Disclaimer: no one mentioned belongs to me, I guarantee it.
Author's note: this chapter has been sitting on my computer for awhile, waiting for me to get it better. Unfortunately for you, it's short and not very good.
I'm afraid that this fic is going to go on a hiatus. I don't know where I want the story to go, and I have several other projects I'm working on, not to mention college and my new job. I'm sorry to all the fans. You guys have been super-supportive of this, my first Lizzie fic, and if it wasn't for your praise, I probably never would have done any of my other fics.
This *isn't* the end of "The Sweetness", though. I promise.
Love love to you all.
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
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The Sweetness: Uncalm
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Later that night, Gordo's parents had gone out for dinner, leaving him alone for the millionth time with nothing to do. Luckily, the phone rang just when he was about to experiment with different thick red food substances to see which would make the best fake blood for possible films. He let it ring three times before answering, so as not to make Lizzie --he was fairly certain it was Lizzie-- think he'd been waiting by the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, if it isn't the future Mr. McGuire."
"Hi, Miranda," Gordo said, fumbling in his pocket for his hacky sack. "How's Mexico treating you?"
"Apparently not as well as Hillridge is treating you," Miranda said. "Spill, Gordo, spill!"
"There's nothing to spill," Gordo insisted.
"Well, all of a sudden you and Lizzie are the Next Big Thing, so I'd say there's plenty."
"I'm sure she's told you everything already."
"I didn't think you'd ever get around to asking her out," Miranda said thoughtfully.
"Wait a sec...you knew?"
"Gordo, Gordo, Gordo," Miranda said, and Gordo was reminded of the way Ethan always greeted Lizzie. "You forget, I know everything."
"I beg to differ. If you knew everything, I'd be begging you for study help, not the other way around."
"*Very* funny, Gordo."
"I should go for a career in stand-up."
"So, have you gone on a date yet?" Miranda said eagerly.
"Why are you bothering me about this?" Gordo whined.
"Because Lizzie will just get all...you know, *Lizzie* about it. Besides, I like making you sweat. C'mon, details!"
"Yeah, fine, this afternoon we went mini-golfing."
"Ooh. And?"
"And she flirted with Ethan Craft," Gordo said, still bitter about the whole ordeal, which was evident in his voice.
"Oh no she *didn't*!" Miranda said, and her insult on his behalf was more than enough for Gordo.
"Yeah, she did. But things worked themselves out, I guess." Gordo began to practice his hacking, and was working up quite a succession of hits.
"Have you guys, like...kissed yet?"
Gordo's foot and the hacky sack finally missed each other. Even so, he was grinning. "Yeah."
"Wow."
"So you've pumped me for info sufficiently now...can we talk about something else? Anything else?"
"Like there's anything else to talk about! My two best friends in the universe get together, and you want to talk about the weather? I don't think so."
"Please, Miranda."
"Oh, I get it. You think I'm weirded out," Miranda guessed.
"I never said that."
"You and Lizzie think alike, because she was all afraid that I would completely alienate and hate you both. I'm seriously happy for you guys, really. I see you together all the time, so it's not like it's going to be that much different."
"So you're okay with it," Gordo said.
"Absolutely. Besides, with Lizzie out of the picture, that leaves Ethan free for me!" Miranda said lightly, and Gordo laughed. "Listen, Gordo, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure thing. Bye, Miranda."
"Ciao for now."
They hung up, and even with Miranda's reassurances, Gordo still felt uneasy about the whole situation. They'd promised that things wouldn't change, but things couldn't always stay the same. For at least a year now Gordo had liked Lizzie, and for the past couple of months all he could think about was kissing her. And now that he had, he wanted to do it as much as possible. And he wanted to hold her hand and put his arms around her and let the entire world know that he'd finally won. He might be a hormonal teenager, but Lizzie was seriously everything to him. Everything. So that meant things *had* to change. And although Miranda promised she wasn't weirded out, he had the sinking suspicion that things wouldn't stay this way forever.
