[Disclaimer: If I owned Lizzie McGuire, I'd sell my soul to the devil for a pair of bright orange high tops. Fortunately for you, I don't. So there.]
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It was way early the next morning (11 AM---who has the lack of deceny to call at such an hour?) when the phone started ringing. I suddenly regretted asking my mom for a phone in my bedroom. I never got any sleep. And sometimes people would call here at 1 AM! I mean, what kind of person stays up until 1 AM?
my mother yelled up the stairs. Phone's for you!
She's GOT to be kidding me. Like Lizzie or Miranda would ever be up at this totally ungodly hour, 11 AM, what kind of perso--
Hey, Kate? Gordo's voice called out as I picked up the phone, interrupting my thoughts. Of course it was Gordo. His parents probably made him get up at 5 AM. Which made no sense when I heard them also say, Sleep is essential for cognitive well-being. Um, hello? It was a major one of those...things. Where one thing sort of disproves the other? Ugh, I need a vocab lesson. Maybe I should ask Gordo. Oh. Gordo! Right! I'm on the phone! Crap!
Hey, Gordo, I said, trying to sound friendly and happy when I was just on the verge of conking out at any moment now.
I heard about you getting grounded and everything. Sorry to hear that. He sighed, and I could just see him shaking his head. It's so hard not to question our parents' motives. I was excited cause I knew what he was talking, AND he was using big words. Okay, not really big words. I actually saw them in a 6th grade vocab book. But that's still big....ger. But we were talking about it yesterday, and we want to come visit you. That's....still legal, according to the guidelines, right?
Only for 2 hours, I groaned.
Wow, that's...tough. Thanks for making me feel better. Stupid boys. I think Lizzie said we'll be there around 3. Only 4 hours to go. 4...long...hours. And we'll bring games. We'll make it worth your while. I sighed quietly. Doubt it. Don't worry, Kate. We'll help you through. Okay, so maybe Gordo wasn't talking about helping me get through anything majorly tough, like a death or surgery or an illness or even a break-up, but still, hearing this totally genuine smile in his voice and just sensing the sincerity...I felt like a complete love-sick retard when I had the impulse to sigh dramatically.
Thanks, Gordo, I said, I myself not sounding too sincere. I didn't want Gordo to realize I'd just completely swooned over his tone of voice. That was a little creepy, I had to admit. But so what if Gordo thought I was creepy? I should tell him now. Then he'll have more time to get over it, rather than if he found out I'd been having dreams about him all the time, and I had his birthday written in big bold letters on my calendar. Um, see you later, I rushed out, before quickly hanging up. Had I really paused for THAT long? Ew, creepy!
The hours went by slower than the way my third grade teacher used to talk. Miiiiiisssss Niccolucci....was....the...worst.....teacher....I....everrrrr.....had. I watched TV (though only stupid Saturday morning cartoons were on), I listened to some music (but my Britney CD kept skipping on E-Mail My Heart!), I watched paint dry. Ugh, talk about tedious. So you can only imagine my excitement when the doorbell rang around 2. It ended up being some guy making a dumb delivery for my mom. Some jewelry or something. The nerve! By 3 o'clock, I was about to jump on my death bed and await my untimely death, when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was another jewelry delivery, I didn't get up. So when my mom finally opened the door and let in my three best friends, I suddenly hopped up off the couch. I was still in my blue puppy pajama bottoms and a really small tank top! This was normal for me and Lizzie--it was standard sleeping wear--but I SO did not want Gordo to see me so wearing these skimpy threads. That was the sort of thing Claire Miller did in her spare time. Pranced around in her stupid mini-skirts. I mean, they were really cute skirts, but....no! Bad Kate!
Um, um, um, I said, stammering like a dork. I ran up the stairs as fast as possible, and returned as soon as possible in a decent pink shirt and jeans. Hey, guys, I finally said calmly.
Nice PJ's, Kate, Miranda said, smirking. Were those pink puppies?
Are you color-blind? I asked without thinking. They were blue! I realized my mistake a second later. I mean they were blue....clouds. There's nothing wrong with clouds on pajama pants, Miranda.
'Kay, guys, Lizzie butted in, looking kinda nervous. Let's calm down now, shall we?
I said, groaning. You've got about 1 hour and 53 minutes left now. Wasting time, people, let's move it along. What are we playing first?
Anything that doesn't involve the sick amusement one gets from the embarrasment of others, Gordo interjected. We other three paused.
What other kinds of games ARE there? Lizzie said, looking truthfully clueless.
I should've known, he sighed. This is what I get for having only female friends.
I was thinking Strip Poker, Miranda said, smiling deviously. We all paused again and stared at her. I was just kidding. Jeez.
Whatever we do, we need to have fun, Lizzie said, and I was glad she had decided that for us. Cause the way things were going, it seemed like we would never agree on anything. That, though, we did. So...who's up for Truth or Dare?
No way, I said, imagining the possibilities. Oh, Kate, who do you like?' I LIKE GORDO!' I shuddered. I hate that game.
Glad someone agrees with me, Gordo said, groaning,
I've got an idea, Miranda said, smirking yet again. It's a few games mixed in one, but it's so crazy, it just might work.
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[A/N: Short, I know. So sue me. I wanted to get it done. So sue me. Sorry for the lack of action in this chapter. So sue me. I love you. So sue me.
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