Gordo jostled his way pass 10 foot tall freaks of nature. And just when he thought things couldn't get much worse, he heard his name. I guess it's safe to assume it's a little congested in here.

"David!"

He did a quick turn-around to see who it was. Finally, a familiar face: Miranda. She looked extremely happy, but you could see it in her eye that she knew it was hopeless: Gordo would never get out of that traffic lane. But he managed to budge his way past the entire cheerleading squad, accompanied by their male counterparts, the football players. Well, actually, tryouts weren't for another week, but they just looked the part. Miranda watched on in amusement. When Gordo finally reached his destination, Miranda was still cracking up.

"What am I, a clown? I'm here to amuse you?"

It took him a second to settle his jumbled mind before he actually got a good look at Miranda. She looked very pretty. Although his friendship with her had and probably always will be strictly platonic, he knew that out of all the girls at this school, she wasn't the worst choice.

She continued to smirk at him. "I'm sorry, David, it's just that"

"David? Since when did you start calling me David?"

She gave him a sort of 'isn't-it-obvious?' look. When he shot her back a 'what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about?' look, she explained herself.

"We're in high school now! Don't you think it's sort of time now to move on from our childish obses---what are you doing?!"

Gordo had pulled out his video camera and was taping everything she said.

"Speaking of childish obsessions" she started.

"Hey, this is not childish. Maybe an obsession, but definetely, not childish."

"But why are you taping me in the first place?!" She had to calm herself down a bit.

"It's Miranda's beginning-of-the-year speech. You've been doing it since we were in fourth grade. Too bad Lizzie's not here to cherish this moment with me"

"Oh, but I am!" Lizzie seemed to appear out of no where, though she had actually come from the ever-decreasing lane of traffic. Gordo found himself studying her more than he had studied Miranda. Maybe it was just because Lizzie had changed more. Of course, she still owned the same soft blonde hair, but it now only came down to shoulders, the way it had been a couple years ago. Her slightly glazed hazel eyes glimmered in the poorly lighted hallway, as they always had. It had only been three months since he last saw her, but now they were about the same height, and Lizzie wasn't even wearing platforms today. (Gordo had grown a few inches since 8th grade, but he still possessed his lanky build, and boy-ish features.) Lizzie had, somehow, matured in the short while they hadn't seen each other. She almost looked too sophisticated for him. She looked, and probably felt, more mature, but he, on the other hand, would always just be "a little boy". Her earnest smile lit up the room. God, she was so beautiful

What the hell am I thinking?

There were only 2 minutes left until 1st period. Lizzie's eyes were half-shut.. She yawned.

"Wait, what we were talking about?"

Miranda gave her undeniable smirk, once again. "A little tired, are we?"

"I just got out of bed like, 30 minutes ago."

Wow, Gordo thought, if only we could all wake up looking that beautiful.

He finally spoke up. "Miranda just gave her beginning-of-the-year speech."

"Oh" Lizzie spoke nonchalantly, "What was it about this year?"

Miranda's jaw dropped at her friend's comment. "You're supposed to be on my side!" Gordo just laughed.

"I gotta go get my books, guys. I've got English Lit first, how 'bout you guys?" Lizzie was rushing her words.

Gordo looked down at his schedule. Blue Day. 1st period. English Literature. He grinned in his mind. This was going to be a great year.

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[A/N: I'm 13. I'm in 8th grade. I don't completely understand schedules and whatnot quite yet, but I'm getting there. If I came back to you in a year and wrote this, it would probably be completely different. But I had this idea now, and I have all these ideas pouring out of my mind. I have to get it down. In case you are a little dense, the entire story will be from Gordo's point of view. I tend to write down everyone's thoughts in my other stories, so I thought I'd change it up a bit. Tell me if I slip another person's thoughts into this story, because they DON'T belong here. I think I'm going to update this story a lot, because I love the thought of Gordo being in love with like, anyone. I'm insane. So sue me. Please review, thanks.]