~This story is going to be about five chapters. Call it what you want, but the chapters are probably not going to be longer than one-thousand words. You never know, though. I started writing in September and sort of let it be, but then recently, I though, oh what the heck, this will not take a long time and will be just enough of a distraction for me to get more ideas for my existing stories. Anyway, thank you for the reviews.~
I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE
Last Laugh
Chapter Three
~Gordo~
"Great," Gordo thought as he walked home, "now Miranda knows about my crush on Lizzie. So much for it being a secret."
Why did I tell her? Why couldn't I deny the truth like I have been for the past four years? I have just told the one secret I thought I would never tell.
If Miranda was suspicious about this, did this mean that everyone else thought the same thing? Had Lizzie known since sixth grade that he liked her as more than a friend? That would be so embarrassing if all this time he thought his thoughts were secure in his mind when they really weren't.
Even if Miranda were the only one who was suspicious, it wouldn't be that way for long. Miranda will tell Lizzie soon and sooner or later, not only will the secret be out, but also Lizzie would be too weirded out by the whole thing and never talk to him again, ever, and purposely go out with Martin for the rest of her life and marry Martin and not even remember to invite him to the wedding for fear that it would be awkward. Then, as luck would have it, Miranda would side with Lizzie because they are girls and that is just what happens, so he will lose both of his friends.
Okay, maybe he was over thinking this. He was pretty sure, though, that he made a huge mistake telling Miranda how he felt.
~~~
~Lizzie~
Two days later was Saturday, which meant it was date day for Lizzie. Martin and Lizzie had plans to go to lunch before his big soccer game. Lizzie asked Miranda to come over that morning to help her pick something out to wear.
Lizzie had narrowed it down to two tops and two bottoms. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror with the clothes. "Which top? The white one or the red one?" Lizzie asked, and she held them in front of Miranda.
Miranda looked at them, "Is that the top you wore at Larry's party?" she asked, pointing to the red one.
"Yeah," Lizzie said and then looked at Miranda weirdly, "Why?"
"Well, I could have sworn that was the shirt you spilled mustard all over at the party."
Lizzie laughed, "I didn't spill the mustard-Gordo did. Remember?"
"Oh yeah! That boy must have said a thousand apologies that night after he did that."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, at one point, he even offered to give me his shirt. I told him it was okay. It was taken to the dry cleaners the next day."
Miranda smiled and so did Lizzie, "I would go with the red shirt."
"Um, Miranda?" Lizzie started, as if she was thinking about what how to say what she wanted to say, "Did you ever find out what was wrong with Gordo on Thursday?"
Miranda's smiled disappeared. What was she supposed to say? Telling the truth didn't seem right for Gordo, "I never had a chance to talk to him," she lied.
"Oh," Lizzie said.
"Why?"
"Nothing," Lizzie said, but then continued, "Actually, its because he seemed to be avoiding me yesterday. Was that just me or was he intentionally trying to avoid me?"
"Well," Miranda said, "If he was intentionally avoiding you, then he was also intentionally avoiding me too."
"I wonder why," Lizzie said as she put on the red shirt.
Miranda knew why, but she couldn't say, "Um, Lizzie, maybe you should talk to him about it."
"You think I should?" Lizzie said, as she was trying to decide on which pants to wear.
Miranda nodded her head, "Yeah, I would if I were you."
Lizzie considered this, "Maybe I will tomorrow or something."
"Okay," Miranda said. It was silent for a few seconds, "Lizzie, why do you think Gordo had that expression the other day at lunch?"
Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe he doesn't like Martin or something?"
Miranda nodded her head, "You think that's it?"
"I don't know. It is kind of weird the way he looked. It was almost as if someone had just told him his worse nightmare had come true."
Okay, maybe, Miranda thought, she should approach this at a different angle, "Lizzie, do you like Gordo?"
Lizzie laughed, "Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"
Miranda shook her head, "No, I mean, do you like Gordo, as in, do you want to be more than friends."
"What??" Lizzie asked, as she finally settled on the jeans and started to put them on, "What kind of question is that?"
Miranda shrugged, "I don't know. I was just thinking about it."
Lizzie froze, "Miranda, are you trying to tell me that you have a crush on Gordo?"
Miranda jumped back, "No! No, not at all! What would make you think that?"
"I don't know. It's just you are saying all these things that would make me believe that."
"Well, I think Gordo's a great guy, but I think he likes another girl."
Lizzie didn't know how to take this. She sat down, "What makes you think that?"
Miranda smiled, "He told me."
Lizzie gaped, "Who is she?"
Miranda smiled, "I can't say."
"Can you at least give me a clue?" Lizzie said, trying not to sound too eager or hopeful.
Miranda smiled, she may be taking away Gordo's trust right now, but she may also open Lizzie's eyes at the same time, "Lizzie, did you not see the way he looked at lunch on Thursday?"
Lizzie looked confused, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lizzie, that was not just any look. That look indicated that he was jealous."
"Of who?"
Miranda hit her head, "Lizzie! How can you not see this? Gordo is jealous of Martin. Gordo likes you Lizzie. He likes you as a friend, and something more."
It took a moment for this to sink in. In the back of her head, Lizzie was screaming with excitement to hear this, but on the other hand, she didn't know what to say. She wanted Gordo to feel like this, because she felt the same way, but she was also confused. She had a date in a half an hour with another guy. What is she supposed to say?
"How do you know?"
"I just do," Miranda said. Miranda looked at her watch, "You better get going if you want to be on time for your date. Have fun!" Miranda got up and left Lizzie's room.
