A/N: Had time in between work and such to put this one together =)
--Lizzie--
Sometimes he just didn't make sense. Not that it was a bad thing. It just confounded her. Left her unsure of what to say or do. He was a complicated guy; deep, emotional, brooding. He tried so hard though, to keep it all in. To project an image of not caring what others said or thought. Usually he was pretty good at getting away with it. There were times Lizzie was convinced that Gordo had progressed beyond everyone in their grade.
He wasn't physically any more developed or anything- rather, he was slightly deficient in that area; his lower stature came to Lizzie's mind. But that didn't matter. Even if it was considered by most to be an inferior aspect.
Gordo didn't care what any perceived him as. The only thing he did care about was himself. Not in a selfish way of course. More in a developed fashion; as if only his thoughts and emotions were important, not what others believed were.
That's what Lizzie loved about him. Wait- did she love him at all?
It was often debated in her mind. . .what she 'felt' for Gordo. The conclusion was always the same- there was no conclusion. She would often go round and round in circles, through the pros and cons of altering their situation- no, altering their relationship. That's what it really meant.
There was a stalemate though. She didn't know what Gordo truly thought and without that knowledge she wasn't ready to move or modify anything they had, if he wasn't about to tell her how he felt. If he felt *anything* at all.
She began thinking of the incident on the corner earlier that afternoon. What made him snap? Why did he blow-up? There *had* to be more to it, than him just not wanting to go to the Summer Ball. Gordo wasn't of that temperament. There was always a reason for a stark display of raw emotion. Not that they often happened.
The phone rang. It was probably Gordo, so she shot up off her bed and fumbled with the telephone receiver.
"Gordo!" she blurted out mindlessly.
"Err. . .it's Miranda, Lizzie. . ." Miranda's voice floated, confused but seemingly not surprised.
"Oh!" Lizzie replied, panicking slightly, "what's up? Why did you call?" she asked quickly, attempting to change the focus of the conversation.
"I got a WAY major problem," Miranda answered, a slight hint of panic in her voice.
"Well- fill me in," Lizzie urged, sensing a problem was arising.
Miranda began to sob, "yeah my parents have totally screwed me; I'm going to Mexico in like five days Lizzie! Five days! You know what that means? That means I'm going to miss the Summer Ball by like two days! This is *so* not what I dreamed!" she babbled, occasionally incoherently.
"Just calm down," Lizzie soothed, "it's going- wait. . .did you say you're going to miss the Ball?"
"YES!" Miranda shouted, groaning in a mixture of anger and misery.
"How long are you going to Mexico for?" Lizzie asked, concerned about how this whole fiasco was about to affect her.
"Get this. . .I'm going for the whole summer, so I'll be missing graduation and everything!" Miranda moaned, sobbing more.
Lizzie wasn't exactly sure what to say. She wanted to comfort her friend but had her mind on other things.
"YES! I'm coming now!" Miranda screamed, forgetting to cover her receiver, "Lizzie, I got to go and help pack. . .my parents are totally so not being fair about this. . .oh and I gotta call Joey and-" she began to sob harder and the rest of the sentence was totally garbled and unintelligible.
"Oh. . .yeah that's- yeah. . .I'm sorry Miranda," Lizzie replied, trying hard to follow the conversation but still failing to get anywhere with Miranda.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow for like, our last day together until. . .high school!" Miranda said, sobbing ever more, if it were possible.
"Uh. . .bye Miranda, hope it all works out and I'll see you tomorrow," Lizzie answered uneasily, dropping the receiver onto the cradle and sighing.
It wasn't as if she was totally concerned about herself, but Lizzie gradually started to become more apprehensive about the plan with Gordo. Sure it was just like- acting. All you had to do was play a part and convince everyone of it.
From the outset, the idea was that Miranda would be there too, to be her confidant and assistant, had anything looked like it was going down the drain.
Now. . .she only had Gordo.
Lizzie shook her head and focused. The plan was designed to save Gordo and her from total high school social destruction. It was a good plan anyway. . .she just needed Gordo to see that too.
The phone rang again.
She walked over her phone and picked up the receiver once more.
"Uh- Lizzie?" Gordo's voice came through. Lizzie was relieved. It was exactly who she needed- and wanted.
"Yeah Gordo?" she replied softly, hoping he still wasn't cross with her.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon," he began, "I was out of line and- and just spaced out of it a bit".
"No!" she exclaimed, "I wa-"
"No, no," he interrupted, "let me finish. I just wanted to say, that your plan is great and I'll go through with it. . ."
"Really?" she answered confused. His sudden change of decision surprised her, even though he had just had plenty of time to rethink what was going on.
"Yeah, let's do it," he said unconvincingly. She sensed the trepidation in his voice but put it all down to the same feelings of anxiety she had. It was nothing, just a bit of nervousness before a big social event.
"Gordo. . .thanks, I- I really appreciate that," she replied candidly.
"Right- well. . .I'll see you tomorrow and we'll talk this out a bit, you know, make sure everything's set," he continued, trying to sound casual and easy-going about the whole event.
"Okay," she agreed, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah- goodnight Lizzie," he trailed off, hanging up.
She put the receiver down and placed it on its' cradle.
It was amazing how everything had changed in a matter of a few minutes. Miranda. . .then Gordo. Normally she would have been worried that her friends had become so jumpy and anxious, but it was an odd time- a transition time. Her mother had spoken to her about it once.
'Thing's will change now Lizzie,' she had said, 'it's a time when you kids will start becoming adults- you'll know it when you see it'
Of course the prospect of becoming an adult *did* scare Lizzie but she didn't want to think about that now. She needed to lie down and sleep off the craziness of the past few moments. Anyway, tomorrow was her last day with Miranda and her first day *with* Gordo. . .
