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Lizzie flipped through the photo album on her desk, she knew she should be getting ready for school, but it had been sitting there on her desk, and she couldn't help but pick it up.
She smiled fondly at the pictures, her, Miranda, and Gordo at various restaurants, parks, vacation spots.
Laying her hand gently on her favorite picture of the three of them bunched together outside her house. The ringing of the phone startled her back to attention and she glanced at the clock.
"Hello?" Great, it was ten after seven, she'd have to hurry if she didn't want to be late.
"Hey, Lizzie, what's up?" Miranda's cheerful voice asked.
Lizzie felt a smile tugging at her lips. "Nothing important," she answered, walking over her closet. She pulled out a black long sleeved shirt then got quickly into it, then glanced at the picture album on the desk.
"You're quiet," Miranda stated slowly.
"I have an idea," Lizzie replied, shutting the album as she sat down and tugged on her shoes.
"I don't like the way you said that," her friend stated.
"Look, it's too complicated to explain over the phone, I'll come and get you and take you to school. Then I can explain in the car. Okay?" Lizzie asked quickly.
"Sure, I'm ready now," Miranda replied.
"I'm on my way," Lizzie replied, hanging up the phone. She raked a brush through her hair, grabbed her purse then ran down the stairs.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Her mother, Jo, called.
"Told Miranda I'd pick her up, see you tonight!" she yelled, running out the door.
As she backed the car out of the driveway, she tried to clear up her idea in her head, would it work? Could she pull it off?
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she almost missed the turn onto Miranda's street.
She focused on her driving as she slowed the car down and drove slowly past the houses. Miranda was waiting outside, her jacket buttoned up, her arms crossed. She smiled and waved as she saw the familiar red car.
"Hey, now explain yourself," she ordered, buckling her seatbelt.
"I don't want to lose Gordo, he's too much of a friend, and I just can't," Lizzie explained.
"Okay," Miranda nodded. "I know what you mean."
"Well, we he's taken a weird interest in Kate, but maybe."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe we can get him to like me."
Miranda stared at her friend. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I would be better for Gordo than Kate would right?"
"Yeah, but Lizzie, you know it's not that easy."
"Why won't it be?"
"Remember that time in middle school when you wanted to ask Ethan to the Sadie Hawkins Dance?"
Lizzie frowned, remembering the time. "Well this will be different."
"Really, how?"
"I won't be trying to pretend to be something I'm not, I'll just make it more obvious to Gordo that I'm interested," Lizzie stated. Miranda said nothing as she stared at her friend from across the car. Lizzie glanced over several times, then finally exclaimed, "What!?"
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Because, I want Gordo back."
"Well, yesterday when I asked when you decided you like Gordo you said 'when I can't have him.'" Miranda stated.
Lizzie watched the road now. "I didn't mean it like that, I meant, it's even more obvious now that I can't have him."
"Lizzie, if that's the only reason you want him, is because Kate likes him," Miranda stated.
"Kate doesn't like him!" she exclaimed. "The only person Kate likes is herself! Do you not believe me, Miranda? You're my best friend-"
"I know I'm your best friend," she interrupted. "And I've thought for a while that you've liked Gordo, but I've never been sure, and just yesterday, well, it was weird."
Lizzie sighed, she was not, under any circumstance going to argue with Miranda. She'd just have to make her see how she felt.
"I didn't want to like him" she explained gently. "Gordo's our best friend, think of how things could go if it doesn't work. I was scared, and then, I completely freaked out when I saw that he was slipping away from us."
Miranda moaned softly. "Lizzie, do you realize how complicated this can get?"
"That's why you have to help me."
"What exactly are we going to do? Are you going to throw yourself at Gordo?"
"No," Lizzie replied. "But we have to think of something I can do that will get Gordo's attention."
"With how he's acting now?" Miranda scoffed as Lizzie parked the car and they both climbed out. "It's hard telling what that will be."
Lizzie bit her bottom lip as she thought for a moment. Up ahead of her, she saw Gordo, he was walking with his arm draped around Kate's shoulder. "Great," she muttered. Miranda let out a high pitched giggle. Lizzie jerked around to stare at her. "What was that?"
Miranda nodded in the direction that Kate and Gordo had just walked. A few paces behind them was a very pissed off looking Ethan Craft.
"And," Lizzie stated, staring at her friend.
Miranda was unable to hide the smile glued across her face. "What has Kate always absolutely hated you for?"
"Being alive," Lizzie volunteered.
"No, because you liked Ethan, and you could actually be considered competition."
"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"
"I believe I am," Miranda nodded. "You start making it very obvious to Ethan that you're available, because he has seemed interested, and then, Kate will get mad, and she won't be able to stand the thought of you having Ethan."
"But won't that be wrong to Ethan?" Lizzie asked, watching him go.
"Well, you do like him," Miranda reasoned. "Not as much as Gordo, but you like him."
"This is crazy," Lizzie replied, walking down the hallway once they were inside. She could see Miranda's point though, Ethan's eyes were glued to her as she passed.
Lizzie let out a small laugh then began to turn the dial on her locker.
"And besides," Miranda continued, leaning against the locker beside Lizzie's as she stared down the hallway at the handsome jock. "He might be a very, very nice way of helping you get over Gordo."
