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This had to be the first time Matt had ever gone into Lizzie's room invited. Of course, he wasn't exactly himself.
The way he saw it, this little switcheroo couldn't really hurt anyone...yet. As Gordo, Lizzie would tell him anything. That was loads of dirt that he could use against her.
Lizzie sat down on the bed, and Miranda sat next to her. Matt took the chair, not knowing where Gordo usually sat, or if they even had usual seats. "So why didn't you guys call me?" Matt said.
"You told us you didn't want to go with us next time we went shopping for...girl stuff..." Lizzie said, glancing at Miranda.
"That's where you were?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Okay."
"I can't believe you stayed with Matt," she said, gazing contemptuously at the wall as if she could see through it to his room.
"Matt's not that bad of a guy." He didn't know whether or not this was out of line. Gordo had always seemed to like him well enough, and besides, Matt had to be his own advocate.
"Yeah, Lizzie, he may be obnoxious, but even you've said once or twice that he's a good kid," Miranda said.
Matt tried not to show his shock. He thought Lizzie hated him. "We had fun this afternoon," was all he said.
"Yeah, well, maybe he is pretty okay sometimes," Lizzie conceded. "But guys, c'mon, don't we have anything better to talk about than my little brother?"
Matt didn't know what to say. He decided to wait, the girls would have something to say. After all, when they were over here, they never shut up.
And they didn't. Miranda brought up what Ethan Craft's hair had looked like in school, and they gushed about him for what seemed like ages. Matt just rolled his eyes, which turned out to be an appropriate response for Gordo.
Finally they got bored, and it got late. Miranda looked at the clock. "Oh, geez, we should get going," she said. "Ready, Gordo?"
Ready? Oh man...this wasn't good.
"I, uh, left something in Matt's room," he stammered. "Wait for me."
"Sure," she said, starting down the stairs.
Matt exploded into his own room, where Gordo-Matt was lying down on the bed. He looked up, and Matt was staring at himself. "What's up?"
"I have to go home," Matt said. "Gordo has to go home. I don't even know where you live!"
"Is Miranda's mom coming to pick her up?"
"I think so."
"Well, ask her for a ride home, since it's on the way," Gordo said. "Once you get to my house, just tell my parents that you ate something weird at the McGuire's, you don't feel so good, and you're going to bed early. Then I guess I'll call you later and we'll figure this out."
"How do you put up with those two every day?" Matt said, hand on the doorknob. "All they do is talk about Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. What's with them? He's a cool guy and all, but he's so duhhhhh."
"No kidding. The girl talk is annoying, but they're both pretty cool, and smart, and good friends. And we talk about other stuff than just guys."
"For your sake, I hope so."
"GORDO!" Miranda yelled from downstairs.
"WHAT?" they both yelled, then turned to look at each other, alarmed. Gordo-Matt pointed at Matt.
Matt stuck his head into the hallway. "What?"
"It's raining and my mom is here. D'ya want a ride?"
Matt glanced at Gordo-Matt, who nodded. "Yeah," he called downstairs. "Coming."
"Talk to you later?" Gordo said.
"Guess so," Matt said, and went home as Gordo.
~~~~~
Pretending to be Matt wasn't as bad as Gordo had been expecting. Lizzie had complained enough about her brother that he could guess how to act at the table, annoying but not obnoxious enough to get into trouble. Afterwards, the McGuires went off to watch TV, and Lizzie went to her room.
Gordo followed.
"Matt! Don't you knock!" Lizzie said irritably, taking her headphones off and glaring at him.
"Can I talk to you?"
She raised an eyebrow. Clearly this was not typical Matt behavior. "Um...I guess so."
Gordo shut the door behind him and sat in the far chair. "What do you think about Gordo?" he said.
Lizzie couldn't hide the shock on her face. "What?"
"I mean, do you like Gordo?"
"Why?"
"I'm just wondering."
"Of course I like Gordo."
"I mean...'cause...I normally wouldn't say anything, because, I don't care what you do with your life, but it's just that Gordo is a really nice guy and I hate to see him hurt by you."
"What's that supposed to mean, Matt?"
Gordo figured by now that his feelings for Lizzie were obvious to everyone except Lizzie, so stepping in as Matt would be weird, but it wouldn't be out of left field. "Can't you tell that he likes you?"
"Gordo doesn't like me," she dismissed with a huff, but he could see that she didn't quite believe what she was saying.
"Don't be stupid, Lizzie. He's always over here, and you spend way more time with him than you do with Miranda, and I think that maybe he's the one person on the planet who would be stupid and blind enough to have a crush on you." There. That sounded like Matt.
"Matt, get out of here."
"I'm just saying."
"GET OUT!" Lizzie shrieked, flinging a pillow at Gordo's head.
Gordo yelped, shielded his now-spiky head, and left the room.
