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Chapter 6: At the Dinner Table
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"Matt, eat your dinner," Mrs. McGuire said.
Lizzie's little brother made a face. "I don't like it. It's so bland, so tasteless. I'm a man of flavor."
"You're a man-a BOY-about to be grounded if you don't eat up," she replied.
Lizzie and I tried to eat as normally as possible, but we both ended up wolfing down our meals at the speed of lightning.
"Whoa, Lizzard-breath," Matt started. "I should call you dog-girl, because you're HOUDNING that DOWN!" He laughed at his own joke, but I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't have a little brother.
Lizzie huffed, and looked over at her brother's barely picked at meal. "Yeah! Well, I should call you booger-boy because you're so PICKY!"
~~
OOPS...Did I just said that...out loud??
~~
Everyone stopped and we all looked over at Lizzie...actually we all looked over at GORDO (me!).
"Gordo?" I said pointedly through my teeth, annoyed. "You're stealing my insults." I laughed nervously and shrugged. "I told him to say that. Sorry!" I picked up my glass and gulped down my milk. "Can we be excused?"
"Lizzie, why would you tell Gordo to say that?"
"I just wanted him to...see how it was to have a little brother!" I said, desperate for any excuse and feeling horrible that I was getting in trouble!!
"Having a little brother is more than just being mean," Mrs. McGuire scolded.
"Yeah, and-"
"Matt!" She shot back. "You, mister, need to stop being so mean to your sister, too. Eat your dinner."
"Sorry, Mrs. McGuire. I should have known better," Lizzie said, as me.
This was seriously weird. I just wanted to escape the situation. First, Lizzie made me out to be a FLIRT in front of Ethan, now she is making me out to be a FOOL in front of her parents.
~~
"That's okay, Gordo. It's a little out of your character, though."
I shrugged. Gordo looked at me and gave me a 'she's right' look.
"Well, LIZZIE, maybe we should finish that paper we started today?" I said, straightening up in my seat and trying to redeem Gordo's character.
"Actually, I think Lizzie has had enough of friends over for one night," Mom said.
WHAT?!
"But...but," Gordo stammered. He was really starting to sound like me. "I need Gordo here. I...I can't do this without him!"
"Yeah, Mo...Mrs. McGuire. Besides, I can't go home. My parents, well...um. They have some company over. I can't interrupt that!"
"Gordo, it's your home. You can always go there," Dad said, putting a bite into his mouth.
"Just for a little longer? PLEASE?" Gordo begged, pouting my lips out and making me look desperate.
Mom sighed. "Fine. Till eight."
"THANKS!" We both chimed in unison as we jumped from our seats and ran to my room.
~~
That was way too close for comfort.
"What were you thinking?" I asked Lizzie as I sat on her bed.
"I'm sorry. I just...I couldn't help it," she replied, pouting as she sat next to me.
"We gotta get out of this. I don't think we can stall any longer," I stated.
Lizzie bit her (my) lip and looked down. She picked up the book and flipped through the ancient pages. "I hate this book. I hate being in a boy's body. It's so...uncomfortable." She adjusted her seat.
"Tell me about it," I murmured, adjusting my own seat and trying to get used to the body I was in. "I have boobs."
"Yeah, and you better not look at them!"
I rolled my eyes. ME!? What about HER!? I have anatomy too.
"You're not the only one who has a naked body under your clothes, Lizzie."
"Please," Lizzie said with disgust. "I'm not going to peek." She crossed my arms and turned my face away.
I rolled Lizzie's eyes. Unbelievable. "Tomorrow is Saturday," I started.
~~
I looked over. "So?"
"Maybe I can spend the night! I mean-maybe YOU can spend the night."
I pondered this. "But...I don't know. I think my mom already thinks we're acting weird."
"We're teens. Of course we're acting weird. Just ask."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, okay, GORDO. I will. I will just walk my little boy body down and ASK. MOM, can GORDO stay the night?"
"I meant I'LL ask--as YOU...and wait-'little boy body'? I don't have a 'little boy body'."
"Big boy...whatever! You know what I meant."
With a small huff, Gordo got up and walked to the door, opening it a crack.
~~
"MOM!" I suddenly called.
"Yeah?" Came Mrs. McGuire's voice.
"Can Gordo spend the night?"
"What?" She opened the door some more and looked at me...her daughter.
