I opened the door to reveal Miranda standing there with a sad look on her
face. She didn't say anything and I really wasn't in the mood to talk to
her so I stood there staring at her. Of course, my mum had to choose that
exact moment to walk past the front door on her way to the living room.
"Miranda! Sweetie. Come on in; don't stand out there in the cold! Lizzie, let your friend in."
Friend. Right. That's what she is. Must remember that when Mum is around. I opened the door wider and flashed a fake smile at Miranda and she returned a weak one back. At least hers was partly real.
"Can we go up to your room?" she asked, darting a nervous look to my mum and back to me.
"Oh I don't know," I whispered coldly to her. "Anything you can say to me you can say in front of my mum."
"Please Lizzie, do you want to look like an idiot in front of your Mum too?"
Uh excuse me?! An idiot too?! What is she getting at?
"Fine!" I stomped my foot and then led the way up to my room, Miranda following rather reluctantly.
"Ok. Talk."
She sighed then sat down on my bed. I decided to stay standing, so that if I had to make a quick exit I could.
"Look Lizzie, I'll cut to the chase. All right, something is going on with Gordo, but it isn't my place to say. No, you weren't imagining us whispering. I was just telling him that he had to tell you what was going on, that you would notice his strange behaviour soon enough, without him moping around. He just.he won't tell you."
"Oh but he can tell you can he? I thought we were all best friends together here? I'm beginning to think that there's something more going on here. Like maybe you two are together and you're trying to hide it from me? That's what it looks like!"
Boy was I on a roll here. Well so I thought until I heard Miranda fall on the floor from laughing so hard. Wait a second. Laughing? This is no laughing matter!
"Me.and.Gordo?!" she gasped out between peals of laughter. "That's.absolutely.ridiculous! I have.aha. Never heard anything more disgusting in my life. No offence.to Gordo of course, he's a wonderful friend. But him and me? No way! Lizzie, you've lost it."
Now she's insulting me? What the hell is going on here?! I raised an eyebrow at her in question but she continued to roll around on my floor. I could feel my anger ebbing away in spite of myself. I don't think she'd be laughing this hard if it were true. Miranda can't lie that well. I sat down on the floor next to her and waited for her to calm down so that we could get things sorted out.
"Ahh.ok I'm over that now. But I wish Gordo could have seen it. Would have brought a smile to his face.Ok. Lizzie. First things first. I am not attracted to Gordo. Blech. He's like my brother and that would just be wrong with a capital "Ew No." and secondly, I am really sorry about what I said at the mall, I lied, I said nothing was wrong with Gordo. There is but I really can't say what it is, yes he told me, but not before I wormed it out of him. Trust me, he wasn't too keen on telling me either. He will tell you. All in due time. It's just harder for him to tell you because you guys are a lot closer than what him and me are. You understand?"
She looked at me carefully, as if expecting me to blow up. Which, in reality is what I really wanted to do, but she had told me all she could so I didn't really have a reason for biting her head off. Now Gordo on the other hand.
I sighed then smiled slightly at her. Then leant over and enveloped her in a hug.
"I'm so sorry Miranda. Now when I think about it, the whole "You and Gordo" thing is kind of stupid."
"Kind of?" came her muffled voice from against my shoulder. "More like outrageous."
"Ok, ok. Way to make me feel even worse."
"Told you you'd look like an idiot in front of your Mum if I told you what was going on downstairs."
"Yeah. Now you just look like an idiot in front of your brother." Came a familiar voice from my doorway. Simultaneously Miranda and I picked up a pillow from my bed and threw it at Matt. He ducked both of them and ran away laughing.
***
"So Lizzie. Decided what to wear to the dance yet?" Miranda asked as she inspected her nail polish.
Dance? What dance? Oh god. It seems like weeks ago that I found out about it. I had just about wiped it from my mind.
"Huh. The dance. I should do something about that shouldn't I?" I mumbled to Miranda.
"Uh yeah considering it's just about straight after school tomorrow!" she practically yelled in my ear.
"Ok, you shouldn't do that. If you continue to do that, I may never hear properly again."
She laughed then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She then stood up and walked over to my closet, which miraculously had all my clothes put back in the right place. Mum. I smiled and walked over to Miranda. She threw open the doors to my closet and started pawing through my clothes like her life depended on it. I turned back around and sat on my bed. It's best to just let Miranda go when she's being creative. I picked up a discarded magazine that was on my nightstand and flipped through it. I was just getting to the Celebrity Crushes (a/n. I don't know what sort of stuff they put in American teenage magazines so forgive me. I'm just going with it here!) page when Miranda frightened the hell out of me.