--Lizzie--
Sometimes he just didn't make sense. Not that it was a bad thing. It just confounded her. Left her unsure of what to say or do. He was a complicated guy; deep, emotional, brooding. He tried so hard though, to keep it all in. To project an image of not caring what others said or thought. Usually he was pretty good at getting away with it. There were times Lizzie was convinced that Gordo had progressed beyond everyone in their grade.
He wasn't physically any more developed or anything- rather, he was slightly deficient in that area; his lower stature came to Lizzie's mind. But that didn't matter. Even if it was considered by most to be an inferior aspect.
Gordo didn't care what any perceived him as. The only thing he did care about was himself. Not in a selfish way of course. More in a developed fashion; as if only his thoughts and emotions were important, not what others believed were.
That's what Lizzie loved about him. Wait- did she love him at all?
It was often debated in her mind. . .what she 'felt' for Gordo. The conclusion was always the same- there was no conclusion. She would often go round and round in circles, through the pros and cons of altering their situation- no, altering their relationship. That's what it really meant.
There was a stalemate though. She didn't know what Gordo truly thought and without that knowledge she wasn't ready to move or modify anything they had, if he wasn't about to tell her how he felt. If he felt *anything* at all.
She began thinking of the incident on the corner earlier that afternoon. What made him snap? Why did he blow-up? There *had* to be more to it, than him just not wanting to go to the Summer Ball. Gordo wasn't of that temperament. There was always a reason for a stark display of raw emotion. Not that they often happened.
The phone rang. It was probably Gordo, so she shot up off her bed and fumbled with the telephone receiver.
"Gordo!" she blurted out mindlessly.
"Err. . .it's Miranda, Lizzie. . ." Miranda's voice floated, confused but seemingly not surprised.
"Oh!" Lizzie replied, panicking slightly, "what's up? Why did you call?" she asked quickly, attempting to change the focus of the conversation.
"I got a WAY major problem," Miranda answered, a slight hint of panic in her voice.
"Well- fill me in," Lizzie urged, sensing a problem was arising.
Miranda began to sob, "yeah my parents have totally screwed me; I'm going to Mexico in like five days Lizzie! Five days! You know what that means? That means I'm going to miss the Summer Ball by like two days! This is *so* not what I dreamed!" she babbled, occasionally incoherently.
"Just calm down," Lizzie soothed, "it's going- wait. . .did you say you're going to miss the Ball?"
"YES!" Miranda shouted, groaning in a mixture of anger and misery.
"How long are you going to Mexico for?" Lizzie asked, concerned about how this whole fiasco was about to affect her.
"Get this. . .I'm going for the whole summer, so I'll be missing graduation and everything!" Miranda moaned, sobbing more.
Lizzie wasn't exactly sure what to say. She wanted to comfort her friend but had her mind on other things.
"YES! I'm coming now!" Miranda screamed, forgetting to cover her receiver, "Lizzie, I got to go and help pack. . .my parents are totally so not being fair about this. . .oh and I gotta call Joey and-" she began to sob harder and the rest of the sentence was totally garbled and unintelligible.
"Oh. . .yeah that's- yeah. . .I'm sorry Miranda," Lizzie replied, trying hard to follow the conversation but still failing to get anywhere with Miranda.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow for like, our last day together until. . .high school!" Miranda said, sobbing ever more, if it were possible.
"Uh. . .bye Miranda, hope it all works out and I'll see you tomorrow," Lizzie answered uneasily, dropping the receiver onto the cradle and sighing.
It wasn't as if she was totally concerned about herself, but Lizzie gradually started to become more apprehensive about the plan with Gordo. Sure it was just like- acting. All you had to do was play a part and convince everyone of it.
From the outset, the idea was that Miranda would be there too, to be her confidant and assistant, had anything looked like it was going down the drain.
Now. . .she only had Gordo.
Lizzie shook her head and focused. The plan was designed to save Gordo and her from total high school social destruction. It was a good plan anyway. . .she just needed Gordo to see that too.
The phone rang again.
She walked over her phone and picked up the receiver once more.
"Uh- Lizzie?" Gordo's voice came through. Lizzie was relieved. It was exactly who she needed- and wanted.
"Yeah Gordo?" she replied softly, hoping he still wasn't cross with her.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon," he began, "I was out of line and- and just spaced out of it a bit".
"No!" she exclaimed, "I wa-"
"No, no," he interrupted, "let me finish. I just wanted to say, that your plan is great and I'll go through with it. . ."
"Really?" she answered confused. His sudden change of decision surprised her, even though he had just had plenty of time to rethink what was going on.
"Yeah, let's do it," he said unconvincingly. She sensed the trepidation in his voice but put it all down to the same feelings of anxiety she had. It was nothing, just a bit of nervousness before a big social event.
"Gordo. . .thanks, I- I really appreciate that," she replied candidly.
"Right- well. . .I'll see you tomorrow and we'll talk this out a bit, you know, make sure everything's set," he continued, trying to sound casual and easy-going about the whole event.
"Okay," she agreed, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah- goodnight Lizzie," he trailed off, hanging up.
She put the receiver down and placed it on its' cradle.
It was amazing how everything had changed in a matter of a few minutes. Miranda. . .then Gordo. Normally she would have been worried that her friends had become so jumpy and anxious, but it was an odd time- a transition time. Her mother had spoken to her about it once.
'Thing's will change now Lizzie,' she had said, 'it's a time when you kids will start becoming adults- you'll know it when you see it'
Of course the prospect of becoming an adult *did* scare Lizzie but she didn't want to think about that now. She needed to lie down and sleep off the craziness of the past few moments. Anyway, tomorrow was her last day with Miranda and her first day *with* Gordo. . .