Chapter 10: Let's get jeans or something.
A/N: Had to put up these two together. Chapter 9 was LONG but this one is significantly shorter. Just how it happened. Don't worry. Chapter 12 makes up for it. It's pretty long. Once I get started I can't stop... Hope you like. Keep that fantastic feedback rolling. I love hearing what my readers have to say!
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Just as I was about to read another day in Lizzie's world, I heard Mrs. McGuire call for Lizzie. Putting the diary on the side I rushed downstairs.
"I'm going out shopping. Would you like to come?"
I opened my mouth to decline, but just then was pelted from behind with a small Nurf ball. "AH HA! The enemy has been targeted and hit!"
"AH!" I exclaimed, turning around.
"Matt, stop shooting at your sister."
What happened? Matt and I have hung out before, we've bonded, we've had good times... He'd never do this to me, Gordo! But I can't explain that to him now. Turning back around I sighed.
"Yeah. Fine, I'll go."
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"So, how are... Lizzie and Miranda?" Kelly asked with an unsure tone in her voice, glancing up from her ice cream.
"Huh?" She has heard about US but we haven't heard about HER? "Um, good. They're good. Miranda moved but I still hang out with Gor-Lizzie," I replied, quickly correcting my error. I was curious about what Gordo said about us, considering I've never heard of her.
"OOOH." Kelly's eyes wavered across the table. "You're like...really close huh?"
"Yep." I licked Gordo's sticky lips as I pushed the empty ice cream cup to the side.
"Can I ask you something?" Kelly lowered her almost finished cup of Rocky Road ice cream and looked directly into my eyes. "Gordo, I really like you and..."
Oh no... The trail off "and." I know that trail off "and". I USE that trail off "and."
I cleared Gordo's throat. "And?"
"I don't know. I just...I get along with you really well. We always end up seeing each other on these trips our parents make us go to and...I don't know what I'm trying to say."
REALLY? Because *I* know what you're trying to say!
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Oh, how I wish Lizzie had made ME a Top Ten Fool-Proof Lizzie List! I didn't know the first thing to being her.
I just did what I always did in the car with my own parents. I didn't talk. Apparently, either Lizzie's a chatterbox or Mrs. McGuire is just nosy because soon she asked, "Are you okay sweetie. You're quiet."
"Uh. Yeah Mom. I...just...um, have a headache."
She nodded. "Ohh. You need some headache medicine. I have some." She began to dig through her purse as she drove.
"NO! No. I'm okay. Just, um...I'm okay. Tired. Just tired."
She sighed. "I knew Gordo shouldn't have spent the night. You never get any sleep when your friends spend the night. And what was with the clothes he wore this morning? I didn't even know he could fit in your clothes."
I turned red. "Yeah. It was my idea. I shouldn't have done that. It was mean. Gordo doesn't REALLY dress like that. He practically went to the bathroom kicking and screaming when I made him wear it." I smiled a small, satisfied smile at redeeming my own character just a tad.
"Well, honey, why did you make him wear your clothes? Isn't that kind of strange?" she said, a small confused smile on her lips. "I mean, why not just get your pajamas from home?"
"It was late!" I stated.
"Honey, calm down. It's okay. I was just wondering why Gordo was in your clothes this morning."
"Because I made him sleep in them. I shouldn't have done that."
Mrs. McGuire just smiled at me as we reached the mall.
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"So you like me more than a friend?" I asked, perhaps rather forward for Gordo but I had no problem since I really WASN'T Gordo.
Kelly's face turned red. "NO! Yeah...NO! I don't know." She pushed her ice cream away. "Do you like me that way?"
I think so...I'm not actually sure. He seems to like her.
"Well...I...can't, I'm not...I...you're a great girl," I stammered.
She smiled. "Thanks, David." She sighed. "ANYWAY, back to the speaker I guess."
OH NO. Did I screw up as Gordo? Did he just miss his chance to have a girlfriend...or something? I let out a breath and pushed my seat back. I can't wait to get back to my own life.
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I followed Mrs. McGuire around as she tried on different shoes and clothes. She repeatedly asked my opinion of which I gave as truthfully as I could. Some of it was really bad choices!
"I miss this, sweetheart. This hanging out," she told me after buying some shoes. She placed her arm around my shoulder.
"I miss it...too...," I replied in a small voice.
"You didn't pick out anything yet. Come on. I'll get you something."
I really didn't want to have to face another girlie store again. My head was really starting to hurt this time and all I wanted to do was be at home...preferably in my own body.
"OH! I KNOW! Let's buy you a new bra!"
My mouth dropped and I looked around. What is it about a parent's voice that sounds like a MEGAPHONE when they say personal stuff?
"No," I hissed, blushing.
"You need a new one. Come on."
I clenched my teeth. "I really, really don't think so."
She sighed. "Fine. If you insist on getting one yourself-"
"Jeans!"
"What?"
"Let's get jeans or something. Uh, yeah!" I yanked her arm in the direction of Old Navy, praying there were no bras to be seen.
Once in there, I had no idea what I was doing. There were 5,561 types of jeans for girls, it seemed.
"Which ones should I get?" I asked myself.
"The ones on sale," Mrs. McGuire replied from behind, holding up a pair of jeans with striped patterns on them.
I gave a small smile. "I'll go try them on."
In the dressing room, I slid on the new jeans, trying to pull them higher, like...somewhere near Lizzie's belly, but they stayed right on the hips. I looked at the tag. "Lowriders." How can anyone wear these? But...they looked pretty good (I must say) so I let Mrs. McGuire buy them for Lizzie. I'll wear them at school and-wait! What the heck am I saying??!! I plan on being back in my own body by then!
