Thanks for the reviews, everyone, and keep on reviewing! Sorry to keep you
waiting so long for the fifth chapter, but I've really been busy and school
started for me on Monday. I'll try to get chapter six up as soon as
possible, hopefully by next weekend. I really love this story so I want to
see what I can do with it. I still don't own anything :( but I'm in the
process of trying to buy off Lizzie McGuire rights from Disney... no, I'm
not. I'm only fourteen. But I can dream, can't I? Hmm.. well, here ya go!!
Chapter Five
I woke up the following morning with a stiff neck and my leg was still asleep. Ugh. Sure, many Friday nights had been spent sitting on this couch for hours on end with Gordo and Miranda watching movie marathons and MTV, but that was different. This was.... uncomfortable. I was going to get Matt, but I just didn't know how.
It was already ten thirty, which was surprising since I usually sleep at least until noon. I got up from the couch and went upstairs to my bedroom to get dressed, but halfway there I remembered that it was flooded and I would probably have to dress in the bathroom. I went into the laundry room in the basement to see what I could find to wear. Fortunately, a pair of jeans and a tank top were waiting for me in the dryer. Mom must have been up already. She can never resist a hamper full of clothes.
I went into the bathroom and put on the clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed make up.... and fast! Then I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and tucked it inside a pink baseball cap. When I was finished getting ready, I decided to walk down to Miranda's house a few doors down to see what she was doing. I knew Gordo would still be sleeping, so there was no use in waking him up. Sooner or later I knew he would show up at Miranda's looking for us.
Miranda's mom answered the door. "Oh, hi, Lizzie," she said with a smile, letting me into her house. "Where's Gordo?" She looked at her watch and nodded. "Oooh. I can expect him here around two or so, right?"
I laughed and ran upstairs to Miranda's room. Gordo always has been a notoriously late sleeper.
"Hey, Lizzie!" Miranda greeted me when I knocked on the door. She was still in her orange leopard print pajamas and had been on her computer, instant messaging with someone. "Hey, I think Gordo wants to talk to you." She pointed in the direction of her red imac sitting on her very messy desk.
"He's up? Wow," I marveled as I sat down and signed on to my own screen name. Sure enough, Gordo's screename was prominent on my buddy list.
Shopaholic89: Gordo! Hey!
DirectorGordo71: What's up?
Shopaholic89: Nothing much.... why are you up so early?
DirectorGordo71: My mom's counseling the rock music obsessor in the basement.
Shopaholic89: Aaah... you don't need to say another word! When are you coming over?
DirectorGordo71: I can't. I promised my dad I would go fly fishing with him this afternoon, and then I've got to go to my aunt's for dinner.
Shopaholic89: Fly fishing? Gordo, since when does your father fly fish? Since when do you fly fish?
DirectorGordo71: He went to a parenting seminar last weekend when he found out his physciatric seminar was cancelled. Father son bonding headtrip.
Shopaholic89: Completely understand. Sorry we can't see you, though!
DirectorGordo71: Wish I could come over... Three hours in a rickety boat listening to my dad sing old showtunes and tell stories about his childhood summers working in his father's supermarket while getting bit by mosquitos... not exactly the kind of day I had in mind.
Shopaholic89: LOL. Poor thing. Why were there mosquitos in the supermarket?
DirectorGordo71: There weren't.
Shopaholic89: So why did you say that?
DirectorGordo71: I'm the one that's going to get bitten by mosquitos.
Shopaholic89: Oh, LOL. Well, sorry you can't come over!!
DirectorGordo71: Me too. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?
Shopaholic89: Ummm... nothing, why?
DirectorGordo71: Well, we haven't had an official first date yet, so...
Shopaholic89: OMG! That sounds great!!! What are we gonna do??
DirectorGordo71: I don't know.. you wanna go see a movie?
Shopaholic89: That is absolutely perfect! Can you come by around seven?
DirectorGordo71: Yeah. Hey, gotta go get dressed. Time to fly fish. They should call it mosquito fish.
Shopaholic89: Okay. Have fun with your dad! Bye.
DirectorGordo71: Okay. Bye.
DIRECTORGORDO71 HAS SIGNED OFF. SHOPAHOLIC89 HAS SIGNED OFF.
"First official date, huh?" Miranda asked, who had been looking over my shoulder as I typed. "How cute!"
"If there is one thing I ask from you," I began, "it is that you do not treat me like my parents do. My mom thinks it's sooo cute... she hasn't come out and say it yet, but... I know that's what she's thinking."
"What is with those dark circles under your eyes?" Miranda looked closer at my face. "You look like you slept about three hours last night."
"Yeah. Well, Matt and I were going to share the pull out sofa, but he got Kool-Aid all over me and all over it, so I had to sleep on the couch."
"That explains the hat. I thought you were just trying out a new look..."
"You think I'd wear a hat like this if I didn't have to?"
"You should sleep here tonight if your room's still flooded."
*Toon Lizzie: I am so there. Beats looking like a smurf.*
"Thank you, Miranda!" I exclaimed, hugging her and jumping up and down. "My parents have to say yes! This is going to be awesome!! Let me go call my mom."
I went over to Miranda's night stand and got her cordless phone out of the holder, sitting down on her bed. "Hey, Mom," I said when my mother answered the phone. "Can I stay over at Miranda's til my room is back to normal?"
"That would be fine, sweetie," Mom replied. "But you need to come over here to get your stuff, and I made a hair appointment for you in an hour."