"Can Gordo stay the night? Tomorrow's the weekend." I swallowed hard and felt as though she could see right through the facade. I looked back at Lizzie who smiled and held the big book up, as though we were happy studying and learning something new and exciting. It was excessively cheesy but it worked.
"Sure, Gordo. You can stay if it's okay with your parents," she said, directing her comment to the 'boy' who was on her daughter's bed. "But Lizzie, no more pinning your friends against Matt," she added, pointing directly at me.
"Um, okay, Mom. Sorry."
"I'm going to the store soon," she smiled, as she closed the door.
"Okay," we said in unison as she closed the door.
"Okay, that bought us some time," I said, sitting at the vanity table.
"It sure did," Lizzie wistfully replied as she once again dialed my house and asked to stay over. My mom, over the phone, was apparently somewhat reluctant but finally caved in with a 'sure.'
"Hey, let's look on the Internet! Maybe they have stories about this there!" Lizzie suggested excitedly as she jumped up and ran to her computer.
We started with Yahoo! and tried every search engine from there for body switch stories...nothing. Nada. ZIP!
Frustrated, I fell back on Lizzie's bed, her blond hair getting all over. "We're doomed."
"Way to go, us. Now I will never get Ethan. You'll never flirt with him for me!" Lizzie stated in exasperation (hearing my own voice gushing about Ethan wasn't something I liked hearing).
I gazed over at her. "I think you're missing the big picture here."
"The big picture is..." she stopped suddenly and felt her (my) stomach. "Is that I'm hungry again."
"Oh...yeah. Welcome to my appetite," I said, sitting up.
"But we just ate the biggest dinner. Where do you pack it all?"
"I'm a growing boy. You wanna get something or not?"
"YEA!"
~~
In the kitchen, we took out chips, salsa, cookies, and some soft drinks and headed back upstairs. We sat on my bedroom floor munching away and talking (well, to be honest, I was doing more of the munching and Gordo, as me, was doing more of the talking).
"Let's just wait this out. Get some rest and then in the morning...we might have switched back. Then we can forget this ever happened!"
I nodded, a cookie in my mouth, chips in one hand, soft drink in another.
Chapter 6: At the Dinner Table
~~
"Matt, eat your dinner," Mrs. McGuire said.
Lizzie's little brother made a face. "I don't like it. It's so bland, so tasteless. I'm a man of flavor."
"You're a man-a BOY-about to be grounded if you don't eat up," she replied.
Lizzie and I tried to eat as normally as possible, but we both ended up wolfing down our meals at the speed of lightning.
"Whoa, Lizzard-breath," Matt started. "I should call you dog-girl, because you're HOUDNING that DOWN!" He laughed at his own joke, but I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't have a little brother.
Lizzie huffed, and looked over at her brother's barely picked at meal. "Yeah! Well, I should call you booger-boy because you're so PICKY!"
~~
OOPS...Did I just said that...out loud??
~~
Everyone stopped and we all looked over at Lizzie...actually we all looked over at GORDO (me!).
"Gordo?" I said pointedly through my teeth, annoyed. "You're stealing my insults." I laughed nervously and shrugged. "I told him to say that. Sorry!" I picked up my glass and gulped down my milk. "Can we be excused?"
"Lizzie, why would you tell Gordo to say that?"
"I just wanted him to...see how it was to have a little brother!" I said, desperate for any excuse and feeling horrible that I was getting in trouble!!
"Having a little brother is more than just being mean," Mrs. McGuire scolded.
"Yeah, and-"
"Matt!" She shot back. "You, mister, need to stop being so mean to your sister, too. Eat your dinner."
"Sorry, Mrs. McGuire. I should have known better," Lizzie said, as me.
This was seriously weird. I just wanted to escape the situation. First, Lizzie made me out to be a FLIRT in front of Ethan, now she is making me out to be a FOOL in front of her parents.
~~
"That's okay, Gordo. It's a little out of your character, though."
I shrugged. Gordo looked at me and gave me a 'she's right' look.
"Well, LIZZIE, maybe we should finish that paper we started today?" I said, straightening up in my seat and trying to redeem Gordo's character.
"Actually, I think Lizzie has had enough of friends over for one night," Mom said.
WHAT?!
"But...but," Gordo stammered. He was really starting to sound like me. "I need Gordo here. I...I can't do this without him!"
