This I didn't really change but you'll survive right? I wrote most of it anyways! Ask the werret!
Midnight Movie Messages from Me
Chapter 2 Parents and Pajamas
Miranda finally hung up and I was able to rest my ears. Man those Mexican girls can really move their jaws. That's not a bad thing cause I love Miranda dearly and all but God, sometimes a girl in heartbreak, needs to rest and NOT, I repeat NOT have to hear her best friend talk about the wonders of her boyfriend, or as she says, her "Snuggle Bunny!"
I gulped down three bottles of water to stop the gag response. Miranda just doesn't get it sometimes. She believes that everyone is happy when she is and sad when she is. Well Earth to Miranda, the world doesn't revolve around her! It revolves around me and I revolve around Gordo!
I'm miserable and you know why? Well first of all, bounce is on the radio and I just found out that Gordo has stuff to do on V-Day! I have to scream, he is mine and the evil chick that has caught his eye has to perish slowly and painfully! So maybe I'm being a little harsh, but I'm head-over-heels for this guy.
I guess my thoughts will have to wait cause tonight is movie night with the love of my life and the large-mouthed girl who claims to know how I feel at every moment in my pathetic life. Riiiiiiiiiight!
Miranda picked me up and we walked to Gordo's. I ambled along wasting all the minutes I could and knew I was being ridiculous. It wasn't his fault that he had fallen for somebody, just like it wasn't my fault that I had fallen for him. Maybe I could get drunk tonight, kiss him, and blame it all on the alcohol. Except I know for a fact that Gordo doesn't have alcohol in his house.
Miranda was dressed to kill, in a short, leather mini skirt. Her red tube top showed a lot of her stomach and was sort of low in front. Tall red boots over fishnet stockings completed her ensemble and there I was wearing my green PJ bottoms with Monkeys on them, and a white tank top. My slippers were big, and puffy, in the shape of sneakers. Gordo had thought that I should get them, and we had bought matching pairs. They were worth it. Every time Gordo saw the slippers, he would flash me his hundred-watt smile, and start the sweat on my back. Miranda had pulled her hair into a bun and curled one strand down her neck. My hair was in a ponytail and it was a messy one at that!
We walked up the front steps and stood on his porch. Miranda rang the doorbell three times like we always did when his parents were away, and he answered the door. He was wearing blue, plaid, pajama bottoms and a white muscle shirt. His hair was sexily tousled and his blue eyes were turned on me! I almost melted into the wooden stair. He smiled at my red cheeks and motioned for us to follow him inside.
His house was cleaner than normal. No dirty laundry piled on the kitchen table, no shoes left all across the hall. There weren't even any dirt dishes in the sink. Miranda and I started for the living room where their 52" TV was stored but Gordo grabbed my arm and turned me to face him, smiling at my shocked expression.
"The cable's not working!" he stated matter-of-factly. "We can watch in my parent's room!" his eyes traveled down my body and hovered on my slippers. I giggled at his expression of recognition and he laughed too. His gently dropped my arm and I bit my lip hard.
"Oww!" I cried out and we both cracked like walnuts in a nutcracker. I tasted blood and my breath hitched. I'm too squeamish! I can't even stand shaving nicks and my period is the death of me! Gordo once even squirted a mixture of red water and ketchup on my lunch tray once and I almost fainted. I kinda forgot about the blood when Gordo reached out his hand and wiped it from my lip. His hand was warm and it tingled when it touched my lips.
"You okay?" Gordo always has a way of making me feel better. From when I stub my toe to when I'm vomiting in Science class, he's like my security blanket only alive and much, much cuter.
I only nodded and winced as he brushed my lips again, they were sore but the bleeding had stopped.
"It's kinda sore!" I whispered, feeling my lip open up again. He slowly licked his lips and I shivered involuntarily. Gordo rested his hand on my cheek, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned his forehead against mine and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Then I guess I'll have to kiss it better won't I?" I knew he was teasing but I still hoped that he would. Fate must have been feeling very generous because one moment my lip was bleeding and the next it was pressed against his.
The kiss was pure bliss even though it wasn't really romantic. I felt fireworks though and it might've been my imagination but I think he felt them too. I did manage to wrap my arms around his neck and his arms found my waist. I couldn't help imagining what would happen if his parents walked in on us kissing in pajamas. Somehow, I don't think it would have been very pretty.
Gordo pulled me closer and I thought I felt something, but I was probably mistaken. I wasn't hot enough and he didn't think of me like that. Miranda had been sitting in the living room waiting on us for about five minutes. She walked up on us and cleared her throat. We broke apart slowly and I burned to a crisp again. Gordo, however, stayed calm. Red definitely does not go with me complexion and it annoys me how I always acquire a mock sunburn around my BEST FRIEND!
"So did I interrupt anything? Is there something I should know?" Was there ever! She had just interrupted the most important moment of my life!
