A/N: hey yall! Sorry that I haven't written in awhile! But now I'm back to
stay!
Chapter 7
Gordo shoved the Latino girl off of his lap but she threw her arms around his neck and hung on tight. Gordo rolled his eyes and sighed. Fed up, he rolled over so Miranda was fully on the bed then he pried himself away from her. Standing in front of her, Gordo's eyes blazed fire.
"Lizzie is not a whore! I can't believe that you'd say that about her!" Gordo hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
"She is one!" Miranda shrugged, "I mean she doesn't even like you and you pine after her all the time!" She had sat up and her hands were resting on her hips.
Gordo backed to the door. "I'd.... I'd better check on Lizzie." His voice faltered and he felt sick and dizzy. Lizzie didn't like him. Miranda had said so, but she had to like him she had just kissed him, not just any kiss either a FRENCH KISS.
"No you don't!" Miranda stood and walked to the door. She sheparded Gordo back to the bed.
"Yes I do! I . . . .I love her!" Gordo didn't look at Miranda, her eyes were blazing and she had reached behind her.
"You what?" she purred her voice barely audible to Gordo.
Gordo stumbled backwards and fell onto the mattress. He gulped. Miranda was acting very oddly. She had something clenched behind her back as she walked towards him. Gordo tried to push himself upright but fell back again. He tried again and succeeded in getting his back off the bed and leaning on his hands. Miranda pushed him back down and straddled his chest.
"Look Miranda, we've been friends since the fourth grade but I have always had a thing for Lizzie. I have to go see if she's ok. For all we know the killer might be in this house."
Miranda giggled and ran her hands along his firm chest. Gordo sucked in his breath.
"Miranda this is serious! There may be a murderer in this house that wants Lizzie dead. I can't let anything happen to her!" Gordo practically yelled at the girl on him.
"Don't you love me Gordo?" Miranda said almost crying.
"No! I don't love you!" Gordo said, a little too loudly. "I love Lizzie!"
Miranda's eyes clouded over and she looked as though she was about to cry. Gordo's eyes widened he hadn't meant to be so harsh.
"Look Miranda, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that!" he stuttered over his words trying to get out of this current situation.
"Yes you did! You meant it and if I can't have you no one can!" Miranda's eyes filled with hate and she brought out the item that had been held behind her back.
The knife was 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. It glistened in the light from the room. Gordo shook his head, Miranda the murderer? Miranda noticed his expression and she ran her fingers down the flat of the blade.
"No Miranda. You don't want to do that!" Gordo kept his eyes on hers. The dark brown pools showed a hint of fear.
"Yes I do!" She raised the knife above her head.
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Lizzie ran down the hall. She couldn't help the tears from streaming down her cheeks. She had just figured it out. She was in love with Gordo. He would probably think that she was a dirty girl and would never speak to her again. She found the door to her room. Throwing open the door she collapsed on her bed and cried.
He hates me! She thought and buried her head in the pillow. Cider pawed at the door until it opened. The small puppy tottered along the carpet and hopped up onto the bed. Stumbling forwards she pressed her nose against Lizzie's cheek and licked her tears away.
The blond girl sighed and pulled the small retriever closer into a tight hug. Cider whimpered with the strain and Lizzie released her death grip on the puppy. Sitting up and rubbing the tears away she decided that she should go talk to Gordo and tell him it was all a mistake and that she could understand if he hated her.
Nodding to herself, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire headed for the door. As she reached out her hand to turn the bronze knob she heard a voice whisper softly
"Don't you love me Gordo?" it was Miranda.
Lizzie turned cold and swallowed hard. Fresh tears were forming in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. She put her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear Gordo say yes. Sliding down the wooden door, Lizzie rocked herself back and forth while silently sobbing. Just as she was about to throw herself at the bed she heard another voice. This time Gordo's voice. Feeling curious she listened in.
"No Miranda. You don't want to do that!" Lizzie could her the fear in his voice.
She shuddered and wondered what Miranda didn't want to do. Lizzie could tell that there was something going on in her brother's room. Her inner self told her she should go to check it out, but another part of her was afraid. She didn't want to have her heart broken when she noticed the two having a personal moment.
Finally Lizzie's inner self won. She carefully opened the door and walked down the hall. She stopped in front of her brother's room and stood there for a moment. She could say that she left something in there. Taking a deep breath she opened the door.
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"Lizzie, look out!" Were the first words she heard.
Ducking her head she heard a sickening crunch of metal on wood. Gordo had yelled the words just in time. From out of nowhere a knife had been hurled at her. It had become lodged in the wooden door just as she ducked. She heard Gordo let out his breath, as though he had been holding it and then she heard a slap.
Straightening herself up, Lizzie noticed what was going on. Gordo lay on her brother's bed and Miranda sat on his chest. Gordo was rubbing his cheek where Miranda had slapped him. Carefully, Lizzie out two and two together then she looked at her friend and enemy with question.
