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Chapter Seven
Shut Up, Ethan!
~Lizzie~
I looked at Gordo and then Ethan . . .something was going on that I wasn't aware of because they are acting really weird.
Maybe it's me. I don't know. I let them in and we went into the living room and we sat down. I honestly didn't know Ethan was a part of the paper. I mean, no offense, but what could he possibly write about?
"So what is this interview for?" I asked.
Ethan and Gordo exchanged looks. Ethan looked as if he was not really happy with being here.
"We are interviewing you for the paper," Gordo said.
Well, duh! He said that earlier. I laughed and said, "No, what part of the paper?"
Again, Ethan and Gordo looked at each other. Finally Ethan spoke up, "We are doing a human interest piece."
"Oh," In said and I nodded my head, "What do I do that is so interesting?" I have to admit, I was flattered about this, but still confused. I don't know how they got paired together.
Gordo looked at Ethan as if to wait for him to explain. Ethan was trying to think, "Um, we decided to do a spotlight on someone in each grade each issue. You know, an all- around good person, and you were chosen for next month's issue."
I was about to say something when I noticed Gordo nodding his head, "That is so cool."
Okay, something fishy is happening right now . . .since when did Gordo and Ethan act so . . .unlike themselves? I understand why Gordo would be here, because he is a friend, but Ethan? Doesn't he hang out with Kate or something? Oh, and since when is Ethan on the paper???
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~Gordo~
Ethan, you are such an idiot!!! You are supposed to be working with me, here! Not against me!
If only this . . .change came with telepathic powers so I could telepathically pass these words to Ethan. Getting Lizzie is so not worth this . . .actually maybe it is, I haven't gotten that far yet. It probably isn't though.
"So, um," Lizzie said, and she looked at Ethan and I, "Do you want to start this interview?"
"Yeah," I said, mostly because I realized that Ethan would ruin something if he spoke up as me. Its one thing to be an idiot, but I don't want Lizzie to think I am an idiot, so I have to talk, "What are your hobbies?"
I so know her answer: singing, dancing, and reading, among other things.
"Um," Lizzie said, as she thought, and then she pointed at Ethan, "Gordo, you probably know this answer better than anyone. In fact, you could probably do this whole interview."
"I could?" Ethan asked, dumbfounded. Great! He was the genius who got us into this interview stuff . . .can't he at least humor Lizzie and pretend to be me??? It really isn't that hard.
Lizzie smiled, though, "Yeah, I bet you know more about me than anyone," and then she looked at me, "Gordo has an amazing memory. He could tell you every single thing there is to know about me. . .right down to the gruesome details."
That's not true! I don't know everything, such as why you are in love with Ethan.
It got quiet for a minute. I forgot for a minute what I was doing and who I was supposed to be.
Lizzie cleared her throat, "Um, I guess you could say that my hobbies are singing, dancing, and . . . reading."
Ha! I told you! Am I good or what?
I tried to hold back a smile as I thought of another question, "What would you say is your favorite class?"
I know this one, too. It has to be English!
"Um, gee," Lizzie said, and she laughed lightly, "that's a good question. It would have to be either History or English. Um. . .what the heck? I will say English," she said and she smiled.
Yes! Two for two, here. Let's see what is another question I can ask?
"Um," Ethan said. Oh, no. Ethan has to decide to talk now, "When is your birthday?"
What?? Don't ask a question like that! I am supposed to know that. I DO know that.
"I don't know, Gordo," she said and she raised her eyebrow at Ethan, "You tell me. When is my birthday?
"Uhh," Ethan said, and he looked at me for help, "Actually, I was only kidding. I was actually asking Ethan when his birthday is. When is your birthday, Ethan?"
Ahh! "Um, Gordo, I will tell you later, okay? Right now, lets focus on getting this over with."
There I said it out loud. I don't care if that insulted anyone. Okay, maybe I do, but still! I feel better saying something rather than something.
"Okay," Ethan said, "So, Lizzie, what is your favorite subject and why?"
I figured this was a safe question to get through as I excused myself to go to the kitchen. The interview almost made me forget why I actually came here in the first place—to get the number of her grandmother.
I was in the kitchen, looking for the book of numbers her mom had, and finally I found it. I wrote it down on some scrap paper.
"Ethan?" Ethan called from the other room, "What's taking you so long?"
I don't care what anyone says about that boy. He is not helping this situation.
"I am getting a cup of water," I said, making up something.
"Oh," he yelled back, "Well, while you are in there, can you get me some water?"
I sighed, "Yeah, sure. Would you like some ice?"
"That would be great! Thanks!"
A minute later, after I stuffed the number in my pocket and getting water for everyone, I returned.
