Oh noooooooooo! The review's have really slowed down for this. But I guess thats what I get for going almost a week without updating. People lose interest.
But on the flip side, OH MY GOSH. Libby McIntire has gotten THIRTY reviews since I first put it up last night! Thanx you guys! You really appreciate me! *sniff* I'm truly touched.
I had a really hard time deciding what to do about the Miranda/Gordo/Lizzie thing. Hope you understand and enjoy my decision.
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Ch. 7: Ivan the Terrible
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"What can we do with this hair?"
It was Friday, and Lizzie was helping me get ready for my 'big date' with Ivan Sullivan. Honestly, she was more excited than I was. I didn't really want to go out with him. Still, maybe it would help me get over Gordo.
Lizzie brushed a little bit of blush over my cheeks. "You are really lucky. Did you know you and Ivan have the potential to become a big time couple at school?"
But I didn't want to be a couple with Ivan! He tripped me in third grade all the time, and I thought he was a jerk, really. Then why was I submitting to this?
Because I wanted to hurt Gordo. That was really why.
"So...um...is Ethan dating anyone?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
Lizzie gave a romantic sigh. "No...not currently. Do you think he likes me? I mean, he talked to me the other day at recess. "(A/N: We had recess in sixth grade. That was the last year we did. Do you think they would. Oh well. Back to the story.)
I shrugged. "I don't know..." The doorbell rang, and I tensed up. "Guess that's my date," I said, standing up and going downstairs slowly.
Ivan looked good. I admit that. He was the exact opposite of Gordo, though. He had straight, white blonde hair, and big green eyes. He was tall and dashing and pretty muscular for a twelve year old. But I felt uncomfortable around him. I couldn't explain it.
We walked to the Cineplex. It was only about fifteen minutes away. We didn't talk much. Gordo and I always talked. Ivan just held my hand in his, and walked slowly. I noticed he had very nice, maicured hands. No polish or anyting, of course...but defiantely proffesionally done.
We had just entered the theater when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Why the heck would Ivan go out with YOU?!"
And there was Kate and her cheer posse. "He's almost popular," she continued, "It must be a joke."
She waved her hand, and the other girls followed her. I noticed Claire giving me a particularly evil glare.
I was frozen with fear. That possibility had never entered my mind. What if it WAS a joke? Not that I really liked Ivan, but I didn't want to be humiliated.
"Don't let them bother you," Ivan said as he handed me a Pepsi, "I used to go out with Claire...she's a little bitter."
Ah. So it made sense. But still...Kate's comment affected me. What if...
After the movie was over, Ivan and I went to the Digital Bean. It was crowded, because it was a Friday night. "Why don't we go somewhere else?" he asked, "Somewhere less crowded." I nodded, not tinking.
We went to the park. It was dark and empty. A cold breeze chilled me. This was the same place Gordo had first kissed me. Gordo...I hadn't thought of him for hours.
I was lost in my thoughts when Ivan suddenly forced his lips on mine. This was no sweet Gordo kiss-this was a full-blown, tongue in mouth, disgusting, horrible make-out kiss. I tried to get away, but Ivan held onto me tight. Tears started to form in my eyes as I struggled to get away. He wasn't trying to rape me or anything; he just wanted to make out. But I felt disgusting and dirty and I didn't want to do this.
Finally I squirmed out of his arms. "What are you doing?" he asked, obviously pissed off that I was putting up such a fight.
"What are YOU doing?" I asked, sending his own question straight back at him.
"This is a date," Ivan said, standing up and looking at me menacingly, "And if you're not going to make out with me, I'll find someone who will." He sent one final glare at me. "Slut." He stormed away, angry.
I fell down on a started to cry. Why was sixth grade turning out to be so hard? Last year I was happy; this year things were miserable. I wished I could go back and change things. Go back and refuse to read Gordo's notebook. Then I would never know he liked Lizzie, and things would be okay...
"Miranda? Are you alright?"
I wiped my eyes and looked up. "Gordo. What are you..."
He stepped out from under a streetlight. He was holding a rose, wrapped in tissue paper. I ignored it.
He looked around. "So wheres your date?"
"It didn't turn out like I expected." I turned away from him.
"Oh." He looked down at the flower. "I brought this for you," he mumbled. He held out the flower.
I snatched it from him, threw it on the ground, and crushed it under my shoe, grinding the red petals into the concrete.
"I guess I deserve that," he said quietly. He looked up at the stars. "Miranda, I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either, Gordo," I said, finally looking into his eyes. His blue, blue eys. "But...things can't be the way they were before. Its impossiblr for me to just forget what happened." I hugged Gordo. Holding his warm body, squeezing my eyes shut, I never wanted to let go. If we could just stay like this forever...
But it couldn't, didn't last forever. Gordo sat back. "So what are we going to do?"
I held my breath. "We...could try being just friends again."
"Just friends?"
I smiled, and touched his cheek. "If its meant to be, things will work themselves out." I stood up. "I should get going."
"Walk you home?"
I paused. "...Sure."
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Don't kill me. I couldn't just erase Gordo's feelings about Lizzie. AND I'm trying to make it kinda fit into the real show. But I dunno...I may change my mind.
