Chapter 14: A Day Away

A/N: Wow, I didn't even think this was *that* good of a story, but people seem to like it!! Well, now I present to you, Chapter 14! Love me for it, I may not update again until... September. Lol. That's like, a day or something. But, really, I might not update for a while. School, soccer, life...

Hey, I just found something I'm good at! I have really great ideas for music videos on the Metamorphosis CD. If anyone wants to hear my ideas, just e-mail me at s_mittal12@yahoo.com with one of these songs (I haven't thought of more yet.)

1. So Yesterday

2. Come Clean (This one's cool!)

3. Where Did I Go Right?

4. Anywhere But Here (This one's in the works, still getting ideas)

5. Love Just Is

6. Metamorphosis

7. Working It Out

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Lizzie POV

God, Gordo was confusing me. One second he was all happy and supportive about, well, everything, and the next minute he turned on me! I felt like our friendship was tearing apart.

And as if I didn't have *enough* pressure on me, the performance was tomorrow. Yes, just one day. And not with Ethan, with Gordo.

Why was it that everything that could possibly occupy my mind included the word 'Gordo' in it? Gordo this, Gordo that. What I really needed to be thinking about was where was my dress? Mr Dig had ordered it, but it didn't arrive. It was weird practicing at dress rehearsal with Gordo in his tights (A/N: Funny sight. Gordo in tights!!) and me, in my plain jeans and t- shirt.

Speaking of rehearsal...

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"Oh, gosh, We're going to be so late!" I said, running toward our school for our after-school dress rehearsal.

"Speaking of food..." Gordo started.

"We weren't speaking about food!" I exclaimed, dashing down Elk Street.

He groaned. "Well, since now we're on the subject, can we stop to get Curly Fries? I'm starving!"

I scoffed.

I opened the door and we both ran to the auditorium. "Miss McGuire, Mr. Gordon, thank you for coming, but practice started at 5, not 6." Mr. Dig frowned.

I caught my breath. "Sorry." I said, wanting to collapse into one of the chairs in the back row.

"Okay, now that *everyone's* here," Mr. Dig said, eying us. "we can start practice. Scene 3!"

"S-scene 3?" I sputtered. "Wha-what about scene one first?" I added meekly. "Oh, Miss McGuire, stop being so immature."

Animated Lizzie: IMMATURE! I'd like to see you kiss your best friend on stage!

I took a deep breath. This was not fun anymore. Scene three was the scene that we *hadn't* practice a million times. In fact, we had only practiced it once, and that was when I had seen Gordo and Kate making out that one day. So therefore, I had a right to be freaked out.

"Oh, yeah, and your dress hasn't arrived yet." Mr. Dig said. "You don't need any makeup or wardrobe at the moment."

I sighed. Oh, well. That gave me extra time to practice my lines for scene three. I flinched as soon I saw the first words on the page.

SCENE THREE:

(Romeo and Juliet kissing.)

I shuddered. Gordo and me, kissing? Ewww. I sighed. At least I only had to do this about four or five times, then it would be over.

Then a terrible thought stuck my mind.

What if the new York Times gets a picture of me and Gordo kissing and puts it on the front cover? What if they show the *whole* play on TV? I'd just die. Ethan would probably dump me, and... I wracked my head for other thoughts. Pleasant thoughts.

"Juliet!" I heard Gordo's voice calling. "Get up here."

I turned around and saw Gordo onstage in his little purple tights and smirked. "You look like a ballet dancer." I chortled.

He frowned and crossed his arms. "If Shakespeare knew how stupid tights were gonna be in the 21st century, then he wouldn't have put them in his play!" He complained.

I giggled and got onto stage, all my nervousness gone because of Gordo in his ridiculous tights.

"Places, everyone!" Mr. Dig said.

Animated Lizzie: Here goes nothing.

The script said that they were 'romantically intertwined', which in my case meant that they were making out big time. Making out with Gordo? Ha. I must have done something in a past life to deserve this.

And suddenly, when I was leaning over to start making out (or in their case, being 'romantically intertwined') with Gordo, the fire sprinklers came on. I gasped. Mr. Dig looked at the ceiling and mumbled some curse words. "EVERYONE OUTSIDE!" He yelled.

We all herded outside, and sighed a breath of relief. 'Thank you.' I whispered to God.

We never *did* find out who turned on those sprinklers, but I had a hunch...

Gordo.

A/N: Why does she think it's Gordo? I dunno. I just wanted to add that so it seemed like Gordo was helping Lizzie. Like, he knew she didn't want to kiss him, so he deliberately set the sprinklers on a timer, even though he was dying to get that kiss. He is so sweet! ^_^