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Miranda came into her bedroom wearing a gold dress. Gordo smiled at her from his seat in her computer chair. "It doesn't look like something you'd usually wear."
"Lizzie helped me pick it out," she stated, staring at herself in front of the full length mirror, concern crossed her face. "You don't think it looks good?"
"No, no, no, it looks good, it's just," he paused, trying to find the right word. "Different."
Miranda nodded. "But a good different?"
Gordo agreed as he picked up a notebook.
"You'll never believe who asked Lizzie to the dance," Miranda blurted out in a rush.
Gordo felt his throat tighten. "Who?"
"Ethan."
"Craft?" He was struggling to control his voice.
"Yup."
He tried to swallow the lump forming in his esophagus. "What did she say?"
"She's going to call him tonight. Kate is going to be furious when she finds out," Miranda nodded. "I'm going to go change again, and grab some drinks want something?"
He managed to nod, he couldn't believe this, Lizzie had said yes, to Ethan. Why didn't he say something to her? Why didn't he walk up and say, hey I've thought of nothing but you for the last week? He put his head in his hands and roughly rubbed at his face. "Stupid," he muttered angrily. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He was jerked back to attention when he heard the sound of shattering glass. He wrenched around to see Miranda in the doorway, staring at him, a shocked expression plastered on her face.
"Oh my god."
He got up out of the chair and began to pick up some of the shards of glass. "Miranda, are you okay?"
"Y-you, you like her! You like Lizzie!" she stated softly, staring blankly at him.
"What?" he asked, staring down at the glass, trying not to let her see his face.
Miranda breathed a laugh, trying to believe it herself. "You like Lizzie."
"N-no, I don't," he stuttered.
"Liar."
"I am not a liar," he stated indignantly.
"I can tell you like her, Gordo. I am your best friend, or did you forget that?"
"I don't like her!" he exclaimed, wondering how he honestly expected to convince his best friend when he couldn't even convince himself.
"Stupid!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you just ask her to the dance!? She would have said yes."
"You don't know that," he muttered, picking up the small trash can to put the glass pieces into.
"She wouldn't have said no," Miranda argued, not concerned with the shards.
"I don't want a pity date," he stated. "I want a girl to go out with me because she likes me, not because I asked her out."
"Hey, don't knock pity dates, what of kind of dates to you think you're going to get the rest of your life," she teased, trying to get a smile out of him.
Gordo stood up after picked up the pieces. "You're not funny, Miranda."
She sighed. "Did you even think of telling her how you feel?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to."
"Why not!?"
Gordo stared at her. "Don't you remember what you were just telling me? She already has a date."
"She hasn't even told him yes yet. Call her before she calls him!"
Gordo shook his head. "I'm not going to get my hopes up thinking she'll even be remotely interested."
"But Gordo-"
"No!" he interrupted sharply. "Not a word, Miranda. Don't tell her I like her. Don't try any kind of matchmaking scheme. Nothing."
"But-"
"I'm completely serious, Miranda. I don't want you to tell her, and because you're my best friend, this shouldn't be an issue for you. I can trust you with this."
Miranda's face fell in disappointment. "Gordo, I know she likes you."
"And if you were so sure she liked me, why were you excited about Ethan asking her to the dance?"
Miranda's face twisted up for a moment, she obviously didn't' have an answer. "Well, it makes sense that she likes you! She always asks about you, and, Gordo you've got to tell her!"
"No, Miranda. You don't know anything about her, and neither do I." He sat down in the chair, then turned away from her. He doubted he'd convinced her, because he hadn't convinced himself, because he did feel like he knew Lizzie, and that was what was hurting him so much.
Miranda came into her bedroom wearing a gold dress. Gordo smiled at her from his seat in her computer chair. "It doesn't look like something you'd usually wear."
"Lizzie helped me pick it out," she stated, staring at herself in front of the full length mirror, concern crossed her face. "You don't think it looks good?"
"No, no, no, it looks good, it's just," he paused, trying to find the right word. "Different."
Miranda nodded. "But a good different?"
Gordo agreed as he picked up a notebook.
"You'll never believe who asked Lizzie to the dance," Miranda blurted out in a rush.
Gordo felt his throat tighten. "Who?"
"Ethan."
"Craft?" He was struggling to control his voice.
"Yup."
He tried to swallow the lump forming in his esophagus. "What did she say?"
"She's going to call him tonight. Kate is going to be furious when she finds out," Miranda nodded. "I'm going to go change again, and grab some drinks want something?"
He managed to nod, he couldn't believe this, Lizzie had said yes, to Ethan. Why didn't he say something to her? Why didn't he walk up and say, hey I've thought of nothing but you for the last week? He put his head in his hands and roughly rubbed at his face. "Stupid," he muttered angrily. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He was jerked back to attention when he heard the sound of shattering glass. He wrenched around to see Miranda in the doorway, staring at him, a shocked expression plastered on her face.
"Oh my god."
He got up out of the chair and began to pick up some of the shards of glass. "Miranda, are you okay?"
"Y-you, you like her! You like Lizzie!" she stated softly, staring blankly at him.
"What?" he asked, staring down at the glass, trying not to let her see his face.
Miranda breathed a laugh, trying to believe it herself. "You like Lizzie."
"N-no, I don't," he stuttered.
"Liar."
"I am not a liar," he stated indignantly.
"I can tell you like her, Gordo. I am your best friend, or did you forget that?"
"I don't like her!" he exclaimed, wondering how he honestly expected to convince his best friend when he couldn't even convince himself.
"Stupid!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you just ask her to the dance!? She would have said yes."
"You don't know that," he muttered, picking up the small trash can to put the glass pieces into.
"She wouldn't have said no," Miranda argued, not concerned with the shards.
"I don't want a pity date," he stated. "I want a girl to go out with me because she likes me, not because I asked her out."
"Hey, don't knock pity dates, what of kind of dates to you think you're going to get the rest of your life," she teased, trying to get a smile out of him.
Gordo stood up after picked up the pieces. "You're not funny, Miranda."
She sighed. "Did you even think of telling her how you feel?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to."
"Why not!?"
Gordo stared at her. "Don't you remember what you were just telling me? She already has a date."
"She hasn't even told him yes yet. Call her before she calls him!"
Gordo shook his head. "I'm not going to get my hopes up thinking she'll even be remotely interested."
"But Gordo-"
"No!" he interrupted sharply. "Not a word, Miranda. Don't tell her I like her. Don't try any kind of matchmaking scheme. Nothing."
"But-"
"I'm completely serious, Miranda. I don't want you to tell her, and because you're my best friend, this shouldn't be an issue for you. I can trust you with this."
Miranda's face fell in disappointment. "Gordo, I know she likes you."
"And if you were so sure she liked me, why were you excited about Ethan asking her to the dance?"
Miranda's face twisted up for a moment, she obviously didn't' have an answer. "Well, it makes sense that she likes you! She always asks about you, and, Gordo you've got to tell her!"
"No, Miranda. You don't know anything about her, and neither do I." He sat down in the chair, then turned away from her. He doubted he'd convinced her, because he hadn't convinced himself, because he did feel like he knew Lizzie, and that was what was hurting him so much.