I think that there might be some more things on the Kate issue next chapter. I don't know. Maybe I'll bring in a new problem. E-mail me if you have any ideas more that. Strawberrytoast4ever@starplace.com
But on the flip side, OH MY GOSH. Libby McIntire has gotten THIRTY reviews since I first put it up last night! Thanx you guys! You really appreciate me! *sniff* I'm truly touched.
I had a really hard time deciding what to do about the Miranda/Gordo/Lizzie thing. Hope you understand and enjoy my decision.
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Ch. 7: Ivan the Terrible
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"What can we do with this hair?"
It was Friday, and Lizzie was helping me get ready for my 'big date' with Ivan Sullivan. Honestly, she was more excited than I was. I didn't really want to go out with him. Still, maybe it would help me get over Gordo.
Lizzie brushed a little bit of blush over my cheeks. "You are really lucky. Did you know you and Ivan have the potential to become a big time couple at school?"
But I didn't want to be a couple with Ivan! He tripped me in third grade all the time, and I thought he was a jerk, really. Then why was I submitting to this?
Because I wanted to hurt Gordo. That was really why.
"So...um...is Ethan dating anyone?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
Lizzie gave a romantic sigh. "No...not currently. Do you think he likes me? I mean, he talked to me the other day at recess. "(A/N: We had recess in sixth grade. That was the last year we did. Do you think they would. Oh well. Back to the story.)
I shrugged. "I don't know..." The doorbell rang, and I tensed up. "Guess that's my date," I said, standing up and going downstairs slowly.
Ivan looked good. I admit that. He was the exact opposite of Gordo, though. He had straight, white blonde hair, and big green eyes. He was tall and dashing and pretty muscular for a twelve year old. But I felt uncomfortable around him. I couldn't explain it.
We walked to the Cineplex. It was only about fifteen minutes away. We didn't talk much. Gordo and I always talked. Ivan just held my hand in his, and walked slowly. I noticed he had very nice, maicured hands. No polish or anyting, of course...but defiantely proffesionally done.
We had just entered the theater when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Why the heck would Ivan go out with YOU?!"
And there was Kate and her cheer posse. "He's almost popular," she continued, "It must be a joke."
She waved her hand, and the other girls followed her. I noticed Claire giving me a particularly evil glare.
I was frozen with fear. That possibility had never entered my mind. What if it WAS a joke? Not that I really liked Ivan, but I didn't want to be humiliated.
"Don't let them bother you," Ivan said as he handed me a Pepsi, "I used to go out with Claire...she's a little bitter."
Ah. So it made sense. But still...Kate's comment affected me. What if...
After the movie was over, Ivan and I went to the Digital Bean. It was crowded, because it was a Friday night. "Why don't we go somewhere else?" he asked, "Somewhere less crowded." I nodded, not tinking.
We went to the park. It was dark and empty. A cold breeze chilled me. This was the same place Gordo had first kissed me. Gordo...I hadn't thought of him for hours.
I was lost in my thoughts when Ivan suddenly forced his lips on mine. This was no sweet Gordo kiss-this was a full-blown, tongue in mouth, disgusting, horrible make-out kiss. I tried to get away, but Ivan held onto me tight. Tears started to form in my eyes as I struggled to get away. He wasn't trying to rape me or anything; he just wanted to make out. But I felt disgusting and dirty and I didn't want to do this.
Finally I squirmed out of his arms. "What are you doing?" he asked, obviously pissed off that I was putting up such a fight.
"What are YOU doing?" I asked, sending his own question straight back at him.
"This is a date," Ivan said, standing up and looking at me menacingly, "And if you're not going to make out with me, I'll find someone who will." He sent one final glare at me. "Slut." He stormed away, angry.
I fell down on a started to cry. Why was sixth grade turning out to be so hard? Last year I was happy; this year things were miserable. I wished I could go back and change things. Go back and refuse to read Gordo's notebook. Then I would never know he liked Lizzie, and things would be okay...
"Miranda? Are you alright?"
I wiped my eyes and looked up. "Gordo. What are you..."
He stepped out from under a streetlight. He was holding a rose, wrapped in tissue paper. I ignored it.
He looked around. "So wheres your date?"
"It didn't turn out like I expected." I turned away from him.
"Oh." He looked down at the flower. "I brought this for you," he mumbled. He held out the flower.
I snatched it from him, threw it on the ground, and crushed it under my shoe, grinding the red petals into the concrete.
"I guess I deserve that," he said quietly. He looked up at the stars. "Miranda, I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either, Gordo," I said, finally looking into his eyes. His blue, blue eys. "But...things can't be the way they were before. Its impossiblr for me to just forget what happened." I hugged Gordo. Holding his warm body, squeezing my eyes shut, I never wanted to let go. If we could just stay like this forever...
But it couldn't, didn't last forever. Gordo sat back. "So what are we going to do?"
I held my breath. "We...could try being just friends again."
"Just friends?"
I smiled, and touched his cheek. "If its meant to be, things will work themselves out." I stood up. "I should get going."
"Walk you home?"
I paused. "...Sure."
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Don't kill me. I couldn't just erase Gordo's feelings about Lizzie. AND I'm trying to make it kinda fit into the real show. But I dunno...I may change my mind.
I think that there might be some more things on the Kate issue next chapter. I don't know. Maybe I'll bring in a new problem. E-mail me if you have any ideas more that. Strawberrytoast4ever@starplace.com