"Of course not Rands!" Gordo chuckled, "I was just saving Liz from the sight of blood! Her lip was bleeding!" Miranda gave him the look that always seems to come when someone is telling an unbelievable truth.
She shook her head at us and I blushed even darker than before. Miranda rolled her eyes and followed me up to his parents' room. The room was big, lightly furnished with beige velvet couches and a four-poster bed. Gordo's parents were psychologists and rich! The TV was larger than my Dad's 72- inch screen and totally flat. We piled onto the bed as Gordo ran to get popcorn and sodas and flicked on the Television. Miranda hopped off of the covers for a bathroom break and the screen became fuzzy.
Gordo popped into the room, a tray balanced on his palm and a video tucked under his arm. The video was Annie and I squealed when I noticed the title. Annie was my most favorite movie ever. When I was little I played the role of Molly in the Hill Ridge community theatre, and I had never forgotten the songs. The movie started and we all piled onto Gordo's bed. I sat in the middle, with Miranda on my right and Gordo on my left. The movie went fast and soon Randa was saying she had to leave. I was still standing on the bed singing "Tomorrow" and dancing around like a crazed maniac. My tank top had ridden up my belly and I had to stop every few seconds to pull my enormous pants up. Thanks to my mom's wish for me to "grow into all my clothes"
Gordo was laughing and Miranda struggled to the door, frantic to leave before a pulled her into the song with me. A hand rapped on the door and Mrs. Sanchez appeared, waving at Gordo and me. It always surprised me how much Miranda looked like her mom. They had the same dark hair and big brown eyes, they were both tall and stocky, if that makes sense, and they LOVED to shop! Miranda quickly applied some strawberry lip-gloss and blew kisses at us. Gordo clutched his cheek and fell off the bed, pretending to be mortally wounded. I, however, was more mature and I caught the goodbye and threw one back.
The door shut behind Miranda and her mom and the tension swelled fast. Gordo was propped back on his elbows, staring at me from the floor while I stood on his bed with my arms in the air. I slipped off my feet and bounced into a sitting position on the bed. He raised his eyebrow at me and I flipped my hair back at him.
"God McGuire!" he chuckled, "If only you knew what you do to me!" he leaned forward; pulling the pressure off of his hands and grinned at me suggestively.
I turned red again and mentally slapped myself. 'This is your best friend' I scolded myself 'he's just teasing you! Act cool and smooth!'
Great, now I sound like Ethan! I giggled and Gordo blushed slightly for the first time tonight.
"Is that supposed to mean something Liz?" he choked on the words and I colored also.
Silence was never something I could stand. Now it seemed to settle over everything like a suffocating blanket so that I couldn't breathe or think. I needed to say something to relieve the soundless wave of air. Instead, the phone spared me. Gordo answered.
"Oh hey Matt! Sure she's right here!" He handed me the phone and our hands briefly met.
"Hey Matt what wrong?" my little brother could be such a pest sometimes but if he was in any trouble I would be the first one at his side. Gordo stood and walked towards the bed.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if I can stay at Lanny's tonight? Since Mom's away and you're coming home late."
"Wait, Mom and Dad aren't home?" This was a shocker. The day my best friend and me passionately kiss, they won't be home at night.
"That's what I said!" Matt drawled and I could almost see his scowl of annoyance. "Blondes" I heard him mutter briefly and I laughed.
"Sure Mat, as long as it's okay with Lanny's parents, you can go! Just make sure you leave a note for our parental units incase I don't go home tonight!" I heard him sigh 'yes' and the phone click.
I handed the cordless back to Gordo, who was standing right in front of me.
"What was that all about?" he grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Not much, my parents are away and Matt wanted to sleep over at Lanny's. That's all!"
He nodded and ran a hand through his dark hair.
"I should probably go home! I don't think my parents want the house empty tonight!" he nodded in agreement and held out a hand to help me to my feet.
"Okay Baby, I'll walk you home." I nodded and let him pull me to my feet as we walked down the steps and out of his house into the dark evening.
I opened the front door and we walked inside. I closed it behind me just as a few scattered raindrops started to fall. There was a storm coming. I shuddered. Storms are another thing I cannot stand. They are just too dark and too loud and too scary. I walked into the kitchen and flicked the light when the first boom of thunder shook the house. I gave a little shriek and felt Gordo's arms wrap around me from behind.
"Gordo? I'm scared!" My voice came out a whisper.
"You don't need to be! I'll always protect you!"
"Oh yeah! What a gallant knight you are!" i smirked and earned myself a wap from the spatula lying on the counter
A/N: Cliff Hanger. Okay I know this is hard but if you can remove one hand from the edge of the cliff, risk your life and review, I'll send a rescue plane for you sooner! Muahahahaha
(this A/N was mine too so it stays! MUAHAHAHAHAHA)
