Amidst the stuffy discomfort of the girls' bathroom stood Miranda, deep in thought. She was disappointed, to say the least. She'd come not expecting all these problems to arise, only expecting to sit by herself and perhaps, occasionally talk to people. And even if Lizzie and Gordo did arrive, she would ignore them as if they were any other insignificant people.
But they weren't just any other people, and that fact was hard to ignore. They were her former best friends. Now she had screwed things up with Lizzie. If Gordo shows up, am I going screw things up with him too?
She hoped not. They'd gone through the whole period together without Lizzie, in their last years of high school, and they'd gotten much closer than they had ever been before. Dangerously close.
She couldn't think of that. Not yet. No one needed to know, especially not Lizzie. It was a mistake, all a big accident. Or so she thought.
Why does all of this come crashing down on me...now?
Miranda, in a state of panic, bolted against the girls' bathroom door with such force that she banged into the back of the head of a young man. Holding his head, he crumpled to the floor.
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So, what have you seriously been up to, McGuire? Kate said, happily. It took a while, but she'd been forgiven. Oh, wait, don't tell me---you invented post-it notes.
The girls shared a short laugh. Wow, Lizzie thought. She's practically bubbling with joy. Has she really been that lonely? Lizzie's smile quickly turned to look of concern and compassion. She smirked a little. I think she has.
Okay, I totally recognize that face, McGuire. What's up now? Kate remarked, smiling.
Nothing. Just thinking, Lizzie responded, nonchalantly. Kate made a motion with her hand to continue, but Lizzie wasn't paying attention.
Um, earth to McGuire? Kate said, waving her hands in front of Lizzie's face, who was staring off at some people dancing. You wanna expand on that?
Just thinking about people, she said, nodding and trying to sound convincing. You know, like... she cringed at how horrible a liar she was. she said, which came out much more like a question than a statement.
Any people in particular? she said with a wink. High school might've ended over 5 years ago, but Kate obviously hadn't lost her love of gossip.
Are you trying to insinuate that I still have a crush on a boy from junior high? Lizzie said, again trying her best to play it off. Because the truth was, she did still have a crush on a boy from junior high. She knew it was sort of pathetic. Other girls her age were getting married, but she was still crushing on the same boy she had crushed on for God knows how many years. She couldn't help it.
It's okay, Lizzie. I know who it is, Kate said, sympathetically. Lizzie kept forgetting all these years that this girl had been her friend at one point. And she'd always thought it was sort of obvious anyway.
You do? Lizzie said, almost giving up. But just in case they were talking about different people, she asked, Who is it, then?
she started, I don't want to say. Because there's always that 1% chance that I'm wrong. And I'd be really embarrassed, and you'd probably hate me forever, she joked. So will you tell me?
This wasn't just telling a friend a secret. This was telling an ex-enemy a secret. Could she really start to trust Kate so quickly? It was like a mattter of life and death. Kate was known to be a blabbermouth, even before the popularity. She couldn't have him know. Besides, she wasn't even sure if he was coming.
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Larry was laughing.
The summer after 10th grade, Gordo went to a camp, a movie industry camp near Los Angeles. He'd been wanting to go ever since he read about in 6th grade, but he wasn't old enough. His parents thought maybe they could get the whole directing/filming thing out of his system this way (which it didn't). Somehow, Larry Tudgeman found out about Gordo going to the camp, and requested to be rooming with him. It was his worst nightmare at first, but it was one of the first times he'd actually had alone time with Larry. He was cool, he really was. Gordo thought Larry had always liked being an actor, but it was his parents who wanted him to be that. He wanted to be a scientist. Gordo just learned so much about him and they were great friends...at least, until the end of the summer.
You want to explain again why you're walking down the side of the road this late? Gordo joked. Was the reunion really that bad?
Nah, I just had some uh...bad experiences, Larry said, trying to forget everything that happened before.
They drove along in silence for a while. Larry hadn't really walked that long, so they were almost there. There was a sense of tension in the air between the two. They both secretly wished it would end.
Finally, the car came to a screeching hault. Larry opened his door and took a step out. He looked back at Gordo. He wasn't moving.
So is the famous David Gordon actually going to make an appearance at the great Hillridge Junior High reunion? he asked.
Yeah. I'll be there...soon. Larry smiled, and slammed the door shut.
Hopefully.
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[A/N: Three updates in three days. Wow, thank God for Christmas break. Haha, get it, thank God for Christmas. Hm, okay, maybe I'm the only one who sees the humor in that.
My computer is in the hallway, and I'm right next to the room where my brother and all his friends are watching various football games. Yeah, it's lot of fun to listen....not. This one kid keeps farting and getting a kick out of it. Oh man, I can smell it from here. Grody.
I cannot take credit for the title of this chapter. It was an adaptation of a Good Charlotte lyric. I'm Good Charlotte-obsessed. Then again, I can't take credit for the titles of a lot of my chapters. Lots of them are lyrics.
Whaddya think of this chapter? I think it was alright. My favorite part was the Lizzie/Kate interaction. Yay for that.
I'm going to try to get the next chapter of A Midweekend Night's Dream up tomorrow.
Let me know what you think: please revivew. Thanks!]
