A/N: Hey, thanks for all of the positive feed back! I'm putting in two chapters now because I haven't updated in a while.
Chapter Ten: Time for Transformation
The next Saturday afternoon Gordo showed up at Lizzie's front door.
"Hello, David," Lizzie's dad said as he opened the door.
"Hi, can I talk to Lizzie?"
"Uh, I guess, but she's still in trouble, so you can't stay for very long."
"Hi, Gordo," Lizzie said coming down the stairs from her room.
"Hey, Lizzie."
"Come in. Dad, you can go now."
"Oh, right. You have an hour."
"So, how have you been?" Lizzie asked Gordo, leading him into the living room.
"Fine. Has Miranda kept in touch with you at all?"
"No, you?"
"Oh, she wrote a few letters, and we've talked on the phone a couple times."
"So, how's she doing? I think she's still mad at me for the way I treated her last summer. I mean, I wouldn't blame her."
"Well, she's alright. You should talk to her. She'd probably be thrilled to hear from you. You guys can't stop talking for forever."
"It's a lot easier when she's thousands of miles away from here. And even if I did want to speak to her, I'm grounded until I'm like 45."
"Then write to her. Your parents never grounded you from that."
"But…"
"Just do it. You won't regret it. I promise."
"It's just that I don't know where to start."
"Well, you could start by getting out a paper and a pen."
"Okay. What should I write?"
"What would you normally write?"
"What's up?"
"Okay, good."
"Now what?"
"This is your letter, not mine. I'm sure you have a lot to tell Miranda and a lot to ask her as well."
"You're right. I think I've got this under control now."
"Well, I was planning on staying for longer, but maybe I'll come back later. You should really work on this letter."
"Wait, you don't have to go yet. I can write this later," Lizzie said as Gordo got up to leave.
"I think you should write it now. There's no sense in you putting it off. I'll be around for a long time, but Miranda is only gonna be here on vacations, so the faster you make amends, the more good times you and Miranda will be able to share together. Plus, I have a speech and debate tournament this afternoon. I'll see you around." Gordo disappeared leaving Lizzie alone. Lizzie really didn't want to see Gordo go. She had just made amends with him, and she was starting to realize that Gordo wasn't the kind of guy that you could just let go. Now only if it wasn't for his girlfriend… Lizzie mentally scolded herself for thinking about her and Gordo like that.
She picked up her pen and started writing.
Dear Miranda,
What's up? How has boarding school been working out for you? Things around here have really changed since you were gone, but everything is almost back to normal now. So are you going to be able to come back here for thanksgiving or am I going to have to wait until Christmas? I would have called you, but I'm kind of grounded for the rest of my life. It's a long story.
-Lizzie-
Lizzie looked at the letter when she finished and smiled sadly. She didn't think she could miss somebody so much that she was supposed to be angry at. Her life had gotten so messed up. She didn't even remember how the guys and drinking and parties had begun. She couldn't just blame Miranda or Gordo. So they wanted to do something different over the summer. That was their decision, not hers.
Lizzie looked down at her letter and quickly wrote:
PS I'm so sorry for the way that I treated you. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Then, she quickly sealed the envelope, addressed it to Miranda and placed it in the mailbox while huskily brushing away a tear that was forming in her eye.
"Lizzie, what do you think you're doing?" Lizzie's mother said coming to the front door.
"Oh, just sending a letter to a friend."
"Well, you need to come inside."
"Okay." Lizzie walked up to her mother who was still standing in the doorway. "Mom, can we talk?"
"Sure honey. Why don't we go in the living room."
"Okay." Lizzie followed her mother and sat down on the couch next to her mother.
"What's on your mind, honey?"
"Well…" Lizzie starting explaining to her mother how Miranda and Gordo had left for the summer and then how she befriended Kate and how her and Josh hooked up and why she got drunk.
"Oh, honey," her mother said after Lizzie finished talking. "Being a teenager is never going to be easy. There's a ton of peer presser out there and when a guy that seems like prince charming walks along, giving in just seems so much easier than standing up for yourself."
"Yeah, he was a senior and he was popular. I thought that if I dated him I could get Ethan jealous, but I forgot that Ethan doesn't think like that, or much at all for that matter. So when Josh offered me a beer, I thought it would make me even cooler. I did it all just because of a guy."
"I understand where you're coming from. I was a teenager once too, but that still doesn't excuse you from drinking or dating guys like Josh. You are incredibly lucky to have friends like Gordo and Miranda to fall back on."
"You know how many times I've heard that? Even Kate told me that once in eighth grade."
"Well, they're right."
"Thanks for talking with me. I feel a lot better now."
"Me too." Lizzie reached over and hugged her mother. Jo returned the hug and kissed her on the forehead. "If you ever need to talk to me, I'll be right here." A/N: Well, what do you think?
