DISCLAIMER: Dude, please.
That Author's Note whachamathingy: Lizzie needs to get into trouble. Any suggestions?
Oh, and if you want, instead of Lizzie's thoughts, Toon Lizzie in Lizzie Lizzie's italics. Ü
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Lizzie slapped off her alarm. What am I doing waking up to an alarm on a Saturday morning? And did I even set it?
She rubbed her eyes, and when they began to focus, she saw someone sitting at the foot of her bed. Ah, the dawn of realization is a weird thing, isn't it? "MIRANDA?!"
"Hey! Your FINALLY awake!"
Lizzie sat down in bed. "What do you mean 'finally'? I still have..." She looked at her clock. It was 7.00 in the morning. "Miranda!! I need three more hours of beauty sleep!" Miranda just batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Hey, waaaaaaaaaaitaminute... 'Fess up. Why did you set my alarm? It's a SATURDAY! Just in case you didn't know."
Miranda just waved it away. "Hurry up and get dressed! I've got a surprise for you!"
"At 7.00 in the morning? Ouch." Lizzie replied, but got up anyway and headed for the bathroom. "Just stay there, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just hurry it up, 'kay? It takes you like an hour to get ready!" and with that, Lizzie left for the bathroom.
10 minutes later...
"LIZZIE!!!"
"Just a sec!"
Dude, we all know what that means.
5 minutes later...
"Lizzie? You done yet?"
"Just gimme a minute!"
"Can I at least borrow a magazine or something?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever."
Half an hour later...
Lizzie stepped out of the bathroom, looking nice, the sleep washed away from her eyes. "Okay! I'm all set! Let's go! Miranda? MIRANDA?"
She looked around and found no sign of Miranda. Until... "*SNORT!*"
Miranda was lying down on the bed with the magazine covering her face. Each time she snored, the pages would go all fluttery. "Miranda? Are we gonna get going?" said Lizzie, shaking her awake.
"Hm?" said Miranda, stirring. "You're finally done! It's only... 10 TO EIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Let's get going! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" she said jolting up and pushing Lizzie out the door.
They raced out of the house with a quick, "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" from Lizzie and a "Hey, Mr and Mrs McGuire! Bye, Mr and Mrs McGuire!" from Miranda.
Lizzie closed the door, then turned to Miranda. "Where are we going, or what are you going to show me?"
"Digital Bean, and it's a secret. Follow me!"
"Hey! Watch the outfit!" said Lizzie as Miranda took her arm and dragged it all the way. They finally arrived after around five-something minutes.
"Uh, Lizzie, stay here, and... I'll... go to the back, okay? Just... don't move. Stay there!"
What's gotten into her?
Miranda ran out the back door and went to the nearest payphone. She put in a coin and whispered, "Okay! Lizzie's there!! Go! Move, move, move!"
Miranda strolled back in the Digital bean, trying (and failing) to look nonchalant. "I'm back!"
"Uh, right... and just what do you have planned for me, Miss Sanchez?"
"You'll see! So in the meantime... Frappe anyone?"
"Cool! Decaf Moccachino, please!"
"Yeah, sure!" said Miranda, sitting herself down beside Lizzie.
"You aren't gonna get them?" asked Lizzie, all confused.
"Pfft. Get it yourself!
"Heyyyyy!!" said Lizzie, standing up and walking towards the counter. She ordered her drink and then walked back to her table.
There was someone tapping the window behind Lizzie. Miranda leaned over as the guy was trying to mouth her something. She leaned over all the way... and fell off her chair.
"Miranda, you okay?" aked Lizzie helping her up.
"Um, yeah." she said, though she wasn't looking straight at Lizzie. The guy was doing some gesture that told her to meet him outside. "I think I'll just go and get some fresh air.
Miranda went outside. "What?! What happened NOW?"
"No go. He copped out!"
"No way! Today was the only day we could do it! The nerve!!!"
"He just chickened out! As in, 'No, I can't do this.'!"
"Yeah, that's right. HE CAN'T DO THIS! Like, DUH! You can't just back out at the last minute! You can't!"
"I'm sorry, Miranda, but he did! Listen, I gotta go."
"Send my regards! NOT!"
Miranda walked back to the Digital Bean, furious at what happened. How could he do this? I mean, yeah, it's last minute planning, but that doesn't mean you can just go 'No, I can't!' He should have said 'no' when we asked him. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Miranda walked back in, opened the door, and sat down.
"Fresh air didn't do any good, did it? Who's that guy you were talking to?"