Lizzie flipped through the photo album on her desk, she knew she should be getting ready for school, but it had been sitting there on her desk, and she couldn't help but pick it up.
She smiled fondly at the pictures, her, Miranda, and Gordo at various restaurants, parks, vacation spots.
Laying her hand gently on her favorite picture of the three of them bunched together outside her house. The ringing of the phone startled her back to attention and she glanced at the clock.
"Hello?" Great, it was ten after seven, she'd have to hurry if she didn't want to be late.
"Hey, Lizzie, what's up?" Miranda's cheerful voice asked.
Lizzie felt a smile tugging at her lips. "Nothing important," she answered, walking over her closet. She pulled out a black long sleeved shirt then got quickly into it, then glanced at the picture album on the desk.
"You're quiet," Miranda stated slowly.
"I have an idea," Lizzie replied, shutting the album as she sat down and tugged on her shoes.
"I don't like the way you said that," her friend stated.
"Look, it's too complicated to explain over the phone, I'll come and get you and take you to school. Then I can explain in the car. Okay?" Lizzie asked quickly.
"Sure, I'm ready now," Miranda replied.
"I'm on my way," Lizzie replied, hanging up the phone. She raked a brush through her hair, grabbed her purse then ran down the stairs.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Her mother, Jo, called.
"Told Miranda I'd pick her up, see you tonight!" she yelled, running out the door.
As she backed the car out of the driveway, she tried to clear up her idea in her head, would it work? Could she pull it off?
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she almost missed the turn onto Miranda's street.
She focused on her driving as she slowed the car down and drove slowly past the houses. Miranda was waiting outside, her jacket buttoned up, her arms crossed. She smiled and waved as she saw the familiar red car.
"Hey, now explain yourself," she ordered, buckling her seatbelt.
"I don't want to lose Gordo, he's too much of a friend, and I just can't," Lizzie explained.
"Okay," Miranda nodded. "I know what you mean."
"Well, we he's taken a weird interest in Kate, but maybe."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe we can get him to like me."
Miranda stared at her friend. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I would be better for Gordo than Kate would right?"
"Yeah, but Lizzie, you know it's not that easy."
"Why won't it be?"
"Remember that time in middle school when you wanted to ask Ethan to the Sadie Hawkins Dance?"
Lizzie frowned, remembering the time. "Well this will be different."
"Really, how?"
"I won't be trying to pretend to be something I'm not, I'll just make it more obvious to Gordo that I'm interested," Lizzie stated. Miranda said nothing as she stared at her friend from across the car. Lizzie glanced over several times, then finally exclaimed, "What!?"
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Because, I want Gordo back."
"Well, yesterday when I asked when you decided you like Gordo you said 'when I can't have him.'" Miranda stated.
Lizzie watched the road now. "I didn't mean it like that, I meant, it's even more obvious now that I can't have him."
"Lizzie, if that's the only reason you want him, is because Kate likes him," Miranda stated.
"Kate doesn't like him!" she exclaimed. "The only person Kate likes is herself! Do you not believe me, Miranda? You're my best friend-"
"I know I'm your best friend," she interrupted. "And I've thought for a while that you've liked Gordo, but I've never been sure, and just yesterday, well, it was weird."
Lizzie sighed, she was not, under any circumstance going to argue with Miranda. She'd just have to make her see how she felt.
"I didn't want to like him" she explained gently. "Gordo's our best friend, think of how things could go if it doesn't work. I was scared, and then, I completely freaked out when I saw that he was slipping away from us."
Miranda moaned softly. "Lizzie, do you realize how complicated this can get?"
"That's why you have to help me."
"What exactly are we going to do? Are you going to throw yourself at Gordo?"
"No," Lizzie replied. "But we have to think of something I can do that will get Gordo's attention."
"With how he's acting now?" Miranda scoffed as Lizzie parked the car and they both climbed out. "It's hard telling what that will be."
Lizzie bit her bottom lip as she thought for a moment. Up ahead of her, she saw Gordo, he was walking with his arm draped around Kate's shoulder. "Great," she muttered. Miranda let out a high pitched giggle. Lizzie jerked around to stare at her. "What was that?"
Miranda nodded in the direction that Kate and Gordo had just walked. A few paces behind them was a very pissed off looking Ethan Craft.
"And," Lizzie stated, staring at her friend.
Miranda was unable to hide the smile glued across her face. "What has Kate always absolutely hated you for?"
"Being alive," Lizzie volunteered.
"No, because you liked Ethan, and you could actually be considered competition."
"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"
"I believe I am," Miranda nodded. "You start making it very obvious to Ethan that you're available, because he has seemed interested, and then, Kate will get mad, and she won't be able to stand the thought of you having Ethan."
"But won't that be wrong to Ethan?" Lizzie asked, watching him go.
"Well, you do like him," Miranda reasoned. "Not as much as Gordo, but you like him."
"This is crazy," Lizzie replied, walking down the hallway once they were inside. She could see Miranda's point though, Ethan's eyes were glued to her as she passed.
Lizzie let out a small laugh then began to turn the dial on her locker.
"And besides," Miranda continued, leaning against the locker beside Lizzie's as she stared down the hallway at the handsome jock. "He might be a very, very nice way of helping you get over Gordo."