A/N: Had to put up these two together. Chapter 9 was LONG but this one is significantly shorter. Just how it happened. Don't worry. Chapter 12 makes up for it. It's pretty long. Once I get started I can't stop... Hope you like. Keep that fantastic feedback rolling. I love hearing what my readers have to say!
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Just as I was about to read another day in Lizzie's world, I heard Mrs. McGuire call for Lizzie. Putting the diary on the side I rushed downstairs.
"I'm going out shopping. Would you like to come?"
I opened my mouth to decline, but just then was pelted from behind with a small Nurf ball. "AH HA! The enemy has been targeted and hit!"
"AH!" I exclaimed, turning around.
"Matt, stop shooting at your sister."
What happened? Matt and I have hung out before, we've bonded, we've had good times... He'd never do this to me, Gordo! But I can't explain that to him now. Turning back around I sighed.
"Yeah. Fine, I'll go."
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"So, how are... Lizzie and Miranda?" Kelly asked with an unsure tone in her voice, glancing up from her ice cream.
"Huh?" She has heard about US but we haven't heard about HER? "Um, good. They're good. Miranda moved but I still hang out with Gor-Lizzie," I replied, quickly correcting my error. I was curious about what Gordo said about us, considering I've never heard of her.
"OOOH." Kelly's eyes wavered across the table. "You're like...really close huh?"
"Yep." I licked Gordo's sticky lips as I pushed the empty ice cream cup to the side.
"Can I ask you something?" Kelly lowered her almost finished cup of Rocky Road ice cream and looked directly into my eyes. "Gordo, I really like you and..."
Oh no... The trail off "and." I know that trail off "and". I USE that trail off "and."
I cleared Gordo's throat. "And?"
"I don't know. I just...I get along with you really well. We always end up seeing each other on these trips our parents make us go to and...I don't know what I'm trying to say."
REALLY? Because *I* know what you're trying to say!
~~
Oh, how I wish Lizzie had made ME a Top Ten Fool-Proof Lizzie List! I didn't know the first thing to being her.
I just did what I always did in the car with my own parents. I didn't talk. Apparently, either Lizzie's a chatterbox or Mrs. McGuire is just nosy because soon she asked, "Are you okay sweetie. You're quiet."
"Uh. Yeah Mom. I...just...um, have a headache."
She nodded. "Ohh. You need some headache medicine. I have some." She began to dig through her purse as she drove.
"NO! No. I'm okay. Just, um...I'm okay. Tired. Just tired."
She sighed. "I knew Gordo shouldn't have spent the night. You never get any sleep when your friends spend the night. And what was with the clothes he wore this morning? I didn't even know he could fit in your clothes."
I turned red. "Yeah. It was my idea. I shouldn't have done that. It was mean. Gordo doesn't REALLY dress like that. He practically went to the bathroom kicking and screaming when I made him wear it." I smiled a small, satisfied smile at redeeming my own character just a tad.
"Well, honey, why did you make him wear your clothes? Isn't that kind of strange?" she said, a small confused smile on her lips. "I mean, why not just get your pajamas from home?"
"It was late!" I stated.
"Honey, calm down. It's okay. I was just wondering why Gordo was in your clothes this morning."
"Because I made him sleep in them. I shouldn't have done that."
Mrs. McGuire just smiled at me as we reached the mall.
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"So you like me more than a friend?" I asked, perhaps rather forward for Gordo but I had no problem since I really WASN'T Gordo.
Kelly's face turned red. "NO! Yeah...NO! I don't know." She pushed her ice cream away. "Do you like me that way?"
I think so...I'm not actually sure. He seems to like her.
"Well...I...can't, I'm not...I...you're a great girl," I stammered.
She smiled. "Thanks, David." She sighed. "ANYWAY, back to the speaker I guess."
OH NO. Did I screw up as Gordo? Did he just miss his chance to have a girlfriend...or something? I let out a breath and pushed my seat back. I can't wait to get back to my own life.
~~
I followed Mrs. McGuire around as she tried on different shoes and clothes. She repeatedly asked my opinion of which I gave as truthfully as I could. Some of it was really bad choices!
"I miss this, sweetheart. This hanging out," she told me after buying some shoes. She placed her arm around my shoulder.
"I miss it...too...," I replied in a small voice.
"You didn't pick out anything yet. Come on. I'll get you something."
I really didn't want to have to face another girlie store again. My head was really starting to hurt this time and all I wanted to do was be at home...preferably in my own body.
"OH! I KNOW! Let's buy you a new bra!"
My mouth dropped and I looked around. What is it about a parent's voice that sounds like a MEGAPHONE when they say personal stuff?
"No," I hissed, blushing.
"You need a new one. Come on."
I clenched my teeth. "I really, really don't think so."
She sighed. "Fine. If you insist on getting one yourself-"
"Jeans!"
"What?"
"Let's get jeans or something. Uh, yeah!" I yanked her arm in the direction of Old Navy, praying there were no bras to be seen.
Once in there, I had no idea what I was doing. There were 5,561 types of jeans for girls, it seemed.
"Which ones should I get?" I asked myself.
"The ones on sale," Mrs. McGuire replied from behind, holding up a pair of jeans with striped patterns on them.
I gave a small smile. "I'll go try them on."
In the dressing room, I slid on the new jeans, trying to pull them higher, like...somewhere near Lizzie's belly, but they stayed right on the hips. I looked at the tag. "Lowriders." How can anyone wear these? But...they looked pretty good (I must say) so I let Mrs. McGuire buy them for Lizzie. I'll wear them at school and-wait! What the heck am I saying??!! I plan on being back in my own body by then!