"Miranda?" She whispered, tears threatening to fall again. Miranda just raised her eyebrows. "How . . ." Lizzie faltered, "You..."
While Miranda stared at Lizzie, Gordo was able to shove Miranda off of him. A tear slid down Lizzie's cheek. She wiped it away angrily and looked back at the knife lodged in the door. Gordo stood up and walked towards her. He slowly reached above her head and yanked the knife from the door. Handing it to the blond he wrapped her in his arms and swayed from side to side.
Lizzie swallowed hard and hurled the knife at her brother's window. Turning on her heels she ran from the room. Gordo looked from the window, to Miranda, then at the open door, he jogged out the banged up wood and after Lizzie.
He saw a light on in her room and quietly opened the door. Lizzie was sitting on her bed with her back to him. She didn't notice the door creak open and seemed to only pay attention to the picture that she was holding in her hands. Gordo walked up to the bed and stood behind her. He, David Gordon, was at a loss for words. Lizzie dropped the picture and it fluttered to the ground, like a feather in the breeze.
She made no move to pick it up so Gordo did. He reached out a hand and scooped the paper into his grasp. Turning it over he saw a picture of Lizzie's family. It had been spring and the McGuire's and the Sanchez's had been together. They were all standing around a picnic table in front of a large maple tree. Lying on top of the table was Matt. He had an apple in his mouth and was pretending to be a pig. Lizzie, Miranda and he, Gordo, were sitting on the first seat behind Matt. Lizzie's head was on his shoulder and she seemed happy.
Miranda was on Lizzie's right and she had a smile on her face as she stared not at the camera but at Lizzie and him. The smile didn't seem to reach her dark eyes but stayed mainly on her mouth.
Gordo frowned.
Behind the three kids, Jo and Sam McGuire stood laughing next to Miranda's parents.
A park visitor had taken the picture and everyone seemed happy. Gordo looked at the photo again. Everyone except Miranda. She looked jealous and angry. Gordo couldn't look anymore. The murderer had been Lizzie's close friend. The thought made Gordo feel sick.
He dropped the photo on the bed and put an arm around Lizzie's shoulder. She turned a tear streaked face towards Gordo and bit her lip. With his other hand, Gordo stroked her hair and whispered soothing words. She leaned against him and cried.
"I don't believe it!" she finally said, "I n-need proof!"
A/N: okay so it was kinda sappy and weird but not everything can be great! But do tell me if you liked it at all! Thanks! Not feeling well!
~meep
Chapter 7
Gordo shoved the Latino girl off of his lap but she threw her arms around his neck and hung on tight. Gordo rolled his eyes and sighed. Fed up, he rolled over so Miranda was fully on the bed then he pried himself away from her. Standing in front of her, Gordo's eyes blazed fire.
"Lizzie is not a whore! I can't believe that you'd say that about her!" Gordo hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
"She is one!" Miranda shrugged, "I mean she doesn't even like you and you pine after her all the time!" She had sat up and her hands were resting on her hips.
Gordo backed to the door. "I'd.... I'd better check on Lizzie." His voice faltered and he felt sick and dizzy. Lizzie didn't like him. Miranda had said so, but she had to like him she had just kissed him, not just any kiss either a FRENCH KISS.
"No you don't!" Miranda stood and walked to the door. She sheparded Gordo back to the bed.
"Yes I do! I . . . .I love her!" Gordo didn't look at Miranda, her eyes were blazing and she had reached behind her.
"You what?" she purred her voice barely audible to Gordo.
Gordo stumbled backwards and fell onto the mattress. He gulped. Miranda was acting very oddly. She had something clenched behind her back as she walked towards him. Gordo tried to push himself upright but fell back again. He tried again and succeeded in getting his back off the bed and leaning on his hands. Miranda pushed him back down and straddled his chest.
"Look Miranda, we've been friends since the fourth grade but I have always had a thing for Lizzie. I have to go see if she's ok. For all we know the killer might be in this house."
Miranda giggled and ran her hands along his firm chest. Gordo sucked in his breath.
"Miranda this is serious! There may be a murderer in this house that wants Lizzie dead. I can't let anything happen to her!" Gordo practically yelled at the girl on him.
"Don't you love me Gordo?" Miranda said almost crying.
"No! I don't love you!" Gordo said, a little too loudly. "I love Lizzie!"
Miranda's eyes clouded over and she looked as though she was about to cry. Gordo's eyes widened he hadn't meant to be so harsh.
"Look Miranda, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that!" he stuttered over his words trying to get out of this current situation.
"Yes you did! You meant it and if I can't have you no one can!" Miranda's eyes filled with hate and she brought out the item that had been held behind her back.
The knife was 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. It glistened in the light from the room. Gordo shook his head, Miranda the murderer? Miranda noticed his expression and she ran her fingers down the flat of the blade.
