---Hey! Sorry, it took pretty long to update. But here it is! And
Danny, thanks for the great idea. I'll definetley use it later on. And
thanks for all your great reviews! They keep me going on with this story! --
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Miranda Sanchez was overjoyed. For the next two weeks, she would be playing matchmaker.
With a pen and a sparkly pink notepad, she drummed her fingers across the tabletop in the Digital Bean. Lizzie and Gordo would arrive anytime in the next few minutes and Miranda desperately needed a plan for day one of fourteen. Something that would bring them together, something that she could get away with... then it hit her. She could get away with practically anything. These two were putting all of their faith in her to make these two weeks work.
Ideas started flowing out of her like a stream on a windy day. Her fingers grasped her pen tightly as words started forming on paper.
She worked like this until the jingling of a bell sounded, signalling an entering customer. Miranda heard Lizzie's trade mark giggle from their table, and grinned devilishly. Snapping her notebook shut, she turned in her seat to greet the two people that were in her mind for the last half hour.
"Hey, hey!" a smiley Miranda exclaimed.
"Um, hey?" Lizzie greeted warily. "So... you said to meet here to discuss this two weeks. What're we doing?" she asked, taking a seat, Gordo following.
"Well, did you find any ideas?" Miranda inquired. Both Gordo and Lizzie cleared their throats and shrugged their shoulders uncomfortably. Miranda's smile faltered for a second, but she continued on nonetheless. "Didn't think so. Okay, so our goal is to make people believe you two are totally into each other, correct?"
"Isn't that sort of obvious?" Gordo said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, don't have a cow," she answered back. Casting a glance at his withering glare, she hurried on. "Alright, getting to the point. First of all, you two have to practise looking completely comfortable with each other."
"But we're already completely comfortable with each other. I've known Liz my whole life," Gordo told her, confused by her statement.
"Wait, let me rephrase that. You two have to look completely comfortable kissing each other. Holding hands with each other, holding each other, looking lovingly into each other eyes comfortably. You hearing me?"
Lizzie and Gordo were gaping at her, barely believing their ears.
"Oh, come on. You guys knew what to expect. You two are in love – I mean, 'pretending' to be in love," she corrected herself, inwardly laughing. "Actually, you guys are supposed to be pretending to be in love right now. Look, there are people from our school right now," she said, scoping out the Digital Bean for a familiar face. "Ah, see? There's Ryan...and Sara—," she turned back to the two seated in front of her. "—and you two aren't looking very in love."
"Oh... okay then," Lizzie said, grabbing hold of Gordo's hand that was lying limply on the table. Gordo sat up straight, obviously not expecting it.
"Okay, that so did not look couple-ish. You're supposed to look like this is completely normal."
Gordo and Lizzie sat back in their chairs and tried to look relaxed. "No problem," Gordo muttered.
Miranda stifled a laugh, taking in the sight before her. "Just as I thought," she said to herself, pursing her lips. "You two can't just suddenly look in love. You need to actually feel comfortable. Meaning, you two will have to do this even apart from a crowd, to get the feel of this."
"Wait a minute, you're not suggesting... practising to be a couple, are you?" Gordo asked her.
"Wow, Gordo. You always were the smart one. Of course, to start off you'll be alone, then with me so I can sort of evaluate you. Then, when you're ready, we'll pull you out into the public." Miranda told them, laying out her whole plan to them.
"Isn't this kind of ridiculous? I mean, we can pull this off without 'kissing class.' We can do fine," Lizzie argued.
"Um, actually no, you can't. I'm seeing you here, you're not. You need some help, and that's where I come in. Just call me Teach," Miranda smiled.
'Or just call me Matchmaker Miranda," she silently added, chuckling to herself.
---- I know not much happens in this chapter and it's mostly diologue, but the next chapter will have more action, I promise. And continue with the reviews please! I love them! ;) Manda ---
Miranda Sanchez was overjoyed. For the next two weeks, she would be playing matchmaker.
With a pen and a sparkly pink notepad, she drummed her fingers across the tabletop in the Digital Bean. Lizzie and Gordo would arrive anytime in the next few minutes and Miranda desperately needed a plan for day one of fourteen. Something that would bring them together, something that she could get away with... then it hit her. She could get away with practically anything. These two were putting all of their faith in her to make these two weeks work.
Ideas started flowing out of her like a stream on a windy day. Her fingers grasped her pen tightly as words started forming on paper.
She worked like this until the jingling of a bell sounded, signalling an entering customer. Miranda heard Lizzie's trade mark giggle from their table, and grinned devilishly. Snapping her notebook shut, she turned in her seat to greet the two people that were in her mind for the last half hour.
"Hey, hey!" a smiley Miranda exclaimed.
"Um, hey?" Lizzie greeted warily. "So... you said to meet here to discuss this two weeks. What're we doing?" she asked, taking a seat, Gordo following.
"Well, did you find any ideas?" Miranda inquired. Both Gordo and Lizzie cleared their throats and shrugged their shoulders uncomfortably. Miranda's smile faltered for a second, but she continued on nonetheless. "Didn't think so. Okay, so our goal is to make people believe you two are totally into each other, correct?"
"Isn't that sort of obvious?" Gordo said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, don't have a cow," she answered back. Casting a glance at his withering glare, she hurried on. "Alright, getting to the point. First of all, you two have to practise looking completely comfortable with each other."
"But we're already completely comfortable with each other. I've known Liz my whole life," Gordo told her, confused by her statement.
"Wait, let me rephrase that. You two have to look completely comfortable kissing each other. Holding hands with each other, holding each other, looking lovingly into each other eyes comfortably. You hearing me?"
Lizzie and Gordo were gaping at her, barely believing their ears.
"Oh, come on. You guys knew what to expect. You two are in love – I mean, 'pretending' to be in love," she corrected herself, inwardly laughing. "Actually, you guys are supposed to be pretending to be in love right now. Look, there are people from our school right now," she said, scoping out the Digital Bean for a familiar face. "Ah, see? There's Ryan...and Sara—," she turned back to the two seated in front of her. "—and you two aren't looking very in love."
"Oh... okay then," Lizzie said, grabbing hold of Gordo's hand that was lying limply on the table. Gordo sat up straight, obviously not expecting it.
"Okay, that so did not look couple-ish. You're supposed to look like this is completely normal."
Gordo and Lizzie sat back in their chairs and tried to look relaxed. "No problem," Gordo muttered.
Miranda stifled a laugh, taking in the sight before her. "Just as I thought," she said to herself, pursing her lips. "You two can't just suddenly look in love. You need to actually feel comfortable. Meaning, you two will have to do this even apart from a crowd, to get the feel of this."
"Wait a minute, you're not suggesting... practising to be a couple, are you?" Gordo asked her.
"Wow, Gordo. You always were the smart one. Of course, to start off you'll be alone, then with me so I can sort of evaluate you. Then, when you're ready, we'll pull you out into the public." Miranda told them, laying out her whole plan to them.
"Isn't this kind of ridiculous? I mean, we can pull this off without 'kissing class.' We can do fine," Lizzie argued.
"Um, actually no, you can't. I'm seeing you here, you're not. You need some help, and that's where I come in. Just call me Teach," Miranda smiled.
'Or just call me Matchmaker Miranda," she silently added, chuckling to herself.
---- I know not much happens in this chapter and it's mostly diologue, but the next chapter will have more action, I promise. And continue with the reviews please! I love them! ;) Manda ---