The next Saturday afternoon Gordo showed up at Lizzie's front door.
"Hello, David," Lizzie's dad said as he opened the door.
"Hi, can I talk to Lizzie?"
"Uh, I guess, but she's still in trouble, so you can't stay for very long."
"Hi, Gordo," Lizzie said coming down the stairs from her room.
"Hey, Lizzie."
"Come in. Dad, you can go now."
"Oh, right. You have an hour."
"So, how have you been?" Lizzie asked Gordo, leading him into the living room.
"Fine. Has Miranda kept in touch with you at all?"
"No, you?"
"Oh, she wrote a few letters, and we've talked on the phone a couple times."
"So, how's she doing? I think she's still mad at me for the way I treated her last summer. I mean, I wouldn't blame her."
"Well, she's alright. You should talk to her. She'd probably be thrilled to hear from you. You guys can't stop talking for forever."
"It's a lot easier when she's thousands of miles away from here. And even if I did want to speak to her, I'm grounded until I'm like 45."
"Then write to her. Your parents never grounded you from that."
"But…"
"Just do it. You won't regret it. I promise."
"It's just that I don't know where to start."
"Well, you could start by getting out a paper and a pen."
"Okay. What should I write?"
"What would you normally write?"
"What's up?"
"Okay, good."
"Now what?"
"This is your letter, not mine. I'm sure you have a lot to tell Miranda and a lot to ask her as well."
"You're right. I think I've got this under control now."
"Well, I was planning on staying for longer, but maybe I'll come back later. You should really work on this letter."
"Wait, you don't have to go yet. I can write this later," Lizzie said as Gordo got up to leave.
"I think you should write it now. There's no sense in you putting it off. I'll be around for a long time, but Miranda is only gonna be here on vacations, so the faster you make amends, the more good times you and Miranda will be able to share together. Plus, I have a speech and debate tournament this afternoon. I'll see you around." Gordo disappeared leaving Lizzie alone. Lizzie really didn't want to see Gordo go. She had just made amends with him, and she was starting to realize that Gordo wasn't the kind of guy that you could just let go. Now only if it wasn't for his girlfriend… Lizzie mentally scolded herself for thinking about her and Gordo like that.
She picked up her pen and started writing.
Dear Miranda,
What's up? How has boarding school been working out for you? Things around here have really changed since you were gone, but everything is almost back to normal now. So are you going to be able to come back here for thanksgiving or am I going to have to wait until Christmas? I would have called you, but I'm kind of grounded for the rest of my life. It's a long story.
-Lizzie-
Lizzie looked at the letter when she finished and smiled sadly. She didn't think she could miss somebody so much that she was supposed to be angry at. Her life had gotten so messed up. She didn't even remember how the guys and drinking and parties had begun. She couldn't just blame Miranda or Gordo. So they wanted to do something different over the summer. That was their decision, not hers.
Lizzie looked down at her letter and quickly wrote:
PS I'm so sorry for the way that I treated you. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Then, she quickly sealed the envelope, addressed it to Miranda and placed it in the mailbox while huskily brushing away a tear that was forming in her eye.
"Lizzie, what do you think you're doing?" Lizzie's mother said coming to the front door.
"Oh, just sending a letter to a friend."
"Well, you need to come inside."
"Okay." Lizzie walked up to her mother who was still standing in the doorway. "Mom, can we talk?"
"Sure honey. Why don't we go in the living room."
"Okay." Lizzie followed her mother and sat down on the couch next to her mother.
"What's on your mind, honey?"
"Well…" Lizzie starting explaining to her mother how Miranda and Gordo had left for the summer and then how she befriended Kate and how her and Josh hooked up and why she got drunk.
"Oh, honey," her mother said after Lizzie finished talking. "Being a teenager is never going to be easy. There's a ton of peer presser out there and when a guy that seems like prince charming walks along, giving in just seems so much easier than standing up for yourself."
"Yeah, he was a senior and he was popular. I thought that if I dated him I could get Ethan jealous, but I forgot that Ethan doesn't think like that, or much at all for that matter. So when Josh offered me a beer, I thought it would make me even cooler. I did it all just because of a guy."
"I understand where you're coming from. I was a teenager once too, but that still doesn't excuse you from drinking or dating guys like Josh. You are incredibly lucky to have friends like Gordo and Miranda to fall back on."
"You know how many times I've heard that? Even Kate told me that once in eighth grade."
"Well, they're right."
"Thanks for talking with me. I feel a lot better now."
"Me too." Lizzie reached over and hugged her mother. Jo returned the hug and kissed her on the forehead. "If you ever need to talk to me, I'll be right here." A/N: Well, what do you think?