"Aha!" she yelled, which caused me to yell out in comparison and drop my magazine.
She was holding up a hot pink miniskirt and a tank top with the words "Hot Stuff" printed across the top and my favourite denim jacket (a/n Pullover in America?! I'm sorry I'm so ignorant) along with a chunky belt that I had bought at my favourite store a week before.
"And I think maybe you're chunky sneakers? Yeah?" she asked me, holding the clothes up against herself. I looked critically at the outfit then took the miniskirt from her and replaced it with my.
( a/n: Oh help! What sort of clothes does Lizzie wear? I haven't seen any episodes since April! And I've only seen the first season. Bear with me.)
.dark blue flared jeans with studs down the side. Miranda frowned at first, then I explained that it was cold weather. She laughed then tossed the outfit aside and decided and said that I needed something a little edgier anyway.
This time she re surfaced with a long sleeved top that had really flared sleeves, it was a shimmery light blue and my previously discarded chunky belt and my new jeans with all the pockets on them. They're like cargo pants but denim. I love them. Miranda said that this way, I was going "smart casual" whatever that means! I had a nice dressy top and casual pants. I don't know, she was saying something along those lines anyway.
Miranda checked her watch after she helped me pick out my outfit and said that she had to get home to help her Mum again. I swear, anyone would think her Mum can't do anything for herself! I saw her to the door then headed into the kitchen where my Mum was preparing tea. I sat at the counter and idly picked up a carrot stick and started munching on it. She looked at me and I could tell she was going to ask what was wrong. She always does. Even if I'm smiling!
"Are you ok Lizzie? Things didn't look too good when Miranda got here."
"I'm fine. Miranda's fine, and there's just one thing that isn't fine, but I intend to make it fine soon enough."
***
Meh.I'm a little tired and that chapter just waffled on for a bit didn't it? Probably a few more chapters to come? I hope everyone actually likes this story! Cos I'm spending heaps of time on it..Grrr.lol. Everyone liked my other story so I don't see why that won't like this one. Oh yeah my other story!!! "The Perfect Plan" it's a Hermione/Ron but not in the way that you would expect, so if you're a fan of that ship take a look at it, you might enjoy it.
Nesserz.
"Miranda! Sweetie. Come on in; don't stand out there in the cold! Lizzie, let your friend in."
Friend. Right. That's what she is. Must remember that when Mum is around. I opened the door wider and flashed a fake smile at Miranda and she returned a weak one back. At least hers was partly real.
"Can we go up to your room?" she asked, darting a nervous look to my mum and back to me.
"Oh I don't know," I whispered coldly to her. "Anything you can say to me you can say in front of my mum."
"Please Lizzie, do you want to look like an idiot in front of your Mum too?"
Uh excuse me?! An idiot too?! What is she getting at?
"Fine!" I stomped my foot and then led the way up to my room, Miranda following rather reluctantly.
"Ok. Talk."
She sighed then sat down on my bed. I decided to stay standing, so that if I had to make a quick exit I could.
"Look Lizzie, I'll cut to the chase. All right, something is going on with Gordo, but it isn't my place to say. No, you weren't imagining us whispering. I was just telling him that he had to tell you what was going on, that you would notice his strange behaviour soon enough, without him moping around. He just.he won't tell you."
"Oh but he can tell you can he? I thought we were all best friends together here? I'm beginning to think that there's something more going on here. Like maybe you two are together and you're trying to hide it from me? That's what it looks like!"
Boy was I on a roll here. Well so I thought until I heard Miranda fall on the floor from laughing so hard. Wait a second. Laughing? This is no laughing matter!
"Me.and.Gordo?!" she gasped out between peals of laughter. "That's.absolutely.ridiculous! I have.aha. Never heard anything more disgusting in my life. No offence.to Gordo of course, he's a wonderful friend. But him and me? No way! Lizzie, you've lost it."
Now she's insulting me? What the hell is going on here?! I raised an eyebrow at her in question but she continued to roll around on my floor. I could feel my anger ebbing away in spite of myself. I don't think she'd be laughing this hard if it were true. Miranda can't lie that well. I sat down on the floor next to her and waited for her to calm down so that we could get things sorted out.
