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Miranda stared blankly at her phone, for the past half hour she and Gordo had kept up a steady stream of conversation, carefully avoiding talking about last night and the events that took place.
She glanced around her room and tilted her head, then quickly typed in a request to Gordo asking him to meet her at the Digital Bean. She was surprised but pleased when he agreed.
Time passed quickly and Miranda was waiting at a table inside the popular hang out, waiting for her friend. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she was hoping on some insight to his behavior the previous night.
She was lost in thought when he pulled the chair up beside her and smiled. "Hey, what you thinking about?"
Startled, she shook her head quickly and stared at him. The haircut was definitely different, but, he seemed to have lost the sharp attitude he had last night. Sighing, she smiled. "Nothing."
He nodded as he slouched back in his seat.
"Gordo," she began, softly, wondering how she could keep her tone from sounding sharp or harsh. "What happened? Last night, I mean. Gordo that wasn't like you."
He sat up and leaned towards her. "And what is like me?" There wasn't an edge in his voice, he was asking a question.
Miranda frowned, trying to think. How do you explain someone's behavior to them?
"Well?" he asked, expectantly.
"Not drinking, and dancing like that with Kate Sanders."
"Well, what if I had wanted to dance with you like that?"
'Damn, he wasn't going to quit was he?' Miranda swore softy to herself. She had absolutely no clue how to answer this statement. "But you didn't want to dance with me."
"You didn't answer the question."
Miranda felt a pickle of irritation growing. "Gordo, it doesn't matter what would have happened, but nothing happened, you didn't want to dance with me like that."
"Why wouldn't I have?"
Did he have to do this? Why was he shooting questions at her like this? This wasn't like Gordo. Rolling her eyes, Miranda took a deep breath. "Because you're my best friend, and Gordo, I didn't even know you could dance!"
"Because I'm boring old Gordo right?"
"What?" she snapped.
"Nothing," he muttered, glancing over at the door.
Miranda didn't answer, his attention had been caught by someone else. Turning around in her seat, she moaned out loud when she realized he was watching Kate. The popular girl sauntered over to the table, and placed an arm around Gordo's neck.
"I didn't know you'd be here," she cooed. "Want to get something to something to get."
Miranda tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, glaring at the pair.
"Give me just a minute," he replied. Kate forced a smile as she glanced at Miranda then made her way over to a table."
"I can't believe you," Miranda snapped.
"What?" he answered.
"You're just going to ditch me for Kate? Thanks for being a friend, Gordo!"
"I didn't know you wanted to eat."
Miranda stood up from the table. "I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove, but I hope you get it out of your system before you seriously screw up some friendships," she snapped, grabbing her purse. Miranda walked quickly out the door, not caring that he called after her. She almost collided with Lizzie who was on her way inside the building.
"Woah," Lizzie laughed.
"Where are you going?" Miranda asked.
"Inside," Lizzie replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Don't."
"Why?"
"Gordo's in there," Miranda answered, simply.
"Well, good, maybe I can talk to him."
"He's with Kate," she stated.
A bizarre look crossed Lizzie's face and she pushed past Miranda and went inside anyway.
Miranda leaned back against the wall. If she was right, if her suspicion of the past month or so was correct, Lizzie was going to need her in a few moments.
The next minutes were slow, Miranda half expected Lizzie to burst out of the door screaming, but she didn't. When she emerged again, she was biting her bottom lip and staring up at the sky, blinking profusely.
Miranda said nothing but held her arms out. Lizzie fell into the hug, clutching her best friend for support as she cried silently.
"How long have you liked him?" Miranda asked.
"I don't know," Lizzie replied, wiping her eyes. "Just now, that I can't have him."
"Who said you can't have him?"
Lizzie let out a laugh. "He did."
"What?!" Miranda exclaimed. "Just now! Are you serious?"
Lizzie let out a small weak laugh and shook her head. "No, Miranda. Kate is the exact opposite of me, and if that's what he's into now, then I don't stand a chance."
"But, you've known Gordo for his whole life!" Miranda protested. "Kate's just a passing thing."
Lizzie shook her head as she wiped at her tear stained hazel eyes. "With the old Gordo, maybe, but how he is now," her voiced choked up. "We've lost him."