Lizzie sighed and put on her shoes before heading downstairs.
"What do I do now?" Lizzie thought as she walked to where she was supposed to meet Martin.
~~~
I will update as soon as possible.
I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE
Last Laugh
Chapter Three
~Gordo~
"Great," Gordo thought as he walked home, "now Miranda knows about my crush on Lizzie. So much for it being a secret."
Why did I tell her? Why couldn't I deny the truth like I have been for the past four years? I have just told the one secret I thought I would never tell.
If Miranda was suspicious about this, did this mean that everyone else thought the same thing? Had Lizzie known since sixth grade that he liked her as more than a friend? That would be so embarrassing if all this time he thought his thoughts were secure in his mind when they really weren't.
Even if Miranda were the only one who was suspicious, it wouldn't be that way for long. Miranda will tell Lizzie soon and sooner or later, not only will the secret be out, but also Lizzie would be too weirded out by the whole thing and never talk to him again, ever, and purposely go out with Martin for the rest of her life and marry Martin and not even remember to invite him to the wedding for fear that it would be awkward. Then, as luck would have it, Miranda would side with Lizzie because they are girls and that is just what happens, so he will lose both of his friends.
Okay, maybe he was over thinking this. He was pretty sure, though, that he made a huge mistake telling Miranda how he felt.
~~~
~Lizzie~
Two days later was Saturday, which meant it was date day for Lizzie. Martin and Lizzie had plans to go to lunch before his big soccer game. Lizzie asked Miranda to come over that morning to help her pick something out to wear.
Lizzie had narrowed it down to two tops and two bottoms. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror with the clothes. "Which top? The white one or the red one?" Lizzie asked, and she held them in front of Miranda.
Miranda looked at them, "Is that the top you wore at Larry's party?" she asked, pointing to the red one.
"Yeah," Lizzie said and then looked at Miranda weirdly, "Why?"
"Well, I could have sworn that was the shirt you spilled mustard all over at the party."
Lizzie laughed, "I didn't spill the mustard-Gordo did. Remember?"
"Oh yeah! That boy must have said a thousand apologies that night after he did that."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, at one point, he even offered to give me his shirt. I told him it was okay. It was taken to the dry cleaners the next day."
Miranda smiled and so did Lizzie, "I would go with the red shirt."
"Um, Miranda?" Lizzie started, as if she was thinking about what how to say what she wanted to say, "Did you ever find out what was wrong with Gordo on Thursday?"
Miranda's smiled disappeared. What was she supposed to say? Telling the truth didn't seem right for Gordo, "I never had a chance to talk to him," she lied.
"Oh," Lizzie said.
"Why?"
"Nothing," Lizzie said, but then continued, "Actually, its because he seemed to be avoiding me yesterday. Was that just me or was he intentionally trying to avoid me?"
"Well," Miranda said, "If he was intentionally avoiding you, then he was also intentionally avoiding me too."
"I wonder why," Lizzie said as she put on the red shirt.
Miranda knew why, but she couldn't say, "Um, Lizzie, maybe you should talk to him about it."
"You think I should?" Lizzie said, as she was trying to decide on which pants to wear.
Miranda nodded her head, "Yeah, I would if I were you."
Lizzie considered this, "Maybe I will tomorrow or something."
"Okay," Miranda said. It was silent for a few seconds, "Lizzie, why do you think Gordo had that expression the other day at lunch?"
Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe he doesn't like Martin or something?"
Miranda nodded her head, "You think that's it?"
"I don't know. It is kind of weird the way he looked. It was almost as if someone had just told him his worse nightmare had come true."
Okay, maybe, Miranda thought, she should approach this at a different angle, "Lizzie, do you like Gordo?"
Lizzie laughed, "Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"
Miranda shook her head, "No, I mean, do you like Gordo, as in, do you want to be more than friends."
"What??" Lizzie asked, as she finally settled on the jeans and started to put them on, "What kind of question is that?"
Miranda shrugged, "I don't know. I was just thinking about it."
Lizzie froze, "Miranda, are you trying to tell me that you have a crush on Gordo?"
Miranda jumped back, "No! No, not at all! What would make you think that?"
"I don't know. It's just you are saying all these things that would make me believe that."
"Well, I think Gordo's a great guy, but I think he likes another girl."
Lizzie didn't know how to take this. She sat down, "What makes you think that?"
Miranda smiled, "He told me."
Lizzie gaped, "Who is she?"
Miranda smiled, "I can't say."
"Can you at least give me a clue?" Lizzie said, trying not to sound too eager or hopeful.
Miranda smiled, she may be taking away Gordo's trust right now, but she may also open Lizzie's eyes at the same time, "Lizzie, did you not see the way he looked at lunch on Thursday?"
Lizzie looked confused, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lizzie, that was not just any look. That look indicated that he was jealous."
"Of who?"
Miranda hit her head, "Lizzie! How can you not see this? Gordo is jealous of Martin. Gordo likes you Lizzie. He likes you as a friend, and something more."
It took a moment for this to sink in. In the back of her head, Lizzie was screaming with excitement to hear this, but on the other hand, she didn't know what to say. She wanted Gordo to feel like this, because she felt the same way, but she was also confused. She had a date in a half an hour with another guy. What is she supposed to say?
"How do you know?"
"I just do," Miranda said. Miranda looked at her watch, "You better get going if you want to be on time for your date. Have fun!" Miranda got up and left Lizzie's room.
Lizzie sighed and put on her shoes before heading downstairs.
"What do I do now?" Lizzie thought as she walked to where she was supposed to meet Martin.
~~~
I will update as soon as possible.