"Ahh.ok I'm over that now. But I wish Gordo could have seen it. Would have brought a smile to his face.Ok. Lizzie. First things first. I am not attracted to Gordo. Blech. He's like my brother and that would just be wrong with a capital "Ew No." and secondly, I am really sorry about what I said at the mall, I lied, I said nothing was wrong with Gordo. There is but I really can't say what it is, yes he told me, but not before I wormed it out of him. Trust me, he wasn't too keen on telling me either. He will tell you. All in due time. It's just harder for him to tell you because you guys are a lot closer than what him and me are. You understand?"
She looked at me carefully, as if expecting me to blow up. Which, in reality is what I really wanted to do, but she had told me all she could so I didn't really have a reason for biting her head off. Now Gordo on the other hand.
I sighed then smiled slightly at her. Then leant over and enveloped her in a hug.
"I'm so sorry Miranda. Now when I think about it, the whole "You and Gordo" thing is kind of stupid."
"Kind of?" came her muffled voice from against my shoulder. "More like outrageous."
"Ok, ok. Way to make me feel even worse."
"Told you you'd look like an idiot in front of your Mum if I told you what was going on downstairs."
"Yeah. Now you just look like an idiot in front of your brother." Came a familiar voice from my doorway. Simultaneously Miranda and I picked up a pillow from my bed and threw it at Matt. He ducked both of them and ran away laughing.
***
"So Lizzie. Decided what to wear to the dance yet?" Miranda asked as she inspected her nail polish.
Dance? What dance? Oh god. It seems like weeks ago that I found out about it. I had just about wiped it from my mind.
"Huh. The dance. I should do something about that shouldn't I?" I mumbled to Miranda.
"Uh yeah considering it's just about straight after school tomorrow!" she practically yelled in my ear.
"Ok, you shouldn't do that. If you continue to do that, I may never hear properly again."
She laughed then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She then stood up and walked over to my closet, which miraculously had all my clothes put back in the right place. Mum. I smiled and walked over to Miranda. She threw open the doors to my closet and started pawing through my clothes like her life depended on it. I turned back around and sat on my bed. It's best to just let Miranda go when she's being creative. I picked up a discarded magazine that was on my nightstand and flipped through it. I was just getting to the Celebrity Crushes (a/n. I don't know what sort of stuff they put in American teenage magazines so forgive me. I'm just going with it here!) page when Miranda frightened the hell out of me.
"Aha!" she yelled, which caused me to yell out in comparison and drop my magazine.
She was holding up a hot pink miniskirt and a tank top with the words "Hot Stuff" printed across the top and my favourite denim jacket (a/n Pullover in America?! I'm sorry I'm so ignorant) along with a chunky belt that I had bought at my favourite store a week before.
"And I think maybe you're chunky sneakers? Yeah?" she asked me, holding the clothes up against herself. I looked critically at the outfit then took the miniskirt from her and replaced it with my.
( a/n: Oh help! What sort of clothes does Lizzie wear? I haven't seen any episodes since April! And I've only seen the first season. Bear with me.)
.dark blue flared jeans with studs down the side. Miranda frowned at first, then I explained that it was cold weather. She laughed then tossed the outfit aside and decided and said that I needed something a little edgier anyway.
This time she re surfaced with a long sleeved top that had really flared sleeves, it was a shimmery light blue and my previously discarded chunky belt and my new jeans with all the pockets on them. They're like cargo pants but denim. I love them. Miranda said that this way, I was going "smart casual" whatever that means! I had a nice dressy top and casual pants. I don't know, she was saying something along those lines anyway.
Miranda checked her watch after she helped me pick out my outfit and said that she had to get home to help her Mum again. I swear, anyone would think her Mum can't do anything for herself! I saw her to the door then headed into the kitchen where my Mum was preparing tea. I sat at the counter and idly picked up a carrot stick and started munching on it. She looked at me and I could tell she was going to ask what was wrong. She always does. Even if I'm smiling!
"Are you ok Lizzie? Things didn't look too good when Miranda got here."
"I'm fine. Miranda's fine, and there's just one thing that isn't fine, but I intend to make it fine soon enough."
***
Meh.I'm a little tired and that chapter just waffled on for a bit didn't it? Probably a few more chapters to come? I hope everyone actually likes this story! Cos I'm spending heaps of time on it..Grrr.lol. Everyone liked my other story so I don't see why that won't like this one. Oh yeah my other story!!! "The Perfect Plan" it's a Hermione/Ron but not in the way that you would expect, so if you're a fan of that ship take a look at it, you might enjoy it.
Nesserz.