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Life As
We Know It
Ch3
Discoveries
LIZZIE'S POV I hope they're okay. I only have two guesses as to what it is, but neither are good. Either her parents are divorcing, or...I can't even say it. I better pack quickly and drive the fastest I can safely. "Bye ya'll, see you tomorrow hopefully, but I packed more than one outfit if I don't." "Bye Lizzie, and be safe!" "Yeah, yeah." "I'll make you think yeah, yeah." "Whatever, lata!" (AT MIRANDA'S HOUSE) "DING! DONG!" "Lizzie, is that you?" "Yeah Rander, I'm here. What's up?" "Come in first, and sit on the couch." "I'm sitting. Now tell me what is wrong." "Well, you know Danny and I have been going out for about six months?" "Yes." She just has to beat around the bush, doesn't she?! "Well, and you know how I told you we've been getting really close?" "Yes, stop beating around the bush, Miranda!" "Ok. Well, I'm...I'm.....Uh..." Miranda said, as she started to quietly cry, "I'm pregnant." "Are you fucking lying to me? I thought you said ya'll were careful! That doesn't usually happen if you use protection." "Well it did, and no I'm not fucking lying to you. I wish I was. Please don't judge me. I already have that from my parents. My dad just said he's gonna kick me out, and he left. Mom couldn't bear being around me so she went to your house to talk and she needed to talk to your mother to restrain from killing me. They hate me, and to top it off, Danny just broke up with me. He claims that he never stuck his dick in my pants, but I know different. We've done it countless times, and we've just been going out for like 6 months. I guess I won't get child support." "What are you going to do?" I asked changing my tone from pissed off to pure concern for my friend. "I mean, are you going to keep it?" "I want to, but I don't know if my parents will let me, but then again, I'm not sure my dad won't completely kick me out of the house. I'm hoping he was just pissed off and didn't mean it. If he did, I may move in with you, McGuire." "You're always welcome here, until the baby starts keeping me up, then I don't know what you'll do." "I hope you're joking." "You know I am. But I still love you and I'll always be your friend. I hope you're gonna be okay." "I will, now I want details about your date, and I wanna know about your necklace." "Ok. Gordo picked me up at my house." "I was there, remember?" "Ok, anyway, well, he picked me up, and then we went to his house. His mom like barely refrained from giving me a sex talk like my mom did. Then, he told me to close my eyes and he led me to a place in the park. He had lasagna, French rolls, and he had my favorite home-made ice cream that only my mom knows how to make. He gave me this necklace and I gave him his watch. Add a lot of making out, and you have our date. It was romantic until it came thirty minutes before curfew and we had to rush and get home quickly. We talked about ourselves and about the town whore." "Kate?" "Yes, and we talked about her boyfriend, who we think she's done, the baby's daddy, stuff like that. When he took me home, my parents caught us making out as we were saying goodnight, and they started yelling at me about all kinds of shit. Then you called and I'm here. I had planned to have ya'll come over to my house tomorrow, or rather this afternoon, but I'm gonna be here, so I don't think that will work. Oh! I promised I'd call Gordo and I bet he's worried. Does he know?" "Not unless you told him. I didn't tell him about us fucking, and he definitely doesn't know about me being pregnant, so no." "You should tell him. He'll be pissed if he finds out he was last to know. You know how he is about being left out." "Yeah...I'll call him later. Or maybe you should tell him. He's your boyfriend...but then again, he's my friend too. I don't know what I'm gonna do," she said, breaking down into tears again. "About the baby...I don't have any money, and my dad said he wasn't going to help me. I'll need more money than I could ever make just to raise it, then you have to think about daycare...that'll be a fortune." "Miranda, what are you talking about?" "The baby..." "I mean what, do you think you are gonna have to raise it by yourself? Of course you're not! I'll be there for you, and I'm pretty sure your mother will watch it while you are in school. No matter how hurt she is, she'll be happy when she has a grandbaby. She is like any mother; she wanted grandchildren as soon as her babies were too old to be spoiled like newborn babies. I know my mother is one of the worst. She was talking to my dad before, telling him that she wouldn't hate if I had a child, she wanted one so badly-a grandchild, that is-and I don't think she meant for me to hear that, but I did, so now I know she wants me to have a child. She just doesn't want me to be having sex. By the way, did she know you were I mean did you have her permission?" "Hell no! I kinda did it behind her back, and she didn't know until after I told her I was pregnant. She read my diary and read about me having sex, but she knew my period was late and when I told her, she didn't really say much. She was expecting it." "RING! RING!" "I wonder who that is. Edward isn't gonna call me and unless it's Mom, then no one should call." "Miranda, I bet it's Gordo, and since when did you call your dad by his first name?" "Since he disowned me." "Good reason. I'll get it." "Hello?" "Lizzie?" "Hey sexy! I meant to call you, but my parents kinda yelled at me." "What about?"
