"I said something wrong now I long for yesterday -ay-ay-yi-ay...yesterday-"
"LIZZIE, WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!"
Lizzie soon stopped singing at the top of her lungs after Gordon got fed up and started to yell at her.
"Sorry. Miranda, who was that guy you were talking to before we left?"
"Simon."
Miranda did not elaborate, as she was off in her own little world.
"Simon...okay...thanks for the info, Randy."
Lizzie joked with Miranda, but Miranda did not even notice.
"Hellooooo, earth to Miranda?"
Miranda gazed out of the window, unknowingly ignoring Lizzie.
"MIR-AND-A!!!!"
"Miranda, will you just answer her so she will shut her mouth?"
"What?" Miranda answered as she awoke from her dreamlike trance.
"Do you have his number? He was cute."
Gordo rolled his eyes and sighed. If they were going to meet a cute guy at each city, he was never going to survive.
"He has a really messed up family situation right now. I don't really want to get into it."
"Oh."
The trio remained silent for a couple of minutes.
"So, where are we going to stop next?" Miranda said, trying to break the silence, and get the subject off of Simon, as well.
"I don't know. New York?"
"I am never going to make it."
"We will stop maybe in Denver or around there."
"AARRGGGHHH!!" exclaimed Lizzie, pretending to pull out her hair.
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Lizzie and Miranda both lay asleep with their heads drooped to their shoulder.
All of the sudden, the car started to make funny noises, and Gordo pulled over.
"Why are we pulling over? Are we in New York already?" Lizzie asked, very groggily.
"I think there is something wrong with the car," Gordo replied.
Gordo got out of the car, and lifted up the hood. Black smoke billowed out, and he started to cough.
"That can't be good."
He pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, and called 411.
"Hello?"
"Hi, can you place me with nearby mechanic?"
"Where are you?"
Gordo shaded his eyes and looked down the road.
"Nearby Exit 46 in Colorado."
"Okay, I will connect you in a couple of seconds."
Gordo waited as he worried. If his parents knew, they would probably make him come home. Thankfully, he had brought some emergency money.
"Phil's Mechanic. How may I help you?"
"Yeah, my car just broke down."
"Black smoke...near exit 46."
"How did you know that?"
"It does not matter."
"What town are you located in?"
"Everwood, Colorado."
"LIZZIE, WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!"
Lizzie soon stopped singing at the top of her lungs after Gordon got fed up and started to yell at her.
"Sorry. Miranda, who was that guy you were talking to before we left?"
"Simon."
Miranda did not elaborate, as she was off in her own little world.
"Simon...okay...thanks for the info, Randy."
Lizzie joked with Miranda, but Miranda did not even notice.
"Hellooooo, earth to Miranda?"
Miranda gazed out of the window, unknowingly ignoring Lizzie.
"MIR-AND-A!!!!"
"Miranda, will you just answer her so she will shut her mouth?"
"What?" Miranda answered as she awoke from her dreamlike trance.
"Do you have his number? He was cute."
Gordo rolled his eyes and sighed. If they were going to meet a cute guy at each city, he was never going to survive.
"He has a really messed up family situation right now. I don't really want to get into it."
"Oh."
The trio remained silent for a couple of minutes.
"So, where are we going to stop next?" Miranda said, trying to break the silence, and get the subject off of Simon, as well.
"I don't know. New York?"
"I am never going to make it."
"We will stop maybe in Denver or around there."
"AARRGGGHHH!!" exclaimed Lizzie, pretending to pull out her hair.
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Lizzie and Miranda both lay asleep with their heads drooped to their shoulder.
All of the sudden, the car started to make funny noises, and Gordo pulled over.
"Why are we pulling over? Are we in New York already?" Lizzie asked, very groggily.
"I think there is something wrong with the car," Gordo replied.
Gordo got out of the car, and lifted up the hood. Black smoke billowed out, and he started to cough.
"That can't be good."
He pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, and called 411.
"Hello?"
"Hi, can you place me with nearby mechanic?"
"Where are you?"
Gordo shaded his eyes and looked down the road.
"Nearby Exit 46 in Colorado."
"Okay, I will connect you in a couple of seconds."
Gordo waited as he worried. If his parents knew, they would probably make him come home. Thankfully, he had brought some emergency money.
"Phil's Mechanic. How may I help you?"
"Yeah, my car just broke down."
"Black smoke...near exit 46."
"How did you know that?"
"It does not matter."
"What town are you located in?"
"Everwood, Colorado."
