Yuck. That last chapter was horrible. I'm not surprised I got so few reviews on it. But to make up for it, this chapter will be alot better.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
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It had started to rain.
I was soaked from head to toe by the time I reached the Gordons. There was no car in the driveway, and for a second I considered going home. Maybe nobody was there. No...I had to clear my mind.
Shivering and shaking, I rang the doorbell.
I squeezed out my hair and my soaking shirt as I waited. I rang the doorbell again. *Maybe no one is home...*
Suddenly I heard Gordo's voice call out. "I'm coming!"
The door opened and there he was. He wasn't wearing his glasses and was already in his pajamas, a thin white t-shirt and loose, dark green plaid pants. He looked so incredibly adorable I almost forgot why I was there.
Then I remembered.
Before he had a chance to say Hi, I pushed him against the wall and stared him straight in the eye. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Gordon?"
Gordo stared at me. "Huh...Miranda, what are you talking about?"
I blinked away tears. "Gordo, I read your poem! You love Lizzie! So why the hell did you lead me on like this...make me think you liked me? Right now, I am angrier at you then I was with Kate. You betrayed me in the worst way, Gordo. You kissed me; you said you loved me. But it was a lie. A lie, a lie, a lie."
"Miranda, it wasn't a lie." Gordo couldn't look into my eyes. "I am not going to lie to you; the poem was about Lizzie, and I do have feelings for her. But I have feelings for you, too. Strong ones. I'm just...so confused."
I bit my lip. Then I decided on something. A very hard decision. I kissed Gordo on the cheek. For a second I saw hope glimmer in his eye. "Thats to remember me by," I said, taking a step back, "Because I don't want someone who can't love me 100%. So until you make up your mind..."
I didn't finish my sebtence. I simply turned around, tears flowing freely now, and walked out into the rain.
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"Miranda, things have been a bit tense between you and Gordo the last week. Is there something you two aren't telling me? A problem?"
Lizzie lay on her bed, flipping through a Teen magazine. "Nah," I said, waving her question off, "No problems. I dunno...I haven't noticed things being tense."
Lizzie shrugged. "Whatever." She rolled off her stomach and into an Indian style position. "Miranda, do you think Ivan Sullivan is cute?"
I furrowed my brow. "Ivan Sullivan? Who's he?"
Lizzie waved her hand around in the air, trying to think of a way to make me remember. "Um...um...oh! He's the kid who used to trip you in third grade!"
"Ohhhh," I said, remembering well, "The paste eater."
"Well, he's not a paste eater anymore," Lizzie said matter-of-factly, "In fact, Lacey Kellinger said the Macy Barnwell said that Jenni Sullivan, Ivan's sister, said that Ivan likes you. I think he's going to ask you out."
A pain stung in my heart. It was too soon...but what explanation would I give? Lizzie would definately want to to know why I didn't want to go out with a cute boy. And I couldn't really say I just broke up with Gordo, and in a big way.
"Oh...really?" I pretended to be absorbed in the copy of CosmoGirl I was reading. Lizzie snatched the magazine up.
"Let's call him," she said, "His number is in my yearbook."
So we got out Lizzie's yearbook from fifth grade and turned to the inside. "Here it is: You rock, don't ever change. Ivan. 555-2632." She giggled and picked up the phone, dialing Ivan's number. "Hello? Mrs. Sullivan? Can I speak to Ivan?"
A few seconds later..."Hi? Ivan? This is Lizzie. Lizzie McGuire? Yeah. Well...I was wondering...do you like anyone? Reeeeeeeally...Really? Oh, yeah, she's right here." She handed the phone to me. "He likes you!"
I spoke nervously into the phone. "Hello? Ivan?"
"Oh, hey Miranda." Ivan's voice was cool and calm. I had an uneasy feeling he'd done this many times before, "Do you want to go out to the movies Friday?"
Whoa. He got to the point. "Uh...sure. What do you want to see?"
Ivan thought. "Ummm...you chicks like that Libby McIntire, don't you? Lets see that?"
This brought on painful memories of when Gordo and I had seen that together, not long ago. "Um...I've seen it. Lets see something else."
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NOOOOOOOO!!!! Miranda's got a date with someone else! AND someone who says, "You chicks." Err....I feel like I'm leaving a review for my own story. Oh well. All is not lost. Review PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
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It had started to rain.
