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~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Three: Breakfast ~*~
They both woke up a few hours later, when sunlight was streaming brightly through the open window in the next room, flooding Gordo's bedroom like an unwelcome visitor. Gordo was surprised to see that neither of them had moved at all while asleep; Lizzie was still snuggled safely against him, his arms still holding her tightly. This was nice.
"Oh, God, what time is it?" Lizzie groaned, stretching and blinking. Her muscles went taut and then slack against him, and Gordo realized he should probably get up. A bit reluctantly, he let her go.
"Why? You gotta work today?" he asked.
"Mm. No. I was just wondering."
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his nose caught a whiff of something. He sniffed cautiously. "Liz? Do you smell..."
"Bacon?" Lizzie finished his thought. "Yeah, I do."
They cast a confused, worried look at each other, and Gordo padded into his kitchen, Lizzie at his heels.
Miranda was standing over the stove, watching as strips of bacon sizzled, humming to herself. "What the hell are you doing here, Miranda?" Gordo asked.
She turned and smiled at the both of them. "I'm making breakfast."
"I can see that. How'd you get in?"
"Spare key at the top of the doorframe," she answered, turning back to the bacon with an amused smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Imagine my surprise when I looked in your room and saw you and Lizzie in a *very* compromising position. Speaking of which, morning, Lizzie."
"G'morning," Lizzie said automatically, looking distracted.
Gordo glanced back and forth between his best friends for a second before throwing in, "You know, Miranda, it wasn't what it looked like."
"Of course not," Miranda agreed, but in that tone of voice that suggested she was only humoring him.
"You're never going to believe what I found when I got home from work last night," Lizzie said. "Melissa making out on my couch."
"You get home most nights to Melissa making out on your couch," Miranda said offhandedly.
"Yeah, but this time it was with *Corey*. The little whore was getting hot and heavy with my ex! And the way she talked, this wasn't the first time. I think I found out who he was cheating on me with."
"Oh, like you really care what trash that guy flaunts around with," Miranda said. "You dumped his ass a month ago."
"But under my own nose!" Lizzie said indignantly.
Miranda turned off the stove and transferring the bacon to a platter, which she set in front of the two and joined them at the island. "Liz, the way you talk, you're not really over Corey."
"Oh, puh-lease. That guy was total scum and I never should've dated him," Lizzie answered, stuffing a bacon strip in her mouth.
"Then why the anger?" Gordo said.
"'Cause I don't like being lied to," she said through a mouth of pork.
"So you sought solace...in Gordo's bed?" Miranda asked slowly.
"C'mon, Miranda, like you haven't spent the night here plenty of times," Gordo pointed out.
"On your couch!"
"I've let you have the bed!"
"You didn't share it with me," Miranda said with a leering smile, having reached her point.
"I didn't want him to have the couch," Lizzie said. "It was bad enough showing up at his door in the middle of the night."
"Lizzie, you were *in his arms*."
Lizzie blushed slightly. "Could we not talk about me as if I'm not in the room?" Gordo said irritably. "I was just giving her a hug, Miranda, chill. She's been through a lot. It's no big deal."
Miranda rolled her eyes skyward and smiled innocently. "If you say so."
Lizzie groaned. "I'm going to have to find a new place to live," she said.
"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic?" Gordo said.
She looked at him accusingly. "Hello? Five seconds ago, you were just saying that I've been through a lot. A little sympathy, here?"
"I'd say he gave you plenty last night," Miranda said into her coffee mug.
Her two best friends turned to glare at her. "Shut up, Miranda," they chorused, but instead of getting mad, she only laughed.
"You can stay here for a little bit," Gordo offered after a moment's silence. "Provided you pay half groceries and rent."
"Yeah, not a prob," she said, getting up and dumping her empty plate in the sink. "Thanks, Gordo."
"No sweat."
Miranda clapped her hands together. "Great. Apartment-hunting means new outfit means mall. Let's go."
They stared at her blankly. "Um, we're not showered or dressed or anything," Lizzie said.
"And you have to wash the dishes," Gordo added, as they left the room.
Miranda groaned at the pile of greasy plates. "Must I do *everything*?" she groaned.
