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Sorry another short chapter coming up but I wanna give you something to read! Next chapter will be longer (I hope)
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Miranda and Gordo sat in silence for a number of minutes, it wasn't uncomfortable they were to close for that, it was just a silence. The phone rang, Gordo slid out of his chair and looked at the caller ID, "Unknown Caller". He rolled his eyes, "Hey, Miranda, looks like a telemarketer will you grant me your full permission to harass them?" He smiled innocently, batting his eyelashes, waiting for the OK.
Miranda rolled her eyes; he hadn't outgrown the silly need to harass telemarketers, but now as an adult that didn't seem acceptable when at the office so any chance he could he'd take it. Miranda nodded and took another sip of her tea. She watched Gordo pick up the phone, but her mind went elsewhere.
She looked at him closely, it hurt to know that there he was. Alone. It hurt to know that she couldn't do anything, she was never a good matchmaker and she knew that, and the odds of Lizzie letting herself more than lust for David Gordon, was about as unlikely as David Gordon forgiving her.
She took yet another sip of her tea. The notion seemed kind of silly; childhood loves transcending into a lifetime commitment. Nobody stays with a person that long. Even if they were Lizzie and Gordo. But that seemed to be the problem could Lizzie fall in love with anyone else? Could Gordo? Was it physically possible? Their bodies fit so perfectly, their personality's, their hopes and dreams… But our perfection comes from imperfection.
Did they even care how much this was killing her? Of course not. They were too busy not loving each other to notice anything else, because not loving each other takes effort. But that doesn't mean they couldn't acknowledge the fact that being split between her two best friends was driving her crazy, and it had only been going on a day.
She rubbed her temple and placed her cup on the counter as she heard the door open. It was Matt she moseyed over to the doorway where he was now standing. He held her tight, he knew something was wrong. Miranda couldn't tell she was to worn out, but something in the kitchen was very, very wrong.
Gordo placed the phone down. And left muttering only a brief sentence to Miranda, "Unknown caller can also be someone on their cell phone."
Just what she needed, more drama.
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Who was on the phone… you might be surprised…
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