Miranda stared blankly at her phone, for the past half hour she and Gordo had kept up a steady stream of conversation, carefully avoiding talking about last night and the events that took place.
She glanced around her room and tilted her head, then quickly typed in a request to Gordo asking him to meet her at the Digital Bean. She was surprised but pleased when he agreed.
Time passed quickly and Miranda was waiting at a table inside the popular hang out, waiting for her friend. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she was hoping on some insight to his behavior the previous night.
She was lost in thought when he pulled the chair up beside her and smiled. "Hey, what you thinking about?"
Startled, she shook her head quickly and stared at him. The haircut was definitely different, but, he seemed to have lost the sharp attitude he had last night. Sighing, she smiled. "Nothing."
He nodded as he slouched back in his seat.
"Gordo," she began, softly, wondering how she could keep her tone from sounding sharp or harsh. "What happened? Last night, I mean. Gordo that wasn't like you."
He sat up and leaned towards her. "And what is like me?" There wasn't an edge in his voice, he was asking a question.
Miranda frowned, trying to think. How do you explain someone's behavior to them?
"Well?" he asked, expectantly.
"Not drinking, and dancing like that with Kate Sanders."
"Well, what if I had wanted to dance with you like that?"
'Damn, he wasn't going to quit was he?' Miranda swore softy to herself. She had absolutely no clue how to answer this statement. "But you didn't want to dance with me."
"You didn't answer the question."
Miranda felt a pickle of irritation growing. "Gordo, it doesn't matter what would have happened, but nothing happened, you didn't want to dance with me like that."
"Why wouldn't I have?"
Did he have to do this? Why was he shooting questions at her like this? This wasn't like Gordo. Rolling her eyes, Miranda took a deep breath. "Because you're my best friend, and Gordo, I didn't even know you could dance!"
"Because I'm boring old Gordo right?"
"What?" she snapped.
"Nothing," he muttered, glancing over at the door.
Miranda didn't answer, his attention had been caught by someone else. Turning around in her seat, she moaned out loud when she realized he was watching Kate. The popular girl sauntered over to the table, and placed an arm around Gordo's neck.
"I didn't know you'd be here," she cooed. "Want to get something to something to get."
Miranda tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, glaring at the pair.
"Give me just a minute," he replied. Kate forced a smile as she glanced at Miranda then made her way over to a table."
"I can't believe you," Miranda snapped.
"What?" he answered.
"You're just going to ditch me for Kate? Thanks for being a friend, Gordo!"
"I didn't know you wanted to eat."
Miranda stood up from the table. "I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove, but I hope you get it out of your system before you seriously screw up some friendships," she snapped, grabbing her purse. Miranda walked quickly out the door, not caring that he called after her. She almost collided with Lizzie who was on her way inside the building.
"Woah," Lizzie laughed.
"Where are you going?" Miranda asked.
"Inside," Lizzie replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Don't."
"Why?"
"Gordo's in there," Miranda answered, simply.
"Well, good, maybe I can talk to him."
"He's with Kate," she stated.
A bizarre look crossed Lizzie's face and she pushed past Miranda and went inside anyway.
Miranda leaned back against the wall. If she was right, if her suspicion of the past month or so was correct, Lizzie was going to need her in a few moments.
The next minutes were slow, Miranda half expected Lizzie to burst out of the door screaming, but she didn't. When she emerged again, she was biting her bottom lip and staring up at the sky, blinking profusely.
Miranda said nothing but held her arms out. Lizzie fell into the hug, clutching her best friend for support as she cried silently.
"How long have you liked him?" Miranda asked.
"I don't know," Lizzie replied, wiping her eyes. "Just now, that I can't have him."
"Who said you can't have him?"
Lizzie let out a laugh. "He did."
"What?!" Miranda exclaimed. "Just now! Are you serious?"
Lizzie let out a small weak laugh and shook her head. "No, Miranda. Kate is the exact opposite of me, and if that's what he's into now, then I don't stand a chance."
"But, you've known Gordo for his whole life!" Miranda protested. "Kate's just a passing thing."
Lizzie shook her head as she wiped at her tear stained hazel eyes. "With the old Gordo, maybe, but how he is now," her voiced choked up. "We've lost him."