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Chapter Eight:

Gordo's Viewpoint:

I peered around the corner and watched Lizzie as she read the poem. She looked confused at first and I thought that that was it. I'd ruined the best friendship I'd ever had because I couldn't control my desires and keep them to myself. Then she smiled! I dismissed my previous thoughts and regained my confidence. Maybe I didn't ruin anything at all. She seemed a little nervous. Just then Miranda spoke up.

"See? Told you she'd like it!" she boasted.

"I-I guess. What am I supposed to do now? I can't just casually walk up to her and say 'hey Lizzie, so about that poem,' can I?" I asked.

"You could." She began, "But I wouldn't. Why don't you just wait until she approaches you."

"That could take forever. I could die of impatience."

"Knowing Lizzie, she'll probably be confused and come to me for help. I'll insist that she talk to you right away."

"Do you think that will really work?"

"I'm not really sure, but I'll try my best. If it starts to take to long, you'll just have to take matters into your own hands."

"That's what I was afraid of." I sighed. "I better get going. First period… with Lizzie."

"Ouch." Miranda said. "Try not to be too nervous. Everything will be fine and everything will work out for the best."

"Thanks, Miranda. You've been so great. I promise not to make you a third wheel if anything happens with me and Lizzie."

"If? What do you mean 'if'? Something's definitely going to happen. I can smell it."

"If you say so." I smiled. "See you later."  The rest of the day was really shaky. I talked to Lizzie, but not much was said. Neither of us brought up the poem and it was probably best that we didn't. I greatly preferred discussing the matter with her in private accommodations. The suspense was killing me though; I found it difficult to concentrate on my studies because I just wanted to know what Lizzie thought about the poem. Patience is a virtue. Patience IS a virtue. Patience sucks.

Lizzie's Viewpoint:

I had just gotten home from school, a very interesting day if I must say. I looked through my purse and took out the poem that Gordo had stuffed in my locker. I read it over again slowly. It made my heart race. It was such a new feeling. Even when I was dating Ronnie, I hadn't felt this… flushed. I didn't know what was coming over me. More importantly, I didn't know how to deal with this situation. I decided to call Miranda because…well… I couldn't call Gordo for help on this one.

"Hello?" Mrs. Sanchez said into the phone.

"Oh, hey. Uh, is Miranda there, Mrs. Sanchez?" I asked nervously.

"Yep, just a second, Lizzie." She answered. I waited for a few seconds and then Miranda picked up the phone.

"Hola!" She said cheerfully.

"Hey." I answered back weakly.

"Hey, what wrongs?"

"I need some advice."

"Is it about the note Gordo left you?"

"W- .. What? How'd you know."

"Hey, I have connections. He's my best friend too, ya know. So, what's the problem?"

"Uh.. er.. I." I stuttered. I was baffled. Miranda was in on this too? I felt so out of the loop.

"Come on, Lizzie, spit it out. I'm going to the mall in fifteen minutes and I can't be late!" She said impatiently.

"What am I supposed to do? Should I go talk to him? Should I let him talk to me? What should I do?" I blurted out, with a word speed of about 100 words per second.

"You need to go talk to him. He's waiting for you to come to him because he's too nervous to go to you himself." She said, matter-of-factly.

"You really think so? Are you sure he's ready to talk about it? Am I ready to talk about it?"

"Listen, he's dying to talk to you about it, trust me, I know. As for you, just go and talk. If you don't talk to him now it'll be even harder to talk to him later."

"…Okay.." I thought for a minute. "Then.. I'm going to get ready to go over to his house in a few, I guess. Thanks for your help Miranda. I better get-"  She cut me off.

"Before you go." She said. "Just tell me one thing. How do you feel about him?"

"I-I don't know." I said. "I think I like him, too… I just need to figure out how things would be if we dated. I mean, I don't want to make you the third wheel… or leave you out. I want everything to the same as it always was. I don't want him and me dating and ruined things with you and me."

"Trust me, Lizzie, I won't let that happen." She assured me. "Promise."

"Thanks a bunch Miranda, I'm really going to get going now. Bye" I said. She said goodbye to me and we both hung up. After that, I went to look in the mirror at myself. Was my face okay? Did I need make up? Any new zits? Then I stopped myself… it was Gordo I was going to talk to. He wouldn't care. Why was I trying to impress him when what normally impressed a guy wouldn't make any difference to Gordo? More importantly, why was I trying to impress Gordo?

"Because you like him, duh!" I said to myself. I got a little flushed at my own outburst. I left a note for my mom, telling her I was at Gordo's and walked over to his house. My heart was racing when I reached the door. I pressed the button for the doorbell and waited anxiously.

"Come on, Gordo." I said to myself, softly. I watched as the doorknob began to turn.

It took me a couple of days, sorry guys. Expect one or two more chapters by the end of the night. Hope all you people who celebrate have a good Easter tomorrow. Keep on reviewing and please don't be afraid to submit any ideas or tell me anything that you'd like to see happen. Thanks again, guys.