Disclaimer: I don't own any Miranda, Lizzie, Gordo, Ethan, Larry, Cody, or
Kate.
I didn't like him. He was annoying, unattractive, and would bring down my social
status if I was seen with him. But that night at my party, I had felt something while we
danced. I couldn't like him. Larry Tudgeman?
I pushed my black hair out of my eyes and watched as Lizzie approached me at
the lunch table, flanked by Gordo, her personal shadow. Every since those two had
started going out, they were more inseparable than ever. I knew that once they sat down
at the table, the handholding would begin. I rolled her eyes, but was still happy for my
best friends. They had found each other, now when would Ethan find me? I laughed, my
eyes on Ethan as he crashed into the door of the cafeteria, and then chuckled more as I
watched Kate begin to yell at him.
"Hey, Miranda, how are you?" Lizzie's voice, high and sweet, rang through my
ears, disrupting the "connection" with Ethan
"I'm good. How are you two?" I winked at the couple, whose cheeks were beginning to redden.
"Miranda, have you seen the new movie playing?" Gordo asked me, ever the film
director. He then began to babble all about the special effects that were used, causing
Lizzie to swat him in the head with her brownie.
"Enough, guys, remember what happened at the last food fight? Lizzie, you got
stuck in detention with the Queen Of The World and her side-kick, Stink- Boy." I laughed
at my own joke, and Gordo stared at me quizzically. Lizzie smiled, but I think she knew
something was up. The Kate part they could stand, but after my party last weekend, I
think they wouldn't take my badgering of poor Larry. I hadn't really talked to Lizzie, but
had confided in Gordo, who promised he wouldn't tell. I don't even know what I told
him. Something about me maybe liking Larry. What would happen if we went on a date?
Would he change his shirt? Take a shower? Take me to a Star Flip convention with him?
"I'm unlucky in love," I told Lizzie and Gordo, who nodded sympathetically. "No,
seriously. I've had two crushes all year, Cody Pearson, who had nothing to say after the
first five minutes of our date and Ethan, who, as much as I like him, has the intelligence
of a hairbrush." Lizzie laughed, and commented on how brains were better than brawn
any day. Ask her that last year, she would've told you brawn was good, but Ethan was
better. Such a metamorphosis in the span of a few months.
Larry was walking to our table. Gordo kicked me under the table but didn't meet
my eyes. He was going to hold this over my head forever. Larry slid into the seat next to
me and grinned.
"Miranda, Gordo, Lizzie, how's it going?" He smiled widely and raked a hand
through his dark hair, but barely made it through the grease.
"Ever thought of taking a shower, loser?" Kate breezed by our table, followed by
Ethan who was staring at the ceiling.
"Kate, look, I saw an elephant?" She elbowed him in the ribs, and dragged him
out of the cafeteria. The smile had dropped from Larry's face and he was paying an
inordinate amount of attention to his plate.
"Larry?" I nudged him, wanting him to look up. "Larry, don't take what Kate says
personally." At that moment, Lizzie and Gordo grabbed their trays and whisked them
away, bidding Larry and I goodbye as they walked to class together. "She's a witch, and
you're worth a thousand of her. A million." That was the largest compliment I had paid to
anyone, and it was going to Larry? But he looked at me and beamed, and launched into
an explanation about Spock.
"You know, Miranda, I like you. Almost as much as Star Trek. Maybe more." As
much as I hated to admit it, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. And it
came from Larry?
"Larry, I'm a bad person. I didn't like you for the longest time because of your
looks. When you showed up to my party as Lawrence, I wanted to know more about you.
But when I found out you were Larry, I still felt the same way. I didn't want to tell
anyone, but it's something I can't get over. I can't get over you."
I had admitted it. It wasn't a dream or a nightmare, it was reality. Reality was
Larry and I, sitting together at the lunch table, being watched by all the popular people
and not even caring. I liked Larry? I liked Larry.
I didn't like him. He was annoying, unattractive, and would bring down my social
status if I was seen with him. But that night at my party, I had felt something while we
danced. I couldn't like him. Larry Tudgeman?
I pushed my black hair out of my eyes and watched as Lizzie approached me at
the lunch table, flanked by Gordo, her personal shadow. Every since those two had
started going out, they were more inseparable than ever. I knew that once they sat down
at the table, the handholding would begin. I rolled her eyes, but was still happy for my
best friends. They had found each other, now when would Ethan find me? I laughed, my
eyes on Ethan as he crashed into the door of the cafeteria, and then chuckled more as I
watched Kate begin to yell at him.
"Hey, Miranda, how are you?" Lizzie's voice, high and sweet, rang through my
ears, disrupting the "connection" with Ethan
"I'm good. How are you two?" I winked at the couple, whose cheeks were beginning to redden.
"Miranda, have you seen the new movie playing?" Gordo asked me, ever the film
director. He then began to babble all about the special effects that were used, causing
Lizzie to swat him in the head with her brownie.
"Enough, guys, remember what happened at the last food fight? Lizzie, you got
stuck in detention with the Queen Of The World and her side-kick, Stink- Boy." I laughed
at my own joke, and Gordo stared at me quizzically. Lizzie smiled, but I think she knew
something was up. The Kate part they could stand, but after my party last weekend, I
think they wouldn't take my badgering of poor Larry. I hadn't really talked to Lizzie, but
had confided in Gordo, who promised he wouldn't tell. I don't even know what I told
him. Something about me maybe liking Larry. What would happen if we went on a date?
Would he change his shirt? Take a shower? Take me to a Star Flip convention with him?
"I'm unlucky in love," I told Lizzie and Gordo, who nodded sympathetically. "No,
seriously. I've had two crushes all year, Cody Pearson, who had nothing to say after the
first five minutes of our date and Ethan, who, as much as I like him, has the intelligence
of a hairbrush." Lizzie laughed, and commented on how brains were better than brawn
any day. Ask her that last year, she would've told you brawn was good, but Ethan was
better. Such a metamorphosis in the span of a few months.
Larry was walking to our table. Gordo kicked me under the table but didn't meet
my eyes. He was going to hold this over my head forever. Larry slid into the seat next to
me and grinned.
"Miranda, Gordo, Lizzie, how's it going?" He smiled widely and raked a hand
through his dark hair, but barely made it through the grease.
"Ever thought of taking a shower, loser?" Kate breezed by our table, followed by
Ethan who was staring at the ceiling.
"Kate, look, I saw an elephant?" She elbowed him in the ribs, and dragged him
out of the cafeteria. The smile had dropped from Larry's face and he was paying an
inordinate amount of attention to his plate.
"Larry?" I nudged him, wanting him to look up. "Larry, don't take what Kate says
personally." At that moment, Lizzie and Gordo grabbed their trays and whisked them
away, bidding Larry and I goodbye as they walked to class together. "She's a witch, and
you're worth a thousand of her. A million." That was the largest compliment I had paid to
anyone, and it was going to Larry? But he looked at me and beamed, and launched into
an explanation about Spock.
"You know, Miranda, I like you. Almost as much as Star Trek. Maybe more." As
much as I hated to admit it, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. And it
came from Larry?
"Larry, I'm a bad person. I didn't like you for the longest time because of your
looks. When you showed up to my party as Lawrence, I wanted to know more about you.
But when I found out you were Larry, I still felt the same way. I didn't want to tell
anyone, but it's something I can't get over. I can't get over you."
I had admitted it. It wasn't a dream or a nightmare, it was reality. Reality was
Larry and I, sitting together at the lunch table, being watched by all the popular people
and not even caring. I liked Larry? I liked Larry.
