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Gordo couldn't avoid me forever. He knew that. I knew that. So I guess it was fate that brought us together in History, partnered up for a project on the French Revoulution. We were at the Digital Bean, a new hangout that just opened up, discussing project ideas.
"So, I was thinking we could present the project while softly playing some music from Lez Miserables in the background...Gordo? Hello?" I sighed. "What wrong with you? You're usually all giddy and excited over projects."
He shrugged. "Nothing."
I put my hand on his, shoulder, and he jumped. "Gordo, we can't avoid the subject. You kissed me. I kissed you back. I have your shirt in my closet and I go and smell it every freakin day! So lets talk!"
Gordo looked at me, and I melted. He was so adorable. "Miranda...I like you." He looked at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. "I know I'm no Ethan Craft, but...will you..."
At that moment Gordo and I shared our second kiss. I kissed him. He was babbling, and I knew how he would go rambling...so I kissed him. Hoping that was enough proof to tell him how I felt.
"Be my girlfriend?" he finished, breathless.
I laughed. "Yes. But..." I wondered how Lizzie would feel. She had just lost her best friend; I didn't want her to feel like she had lost her other two.
"Lizzie." Gordo had read my mind. "We don't have to tell her. Or at least...just yet."
"That sounds for the best," I said. I smiled. Gordo smiled at me. I smiled at him, and took his cute, doofy glasses and put them on. Everything was so blurry...tried to walk to the door, but tripped. Then I found Gordo, and he took off the glasses, and everything was clear again.
Funny how it was kind of like my life.
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The night after Gordo and I started going out, I was having a good dream. I was stranded on a desert island, and Gordo gave me a coconut. We cracked it opon it it was a shoe. A cranapple-colored clog. Groovy. Dreams.
I was at the part where an island cheif dressed in a chicken costume was marrying us when I felt someone wake me. I was pushed out of dreamland. My father stood there, grinning.
"School, already?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"No school for you tommorow," Dad said, "And its only 2:30 in the morning. Come on! We're going to the hospital. Your mom's having the baby!"
I jumped out of bed. I was so exicted! Finally, after nine long months of waiting! My little sister was on her way!
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"She's little and tiny and oh! I can't wait for you to see her."
I sat there at lunch, gushing about Cassandra Rosa Sanchez. Lizzie stirred her pudding suspiciously, trying to get rid of a thick brown lump in it. "Ugh..." she said, disgusted at the foods quality, "Well, you're so lucky, Miranda. Lucky you didn't end up with a little brother from Hell aka Matt!"
"What did he do this time?" Gordo asked, grinning.
"The little dirk switched the maple syrup with liquid soap! I mean, who has time to do that? He needs to get...a...life!" She tried to pull her spoon out of the pudding cup, but it was stuck. She picked up the pudding by the spoons handle and beat it on the side of the table, but to no avail. "Well, I guess THATS for the best," she mumbled, "I don't want this tacky glue in my digestive system." She threw it in the trash.
I giggled.
That afternoon, Gordo and I went on our first real date.
We went to the movies. We decided to see the Libby McIntire Movie, which is based on my favorite TV show, Libby McIntire. They go to Rome, and I here Libby and her friend Waldo finally hook up!
"I'd like some Milk Duds and a Pepsi."
"That'll be eight bucks!"
I reached into my purse for the money, but Gordo reached over and handed the guy a ten.
After we found a seat, I looked into his eyes and said, "You didn't have to do that."
He shrugged. "I wanted to." And I rested my head and his shoulder, and we enjoyed the movie.
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Ahh...another chapter. Please review! I'm glad ya'll like this story.
Disclaimer: dont own it
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Gordo couldn't avoid me forever. He knew that. I knew that. So I guess it was fate that brought us together in History, partnered up for a project on the French Revoulution. We were at the Digital Bean, a new hangout that just opened up, discussing project ideas.
"So, I was thinking we could present the project while softly playing some music from Lez Miserables in the background...Gordo? Hello?" I sighed. "What wrong with you? You're usually all giddy and excited over projects."
He shrugged. "Nothing."
I put my hand on his, shoulder, and he jumped. "Gordo, we can't avoid the subject. You kissed me. I kissed you back. I have your shirt in my closet and I go and smell it every freakin day! So lets talk!"
Gordo looked at me, and I melted. He was so adorable. "Miranda...I like you." He looked at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. "I know I'm no Ethan Craft, but...will you..."
At that moment Gordo and I shared our second kiss. I kissed him. He was babbling, and I knew how he would go rambling...so I kissed him. Hoping that was enough proof to tell him how I felt.
"Be my girlfriend?" he finished, breathless.
I laughed. "Yes. But..." I wondered how Lizzie would feel. She had just lost her best friend; I didn't want her to feel like she had lost her other two.
"Lizzie." Gordo had read my mind. "We don't have to tell her. Or at least...just yet."
"That sounds for the best," I said. I smiled. Gordo smiled at me. I smiled at him, and took his cute, doofy glasses and put them on. Everything was so blurry...tried to walk to the door, but tripped. Then I found Gordo, and he took off the glasses, and everything was clear again.
Funny how it was kind of like my life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night after Gordo and I started going out, I was having a good dream. I was stranded on a desert island, and Gordo gave me a coconut. We cracked it opon it it was a shoe. A cranapple-colored clog. Groovy. Dreams.
I was at the part where an island cheif dressed in a chicken costume was marrying us when I felt someone wake me. I was pushed out of dreamland. My father stood there, grinning.
"School, already?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"No school for you tommorow," Dad said, "And its only 2:30 in the morning. Come on! We're going to the hospital. Your mom's having the baby!"
I jumped out of bed. I was so exicted! Finally, after nine long months of waiting! My little sister was on her way!
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"She's little and tiny and oh! I can't wait for you to see her."
I sat there at lunch, gushing about Cassandra Rosa Sanchez. Lizzie stirred her pudding suspiciously, trying to get rid of a thick brown lump in it. "Ugh..." she said, disgusted at the foods quality, "Well, you're so lucky, Miranda. Lucky you didn't end up with a little brother from Hell aka Matt!"
"What did he do this time?" Gordo asked, grinning.
"The little dirk switched the maple syrup with liquid soap! I mean, who has time to do that? He needs to get...a...life!" She tried to pull her spoon out of the pudding cup, but it was stuck. She picked up the pudding by the spoons handle and beat it on the side of the table, but to no avail. "Well, I guess THATS for the best," she mumbled, "I don't want this tacky glue in my digestive system." She threw it in the trash.
I giggled.
That afternoon, Gordo and I went on our first real date.
We went to the movies. We decided to see the Libby McIntire Movie, which is based on my favorite TV show, Libby McIntire. They go to Rome, and I here Libby and her friend Waldo finally hook up!
"I'd like some Milk Duds and a Pepsi."
"That'll be eight bucks!"
I reached into my purse for the money, but Gordo reached over and handed the guy a ten.
After we found a seat, I looked into his eyes and said, "You didn't have to do that."
He shrugged. "I wanted to." And I rested my head and his shoulder, and we enjoyed the movie.
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Ahh...another chapter. Please review! I'm glad ya'll like this story.