"Yeah, Mo...Mrs. McGuire. Besides, I can't go home. My parents, well...um. They have some company over. I can't interrupt that!"
"Gordo, it's your home. You can always go there," Dad said, putting a bite into his mouth.
"Just for a little longer? PLEASE?" Gordo begged, pouting my lips out and making me look desperate.
Mom sighed. "Fine. Till eight."
"THANKS!" We both chimed in unison as we jumped from our seats and ran to my room.
~~
That was way too close for comfort.
"What were you thinking?" I asked Lizzie as I sat on her bed.
"I'm sorry. I just...I couldn't help it," she replied, pouting as she sat next to me.
"We gotta get out of this. I don't think we can stall any longer," I stated.
Lizzie bit her (my) lip and looked down. She picked up the book and flipped through the ancient pages. "I hate this book. I hate being in a boy's body. It's so...uncomfortable." She adjusted her seat.
"Tell me about it," I murmured, adjusting my own seat and trying to get used to the body I was in. "I have boobs."
"Yeah, and you better not look at them!"
I rolled my eyes. ME!? What about HER!? I have anatomy too.
"You're not the only one who has a naked body under your clothes, Lizzie."
"Please," Lizzie said with disgust. "I'm not going to peek." She crossed my arms and turned my face away.
I rolled Lizzie's eyes. Unbelievable. "Tomorrow is Saturday," I started.
~~
I looked over. "So?"
"Maybe I can spend the night! I mean-maybe YOU can spend the night."
I pondered this. "But...I don't know. I think my mom already thinks we're acting weird."
"We're teens. Of course we're acting weird. Just ask."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, okay, GORDO. I will. I will just walk my little boy body down and ASK. MOM, can GORDO stay the night?"
"I meant I'LL ask--as YOU...and wait-'little boy body'? I don't have a 'little boy body'."
"Big boy...whatever! You know what I meant."
With a small huff, Gordo got up and walked to the door, opening it a crack.
~~
"MOM!" I suddenly called.
"Yeah?" Came Mrs. McGuire's voice.
"Can Gordo spend the night?"
"What?" She opened the door some more and looked at me...her daughter.
"Can Gordo stay the night? Tomorrow's the weekend." I swallowed hard and felt as though she could see right through the facade. I looked back at Lizzie who smiled and held the big book up, as though we were happy studying and learning something new and exciting. It was excessively cheesy but it worked.
"Sure, Gordo. You can stay if it's okay with your parents," she said, directing her comment to the 'boy' who was on her daughter's bed. "But Lizzie, no more pinning your friends against Matt," she added, pointing directly at me.
"Um, okay, Mom. Sorry."
"I'm going to the store soon," she smiled, as she closed the door.
"Okay," we said in unison as she closed the door.
"Okay, that bought us some time," I said, sitting at the vanity table.
"It sure did," Lizzie wistfully replied as she once again dialed my house and asked to stay over. My mom, over the phone, was apparently somewhat reluctant but finally caved in with a 'sure.'
"Hey, let's look on the Internet! Maybe they have stories about this there!" Lizzie suggested excitedly as she jumped up and ran to her computer.
We started with Yahoo! and tried every search engine from there for body switch stories...nothing. Nada. ZIP!
Frustrated, I fell back on Lizzie's bed, her blond hair getting all over. "We're doomed."
"Way to go, us. Now I will never get Ethan. You'll never flirt with him for me!" Lizzie stated in exasperation (hearing my own voice gushing about Ethan wasn't something I liked hearing).
I gazed over at her. "I think you're missing the big picture here."
"The big picture is..." she stopped suddenly and felt her (my) stomach. "Is that I'm hungry again."
"Oh...yeah. Welcome to my appetite," I said, sitting up.
"But we just ate the biggest dinner. Where do you pack it all?"
"I'm a growing boy. You wanna get something or not?"
"YEA!"
~~
In the kitchen, we took out chips, salsa, cookies, and some soft drinks and headed back upstairs. We sat on my bedroom floor munching away and talking (well, to be honest, I was doing more of the munching and Gordo, as me, was doing more of the talking).
"Let's just wait this out. Get some rest and then in the morning...we might have switched back. Then we can forget this ever happened!"
I nodded, a cookie in my mouth, chips in one hand, soft drink in another.