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Too tight… can't breath…
YAY! Does anyone here like oldies? The songs, I mean. I love them too much. My mom complains that I never turn off my stereo and stuff like that. Hmm… oh… *laughs* I think they're soooo romantic, and sweet, and just great sounding without that extra rap and stuff. No offence to anyone out there, but the whole rap thing just doesn't do it for me, ya know?
OLDIES! 50s, 60s, and 70s rock. Groovy! Stellar!
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a hopeless romanticist. I'm obsessed. My friends would tell you otherwise, but they don't know about my fanfiction life! *twitch* don't tell them! Please! *hehehe*
Just kidding – I love my friends! Moe, Jen, Eric, Justine, Eunice… you guys rock! If you're even reading this… if not…
For the readers, I'm sorry if I'm scaring you. At least you just read my writing. I'm scarier in real life. *snorts and rolls eyes* I sicken myself.
Oh, by the way, GO HURRICANES! Softball is da bomb! :) Exploding. In mid air.
Oh, and other teams, out of our way! A Hurricane is coming! Say goodbye!
Oh, sorry… I'm boring u…
*blinks*
So back to the story…
* Chapter four – Miranda's POV *
I couldn't help it. I kept smiling.
My two best friends had a major crush on one another, and were oblivious that the other person knew it! It was so cute. It reminded me of one of those hopeless, sappy, love-filled movies where you just want the two people to get together…
You know what I mean, right? I'm not just talking to air? Good!
Well, I have two words for you: Matchmaker Miranda. Oh, I was going to get Lizzie and Gordo together… somehow…
I threw some more raw popcorn kernels into my mouth and crunched down. Hard. I grinned at Lizzie as she scrunched up her face in disgust.
"Miranda! You know I hate that!" Lizzie cried, shoving her hand into the bowl we had poured the popcorn in. She flicked a strand of blond hair out her face and raised her eyebrows at me.
"I know. That's why I do it." I murmured grinning, barely above a whisper. Lizzie stopped digging for popcorn and leaned forward to hear me. At the same time, Gordo's hand brushed Lizzie's in the bowl. He immediately pulled back and flushed red. Lizzie blushed slightly, and shivered, despite the warm room. I smiled inwardly, marveling at my genius plan. Oh, I'm good. And it was just going to get better. This was going to be easier than I thought.
Man, they had it bad. They had it real bad.
I decided to try a subtle approach. I was going to do anything to get them to admit their feelings for each other. And if I wasn't there…
This sappy movie is gonna be finished by Miranda Sanchez! No doubt about that!
I looked at my two flushed friends. I casually tightened my loosening ponytail.
"I'll be right back. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" I announced, laughing. I thought it was a good statement. Don't you think so?
Lizzie rolled her eyes and flicked me on the shoulder exasperatedly.
"Shoo fly, don't bother me." Lizzie said. I smiled and pulled out my ponytail. Holding the ponytail holder between my teeth, I fashioned a new ponytail and wrapped the holder twice around my thick, dark hair. Lizzie watched me.
"Aren't you going?" Lizzie asked, putting a hand on her hip. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"You want me to go?" I asked, pretending to look hurt. When Lizzie opened her mouth, I waved a hand, "don't worry about it."
I grinned at her and walked to the bathroom, only to come around and stand near the wall, watching Gordo and Lizzie from around the corner.
Oh, I know, I'm a total eavesdropper. But, it didn't really count, because these are my favorite, best friends we're talking about, not someone like, oh, Kate and Ethan. I grinned. That would be funny to listen to.
I mean, Ethan's totally hot, but he has no brains. He was about as interesting to talk to as wallpaper. Or at least I've been told. I could never get more then a few sentences out of him. But hey, he's hot! Who needs smarts?
Wait, did I just say that?
And Kate's brain is dedicated to make Gordo's, Lizzie's, and my life miserable. Oh, and shop. Yeah, that's about it.
I focused my attention back on Lizzie and Gordo. As I watched, I became more and more exasperated. I just listened, sighing softly behind the corner of the wall.
"So, um… great popcorn!" Gordo said, looking at his hands and pretending to study them. Lizzie fingered a piece of fluffy popcorn and nodded, slightly blushing.
"Yeah, it's really good," Lizzie plopped a piece in her mouth. I rolled my eyes and ducked behind the wall as Gordo looked towards the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he scooted his chair closer to Lizzie. My mouth twitched and I almost smiled. Lizzie stopped chewing her popcorn and swallowed, smiling at Gordo. He gave her a sidelong grin.
"So, um, Lizzie…" he began, glancing towards the bathroom and me again. He didn't seem to want to look at her. Or maybe he was afraid I would overhear. Too late, old buddy old pal.
Lizzie bit her lip and looked at him. He nervously twitched in his seat.
"Yeah Gordo?" Lizzie asked.
"Maybe, we, uh, could…um –,"
Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise and a thump of steps as the garage opened. The rest of the McGuire's were home.
"Lizzie! We're home!"
Groaning inwardly, I saw Gordo jump and avoid Lizzie's gaze. He resumed eating his popcorn as Matt, Jo, and Sam McGuire walked into the kitchen. Holding the keys, Jo waved at Gordo and set the keys on the hook. Before Lizzie or Gordo could see me, I rushed into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, for good effect. I felt like hitting myself.
I should've known. Lizzie's family was the perfect kin to spoil special 'moments'. When I got into the kitchen, Jo gave me a smile.
"Hi Miranda! Nice to see you!"
"Ditto, Mrs. McGuire!" I smiled and walked up to Lizzie. She was staring at the popcorn bowl, obviously deep in thought. I patted her shoulder.
"Boy troubles?" I whispered. Lizzie nodded.
"Yeah, I totally don't know what to do about Ethan! He's been looking so cute lately!"
I let that go. Whatever. If she wanted to play innocent, that's okay with me. I just nodded knowingly at her.
"Yeah. Totally."
I looked over at Gordo. He was talking with Matt and Sam, totally involved in the conversation. Or so I thought. When I saw him sneak glances at Lizzie, I thought otherwise.
"Hey Mr. McGuire. Hi Matt." Gordo said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked over at Lizzie.
"Hi Gordo," Matt said, grinning, "so what were you doing here? Alone? With two girls?"
Gordo raised an eyebrow and laughed at him and looked over at Lizzie, "we talked and ate popcorn." Matt looked disappointed and shook his head.
"So you had an boring time. Remind me never to be best friends with two girls. Especially two ditsy girls."
At that moment, Lizzie came up behind him and whacked the back of his head with a pillow. Sam sent Jo a 'let's do something' look, but Jo laughed and gave Lizzie a thumbs up. Matt looked at his mom in horror.
"You take her side? Traitor! Traitor! My own mother is a traitor!" Matt screamed and ran upstairs into his bedroom, slamming the door. Everybody looked around at each other in confusion. I just shrugged.
"Guys are weird." I said, explaining the whole truth in a single sentence. Gordo and Sam looked a little reproachful.
"Hey!" They said, and everyone laughed, including themselves.
