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"Matt, let's go," Lizzie stated impatiently, starting towards home. She expected Gordo to fall into step beside her but he didn't. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Gordo!"
He looked up at her, not quickening his pace at all. Instead, he turned around and said a few words to Matt. Finally, he evoked a smile from the younger boy who nodded then walked quickly past.
Lizzie paused, waiting for Gordo to catch up "What did you tell, Matt?" she asked.
Gordo shrugged. "Nothing important, just something he needed to hear."
She raised her eyebrows, but didn't press anymore. Gordo didn't seem like himself today. She wondered what he'd been trying to tell her but always stopped short of. She watched her feet and smiled up at him out of the corner of her eye. Even without words this walked was nice. "Gordo," she began slowly, not sure of how she was going to state this.
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, her nerve was gone, she hadn't planned on telling him, but she had planned on poking at the subject. "I know we were making fun of your outfit earlier, but I think it looks good." She moaned inwardly, lecturing herself, 'oh, nice one Lizzie, compliment the guy who doesn't care what he wears, or how good it looks. Yeah, great.'
Gordo nodded but said nothing. Lizzie bit her lip, there had to be something she could say. He was her best friend, it shouldn't be this hard! She hated getting tongue tied around him. With an irritated moan, she suddenly made a decision. She wouldn't tell him, at all. She'd wait and find a new crush, someone who she would be able to forget about if the relationship went bad. After all, they were only in high school. A relationship could screw up a friendship that otherwise would last a life time. She wouldn't know what to do without Gordo there to balance her out. Suddenly, she turned and flung her arms around him. "You're such a great friend. And even when I act completely weird you're always there for me."
Gordo awkwardly patted her on the back. "You're welcome," he answered.
Lizzie dropped her arms to her side and continued walking. Her mind refused to give up on Gordo, or was it her heart? She still wondered what it would be like to just forget about dinner and just sit down with him, talking for hours. 'No, no no!' she commanded to herself. 'No thoughts about Gordo like this. None.'
"That movie you've wanted to see came out today, maybe after dinner we could go check it out," he suggested.
"Yeah! Miranda's wanted to see it, and I could pay for José," Lizzie nodded.
Gordo stopped for a second, then crossed his arms over his chest as he walked. A weird look, almost smug, took over his face. "You know," he began slowly, a undercurrent of haughtiness dripped from his voice. "Miranda really like José."
"She does?" Lizzie asked a feeling of hurt rushing over her. Miranda hadn't said anything to her. She'd confessed how she felt about Gordo, which would have been a perfect opening for Miranda to tell too, but she didn't. "When she'd tell you that?"
Gordo shrugged. "Maybe she'll want to pay for José."
Lizzie nodded slowly. Well, if that wasn't a kick, finding out your best friend didn't trust you enough to tell you about her crush.
And the other, even more wonderful part, was Gordo finding amusement in her feeling of betrayal. What a wonderful holiday.
"Matt, let's go," Lizzie stated impatiently, starting towards home. She expected Gordo to fall into step beside her but he didn't. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Gordo!"
He looked up at her, not quickening his pace at all. Instead, he turned around and said a few words to Matt. Finally, he evoked a smile from the younger boy who nodded then walked quickly past.
Lizzie paused, waiting for Gordo to catch up "What did you tell, Matt?" she asked.
Gordo shrugged. "Nothing important, just something he needed to hear."
She raised her eyebrows, but didn't press anymore. Gordo didn't seem like himself today. She wondered what he'd been trying to tell her but always stopped short of. She watched her feet and smiled up at him out of the corner of her eye. Even without words this walked was nice. "Gordo," she began slowly, not sure of how she was going to state this.
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, her nerve was gone, she hadn't planned on telling him, but she had planned on poking at the subject. "I know we were making fun of your outfit earlier, but I think it looks good." She moaned inwardly, lecturing herself, 'oh, nice one Lizzie, compliment the guy who doesn't care what he wears, or how good it looks. Yeah, great.'
Gordo nodded but said nothing. Lizzie bit her lip, there had to be something she could say. He was her best friend, it shouldn't be this hard! She hated getting tongue tied around him. With an irritated moan, she suddenly made a decision. She wouldn't tell him, at all. She'd wait and find a new crush, someone who she would be able to forget about if the relationship went bad. After all, they were only in high school. A relationship could screw up a friendship that otherwise would last a life time. She wouldn't know what to do without Gordo there to balance her out. Suddenly, she turned and flung her arms around him. "You're such a great friend. And even when I act completely weird you're always there for me."
Gordo awkwardly patted her on the back. "You're welcome," he answered.
Lizzie dropped her arms to her side and continued walking. Her mind refused to give up on Gordo, or was it her heart? She still wondered what it would be like to just forget about dinner and just sit down with him, talking for hours. 'No, no no!' she commanded to herself. 'No thoughts about Gordo like this. None.'
"That movie you've wanted to see came out today, maybe after dinner we could go check it out," he suggested.
"Yeah! Miranda's wanted to see it, and I could pay for José," Lizzie nodded.
Gordo stopped for a second, then crossed his arms over his chest as he walked. A weird look, almost smug, took over his face. "You know," he began slowly, a undercurrent of haughtiness dripped from his voice. "Miranda really like José."
"She does?" Lizzie asked a feeling of hurt rushing over her. Miranda hadn't said anything to her. She'd confessed how she felt about Gordo, which would have been a perfect opening for Miranda to tell too, but she didn't. "When she'd tell you that?"
Gordo shrugged. "Maybe she'll want to pay for José."
Lizzie nodded slowly. Well, if that wasn't a kick, finding out your best friend didn't trust you enough to tell you about her crush.
And the other, even more wonderful part, was Gordo finding amusement in her feeling of betrayal. What a wonderful holiday.
