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Chapter Five

More Confusion

~Gordo~

I have a feeling Ethan has no clue what I was talking about on the phone. I wouldn't care ordinarily, but this is an emergency. I have to figure something out.

I took a shower and got dressed, avoiding looking at Ethan's body as much as possible, and then headed to the Digital Bean. I figured I better be there when he is so he won't walk out or anything. I just hope Ethan's dad doesn't try to call me or anything. I also hope that Ethan doesn't mind that I borrowed some money from him.

What?! I mean, I will be using the money for Ethan's body and not mine! He can do the same with me.

When I got to the Digital Bean, there was hardly anyone there. It was ten in the morning, so it was pretty understandable. The one person I did recognize that was there was Miranda. For a minute, I forgot I looked like Ethan and walked over to her.

"Hey, Miranda," I said.

Miranda looked up from her paper, "Um, hey Ethan," she said.

Oh yeah, she had to remind me that I was supposed to be Ethan. Should I tell her the truth? Um, hi Miranda. Guess what? This isn't Ethan, this is Gordo.

She would think that I was crazy. No, she would think that Ethan was crazy, which isn't far from the truth, but still. I should probably keep this info on the down low for now.

"So, uh, how is life?" I said, trying to get in a conversation.

Miranda looked at me as if I were crazy. Or more like, Ethan is crazy. I will go with that. "Um, life is good. How about yours?"

"Good," I said. I stuffed my hands in my pockets. Something I knew Ethan didn't do, but it's a habit.

"Um, would you like to sit down and join me?" Miranda offered. I think she was doing this to be nice. You see, she, unlike Lizzie, got over Ethanmania a long time ago, when she met Joe.

I sat down. Ethan wouldn't be here for another few minutes, so I had time. I don't know why I sat down. I guess I feel like I haven't spoken to her as me in a while because of our schedules. "So, how is Joe?" I asked.

Miranda looked surprised, "Joe is good. How did you know about Joe?"

"Um, I have talked to Lizzie and Gordo," I said.

Miranda seemed surprised; "You talk to Lizzie and Gordo often?"

Did I detect a tinge of jealousy in her voice. Maybe I am not the only one who feels guilty about the situation after all.

"Um, yeah. I share a few classes with them," I said, "They seem to miss you a lot," I added, thinking maybe I could make Lizzie and I sound good.

"Cool," she said, "I am actually planning on calling Lizzie today to see if she wants to do something tonight."

I almost asked about Gordo, but then I stopped myself. I didn't want to invite the person inside the Gordo costume to this event. Besides, it was probably girl talk.

"That's nice," I said.

"Yeah, Lizzie and I have a lot to catch up on. I don't have any classes with her this year, and it's been a drag."

"Yeah, I am sure it has for the both of you," I said.

Miranda smiled, "Well, hopefully tonight we will see each other."

I smiled, "Yeah, I hope you see each other, too."

That would probably mean a lot to Lizzie, anyway. Maybe some good will come out of this, after all.

Miranda looked at me, "You know, you seem to have changed, lately."

Is that good? "Um, thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," she said and she looked at the door and I looked back at the door to see what was supposed to be me. "Ooh, there's Gordo," she said, "I haven't talked to him in days."

"You haven't" I asked, trying to act interested.

Miranda shook her head, "Nope. You know, just between you and me, I think he is becoming a lot cuter."

"You do?" I asked. I was flattered. Now, if only she would pass that information to Lizzie, and Lizzie would agree and fall madly in love with me.

"Yeah!" She said, "I mean, I don't like him as more than a friend or anything, but some day, he will catch a very lucky girl."

"You think so?" I asked. Miranda sure was doing something to my self- esteem at the moment.

"Oh, I know so," she said, "I just wish he knew it."

Yeah, well what can I say? I am just modest like that.

"Do-do you know anyone who has a crush on him?" I asked.

Miranda looked at me strangely. Oh, right, I am supposed to be Ethan. I guess Ethan wouldn't ask that type of question.

"Actually, I have an idea, but I am not at liberty to say anything," she said finally.

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~Ethan~

I walked into the Digital Bean, and looked around for Gordo, but couldn't find him. It's not like Gordo to be late.

I had never been here this early, and I guess I am not missing much, because not a whole lot of people are here right now. I see Miranda, but she is sitting with someone. I thought it might be Gordo, but it wasn't Gordo, because this dude was taller. I could only see the back of his head, though.

Miranda looked up at me and waved. I waved back and walked to her table. Maybe she would know were Gordo was.

"Gordo!" she said and she gave me a big hug, "I feel like I haven't talked to you in days!"

I hugged her back. Had we talked at all since last year? Wait, she just called me Gordo, didn't she? Man . . .I keep forgetting.

"Hey, Gordo," the guy she was sitting next with said. I looked over at him. Whoa. It was me . . .I mean Ethan Craft. Wow. . .this is really weird, talking to myself like this. This must be Gordo as me. I guess I didn't really think about what Gordo would look like. Then again, people tell me I have trouble putting things together.

"Hi, ETHAN," I said, stressing his name, hopefully clueing him in that I knew what was going on.

Gordo shook his head, though. I looked over at Miranda, "So, uh, yeah, how is my really good friend, MIRANDA doing today?" I asked.

This really can't be that hard, pretending to be Gordo.

Miranda looked at me funny, though and replied, "Well, GORDO, I am doing fine today. How are you?"

Oh, did Gordo fill her in. I looked at Gordo/ me, who almost looked ashamed. "Does Miranda know?" I asked Gordo.

"Does Miranda know what?" Miranda asked and she looked at me and then. . .me for an answer.

Gordo stood up and said, "Um, yeah, Gordo is not feeling himself today."

Miranda looked at me, and I nodded my head and smiled. This is all too weird.

"Are you sick or something?" she asked.

I looked at Gordo, who was desperately nodding his head, "Yeah, really sick."

"Maybe you should go home, then," Miranda said, concerned.

I looked over at Gordo, who was nodding her head, "Good idea."

"Yeah, I think I will walk him home," Gordo said and she smiled at Miranda.

Miranda looked at the both of us as if we were up to something. Were we up to something?

"Okay," Miranda said, "Bye Ethan. Bye, Gordo. I hope you feel better!"

"Yeah, me too," I said. Gordo took me and we walked out of the Digital Bean.

I am sorry but I can't look at Gordo when he is me. . . or something like that.

As soon as we were outside, Gordo said, "Listen, Ethan, obviously, this isn't going to work as you being me and vice versa. We have to see if we can get out of it."

I nodded my head. Yeah, I really can't be this short and sound like this all the time. "How are we supposed to do that?"

Gordo thought for a minute, and then grabbed my arm and started walking, "Um, where are we going?" I asked.

"To Lizzie's. Maybe she will know what to do."

"So, are you going to tell her the truth?"

Gordo halted, and was silent for a minute, "Okay, change of plans. We are going to my house and working on this. Okay?"

"Okay, I said, "But when you say my house, do you mean my house or your house?"

I thought it was a good question, but Gordo rolled his eyes, "MY house."

I looked at him, waiting for him to give more detail. Gordo rolled his eyes and sighed.

"The Gordon residence?" he said.

"OH!" I said. He meant his house.

"Come on!" he said and we walked to him house.

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