"They were being dumb asses. I don't know. Miranda's mom called and asked if I would come over, so I never fully found out. It doesn't bother me, though. They're always pissed at me for something or another. What can I say, they're full of shit." "Lizzie! They care for you, and it's probably something they're not telling you. Are you descent?" "That depends on your definition of descent. Right now, I am putting on my pajamas." "Can I help you?" "No, then they definitely wouldn't be on, they'd be thrown on the floor." "That's what I mean. I just can't wait 'til Saturday!" "It is, silly! But you mean next Saturday. Me neither, but I'm not sure now if I want to." "Why?" "I'll tell you later. I'm gonna ask Miranda if you can come over. (TO MIRANDA) "Rander, can Gordo come over tonight?" "Sure, if his parents don't mind. My mom already said that he could if he wanted to, as long as his parents would let him." "Go ask your parents, Miranda said you could." "Okay. Give me a minute to ask them. (TO PARENTS) Mom, Dad, can I spend the night at Miranda's?" "Is Lizzie?" "I think so, but she didn't say." "Yes, but remember what we talked about." "Yeah, yeah. I'll see ya'll tomorrow sometime. (TO LIZZIE) They said I could, so I'll be over in about five minutes. I gotta pack. I'll be there in about five minutes." "What was that about him wishing it was Saturday and the pj's on the floor? I thought you weren't ready to have sex. I figured my being pregnant would definitely convince you to wait." "Well, we talked about it on our date, and decided that we thought we are ready. If I had known you were pregnant, I may not have decided to, but we both want to." "Well, please promise you will both be careful." "I will. I'm gonna get put on the pill." "I thought your mom didn't want you to." "She doesn't, but there is a place where you can go without any adults. They provide condoms and will write you a prescription if you can get a signed permission slip. I can forge a signature like nobody's business." "Liz, that's wrong! Your mom needs to know that you are on the pill, even if she disagrees with you having sex." "She doesn't disagree, she forbids it, but that won't stop me. I always go against what she says." "Just be careful. I think that one pregnant person in our neighbor hood is enough." "I agree. We will. I hope that doesn't hurt you." "It kinda disappoints me that you are so soon after we talked, but it's your choice. I won't hate you if you do." "Thanks." "Yeah, so is Gordo coming over?" "Yeah. He should be here any minute." "DING DONG!" "Correction, he's here. (WALKING TO THE DOOR) So, are you gonna tell him tonight?" "What do you think?" "You better, or I will accidentally spill it. But please don't make everything tense. I don't want to be like, afraid to hold his hand because we're afraid it will lead to me getting pregnant, which it won't. But that doesn't mean we won't have sex." "Yeah, yeah, so you say. But don't like start fondling each other around me. That would be really weird. I love you both, but that doesn't mean I want to see ya'll remind me of my mistake." "Ok. I promise we won't have sex in the room you're in." "Ha ha. He's probably getting annoyed waiting." (OPENING THE DOOR) "Hey sexy! I'm sorry we kept you waiting." "That's okay. You're worth the wait. Nice pajamas, Lizzie," he said, eyeing my silky pink pajama tank top and shorts. (SITTING ON THE COUCH) "What's wrong Miranda? Are you okay?" "Do I fuckin' look like I'm okay?" "No. What's wrong?" "I'll tell you what's wrong, Danny's a bastard!" she said, not crying but extremely pissed. "What did he do?" Gordo said, sitting on the floor to be across from Miranda on the recliner. "Okay. Let me start at the beginning. Well, Danny and I have...Had been going out...went out for six months, and in those six months, we felt we were close. Close enough to have sex." Gordo sighed; I know he's figured it out! "And we did it on more than one occasion. Almost every time we went on a date to be exact. And in those times, sometime I conceived a baby. The only thing is we used a condom every damn time." "So you're pregnant. Are you okay?" "Well, my dad said he's gonna disown me and my mom is really 'hurt', as she put it. So, I am not okay. And now Danny's saying that we never had sex, which is total bullshit. I just wish he would get some fuckin' balls and just admit he knocked me up. It's not like I expect him to keep it. I just wish he would help me take care of it. I am gonna tell his parents and see if they can help me out, like watch it or pay some of the millions of dollars it takes to raise a child." "That was a stupid question. Sorry I asked. So, do you want to watch a movie?" "That sounds great," I added, glad for a change in subject. I know there will be plenty of time to talk about Danny and all the hell she's gonna put him thru for denying their relationship. I just wish he would feel happy they are going to have a baby. "Hey Miranda?" "Yeah." "Have you got any new movies?" "Yeah, I got 'Something's Gotta Give', '50 First Dates', 'Stepford Wives' and 'Cold Mountain'. What do you want to watch?" "Anything's fine with me. What about you Lizzie?" "I kinda want to see 'Something's Gotta Give,' but if you want to watch something else I'll be fine with that." "I've seen all of them, so let's watch 'Something's Gotta Give' since you want to, Lizzie." "Thanks. Gordo, don't you want to put on something more comfortable, like pajamas?" I asked, giving him a seductive look. "Yeah, I'll be right back." "You can change in my room, Gordo," Miranda said. I bet she saw the look I gave him. "Ok." "Lizzie!" "What?" "I saw that!" So she did see that look! "Saw what?" "Don't play dumb with me! I saw that look you gave him. Hands off while I'm in the room!"
