[A/N: Thanks to The Sharminator for clearing that up-I'm going to go ahead and live it as is for the rest of the story. I'll keep that in mind though-thanks again!]
I take a few shaky steps and get into position. Everybody in front of me turns around and smiles. I catch Miranda's eye, who winks and flashes a huge smile. I wink back, so thankful to have Miranda here with me today. I think back to how she's always been there for me.
We were in seventh grade, and Gordo had skipped out on us. Figuring that it wouldn't be a Monster Movie Marathon without Gordo, we headed to the Digital Bean, where whom do we see but David Gordon? He told us that he was going to spend time with his father. The person he's with isn't his father--it's Brooke Baker. We figured that it had to be a mistake, I mean, seriously, Gordo with a girl? I don't think so. Then we see them kiss. My heart literally fell to the floor. I guess it was then that I realized that I really liked Gordo.
The image of Gordo kissing some girl stayed with me for the rest of that night, and into the next day. He ditched us again at lunch to go help a friend do homework, or so he said. It tore me up inside. After lunch, I overhear Claire Miller talking about how she has to help Brooke get ready for a hot date, and in my mind that didn't equal Gordo. She was two-timing him!
I decided to follow Brooke on her date tonight. I made Miranda come with me, dressed up as a boy, and when we got there, the boy she was there with was Gordo. She wasn't two-timing him...they were really together. It broke my heart. The whole scheme to uncover the scandal I thought was taking place ended up with me and Miranda on the floor in front of Brooke and Gordo, the two of us covered in spaghetti sauce. The look he gave me was burned into my head, and it's made me cry many times since then.
"Miranda, we're so stupid. Why didn't we just let Gordo be happy with Brooke? I mean, I know that it meant him spending more time with her than with us, but we're his best friends, so we should be happy when he's happy, right?"
"Right."
"So then how come I'm so unhappy?" I had been miserable since we left the resturant. Gordo probably didn't even want to talk to me anymore.
"Lizzie, do you like Gordo?" My voice caught in my throat. That was the first--but not the last--time that Miranda had asked me that question. Was it that obvious?
"Um...Well...Uh...See, Miranda, it's like this..." I searched for a reply but failed to come up with any.
"Lizzie, don't worry. I won't tell him, I promise. It hurts me to see you so torn up about all this, it really does. I hope you know that I'm always here for you, if you need somebody to call at three in the morning, or if you need a shoulder to cry on. You've been there for me more times than I can remember, and I'll always be there for you, too. You're my best friend, Lizzie McGuire, and I'm not going to let you down, okay?"
After hearing Miranda say all of this, I burst into tears. I couldn't help it anymore. She was such a great friend to me. That night would be one of the many that she was there for me. Despite all our good times, though, we've also had our share of the bad ones.
"And Miranda, he's soooo sweet, look at this ring he gave me!" It was probably about the fiftieth time I said that, but I couldn't help it. I had my first boyfriend! He was my paper boy, Ronny Jacobs. He was cute, sweet, funny, smart, had a job, and he played guitar. He was all I could talk about. I didn't take into consideration the feelings of my best friends.
"Lizzie, you're going insane over this guy." I doubt that Miranda meant that as anything mean, but for some reason something inside me snapped.
"You're just jealous because you've never had a boyfriend, and now you're mad because I spend more time with Ronny than I spend with YOU." I was so surprised at myself! How could I have said something like that to my best friend? She would never forgive me now, and my heart dropped.
Ronny broke up with me three days later. Gordo found me crying in the library. I ended up spilling out the whole story. The fact that Ronny had broken up with me didn't really hurt me as bad as the fact that Miranda and I were fighting. I felt so horrible about the things that I had said to her--Why was I such a horrible person?
"Lizzie. Lizzie! Snap out of it! I've gotta get back into position!" I looked up and into Miranda's eyes. She smiled at me, gave me a quick hug, and whispered in my ear, "You'll do fabulous!" So many people told me during my high school years that my friends would change, and the person you trusted with your life would become somebody you never talked to. How wrong they were when it came to me and Miranda.