"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I'll be over in a minute." I hung up the phone and turned to Miranda. "I've gotta go to the hair place and pack my stuff, but I'll be here before dinner." "We're going to have so much fun!" Miranda squealed. "We haven't had a real sleep over party in forever!"
Chapter Five
I woke up the following morning with a stiff neck and my leg was still asleep. Ugh. Sure, many Friday nights had been spent sitting on this couch for hours on end with Gordo and Miranda watching movie marathons and MTV, but that was different. This was.... uncomfortable. I was going to get Matt, but I just didn't know how.
It was already ten thirty, which was surprising since I usually sleep at least until noon. I got up from the couch and went upstairs to my bedroom to get dressed, but halfway there I remembered that it was flooded and I would probably have to dress in the bathroom. I went into the laundry room in the basement to see what I could find to wear. Fortunately, a pair of jeans and a tank top were waiting for me in the dryer. Mom must have been up already. She can never resist a hamper full of clothes.
I went into the bathroom and put on the clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed make up.... and fast! Then I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and tucked it inside a pink baseball cap. When I was finished getting ready, I decided to walk down to Miranda's house a few doors down to see what she was doing. I knew Gordo would still be sleeping, so there was no use in waking him up. Sooner or later I knew he would show up at Miranda's looking for us.
Miranda's mom answered the door. "Oh, hi, Lizzie," she said with a smile, letting me into her house. "Where's Gordo?" She looked at her watch and nodded. "Oooh. I can expect him here around two or so, right?"
I laughed and ran upstairs to Miranda's room. Gordo always has been a notoriously late sleeper.
"Hey, Lizzie!" Miranda greeted me when I knocked on the door. She was still in her orange leopard print pajamas and had been on her computer, instant messaging with someone. "Hey, I think Gordo wants to talk to you." She pointed in the direction of her red imac sitting on her very messy desk.
"He's up? Wow," I marveled as I sat down and signed on to my own screen name. Sure enough, Gordo's screename was prominent on my buddy list.
Shopaholic89: Gordo! Hey!
DirectorGordo71: What's up?
Shopaholic89: Nothing much.... why are you up so early?
DirectorGordo71: My mom's counseling the rock music obsessor in the basement.
Shopaholic89: Aaah... you don't need to say another word! When are you coming over?
DirectorGordo71: I can't. I promised my dad I would go fly fishing with him this afternoon, and then I've got to go to my aunt's for dinner.
Shopaholic89: Fly fishing? Gordo, since when does your father fly fish? Since when do you fly fish?
DirectorGordo71: He went to a parenting seminar last weekend when he found out his physciatric seminar was cancelled. Father son bonding headtrip.
Shopaholic89: Completely understand. Sorry we can't see you, though!
DirectorGordo71: Wish I could come over... Three hours in a rickety boat listening to my dad sing old showtunes and tell stories about his childhood summers working in his father's supermarket while getting bit by mosquitos... not exactly the kind of day I had in mind.
Shopaholic89: LOL. Poor thing. Why were there mosquitos in the supermarket?
DirectorGordo71: There weren't.
Shopaholic89: So why did you say that?
DirectorGordo71: I'm the one that's going to get bitten by mosquitos.
Shopaholic89: Oh, LOL. Well, sorry you can't come over!!
DirectorGordo71: Me too. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?
Shopaholic89: Ummm... nothing, why?
DirectorGordo71: Well, we haven't had an official first date yet, so...
Shopaholic89: OMG! That sounds great!!! What are we gonna do??
DirectorGordo71: I don't know.. you wanna go see a movie?
Shopaholic89: That is absolutely perfect! Can you come by around seven?
DirectorGordo71: Yeah. Hey, gotta go get dressed. Time to fly fish. They should call it mosquito fish.
Shopaholic89: Okay. Have fun with your dad! Bye.
DirectorGordo71: Okay. Bye.
DIRECTORGORDO71 HAS SIGNED OFF. SHOPAHOLIC89 HAS SIGNED OFF.
"First official date, huh?" Miranda asked, who had been looking over my shoulder as I typed. "How cute!"
"If there is one thing I ask from you," I began, "it is that you do not treat me like my parents do. My mom thinks it's sooo cute... she hasn't come out and say it yet, but... I know that's what she's thinking."
"What is with those dark circles under your eyes?" Miranda looked closer at my face. "You look like you slept about three hours last night."
"Yeah. Well, Matt and I were going to share the pull out sofa, but he got Kool-Aid all over me and all over it, so I had to sleep on the couch."
"That explains the hat. I thought you were just trying out a new look..."
"You think I'd wear a hat like this if I didn't have to?"
"You should sleep here tonight if your room's still flooded."
*Toon Lizzie: I am so there. Beats looking like a smurf.*
"Thank you, Miranda!" I exclaimed, hugging her and jumping up and down. "My parents have to say yes! This is going to be awesome!! Let me go call my mom."
I went over to Miranda's night stand and got her cordless phone out of the holder, sitting down on her bed. "Hey, Mom," I said when my mother answered the phone. "Can I stay over at Miranda's til my room is back to normal?"
"That would be fine, sweetie," Mom replied. "But you need to come over here to get your stuff, and I made a hair appointment for you in an hour."
"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I'll be over in a minute." I hung up the phone and turned to Miranda. "I've gotta go to the hair place and pack my stuff, but I'll be here before dinner." "We're going to have so much fun!" Miranda squealed. "We haven't had a real sleep over party in forever!"