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Chapter 7

NO POV:

Miranda left Lizzie's house in a hurry after she learned that Lizzie could make it to the date. Lizzie was wondering why she had to leave suddenly, but just shrugged it off. All she could think about was the upcoming date. Lizzie escorted her outside with the words, "Come back soon so we can figure out what I should wear!"

Now she was standing in front of Gordo's front door waiting for someone to answer. Miranda almost wished she had a mirror to make sure that her hair was fixed right. But she caught herself thinking about how she looked around Gordo. "He likes Lizzie," she thought, "get over it."

"Oh. Hi, Miranda. I didn't expect to see you today," said Gordo.

"Why? Is something going on?" asked Miranda.

"No, no. It's one of those lazy summer days again. One of those days where all you have to do is sit and watch TV, or read some stupid comic books that you all ready read ten million times last summer," said Gordo. "Yeah, so I'm not in the middle of anything."

"Ok then," I laughed. We stepped inside his house, and went to the living room.

"So, what's up?" asked Miranda.

"I already told you what's up," said Gordo. Miranda nodded her head. She wasn't quite sure how to say what she wanted to say to Gordo.

"Gordo," she said quietly, "you know that girl you were telling me about?"

"Huh?" asked Gordo.

"The one that you...like," said Miranda hesitantly.

"Yes," said Gordo.

"Well, I know who that girl is," she said.

Gordo shook his head back and forth. "I figured you might. You're smart. You figure out a lot of stuff."

Miranda scooted closer to Gordo on the couch. "I can help you get with Lizzie," said Miranda.

"She'll never like me, Miranda. Nothing will work," sighed Gordo. He picked up a blue pillow and gently threw it against the wall.

"Will you at least listen to my plan?" asked Miranda. "If you have that kind of attitude, you'll never get her to like you. If you try, then maybe she'll realize her feelings."

Gordo's facial expression perked up. He sat upright in his seat. "You mean...she might like me?"

"I'm not sure, Gordo, to tell you the truth. But the fact is that she might. Who wouldn't? You are a great guy!" said Miranda. She looked solemnly at his face. Gordo caught her eyes, and they stayed locked looking at each other for a few seconds. Gordo's smile slowly faded and he quickly looked down.

"Miranda," he asked quietly, "do you..." Then he stopped and started twiddling his thumbs. He cut off his speech suddenly as if he said something that he didn't mean to say. Miranda looked confused.

"What, Gordo?" she asked not knowing what he meant to say.

He looked back at her face. "Do you like me, Miranda?"

Miranda blushed a deep red and quickly turned her glance opposite of Gordo's face. "Of course I like you, Gordo."

"You know what I mean," he said.

"W-why do you want to know?" she asked.

"No reason," he lied. The truth was that Gordo had noticed changes in Miranda lately. When she was around him, she'd act a little differently then she used to. And when he'd talk about Lizzie, she'd seem a little sad. He didn't tell Miranda the reason though, because he didn't want to be pushy.

Miranda blinked away a tear forming in her eye. "No, Miranda," she thought. "You won't let Gordo know your true feelings for him."

"I...wanted...to t-tell y-y-you ab-bout my...plan," stumbled Miranda. She was in the midst of crying, so she was trying to hold back her tears.

"What's wrong, Miranda?" asked Gordo. He took his friend's hand. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes, Gordo. I-I'm fine," stuttered Miranda.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to get you anything? A glass of water? Milk?" he asked quickly.

Miranda laughed. "Gordo!" she giggled. "I'm fine." Gordo relaxed. Miranda said, "What I was trying to say was, I can get you a date with Lizzie."

Gordo coughed. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No. Lizzie's going to be at Garden's Café at six pm on Saturday for a date. And you're going to be there," said Miranda.

"I'm going to be there to spy on her date? And feel jealous?" asked Gordo confusedly.

"No, silly!" laughed Miranda. "You are her date!" She laughed at Gordo's change in expression. Then she threw a pillow at him. "Ha! Gordo, I tell you, you are so oblivious sometimes! So will you do it?"

"Do what?" asked Gordo dumbly.

"Go to the date, stupid!" laughed Miranda.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be there," said Gordo. "But, are you sure it will work? Wait a second. Lizzie wants to go on a date with me? Why didn't she ask me herself?"

Miranda's face fell. She looked down at her hands. "Um," she said, "she doesn't know that the date is you. I told her that it was a mystery man."

"Great, Miranda. She's gonna freak when she finds out that her mystery man is me. Then she'll run out of the café screaming. It's not going to work," said Gordo.

"Yes it will!" exclaimed Miranda.

Gordo shrugged. "If you say so," he said, "but I just don't see it happening according to plan. She'll hate you, she'll hate me..."

"Listen. This will work," interrupted Miranda. "Or else my name isn't Miranda Sanchez!"

"So, Garden's café, Saturday at six pm?" asked Gordo.

Miranda smiled. "Lizzie will be there!"

At least she thought she'd be there. Miranda was starting to be a little unsure of how Lizzie would take the whole thing. What if Gordo was the last guy on earth that she would ever think about going out with? Miranda wiped a droplet of sweat off her forehead. She rested her head on her arm and sighed. No one ever said that getting her two best friends together would be easy.

A/N: Oh my gosh, I love this chapter! Isn't it so MG? :-)