A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 8 – Sisters

Lizzie and Miranda had just picked up their prom dresses and were now sitting in Lizzie's bedroom going though some jewelry, looking for something to wear.

It had been a long couple of weeks. Lizzie watched as the tension between the two of them seemed to be rapidly increasing. She was trying her best to push them together without directly getting involved, but it was getting increasingly frustrating watching Miranda and Gordo try and avoid their feelings.

Lizzie, who was sitting indian style on her bed, turned around so she was facing Miranda. She was sitting at Lizzie's makeup table, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Miranda frowned as she pulled her black hair back. For the past few weeks she had been racking her brain trying to figure out why Gordo would even be attracted to her, if he was at all. It was strange because she never really thought about it before, but with Gordo, her brain kept asking why.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Lizzie asked her.

Miranda shrugged. "I wonder what I would look like with blonde hair."

Lizzie arched an eyebrow, "Why? You have a great hair."

"No I don't. It's the color of mud. In all the magazines, all the pretty girls are blonde and have blue eyes."

Lizzie bit her lip as she tried not to snicker. "Come on Miranda. You're very pretty and Gordo doesn't care about your hair color. Actually, I think he likes it."

Miranda just shrugged again. Getting up, she walked over to the bed and sat down on the end. Searching around in one of the jewelry boxes for a moment, she pulled out a pair of dangling earrings.

Lizzie watched as Miranda spaced out again, staring at the earrings in her hands.

"What's so bad about liking Gordo?" Lizzie asked bluntly, she was tired of trying to be covert. "I mean I did."

Without looking up, Miranda answered. "Nothing really. Its just a little weird going from strictly platonic to something else."

Lizzie snorted and tried to bite back a laugh. "Strictly platonic?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yea," Miranda said, slowly looking up.

"From the first day you two met, the sparks have been flying," Lizzie told her, trying not to laugh. Taking in Miranda's look of disbelief, Lizzie smiled. "Look. With Gordo and me it was like a smoldering fire, slowly building over time. Until one day, it lit. With you two, it's like a raging out of control forest fire. When you two talk, and especially when you two bicker, you flirt. Heck if I can see the sexual tension, anyone can."

"Whatever," Miranda said as she stood up quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment. She slowly started to pace around the room.

Lizzie's smile grew wider. "She's agitated. I've hit home."

"I…I can't date Gordo," she stammered.

"Why not?"

"Be…Because he's your ex. Yea. Best friends don't date each other's exes," Miranda said gesturing wildly with her hands.

"Says who?" Lizzie asked.

Miranda continued to pace, "It's the unwritten laws of best friends."

"Where does she come up with this stuff?" Lizzie snickered, "Fine, then I give you permission to date Gordo. Got any other excuses?"

Miranda's jaw twitched slightly. "Why did it have to be him?" she muttered under her breath.

Lizzie heard her though, "So you do like him."

"No!" Miranda snapped defensively. Miranda looked at Lizzie and met her gaze. After a few minutes, Miranda let out a defeated sigh and sat back down on the bed. "Maybe." she whispered under her breath.

Lizzie let out a loud squeal. "I knew it!" she shouted.

"Shh! I don't think Mrs. Gregor down the street heard you," Miranda snapped.

Lizzie jumped off the bed and rushed towards the door, closing it. "Ok. Now we're getting somewhere," she said as she sat back down on the bed.

Miranda rolled her eyes and wiped her mouth. "I don't know what I feel for him. Its just,"

"You feel this tug every time you think of him or are near him," Lizzie finished for her.

"Yea," Miranda laid down on her side.

"Why don't you tell him that?"

"Things are awkward enough as it is. If I tell him that, I'll look like an idiot and things will never go back to normal." Miranda ran a hand through her hair. "No. I won't do anything until I'm positive he feels the same way."

Lizzie let out a grown and flopped down on her bed. "All that progress!" Letting out a defeated sigh, she sat up. "Fine. Then at the very least you're gonna make him drool over you."

"What do you mean?"

Lizzie grinned, "I'm gonna make you drop dead gorgeous and by the end of the prom you're gonna have Gordo eating out of your hand." She jumped off the bed and walked to her dresser.

Returning, she had a small jewelry box in her hand. "Here," she said handing Miranda the box. "Wear these with your dress."

Miranda opened the box. "I can't wear these, they're your grandmother's diamond earrings. You were going to wear them."

"I'm just letting you borrow them," Lizzie joked. "Besides, I can wear my Mom's and you'll look terrific in them."

"Thank you," she said softly with a small smile and her eyes started to tear a little. Miranda sat up and hugged Lizzie "I owe you big for this."

"Just tell Gordo how you feel," Lizzie simply stated.

Miranda let out a breath and looked at the earrings. "Easier said than done."