"Then leave the room!" "What?!" "I'm just joking. We'll leave the room if we have to do anything. I'm still kidding! We aren't that comfortable with each other. It's not like I give him bj's all the time or anything. In fact, I haven't ever. Speaking of, did you ever give anyone one?" "Well, yes. I gave the asshole a few, but other than him, no. I never had oral with anyone else but him. I told myself that it was wrong and refused until Danny and I started going out. I quickly changed my mind because he about broke up with me because I wouldn't give him head. After I had sex with him he realized that I would put out so he stayed with me. Now look where I am. Exactly how far have you two gone?" "We kissed but that's it." "No roaming hands? No rubbing your back and trying to unhook your bra?" "Hell no! We've just made out. That's it. I told you all we did was kiss. I just wish we could do more. It's not like I chose to still be a virgin now, I just never felt like having sex. I think that's why Ethan wanted to be 'just friends' last year. Well, I'm plenty happy with Gordo now. He's more than enough to calm my cravings for a man." Gordo walked in, wearing nothing but boxers. "Lover boy, you might want to put some pants and a shirt on in case my mom or Edward walks in. You don't want them to suspect the worse, and considering the predicament we're in, I wouldn't be surprised," Miranda said, making Gordo turn a deep red and leave the room as suddenly as he came in. "Miranda, why did you do that? I wanted to have some fun!" "Well, we can watch the movie and still have fun, but he has to have descent clothes in case an adult comes in. You know that." "Yeah, but I was gonna have some fun, make him want to take it further." "In other words, try to make him hard." "Must you be so blunt?"
"Hell yeah I must. You're wearing a silk tank top and shorts; you wouldn't have to try hard." "Yeah. I am just that damn sexy." "Oh, yeah, Lizzie, no one can resist you," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "You know it." I told her, making the two of us break out into giggles and causing her to throw a pillow off the couch at me. "I'm gonna put my pj's on in the bathroom. Please warn me if ya'll are doing anything I wouldn't want to see." "Ok then, you may want to like cough very loudly." Gordo just entered the room. I wish Miranda would leave so we could be alone. (AS MIRANDA WALKS OUT THE ROOM) "Hey sexy!" I said, making Miranda walk out even faster. "Hey, so where were we?" he asked, and I knew exactly what he meant. He meant where we were when my parents called me inside. "I believe I was somewhere around...here," I said, placing my lips on his neck and making him shiver. "Then I must be..."Gordo said, putting his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pushed his tongue in harder. He let his hands roam around my back, gradually getting lower, until he found the waistband of my shorts and ran his hands around the top. I ran my fingers through his hair, and began nibbling on his ear. He moaned and started placing quick pecks on my neck and working his hands up my shirt until he found the clasp of my bra. I tugged at the band of his sweatpants, and eventually untied them. "Lizzie, we need to stop," he said, though his now loose sweatpants didn't conceal his boner. "Why?" I asked, slightly brushing his erection. I could tell he was reluctant to stop, but he knew we needed to. I knew we needed to, but I wanted to take it as far as he would. "Because Miranda is stomping down the hall." "Ok," I said, running my fingers up his shirt and feeling, for the first time, his rock hard abs. My man's been working out! He never said anything about working out before. I guess he was just waiting for the right time, like I am. He doesn't know that I have a six-pack, he felt up my back. I wish we were alone. I love Miranda to death, but she always walks in at the wrong fuckin' time. We were going farther than we have ever gone before. I guess she couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer. I mean, she probably got tired waiting for us to get done, since she knew we wouldn't any time soon. I guess I should be glad she walked in, so I wouldn't lose my virginity on her couch. I'd rather do it on my bed! It will be more special, because I can, like, have candles and play our songs, "With You," and "The Way "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Miranda said, making me give her the 'what the fuck do you think dumb ass?!' look. She caught it and gave me a 'shut the fuck up!' look in response, while Gordo just waited for us to squeal and go into 'Oh My God!' mode. "Well, I think we need to, like, put in the movie," she said, getting the DVD out of its case and putting it in the player. "Ok. Do ya'll want me to get you something to drink while I'm up?" "No thank you," Miranda said. "I'll take a water, Lizzie, if you don't mind," Gordo asked, tying back his pants as the phone rang. "No problem. Do you want me to get that?" "No, Liz, it's probably mom." NO ONE'S POV "Is this Miranda Sanchez?" "Yes," she replied, wondering who it was. "This is Sergeant Johnson. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said, as Miranda dropped the phone.