I was soaked from head to toe by the time I reached the Gordons. There was no car in the driveway, and for a second I considered going home. Maybe nobody was there. No...I had to clear my mind.
Shivering and shaking, I rang the doorbell.
I squeezed out my hair and my soaking shirt as I waited. I rang the doorbell again. *Maybe no one is home...*
Suddenly I heard Gordo's voice call out. "I'm coming!"
The door opened and there he was. He wasn't wearing his glasses and was already in his pajamas, a thin white t-shirt and loose, dark green plaid pants. He looked so incredibly adorable I almost forgot why I was there.
Then I remembered.
Before he had a chance to say Hi, I pushed him against the wall and stared him straight in the eye. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Gordon?"
Gordo stared at me. "Huh...Miranda, what are you talking about?"
I blinked away tears. "Gordo, I read your poem! You love Lizzie! So why the hell did you lead me on like this...make me think you liked me? Right now, I am angrier at you then I was with Kate. You betrayed me in the worst way, Gordo. You kissed me; you said you loved me. But it was a lie. A lie, a lie, a lie."
"Miranda, it wasn't a lie." Gordo couldn't look into my eyes. "I am not going to lie to you; the poem was about Lizzie, and I do have feelings for her. But I have feelings for you, too. Strong ones. I'm just...so confused."
I bit my lip. Then I decided on something. A very hard decision. I kissed Gordo on the cheek. For a second I saw hope glimmer in his eye. "Thats to remember me by," I said, taking a step back, "Because I don't want someone who can't love me 100%. So until you make up your mind..."
I didn't finish my sebtence. I simply turned around, tears flowing freely now, and walked out into the rain.
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"Miranda, things have been a bit tense between you and Gordo the last week. Is there something you two aren't telling me? A problem?"
Lizzie lay on her bed, flipping through a Teen magazine. "Nah," I said, waving her question off, "No problems. I dunno...I haven't noticed things being tense."
Lizzie shrugged. "Whatever." She rolled off her stomach and into an Indian style position. "Miranda, do you think Ivan Sullivan is cute?"
I furrowed my brow. "Ivan Sullivan? Who's he?"
Lizzie waved her hand around in the air, trying to think of a way to make me remember. "Um...um...oh! He's the kid who used to trip you in third grade!"
"Ohhhh," I said, remembering well, "The paste eater."
"Well, he's not a paste eater anymore," Lizzie said matter-of-factly, "In fact, Lacey Kellinger said the Macy Barnwell said that Jenni Sullivan, Ivan's sister, said that Ivan likes you. I think he's going to ask you out."
A pain stung in my heart. It was too soon...but what explanation would I give? Lizzie would definately want to to know why I didn't want to go out with a cute boy. And I couldn't really say I just broke up with Gordo, and in a big way.
"Oh...really?" I pretended to be absorbed in the copy of CosmoGirl I was reading. Lizzie snatched the magazine up.
"Let's call him," she said, "His number is in my yearbook."
So we got out Lizzie's yearbook from fifth grade and turned to the inside. "Here it is: You rock, don't ever change. Ivan. 555-2632." She giggled and picked up the phone, dialing Ivan's number. "Hello? Mrs. Sullivan? Can I speak to Ivan?"
A few seconds later..."Hi? Ivan? This is Lizzie. Lizzie McGuire? Yeah. Well...I was wondering...do you like anyone? Reeeeeeeally...Really? Oh, yeah, she's right here." She handed the phone to me. "He likes you!"
I spoke nervously into the phone. "Hello? Ivan?"
"Oh, hey Miranda." Ivan's voice was cool and calm. I had an uneasy feeling he'd done this many times before, "Do you want to go out to the movies Friday?"
Whoa. He got to the point. "Uh...sure. What do you want to see?"
Ivan thought. "Ummm...you chicks like that Libby McIntire, don't you? Lets see that?"
This brought on painful memories of when Gordo and I had seen that together, not long ago. "Um...I've seen it. Lets see something else."
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NOOOOOOOO!!!! Miranda's got a date with someone else! AND someone who says, "You chicks." Err....I feel like I'm leaving a review for my own story. Oh well. All is not lost. Review PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!