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===Voices Carry===
Lizzie was pacing her room frantically, head bowed, hair swaying in a golden curtain. Gordo breezed into the room and plopped himself on the bed to watch her. "What're you thinking about?" he said casually, as if this was no big deal, and she was worrying about her outfits for the week.
Lizzie stopped dead and gave him one of those instant-death looks. "Are you kidding me?"
"Lizzie, just relax, okay? It's probably not as bad as we think." While Gordo was afraid that it *was* as bad as they thought, he felt that he had to protect Lizzie. That was the thing about Lizzie -- she was eternally caring, about everyone, but she was just so naive sometimes. Gordo often felt like he had to protect her from the harsher truths of the world, which was easier said than done. But it was worth it, because it was her innocence that made her so special.
"What if it is that bad? What are we supposed to do?"
He shrugged. "I have no idea."
"God, could someone really be hurting Miranda?"
"We're jumping to conclusions," Gordo said. "Maybe it's just PMS or something."
"You of all people don't get to talk about PMS."
He had to laugh at that. "Fair enough. Listen, I'm gonna go now, okay? I'll call you tonight. And stop thinking about this, you're gonna drive yourself crazy."
She nodded, and sat down where he had just vacated. She didn't notice when he left the room, closing the door behind him, but looking out of her window saw him walking down the street. He glanced back at the house, saw Lizzie looking at him, smiled and waved. Lizzie waved back tentatively. Gordo was trying to protect her again, she knew. He was always like that, looking out for her, trying to save her from bad things, trying to see that she got through them...
It was really sweet of him, really, but she wasn't a little girl, and she didn't need David Gordon to hold her hand and lead her through everything. She could handle anything that was thrown at her, and she could handle this.
But if someone was hurting Miranda...
Well, she'd be lying if she said the thought didn't terrify her. Miranda was her best friend, and a good person, and didn't deserve that.
===Voices Carry===
Lizzie was pacing her room frantically, head bowed, hair swaying in a golden curtain. Gordo breezed into the room and plopped himself on the bed to watch her. "What're you thinking about?" he said casually, as if this was no big deal, and she was worrying about her outfits for the week.
Lizzie stopped dead and gave him one of those instant-death looks. "Are you kidding me?"
"Lizzie, just relax, okay? It's probably not as bad as we think." While Gordo was afraid that it *was* as bad as they thought, he felt that he had to protect Lizzie. That was the thing about Lizzie -- she was eternally caring, about everyone, but she was just so naive sometimes. Gordo often felt like he had to protect her from the harsher truths of the world, which was easier said than done. But it was worth it, because it was her innocence that made her so special.
"What if it is that bad? What are we supposed to do?"
He shrugged. "I have no idea."
"God, could someone really be hurting Miranda?"
"We're jumping to conclusions," Gordo said. "Maybe it's just PMS or something."
"You of all people don't get to talk about PMS."
He had to laugh at that. "Fair enough. Listen, I'm gonna go now, okay? I'll call you tonight. And stop thinking about this, you're gonna drive yourself crazy."
She nodded, and sat down where he had just vacated. She didn't notice when he left the room, closing the door behind him, but looking out of her window saw him walking down the street. He glanced back at the house, saw Lizzie looking at him, smiled and waved. Lizzie waved back tentatively. Gordo was trying to protect her again, she knew. He was always like that, looking out for her, trying to save her from bad things, trying to see that she got through them...
It was really sweet of him, really, but she wasn't a little girl, and she didn't need David Gordon to hold her hand and lead her through everything. She could handle anything that was thrown at her, and she could handle this.
But if someone was hurting Miranda...
Well, she'd be lying if she said the thought didn't terrify her. Miranda was her best friend, and a good person, and didn't deserve that.
