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"I can't believe she hit Kate!" Miranda exclaimed, sitting down on the couch in her living room beside Gordo.
"Well, its about time somebody did," he stated, pulling a handful of chips out of the bowl on the table.
"Gordo!"
"What?" he asked, tilting his head back to prevent any chips from falling out. Miranda made a face and looked away as he chewed. "Kate's been too full of herself for way to long. Someone needed to knock her down, and I'm glad Lizzie did it."
Miranda nodded as she absentmindedly raked her hand through her hair. "Would you care if I invited her to come with us to the movie on Friday?"
"Sure," he nodded, taking another mouthful of chips.
"Gordo, that's disgusting," she sighed. He looked blankly at her and she shook her head. "Besides, it is my fault Lizzie got into that fight anyway."
"It's not your fault," he answered.
"She was defending me, Gordo!"
"She seems like the kind of girl who makes her own decisions," he answered.
Miranda stared at him for a few minutes, wonder why he had that bizarre tone in his voice. Taking it as just being part of Gordo, she leaned back into the couch. "Gordo?"
He mumbled an incoherent answer.
"Want to see if Lizzie wants to come to the movies with us on Friday?" she asked, tying her shoes. She waited for the reply, then glanced up at him, surprised to see the far away look on his face. "Gordo!" she called.
"Yeah," he called, shaking his head.
"What are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing," he mumbled incoherently.
"Liar," she answered, she crossed the room, picked up her notebook from school. "I have her number. Let's call her and ask."
She dialed the number then watched Gordo as she waited for someone to pick up. He still had that unusual look on his face.
"Hello?" a voice said on the other line.
"Hi, may I speak to Lizzie please?" Miranda asked, turning away from Gordo.
"One moment," the woman stated. Miranda listened to the muffled moving of the phone then heard Lizzie's voice. "Hello?"
"Hi, Lizzie, it's Miranda."
"Hey." The phone was covered as Lizzie's voice yelled, "I've got it, Mom!"
Miranda waited until she heard the click, then laughed. "Do you want to come to the movies with me and Gordo on Friday?"
Lizzie sighed. "I'm grounded. Sorry, maybe another time?"
"Yeah," Miranda agreed.
"Since I'm grounded, I'd better go," Lizzie replied. "Thanks for asking."
"No problem. Adios," Miranda stated, hanging up the phone. "She's grounded."
Disappointment briefly flashed across Gordo's face, then he smiled. "Looks, like it's just you and me, Sanchez."
"Joy," she laughed, she watched the autumn leaves fall outside, she suddenly remembered the Fall Ball dance at school. "Are you going to the dance?"
Gordo shrugged. "Probably."
"Are you going to ask anyone?" Miranda asked, flipping through her school notebooks.
"Haven't really thought about it," he answered, his face twisted into an odd expression.
"Ugh, Gordo," Miranda moaned, falling back onto the couch.
"What?" he asked.
She turned her head towards him. "You!"
"What about me?"
"You're completely nonchalant about everything!"
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "Get all giddy and excited about an overpriced, overrated dance?"
"No," she exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. "I want you to show compassion about something!"
"Sorry," he smiled devilishly.
"I give up," she declared, covering her head with a pillow.
"I can't believe she hit Kate!" Miranda exclaimed, sitting down on the couch in her living room beside Gordo.
"Well, its about time somebody did," he stated, pulling a handful of chips out of the bowl on the table.
"Gordo!"
"What?" he asked, tilting his head back to prevent any chips from falling out. Miranda made a face and looked away as he chewed. "Kate's been too full of herself for way to long. Someone needed to knock her down, and I'm glad Lizzie did it."
Miranda nodded as she absentmindedly raked her hand through her hair. "Would you care if I invited her to come with us to the movie on Friday?"
"Sure," he nodded, taking another mouthful of chips.
"Gordo, that's disgusting," she sighed. He looked blankly at her and she shook her head. "Besides, it is my fault Lizzie got into that fight anyway."
"It's not your fault," he answered.
"She was defending me, Gordo!"
"She seems like the kind of girl who makes her own decisions," he answered.
Miranda stared at him for a few minutes, wonder why he had that bizarre tone in his voice. Taking it as just being part of Gordo, she leaned back into the couch. "Gordo?"
He mumbled an incoherent answer.
"Want to see if Lizzie wants to come to the movies with us on Friday?" she asked, tying her shoes. She waited for the reply, then glanced up at him, surprised to see the far away look on his face. "Gordo!" she called.
"Yeah," he called, shaking his head.
"What are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing," he mumbled incoherently.
"Liar," she answered, she crossed the room, picked up her notebook from school. "I have her number. Let's call her and ask."
She dialed the number then watched Gordo as she waited for someone to pick up. He still had that unusual look on his face.
"Hello?" a voice said on the other line.
"Hi, may I speak to Lizzie please?" Miranda asked, turning away from Gordo.
"One moment," the woman stated. Miranda listened to the muffled moving of the phone then heard Lizzie's voice. "Hello?"
"Hi, Lizzie, it's Miranda."
"Hey." The phone was covered as Lizzie's voice yelled, "I've got it, Mom!"
Miranda waited until she heard the click, then laughed. "Do you want to come to the movies with me and Gordo on Friday?"
Lizzie sighed. "I'm grounded. Sorry, maybe another time?"
"Yeah," Miranda agreed.
"Since I'm grounded, I'd better go," Lizzie replied. "Thanks for asking."
"No problem. Adios," Miranda stated, hanging up the phone. "She's grounded."
Disappointment briefly flashed across Gordo's face, then he smiled. "Looks, like it's just you and me, Sanchez."
"Joy," she laughed, she watched the autumn leaves fall outside, she suddenly remembered the Fall Ball dance at school. "Are you going to the dance?"
Gordo shrugged. "Probably."
"Are you going to ask anyone?" Miranda asked, flipping through her school notebooks.
"Haven't really thought about it," he answered, his face twisted into an odd expression.
"Ugh, Gordo," Miranda moaned, falling back onto the couch.
"What?" he asked.
She turned her head towards him. "You!"
"What about me?"
"You're completely nonchalant about everything!"
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "Get all giddy and excited about an overpriced, overrated dance?"
"No," she exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. "I want you to show compassion about something!"
"Sorry," he smiled devilishly.
"I give up," she declared, covering her head with a pillow.