Author's note: this chapter has been sitting on my computer for awhile, waiting for me to get it better. Unfortunately for you, it's short and not very good.
I'm afraid that this fic is going to go on a hiatus. I don't know where I want the story to go, and I have several other projects I'm working on, not to mention college and my new job. I'm sorry to all the fans. You guys have been super-supportive of this, my first Lizzie fic, and if it wasn't for your praise, I probably never would have done any of my other fics.
This *isn't* the end of "The Sweetness", though. I promise.
Love love to you all.
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
The Sweetness: Uncalm
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Later that night, Gordo's parents had gone out for dinner, leaving him alone for the millionth time with nothing to do. Luckily, the phone rang just when he was about to experiment with different thick red food substances to see which would make the best fake blood for possible films. He let it ring three times before answering, so as not to make Lizzie --he was fairly certain it was Lizzie-- think he'd been waiting by the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, if it isn't the future Mr. McGuire."
"Hi, Miranda," Gordo said, fumbling in his pocket for his hacky sack. "How's Mexico treating you?"
"Apparently not as well as Hillridge is treating you," Miranda said. "Spill, Gordo, spill!"
"There's nothing to spill," Gordo insisted.
"Well, all of a sudden you and Lizzie are the Next Big Thing, so I'd say there's plenty."
"I'm sure she's told you everything already."
"I didn't think you'd ever get around to asking her out," Miranda said thoughtfully.
"Wait a sec...you knew?"
"Gordo, Gordo, Gordo," Miranda said, and Gordo was reminded of the way Ethan always greeted Lizzie. "You forget, I know everything."
"I beg to differ. If you knew everything, I'd be begging you for study help, not the other way around."
"*Very* funny, Gordo."
"I should go for a career in stand-up."
"So, have you gone on a date yet?" Miranda said eagerly.
"Why are you bothering me about this?" Gordo whined.
"Because Lizzie will just get all...you know, *Lizzie* about it. Besides, I like making you sweat. C'mon, details!"
"Yeah, fine, this afternoon we went mini-golfing."
"Ooh. And?"
"And she flirted with Ethan Craft," Gordo said, still bitter about the whole ordeal, which was evident in his voice.
"Oh no she *didn't*!" Miranda said, and her insult on his behalf was more than enough for Gordo.
"Yeah, she did. But things worked themselves out, I guess." Gordo began to practice his hacking, and was working up quite a succession of hits.
"Have you guys, like...kissed yet?"
Gordo's foot and the hacky sack finally missed each other. Even so, he was grinning. "Yeah."
"Wow."
"So you've pumped me for info sufficiently now...can we talk about something else? Anything else?"
"Like there's anything else to talk about! My two best friends in the universe get together, and you want to talk about the weather? I don't think so."
"Please, Miranda."
"Oh, I get it. You think I'm weirded out," Miranda guessed.
"I never said that."
"You and Lizzie think alike, because she was all afraid that I would completely alienate and hate you both. I'm seriously happy for you guys, really. I see you together all the time, so it's not like it's going to be that much different."
"So you're okay with it," Gordo said.
"Absolutely. Besides, with Lizzie out of the picture, that leaves Ethan free for me!" Miranda said lightly, and Gordo laughed. "Listen, Gordo, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure thing. Bye, Miranda."
"Ciao for now."
They hung up, and even with Miranda's reassurances, Gordo still felt uneasy about the whole situation. They'd promised that things wouldn't change, but things couldn't always stay the same. For at least a year now Gordo had liked Lizzie, and for the past couple of months all he could think about was kissing her. And now that he had, he wanted to do it as much as possible. And he wanted to hold her hand and put his arms around her and let the entire world know that he'd finally won. He might be a hormonal teenager, but Lizzie was seriously everything to him. Everything. So that meant things *had* to change. And although Miranda promised she wasn't weirded out, he had the sinking suspicion that things wouldn't stay this way forever.