"Ethan, you should have told me you were thirsty! I would have gotten everyone some water. Besides, I didn't know you knew your way around my kitchen that well."
I nodded my head, "Oh, it wasn't a problem. How is the interview going?" I looked at Ethan, who was smiling like the idiot that he is. He gave me thumbs up. Is Lizzie not suspicious of any of this?
After what seemed like hours of more questions, mostly asked by me, with idiotic commentary by Ethan, I finally decided that we had enough, and that we better get home.
Lizzie saw us to the door as we left her house. I thought that was never going to be over.
Once we were on the sidewalk, Ethan looked at me, "Where to now, chief?"
"I don't know," I said, "I guess you can go home."
Wait! He should not be left alone with my parents! They'll suspect something.
"Okay, see you Monday, Gordo. Its been fun being you."
"Uh, Ethan," I said, "Maybe we shouldn't go home yet. I mean, maybe we should stick together. That way, people won't become suspicious if one of us messes up."
Ethan nodded his head, "I see your point. I mean, we only have like what, two more hours of this, right?"
I wish, "No Ethan, we have six and a half more days of this."
"Whoa. What?? That can't be. I thought you said seven hours!"
I shook my head. That boy never listens, "No, seven days."
"But, no offense, Gordo, but I can't be you for seven days! I mean, I just can't! Its impossible!"
I nodded my head, "I know what you mean, but I can't do anything to help you."
"So, we will have to go to school as each other?"
Unless we are both mysteriously sick, I hate to say it, but yes. Why do you think I want to be back so badly, Ethan? "Yeah, for a whole week."
"Impossible!"
I nodded my head, "Yeah it is. So, tonight, we should either go to your house or my house."
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess so. I haven't had a sleep-over in a while, but I guess we will have to do this."
"The only question is, which house?" I asked.
"I think we should go to my dad's house," he said, "I only see him every other weekend, so it would b nice to see him."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay, we'll go to your house. First, though, we should go to my house to get some clothes for you."
"I have to wear your clothes?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, you have to."
"Ewww!"
Get over it! It's my body! It's not that disgusting! My clothes belong on my body.
"Oh, come on. Let's get this over with!" I said, and I walked a little faster to my house.
"Okay, let's just hope that my dad is cool with this."
Oh, right. Ethan's dad was going to call me, wasn't he? Oops. Let's hope he somehow forgot.
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Chapter Seven
Shut Up, Ethan!
~Lizzie~
I looked at Gordo and then Ethan . . .something was going on that I wasn't aware of because they are acting really weird.
Maybe it's me. I don't know. I let them in and we went into the living room and we sat down. I honestly didn't know Ethan was a part of the paper. I mean, no offense, but what could he possibly write about?
"So what is this interview for?" I asked.
Ethan and Gordo exchanged looks. Ethan looked as if he was not really happy with being here.
"We are interviewing you for the paper," Gordo said.
Well, duh! He said that earlier. I laughed and said, "No, what part of the paper?"
Again, Ethan and Gordo looked at each other. Finally Ethan spoke up, "We are doing a human interest piece."
"Oh," In said and I nodded my head, "What do I do that is so interesting?" I have to admit, I was flattered about this, but still confused. I don't know how they got paired together.
Gordo looked at Ethan as if to wait for him to explain. Ethan was trying to think, "Um, we decided to do a spotlight on someone in each grade each issue. You know, an all- around good person, and you were chosen for next month's issue."
I was about to say something when I noticed Gordo nodding his head, "That is so cool."
Okay, something fishy is happening right now . . .since when did Gordo and Ethan act so . . .unlike themselves? I understand why Gordo would be here, because he is a friend, but Ethan? Doesn't he hang out with Kate or something? Oh, and since when is Ethan on the paper???
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~Gordo~
Ethan, you are such an idiot!!! You are supposed to be working with me, here! Not against me!
If only this . . .change came with telepathic powers so I could telepathically pass these words to Ethan. Getting Lizzie is so not worth this . . .actually maybe it is, I haven't gotten that far yet. It probably isn't though.
"So, um," Lizzie said, and she looked at Ethan and I, "Do you want to start this interview?"
"Yeah," I said, mostly because I realized that Ethan would ruin something if he spoke up as me. Its one thing to be an idiot, but I don't want Lizzie to think I am an idiot, so I have to talk, "What are your hobbies?"
I so know her answer: singing, dancing, and reading, among other things.
"Um," Lizzie said, as she thought, and then she pointed at Ethan, "Gordo, you probably know this answer better than anyone. In fact, you could probably do this whole interview."
"I could?" Ethan asked, dumbfounded. Great! He was the genius who got us into this interview stuff . . .can't he at least humor Lizzie and pretend to be me??? It really isn't that hard.