~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Three: Breakfast ~*~
They both woke up a few hours later, when sunlight was streaming brightly through the open window in the next room, flooding Gordo's bedroom like an unwelcome visitor. Gordo was surprised to see that neither of them had moved at all while asleep; Lizzie was still snuggled safely against him, his arms still holding her tightly. This was nice.
"Oh, God, what time is it?" Lizzie groaned, stretching and blinking. Her muscles went taut and then slack against him, and Gordo realized he should probably get up. A bit reluctantly, he let her go.
"Why? You gotta work today?" he asked.
"Mm. No. I was just wondering."
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his nose caught a whiff of something. He sniffed cautiously. "Liz? Do you smell..."
"Bacon?" Lizzie finished his thought. "Yeah, I do."
They cast a confused, worried look at each other, and Gordo padded into his kitchen, Lizzie at his heels.
Miranda was standing over the stove, watching as strips of bacon sizzled, humming to herself. "What the hell are you doing here, Miranda?" Gordo asked.
She turned and smiled at the both of them. "I'm making breakfast."
"I can see that. How'd you get in?"
"Spare key at the top of the doorframe," she answered, turning back to the bacon with an amused smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Imagine my surprise when I looked in your room and saw you and Lizzie in a *very* compromising position. Speaking of which, morning, Lizzie."
"G'morning," Lizzie said automatically, looking distracted.
Gordo glanced back and forth between his best friends for a second before throwing in, "You know, Miranda, it wasn't what it looked like."
"Of course not," Miranda agreed, but in that tone of voice that suggested she was only humoring him.
"You're never going to believe what I found when I got home from work last night," Lizzie said. "Melissa making out on my couch."
"You get home most nights to Melissa making out on your couch," Miranda said offhandedly.
"Yeah, but this time it was with *Corey*. The little whore was getting hot and heavy with my ex! And the way she talked, this wasn't the first time. I think I found out who he was cheating on me with."
"Oh, like you really care what trash that guy flaunts around with," Miranda said. "You dumped his ass a month ago."
"But under my own nose!" Lizzie said indignantly.
Miranda turned off the stove and transferring the bacon to a platter, which she set in front of the two and joined them at the island. "Liz, the way you talk, you're not really over Corey."
"Oh, puh-lease. That guy was total scum and I never should've dated him," Lizzie answered, stuffing a bacon strip in her mouth.
"Then why the anger?" Gordo said.
"'Cause I don't like being lied to," she said through a mouth of pork.
"So you sought solace...in Gordo's bed?" Miranda asked slowly.
"C'mon, Miranda, like you haven't spent the night here plenty of times," Gordo pointed out.
"On your couch!"
"I've let you have the bed!"
"You didn't share it with me," Miranda said with a leering smile, having reached her point.
"I didn't want him to have the couch," Lizzie said. "It was bad enough showing up at his door in the middle of the night."
"Lizzie, you were *in his arms*."
Lizzie blushed slightly. "Could we not talk about me as if I'm not in the room?" Gordo said irritably. "I was just giving her a hug, Miranda, chill. She's been through a lot. It's no big deal."
Miranda rolled her eyes skyward and smiled innocently. "If you say so."
Lizzie groaned. "I'm going to have to find a new place to live," she said.
"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic?" Gordo said.
She looked at him accusingly. "Hello? Five seconds ago, you were just saying that I've been through a lot. A little sympathy, here?"
"I'd say he gave you plenty last night," Miranda said into her coffee mug.
Her two best friends turned to glare at her. "Shut up, Miranda," they chorused, but instead of getting mad, she only laughed.
"You can stay here for a little bit," Gordo offered after a moment's silence. "Provided you pay half groceries and rent."
"Yeah, not a prob," she said, getting up and dumping her empty plate in the sink. "Thanks, Gordo."
"No sweat."
Miranda clapped her hands together. "Great. Apartment-hunting means new outfit means mall. Let's go."
They stared at her blankly. "Um, we're not showered or dressed or anything," Lizzie said.
"And you have to wash the dishes," Gordo added, as they left the room.
Miranda groaned at the pile of greasy plates. "Must I do *everything*?" she groaned.