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Anonymous Viewpoint:
The next day, Gordo and Miranda had met at her locker so that he could show her the beginning of his poem for Lizzie. After carefully reading over it, Miranda had nothing but praise for Gordo's work.
"This is amazing. It's so heartfelt and sincere. This is perfect for Lizzie, she'll love it!" She gushed.
"Do you really think so?" Gordo stressed. "I don't want you to be telling me this for fear of hurting my feelings. I NEED to know you're honest opinion. This is so important, and I couldn't handle the thought of messing things up with Lizzie. The outcome could be irreversible. You can tell me if you think it's bad. I'm a big boy and I can take it."
"Gordo, I couldn't be any more serious. It's so obvious that you've worked really hard on this. I'm jealous that I don't understand how to do this stuff as well as you do. Really, Gordo, I think it's great!" She assured him.
"Thanks, Miranda. I'm glad to know that I can count on you for these things." He smiled. Just then, he saw Lizzie turn the corner of the hallway. She looked the same way she did everyday: stunning. Gordo was convinced that she'd look that way no matter how plain or detailed her ensemble for the day was.
Lizzie's Viewpoint:
I turned the corner and saw Gordo and Miranda at her locker. Miranda was holding a piece of paper and she looked really excited about whatever was written on it.
"Hey guys!" I greeted them, and they both returned it. "What's that you've got, Miranda. A loooove letter?" I teased.
"No." she said. "It's something Gordo wrote." As soon as she said this, I glanced at Gordo. He looked really nervous about something.
"It's just me starting on my poetry I've been talking about. I-It's no big deal." He said, still nervous.
"Well, could I see it?" I asked.
"Sure." Miranda answered and then handed it to me. I saw Gordo lightly hit he with his elbow out of the corner of my eye when she did this. It was probably a love poem for the girl he liked, I thought. Maybe he's embarrassed? But why would he be embarrassed for me to read it and not Miranda? I pushed the questions out of my mind as I began to read. I finished and was amazed.
"Wow, Gordo. This is really amazing." I said.
"Y-you think so?" He asked.
"Of course." I answered. I decided to be brave. "So, who'd you write it for? Someone you like?" His face reddened. I felt sort of bad for making him uncomfortable, but I really wanted to know. I waited for a response.
"I-it's not for anybody. It's just… an experiment." He said.
"Oh, come on, Gordo! It has to be for someone. I can tell be the way you're getting all nervous. Come on, tell me who it is! You can trust me." I demanded. I saw him look to Miranda for help, and she shrugged. "Miranda, do you know?"
"Well… yeah…" She hesitated.
"Gordo! Why can Miranda know and not me? We're all best friends!" I was starting to feel hurt.
"I don't know that I want to tell you Lizzie. I don't know how you'll feel about it. This is all really overwhelming for me and… please just understand?" He pleaded.
"It's not Kate, is it?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"No. NO. Never." He scowled. "Over my dead body."
"Alright, as long as I know it's not Kate. Could you at least tell me about her? What does she look like? Come on, please!?" I begged.
"Well, she's a really amazing person. Smart, funny, kind, good-looking." He reflected. He looked so happy. "She's got blonde hair and the nicest hazel eyes, a-and." He stuttered.
"And what?" I asked.
"And… nothing." He said. "We better get going to class, come on."
Well, tonight's been filled with ideas. Tell me how you readers like the pace of this story. Is it too slow? Thanks a bunch. The story will continue soon.