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This had to be the first time Matt had ever gone into Lizzie's room invited. Of course, he wasn't exactly himself.
The way he saw it, this little switcheroo couldn't really hurt anyone...yet. As Gordo, Lizzie would tell him anything. That was loads of dirt that he could use against her.
Lizzie sat down on the bed, and Miranda sat next to her. Matt took the chair, not knowing where Gordo usually sat, or if they even had usual seats. "So why didn't you guys call me?" Matt said.
"You told us you didn't want to go with us next time we went shopping for...girl stuff..." Lizzie said, glancing at Miranda.
"That's where you were?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Okay."
"I can't believe you stayed with Matt," she said, gazing contemptuously at the wall as if she could see through it to his room.
"Matt's not that bad of a guy." He didn't know whether or not this was out of line. Gordo had always seemed to like him well enough, and besides, Matt had to be his own advocate.
"Yeah, Lizzie, he may be obnoxious, but even you've said once or twice that he's a good kid," Miranda said.
Matt tried not to show his shock. He thought Lizzie hated him. "We had fun this afternoon," was all he said.
"Yeah, well, maybe he is pretty okay sometimes," Lizzie conceded. "But guys, c'mon, don't we have anything better to talk about than my little brother?"
Matt didn't know what to say. He decided to wait, the girls would have something to say. After all, when they were over here, they never shut up.
And they didn't. Miranda brought up what Ethan Craft's hair had looked like in school, and they gushed about him for what seemed like ages. Matt just rolled his eyes, which turned out to be an appropriate response for Gordo.
Finally they got bored, and it got late. Miranda looked at the clock. "Oh, geez, we should get going," she said. "Ready, Gordo?"
Ready? Oh man...this wasn't good.
"I, uh, left something in Matt's room," he stammered. "Wait for me."
"Sure," she said, starting down the stairs.
Matt exploded into his own room, where Gordo-Matt was lying down on the bed. He looked up, and Matt was staring at himself. "What's up?"
"I have to go home," Matt said. "Gordo has to go home. I don't even know where you live!"
"Is Miranda's mom coming to pick her up?"
"I think so."
"Well, ask her for a ride home, since it's on the way," Gordo said. "Once you get to my house, just tell my parents that you ate something weird at the McGuire's, you don't feel so good, and you're going to bed early. Then I guess I'll call you later and we'll figure this out."
"How do you put up with those two every day?" Matt said, hand on the doorknob. "All they do is talk about Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. What's with them? He's a cool guy and all, but he's so duhhhhh."
"No kidding. The girl talk is annoying, but they're both pretty cool, and smart, and good friends. And we talk about other stuff than just guys."
"For your sake, I hope so."
"GORDO!" Miranda yelled from downstairs.
"WHAT?" they both yelled, then turned to look at each other, alarmed. Gordo-Matt pointed at Matt.
Matt stuck his head into the hallway. "What?"
"It's raining and my mom is here. D'ya want a ride?"
Matt glanced at Gordo-Matt, who nodded. "Yeah," he called downstairs. "Coming."
"Talk to you later?" Gordo said.
"Guess so," Matt said, and went home as Gordo.
~~~~~
Pretending to be Matt wasn't as bad as Gordo had been expecting. Lizzie had complained enough about her brother that he could guess how to act at the table, annoying but not obnoxious enough to get into trouble. Afterwards, the McGuires went off to watch TV, and Lizzie went to her room.
Gordo followed.
"Matt! Don't you knock!" Lizzie said irritably, taking her headphones off and glaring at him.
"Can I talk to you?"
She raised an eyebrow. Clearly this was not typical Matt behavior. "Um...I guess so."
Gordo shut the door behind him and sat in the far chair. "What do you think about Gordo?" he said.
Lizzie couldn't hide the shock on her face. "What?"
"I mean, do you like Gordo?"
"Why?"
"I'm just wondering."
"Of course I like Gordo."
"I mean...'cause...I normally wouldn't say anything, because, I don't care what you do with your life, but it's just that Gordo is a really nice guy and I hate to see him hurt by you."
"What's that supposed to mean, Matt?"
Gordo figured by now that his feelings for Lizzie were obvious to everyone except Lizzie, so stepping in as Matt would be weird, but it wouldn't be out of left field. "Can't you tell that he likes you?"
"Gordo doesn't like me," she dismissed with a huff, but he could see that she didn't quite believe what she was saying.
"Don't be stupid, Lizzie. He's always over here, and you spend way more time with him than you do with Miranda, and I think that maybe he's the one person on the planet who would be stupid and blind enough to have a crush on you." There. That sounded like Matt.
"Matt, get out of here."
"I'm just saying."
"GET OUT!" Lizzie shrieked, flinging a pillow at Gordo's head.
Gordo yelped, shielded his now-spiky head, and left the room.
