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Miranda Sanchez led the way into the McGuire house hold then bolted up the stairs into her best friend's room. Her parents walked on into the kitchen where they began to unload their bags.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Miranda," Lizzie smiled from her spot in front of her vanity as she brushed her blonde hair.
"I hope so," Miranda breathed softly.
"What?" Lizzie asked, putting the brush down as she turned around.
"Well, I was talking to my parents on the way here and they want to make some Mexican dishes," Miranda explained, sitting on the edge of Lizzie's bed.
"That shouldn't be so bad," Lizzie smiled comfortingly.
"With normal parents, you would be right, but with mine," she trailed off.
"Your parents will compromise," Lizzie assured her. "
"Not with cooking! They argue about it with each other all the time at home."
Lizzie laughed as she sat down next to Miranda on the bed. "It's going to great. We'll have a great dinner."
Miranda wished she could have the faith that Lizzie did. But just seeing her parents bring in two stuffed paper bags so they could 'help' cook, she knew she had very right to worry.
Lizzie heard the doorbell ring and started down the stairs, but Matt beat her to the door.
"Sorry, we're closed," he stated, slamming the door.
"Mutant!" Lizzie declared, shoving him aside as she opened the door.
Miranda laughed as Matt pretended to be injured and scurried up the stairs. She pressed back a giggle when she saw Gordo's outfit and figured she would wait until they were upstairs before she began to pick on him for it. He caught her eye as he made his way into the kitchen and sent her a threatening look.
"Not a word," he muttered, menacingly.
Lizzie glanced up at Miranda on the stairs and they both let out a small giggle as they retreated quickly to her room. Miranda burst into peals of giggles, as she leaned against Lizzie's desk for support.
"Did you see his," she didn't get to finish.
"Sh!" Lizzie managed to squeak out over her own laughter. "He'll hear us."
"Where's your camera?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie managed to stifle her laughter enough to retrieve it from her closet, then Miranda sat with it focused on the doorway.
Unsuspecting Gordo pushed open the door to Lizzie's room and Miranda snapped the picked.
He forced a smile. "Thanks a lot Miranda," he replied, walking in and collapsing in a blow up chair. "All right, let me have it. I know you two have seventeen hundred comments, so let's hear them."
The two girls looked at each other and started laughing before the other could say a word.
"You two are going to get yours one day," Gordo stated ominously. "And then it will be my turn to laugh hysterically."
"Aww, Gordo," Miranda smiled, throwing a pillow at him. "We only do it because we love you."
"Yeah, right, whatever," he grumbled, putting the pillow behind his head.
Miranda snapped another picture and his head snapped up.
"Sanchez, don't make me take that camera," he threatened.
"Ooh," she taunted. "All I have to do is hold it above my head, and then you can't get it." She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Before high school this would have been true, but during the past four years, Gordo had grown, and he was at least two inches taller than her. But it was okay, because her comment elicited the smile from him she had been searching for.

Miranda turned toward Lizzie and snapped a picture.
"Oh, that's going to be beautiful," Lizzie replied, rolling her eyes. "Lizzie zoning."
"We're used to it," Gordo assured her. "It's the expression we see ninety-five percent of the day anyway."
Lizzie made a face then grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him. "So not funny, David."
"Don't call me that," he yawned.
"Why, it's your name."
"And what do you call me?"
"Gordo," Lizzie replied.
"Okay, let's stick to that then."
Miranda made a face and leaned back on Lizzie's bed. Everything seemed okay right now. Everyone was groggy, but that was okay.
The serenity was suddenly pierced by a loud shriek from downstairs.