"No Miranda. You don't want to do that!" Gordo kept his eyes on hers. The dark brown pools showed a hint of fear.
"Yes I do!" She raised the knife above her head.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Lizzie ran down the hall. She couldn't help the tears from streaming down her cheeks. She had just figured it out. She was in love with Gordo. He would probably think that she was a dirty girl and would never speak to her again. She found the door to her room. Throwing open the door she collapsed on her bed and cried.
He hates me! She thought and buried her head in the pillow. Cider pawed at the door until it opened. The small puppy tottered along the carpet and hopped up onto the bed. Stumbling forwards she pressed her nose against Lizzie's cheek and licked her tears away.
The blond girl sighed and pulled the small retriever closer into a tight hug. Cider whimpered with the strain and Lizzie released her death grip on the puppy. Sitting up and rubbing the tears away she decided that she should go talk to Gordo and tell him it was all a mistake and that she could understand if he hated her.
Nodding to herself, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire headed for the door. As she reached out her hand to turn the bronze knob she heard a voice whisper softly
"Don't you love me Gordo?" it was Miranda.
Lizzie turned cold and swallowed hard. Fresh tears were forming in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. She put her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear Gordo say yes. Sliding down the wooden door, Lizzie rocked herself back and forth while silently sobbing. Just as she was about to throw herself at the bed she heard another voice. This time Gordo's voice. Feeling curious she listened in.
"No Miranda. You don't want to do that!" Lizzie could her the fear in his voice.
She shuddered and wondered what Miranda didn't want to do. Lizzie could tell that there was something going on in her brother's room. Her inner self told her she should go to check it out, but another part of her was afraid. She didn't want to have her heart broken when she noticed the two having a personal moment.
Finally Lizzie's inner self won. She carefully opened the door and walked down the hall. She stopped in front of her brother's room and stood there for a moment. She could say that she left something in there. Taking a deep breath she opened the door.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Lizzie, look out!" Were the first words she heard.
Ducking her head she heard a sickening crunch of metal on wood. Gordo had yelled the words just in time. From out of nowhere a knife had been hurled at her. It had become lodged in the wooden door just as she ducked. She heard Gordo let out his breath, as though he had been holding it and then she heard a slap.
Straightening herself up, Lizzie noticed what was going on. Gordo lay on her brother's bed and Miranda sat on his chest. Gordo was rubbing his cheek where Miranda had slapped him. Carefully, Lizzie out two and two together then she looked at her friend and enemy with question.
"Miranda?" She whispered, tears threatening to fall again. Miranda just raised her eyebrows. "How . . ." Lizzie faltered, "You..."
While Miranda stared at Lizzie, Gordo was able to shove Miranda off of him. A tear slid down Lizzie's cheek. She wiped it away angrily and looked back at the knife lodged in the door. Gordo stood up and walked towards her. He slowly reached above her head and yanked the knife from the door. Handing it to the blond he wrapped her in his arms and swayed from side to side.
Lizzie swallowed hard and hurled the knife at her brother's window. Turning on her heels she ran from the room. Gordo looked from the window, to Miranda, then at the open door, he jogged out the banged up wood and after Lizzie.
He saw a light on in her room and quietly opened the door. Lizzie was sitting on her bed with her back to him. She didn't notice the door creak open and seemed to only pay attention to the picture that she was holding in her hands. Gordo walked up to the bed and stood behind her. He, David Gordon, was at a loss for words. Lizzie dropped the picture and it fluttered to the ground, like a feather in the breeze.
She made no move to pick it up so Gordo did. He reached out a hand and scooped the paper into his grasp. Turning it over he saw a picture of Lizzie's family. It had been spring and the McGuire's and the Sanchez's had been together. They were all standing around a picnic table in front of a large maple tree. Lying on top of the table was Matt. He had an apple in his mouth and was pretending to be a pig. Lizzie, Miranda and he, Gordo, were sitting on the first seat behind Matt. Lizzie's head was on his shoulder and she seemed happy.
Miranda was on Lizzie's right and she had a smile on her face as she stared not at the camera but at Lizzie and him. The smile didn't seem to reach her dark eyes but stayed mainly on her mouth.
Gordo frowned.
Behind the three kids, Jo and Sam McGuire stood laughing next to Miranda's parents.
A park visitor had taken the picture and everyone seemed happy. Gordo looked at the photo again. Everyone except Miranda. She looked jealous and angry. Gordo couldn't look anymore. The murderer had been Lizzie's close friend. The thought made Gordo feel sick.
He dropped the photo on the bed and put an arm around Lizzie's shoulder. She turned a tear streaked face towards Gordo and bit her lip. With his other hand, Gordo stroked her hair and whispered soothing words. She leaned against him and cried.
"I don't believe it!" she finally said, "I n-need proof!"
A/N: okay so it was kinda sappy and weird but not everything can be great! But do tell me if you liked it at all! Thanks! Not feeling well!
~meep