I take a few shaky steps and get into position. Everybody in front of me turns around and smiles. I catch Miranda's eye, who winks and flashes a huge smile. I wink back, so thankful to have Miranda here with me today. I think back to how she's always been there for me.
We were in seventh grade, and Gordo had skipped out on us. Figuring that it wouldn't be a Monster Movie Marathon without Gordo, we headed to the Digital Bean, where whom do we see but David Gordon? He told us that he was going to spend time with his father. The person he's with isn't his father--it's Brooke Baker. We figured that it had to be a mistake, I mean, seriously, Gordo with a girl? I don't think so. Then we see them kiss. My heart literally fell to the floor. I guess it was then that I realized that I really liked Gordo.
The image of Gordo kissing some girl stayed with me for the rest of that night, and into the next day. He ditched us again at lunch to go help a friend do homework, or so he said. It tore me up inside. After lunch, I overhear Claire Miller talking about how she has to help Brooke get ready for a hot date, and in my mind that didn't equal Gordo. She was two-timing him!
I decided to follow Brooke on her date tonight. I made Miranda come with me, dressed up as a boy, and when we got there, the boy she was there with was Gordo. She wasn't two-timing him...they were really together. It broke my heart. The whole scheme to uncover the scandal I thought was taking place ended up with me and Miranda on the floor in front of Brooke and Gordo, the two of us covered in spaghetti sauce. The look he gave me was burned into my head, and it's made me cry many times since then.
"Miranda, we're so stupid. Why didn't we just let Gordo be happy with Brooke? I mean, I know that it meant him spending more time with her than with us, but we're his best friends, so we should be happy when he's happy, right?"
"Right."
"So then how come I'm so unhappy?" I had been miserable since we left the resturant. Gordo probably didn't even want to talk to me anymore.
"Lizzie, do you like Gordo?" My voice caught in my throat. That was the first--but not the last--time that Miranda had asked me that question. Was it that obvious?
"Um...Well...Uh...See, Miranda, it's like this..." I searched for a reply but failed to come up with any.
"Lizzie, don't worry. I won't tell him, I promise. It hurts me to see you so torn up about all this, it really does. I hope you know that I'm always here for you, if you need somebody to call at three in the morning, or if you need a shoulder to cry on. You've been there for me more times than I can remember, and I'll always be there for you, too. You're my best friend, Lizzie McGuire, and I'm not going to let you down, okay?"
After hearing Miranda say all of this, I burst into tears. I couldn't help it anymore. She was such a great friend to me. That night would be one of the many that she was there for me. Despite all our good times, though, we've also had our share of the bad ones.
"And Miranda, he's soooo sweet, look at this ring he gave me!" It was probably about the fiftieth time I said that, but I couldn't help it. I had my first boyfriend! He was my paper boy, Ronny Jacobs. He was cute, sweet, funny, smart, had a job, and he played guitar. He was all I could talk about. I didn't take into consideration the feelings of my best friends.
"Lizzie, you're going insane over this guy." I doubt that Miranda meant that as anything mean, but for some reason something inside me snapped.
"You're just jealous because you've never had a boyfriend, and now you're mad because I spend more time with Ronny than I spend with YOU." I was so surprised at myself! How could I have said something like that to my best friend? She would never forgive me now, and my heart dropped.
Ronny broke up with me three days later. Gordo found me crying in the library. I ended up spilling out the whole story. The fact that Ronny had broken up with me didn't really hurt me as bad as the fact that Miranda and I were fighting. I felt so horrible about the things that I had said to her--Why was I such a horrible person?
"Lizzie. Lizzie! Snap out of it! I've gotta get back into position!" I looked up and into Miranda's eyes. She smiled at me, gave me a quick hug, and whispered in my ear, "You'll do fabulous!" So many people told me during my high school years that my friends would change, and the person you trusted with your life would become somebody you never talked to. How wrong they were when it came to me and Miranda.