Lizzie smiled, though, "Yeah, I bet you know more about me than anyone," and then she looked at me, "Gordo has an amazing memory. He could tell you every single thing there is to know about me. . .right down to the gruesome details."
That's not true! I don't know everything, such as why you are in love with Ethan.
It got quiet for a minute. I forgot for a minute what I was doing and who I was supposed to be.
Lizzie cleared her throat, "Um, I guess you could say that my hobbies are singing, dancing, and . . . reading."
Ha! I told you! Am I good or what?
I tried to hold back a smile as I thought of another question, "What would you say is your favorite class?"
I know this one, too. It has to be English!
"Um, gee," Lizzie said, and she laughed lightly, "that's a good question. It would have to be either History or English. Um. . .what the heck? I will say English," she said and she smiled.
Yes! Two for two, here. Let's see what is another question I can ask?
"Um," Ethan said. Oh, no. Ethan has to decide to talk now, "When is your birthday?"
What?? Don't ask a question like that! I am supposed to know that. I DO know that.
"I don't know, Gordo," she said and she raised her eyebrow at Ethan, "You tell me. When is my birthday?
"Uhh," Ethan said, and he looked at me for help, "Actually, I was only kidding. I was actually asking Ethan when his birthday is. When is your birthday, Ethan?"
Ahh! "Um, Gordo, I will tell you later, okay? Right now, lets focus on getting this over with."
There I said it out loud. I don't care if that insulted anyone. Okay, maybe I do, but still! I feel better saying something rather than something.
"Okay," Ethan said, "So, Lizzie, what is your favorite subject and why?"
I figured this was a safe question to get through as I excused myself to go to the kitchen. The interview almost made me forget why I actually came here in the first place—to get the number of her grandmother.
I was in the kitchen, looking for the book of numbers her mom had, and finally I found it. I wrote it down on some scrap paper.
"Ethan?" Ethan called from the other room, "What's taking you so long?"
I don't care what anyone says about that boy. He is not helping this situation.
"I am getting a cup of water," I said, making up something.
"Oh," he yelled back, "Well, while you are in there, can you get me some water?"
I sighed, "Yeah, sure. Would you like some ice?"
"That would be great! Thanks!"
A minute later, after I stuffed the number in my pocket and getting water for everyone, I returned.
"Ethan, you should have told me you were thirsty! I would have gotten everyone some water. Besides, I didn't know you knew your way around my kitchen that well."
I nodded my head, "Oh, it wasn't a problem. How is the interview going?" I looked at Ethan, who was smiling like the idiot that he is. He gave me thumbs up. Is Lizzie not suspicious of any of this?
After what seemed like hours of more questions, mostly asked by me, with idiotic commentary by Ethan, I finally decided that we had enough, and that we better get home.
Lizzie saw us to the door as we left her house. I thought that was never going to be over.
Once we were on the sidewalk, Ethan looked at me, "Where to now, chief?"
"I don't know," I said, "I guess you can go home."
Wait! He should not be left alone with my parents! They'll suspect something.
"Okay, see you Monday, Gordo. Its been fun being you."
"Uh, Ethan," I said, "Maybe we shouldn't go home yet. I mean, maybe we should stick together. That way, people won't become suspicious if one of us messes up."
Ethan nodded his head, "I see your point. I mean, we only have like what, two more hours of this, right?"
I wish, "No Ethan, we have six and a half more days of this."
"Whoa. What?? That can't be. I thought you said seven hours!"
I shook my head. That boy never listens, "No, seven days."
"But, no offense, Gordo, but I can't be you for seven days! I mean, I just can't! Its impossible!"
I nodded my head, "I know what you mean, but I can't do anything to help you."
"So, we will have to go to school as each other?"
Unless we are both mysteriously sick, I hate to say it, but yes. Why do you think I want to be back so badly, Ethan? "Yeah, for a whole week."
"Impossible!"
I nodded my head, "Yeah it is. So, tonight, we should either go to your house or my house."
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess so. I haven't had a sleep-over in a while, but I guess we will have to do this."
"The only question is, which house?" I asked.
"I think we should go to my dad's house," he said, "I only see him every other weekend, so it would b nice to see him."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay, we'll go to your house. First, though, we should go to my house to get some clothes for you."
"I have to wear your clothes?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, you have to."
"Ewww!"
Get over it! It's my body! It's not that disgusting! My clothes belong on my body.
"Oh, come on. Let's get this over with!" I said, and I walked a little faster to my house.
"Okay, let's just hope that my dad is cool with this."
Oh, right. Ethan's dad was going to call me, wasn't he? Oops. Let's hope he somehow forgot.
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