethan..."
Ethan nodded, and looked around. "So...wheres Gor-don? Doesn't he normally hang out with you guys?"
Lizzie couldn't speak. "Uh..um..bah...Gor-Gord..he not here..."
I took over, to save her any further embarrassment. "We don't know where Gordo is right now. I guess he wandered off."
Ethan shrugged, and walked off.
"How can you just...talk to him?! Lizzie demanded, "I couldn't say anything...comprehensible..."
I shrugged. Maybe because I really like someone else...
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"Okay Miranda. Your turn."
I grinned, picked up the phone, and dialed in the number. "Its ringing!" I hissed. Lizzie was bouncing up and down on her bed with excitement.
"Hello?"
I gave a nervous giggle. "Um...hi, is Ethan there?"
"Uh...I'm Ethan."
I squealed, and covered up the mouthpiece. "Its him!"
Lizzie burst into giggles, then crammed some popcorn into her mouth.
"Um..."
"Say something!" Lizzie cried.
"Uh, is your refridegerator running?"
Lizzie smacked her head.
"Uh..." Ethan said, "I think so-Oh my god! I better go catch it!"
I shook my head. Not the brightest crayon in the box, but... "Wait Ethan! Um...do you like anyone?"
Lizzie screamed, then covered her mouth.
"Um...I dunno. Is this Lizzie? Cuz the ID box says, McGuire, Sam and..."
I quickly slammed down the phone. "He thinks that was you!"
"What?! I-I'm gonna die!"
Lizzie quickly recovered though. We decided to play truth or dare.
"Truth," I said. I wasn't prepared to eat rotten cheese or kiss Matt.
"Okay..." Lizzie said. She leaned back on a pillow, and threw a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "Hmm..." she ponder, "Oh! Truth, Miranda Sanchez. Have you ever kissed a boy?"
I froze. I didn't want to tell Lizzie! I took a deep breath. "On the cheek or on the lips?"
Lizzie's eyes widened. "Uh...uh...either."
"Neither," I lied, grabbing some popcorn, "Now lets stop playing this stupid game and watch some movies."
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I touched my lips. So this was what a kiss felt like. A real, real kiss. My first kiss.
I shuffled down the sidewalk in a trance, wishing Gordo hadn't run away. We needed to talk. This was important! To me, at least. Was it important to him?
I had never had a boyfriend, unless you count Nick Davidson, who sat behind me on the bus in second grade and would never stop touching my hair. Did this make Gordo my boyfriend?
I wondered what the kiss had meant ti him. Did it mean her liked me- liked me? Or did he just slip and fall on my lips?
Stupid thinking. Fall on my lips? What are the chances of that?! Falling on lips...falling on lips...
I let the door slam, and kicked off my flip flops. I threw Gordo's shirt on the floor, and fell on the bed, burying my face in the pillow. I sat up, swiped Gordo's shirt off the floor. It smelled nice...like him. Like autumn, yes...but even more like cinnamon and boy smell and faintly like soap. I took in a deep whiff. What did his mom wash this in?!
I smoothed it out carefully, and hung it in the back of my closet. Then I picked up the phone and dialed Gordo's number.
"Hello. Gordon residence."
"Hi Mrs. Gordon." I sat the edge of my bed, nervously biting my nails. "Is Gordo there?"
"Oh, hi Miranda. No, he's at Lizzie right now. I'll tell him you called, though, okay?"
A pang of jealously went through my heart. "Uh...okay Mrs. Gordon. Bye."
I clicked the phone off.
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I set my tray down. "Eww..." I said, peeling up the burger bun to reveal a cosmic orange ooze, "They call this food?"
"Supposedly," Lizzie said, "Wheres Gordo?"
I had gathered from most of the day that Gordo hadn't told Lizzie about the kiss, and for that I was grateful. I didn't want Lizzie knowing. I wanted it to be all my own.
Gordo had avoided me. It was driving me crazy! I liked him, I really did.
"Ladiesss..."
I heard Lizzie squeal. I looked up, and suddenly all my worries about Gordo melted away. "Uh...hi...Ethan..."
Ethan nodded, and looked around. "So...wheres Gor-don? Doesn't he normally hang out with you guys?"
Lizzie couldn't speak. "Uh..um..bah...Gor-Gord..he not here..."
I took over, to save her any further embarrassment. "We don't know where Gordo is right now. I guess he wandered off."
Ethan shrugged, and walked off.
"How can you just...talk to him?! Lizzie demanded, "I couldn't say anything...comprehensible..."
I shrugged. Maybe because I really like someone else...
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"Okay Miranda. Your turn."
I grinned, picked up the phone, and dialed in the number. "Its ringing!" I hissed. Lizzie was bouncing up and down on her bed with excitement.
"Hello?"
I gave a nervous giggle. "Um...hi, is Ethan there?"
"Uh...I'm Ethan."
I squealed, and covered up the mouthpiece. "Its him!"
Lizzie burst into giggles, then crammed some popcorn into her mouth.
"Um..."
"Say something!" Lizzie cried.
"Uh, is your refridegerator running?"
Lizzie smacked her head.
"Uh..." Ethan said, "I think so-Oh my god! I better go catch it!"
I shook my head. Not the brightest crayon in the box, but... "Wait Ethan! Um...do you like anyone?"
Lizzie screamed, then covered her mouth.
"Um...I dunno. Is this Lizzie? Cuz the ID box says, McGuire, Sam and..."
I quickly slammed down the phone. "He thinks that was you!"
"What?! I-I'm gonna die!"
Lizzie quickly recovered though. We decided to play truth or dare.
"Truth," I said. I wasn't prepared to eat rotten cheese or kiss Matt.
"Okay..." Lizzie said. She leaned back on a pillow, and threw a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "Hmm..." she ponder, "Oh! Truth, Miranda Sanchez. Have you ever kissed a boy?"
I froze. I didn't want to tell Lizzie! I took a deep breath. "On the cheek or on the lips?"
Lizzie's eyes widened. "Uh...uh...either."
"Neither," I lied, grabbing some popcorn, "Now lets stop playing this stupid game and watch some movies."
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