"Uhm... what guy?" said Miranda, trying to avoid Lizzie's stare. "No guy!"
Lizzie gave her a 'yeah, right' stare.
"Okaay... um... he's my cousin! Yeah... Cousin! That's right"
Okay, that eyebrow of Lizzie can reeeeeeeeally go up. But she let it go anyway. "What was that you were going to show me?"
"What I was going to show you? Um... moved to 'I-Don't-Know-When'? Not important anymore.Why don't we hit the mall?"
"Okay... for now. But you owe me an explanation, Miss Sanchez!" said Lizzie, her best imitation of a prissy schoolmistress lady.
They took a bus to the mall, but not before they called Gordo to meet them there. Before they knew it (like, 10 minutes), they were there!
"Hey, do you remember where Gordo said he'd meet us again?" Miranda asked Lizzie once they got inside.
"Yeah... No. Spoot. Did he say at all where we were going to meet?"
"Maybe a trip to the beauty outlet can... jog our memory?" said Miranda hopefully.
I like her thinking! "Let's just call him to be sure. Do you have your cellfone?"
"Yeah... hang on." said Miranda, fishing it out of her bag. "Here you go!"
"Okay..." Lizzie dialed Gordo's cel number... "Hey, Gordo! Where are you?"
"I'm in the arcade!!" shouted Gordo, over all the noise. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Fine, fine... we'll meet you there." Lizzie hung up and returned the phone. "Arcade! Forward... MARCH!"
The girls laughed and took their sweet time going there. Talking, laughing, stopping by at the mall's beauty shop... the usual. They finally arrived at the other end of the mall where the arcade is located. They went in and looked for Gordo, who they eventually found playing basketball. With NO luck at all. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. Nyet. Nothing.
"We're here!" said Lizzie as Gordo shot his last (missed) basket.
"What took you guys? It's not as if I was at the other end of the world."
Miranda interrupted, "Whatever. Can we just get going now? I kinda want a smoothie."
The 'Three Amigos' spent practically the whole day at the mall. They watched a movie and shared a bucket of popcorn between them (That was all they could afford... with pooled resources). By around five, they left to hang out at Lizzie's and chill.
"Hey, Dad, Mom! I'm back!" Lizzie called as she placed her bag on the counter. "Anyone?"
"Guess no one's home, huh?" said Gordo, head buried in the fridge.
"Guess not." said Lizzie as Gordo came out with a piece of cheese sticking out from his mouth. Lizzie just rolled her eyes.
"You guys want some popcorn?"
"Lizzie? Yeah. We just had popcorn! With extra butter," said Miranda.
"Why I stuck with cheese."
"Let's just go watch TV, shall we?" asked Lizzie. "Matt's just probably at Lanny's so we'll have the TV aaaaaaall to ourselves. Ah, the good life."
The three of them made their way to the living room and plopped in front of the TV.
"Hey... Why don't you guys stay over tonight?" asked Lizzie.
"Yeah, sure! I don't think my parents'll mind." said Miranda.
"Mine, too." said Gordo. "Let's get going!"
"Let's. Let me just leave a note to my parents." Lizzie wrote a letter saying that she's just with Gordo and Miranda to get their stuff at their housr because they're sleeping over.
"All set! People, let's get movin'!"
They made their way first to Miranda's house, then to Gordo's, gathering their things and permission. After the "All-Systems-Go" from both sets of parents, they made their way back to Lizzie's. When they got back, Matt was already there, but her parents still weren't. So they brought their stuff into Lizzie's room and settled in.
At around 8 or so, Mr and Mrs McGuire came back from wherever they were. Mrs McGuire peeped into Lizzie's room. "Gordo, Miranda, are you staying for dinner?"
"Hey, Ma, can they stay over tonight? Their stuff're all ready..." said Lizzie pointing to the mess in front of her. Who knew that you need the same amount of stuff for two weeks as you do overnight? Oh, the things you learn.
"That's no problem... That is, if it's no problem with your parents."
"We got the permission from both the Sanchezes and the Gordons. Don't worry, 'kay? I'm 'Responsible Lizzie'."
"Righhhhht... well okay. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes. That's how long the pizza will take to get here anyway." said Mrs McGuire, smiling and closing the door while the kids went into 'YAY!' mode.
Their stuff was already set up. Lizzie staying on her bed (of course), Lordo on the floor in between Lizzie and Miranda. While waiting for dinner to be served, they just sat on Lizzie's bed... talking... and talking... and talking... and taking a bathroom break... and talking...
30 minutes later, on the dot... "DINNER'S READY!!"
The kids went down for dinner, meeting Matt in the hall. They had a wonderful dinner of PIZZA! They talked about the usual stuff. "How was school yesterday?" "Did you kids have fun at the mall?" blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, after that very healthy meal, the trio went upstairs and got ready for bed, taking turns with the bathroom. After all was done, teeth all gleaming and white, they sat down on Lizzie's bed.
Lizzie had an idea. "Hey, guys, why don't we tell ghost stories? Let's turn off the light and use a flashlight. Cool?"
"Yeah, cool!" said Gordo.
"Okay!" Miranda volunteerd. "I go first."
Lizzie switched off the light and sat down on the floor. Her best buds followed suit and they all sat in a circle. Miranda started telling her story.
Miranda told her story, complete with sound and lighting effects. "...And then came the claw... piercing anyone it touches. The last thing they hear, before they get barbecued is the 'scratch, scratch, scratch' of the claw."
*KNOCK!!*
*KNOCK!!*
*KNOCK!!*
Lizzie screamed and jumped into the arms of the person nearest her. Gordo.
Godo looked down at Lizzie in surprise, and by instinct, hugged her close. And Lizzie hugged him in turn.
It was Matt.
Lizzie jumped out from Gordo's arms (Shucks!) to Matt, then started screaming. "WHAT are you doing up here?!?!"
"Nothing!" said Matt, a mischievous smile on his face. "Just... wanted to see what you were up to. Is that a crime?"
"With you it is!! Now, AMSCRAY!" said Lizzie, throwing her pesky little brother out of the way.
"Fine, fine, fine." then he put on his best 'Terminator' face "I will be back." then slipped out.
"Geez!" said Lizzie, turning back to her little group. "Anyway... where were we?"
Gordo would have loved to say, "Well you were here in my arms, how's that?" but his STUPID pride won't let him. And besides, how foolish would that be? Think about it.
"Well, I would have said, 'On to story number 2,' but... I got nada." said Gordo.
"I have a good one!" said Lizzie, pulling them into a huddle.
"One stormy night," she whispered. "lightning cracking, thunder blaring, something truly evil happened." Lizzie's voice dropped really low, and Gordo and Miranda had to lean in closer to hear her.
"MATT WAS BORN." Then Lizzie stood up and turned on the lights. "How's that?"
"Ooh, real scary!" said Miranda, 'shivering'.
"I'll be having nightmares for months!" said Gordo. Then he imitated a baby. "I want my momeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
"Toldja it was scary! Anyway, I think I'll lie down. I'm getting a bit sleepy... *YAWN!*"
"At..." Gordo checked his watch. "9.45? Why?"
"Well, I wouldn't have been if SOMEONE didn't wake me up so early!" Lizzie said, glaring at Miranda.
"Sorr-eee!! Sheesh! Wake a best friend up at 7.00 in the morning for no reason, and then you're being given the third degree? Now that ain't right!"
"Whatever. I'll just read, okay?" Lizzie turned on the lamp on her bedside table while Gordo turned off the light on the ceiling. After about 45 minutes of reading and the occasional chat, they were getting sleepy. For real.
"'Night, guys!" said Lizzie, closing her book and putting it on the table.
"'Night, Lizzie!" said Gordo and Miranda simultaneously.
"See you tomorrow!" and she turned off the lights.
Later that evening, Lizzie was having a nightmare. "No... no... Don't! Mr Snuggles! NOOOOOOOOO!!!" She tossed... and turned... and tossed... and turned... and fell. And just as fate would heve it, Gordo's sleeping bag was right next to hers. She fell on Gordo straight on.
"*OOF!*" Gordo wiped his eyes from sleep and checked the clock. 3.25 am. "Lizzie, no offense, I like you and everything, but you're not exactly light at 3.30 in the morning."
"Huh? Oh... yeah." Lizzie climbed back on her bed.
Sleepy people take so long to process things.
WHAT DID HE SAY?!?!?!
WHAT DID I SAY?!?!?!?!
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Whatcha think? It's my longest chapter yet! Woohoo!! Honestly, I have no idea what's going to happen when I write the chapters. One thing just leads to another!
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Clarification: because putting a "thought Lizzie" and a "thought Gordo" would kinda ruin the thought, the "What did he say?!?!" is Lizzie's thoughts, the other one's Gordo's.
How come it seems that all these people keep falling off?