LIZZIE'S POV I hope they're okay. I only have two guesses as to what it is, but neither are good. Either her parents are divorcing, or...I can't even say it. I better pack quickly and drive the fastest I can safely. "Bye ya'll, see you tomorrow hopefully, but I packed more than one outfit if I don't." "Bye Lizzie, and be safe!" "Yeah, yeah." "I'll make you think yeah, yeah." "Whatever, lata!" (AT MIRANDA'S HOUSE) "DING! DONG!" "Lizzie, is that you?" "Yeah Rander, I'm here. What's up?" "Come in first, and sit on the couch." "I'm sitting. Now tell me what is wrong." "Well, you know Danny and I have been going out for about six months?" "Yes." She just has to beat around the bush, doesn't she?! "Well, and you know how I told you we've been getting really close?" "Yes, stop beating around the bush, Miranda!" "Ok. Well, I'm...I'm.....Uh..." Miranda said, as she started to quietly cry, "I'm pregnant." "Are you fucking lying to me? I thought you said ya'll were careful! That doesn't usually happen if you use protection." "Well it did, and no I'm not fucking lying to you. I wish I was. Please don't judge me. I already have that from my parents. My dad just said he's gonna kick me out, and he left. Mom couldn't bear being around me so she went to your house to talk and she needed to talk to your mother to restrain from killing me. They hate me, and to top it off, Danny just broke up with me. He claims that he never stuck his dick in my pants, but I know different. We've done it countless times, and we've just been going out for like 6 months. I guess I won't get child support." "What are you going to do?" I asked changing my tone from pissed off to pure concern for my friend. "I mean, are you going to keep it?" "I want to, but I don't know if my parents will let me, but then again, I'm not sure my dad won't completely kick me out of the house. I'm hoping he was just pissed off and didn't mean it. If he did, I may move in with you, McGuire." "You're always welcome here, until the baby starts keeping me up, then I don't know what you'll do." "I hope you're joking." "You know I am. But I still love you and I'll always be your friend. I hope you're gonna be okay." "I will, now I want details about your date, and I wanna know about your necklace." "Ok. Gordo picked me up at my house." "I was there, remember?" "Ok, anyway, well, he picked me up, and then we went to his house. His mom like barely refrained from giving me a sex talk like my mom did. Then, he told me to close my eyes and he led me to a place in the park. He had lasagna, French rolls, and he had my favorite home-made ice cream that only my mom knows how to make. He gave me this necklace and I gave him his watch. Add a lot of making out, and you have our date. It was romantic until it came thirty minutes before curfew and we had to rush and get home quickly. We talked about ourselves and about the town whore." "Kate?" "Yes, and we talked about her boyfriend, who we think she's done, the baby's daddy, stuff like that. When he took me home, my parents caught us making out as we were saying goodnight, and they started yelling at me about all kinds of shit. Then you called and I'm here. I had planned to have ya'll come over to my house tomorrow, or rather this afternoon, but I'm gonna be here, so I don't think that will work. Oh! I promised I'd call Gordo and I bet he's worried. Does he know?" "Not unless you told him. I didn't tell him about us fucking, and he definitely doesn't know about me being pregnant, so no." "You should tell him. He'll be pissed if he finds out he was last to know. You know how he is about being left out." "Yeah...I'll call him later. Or maybe you should tell him. He's your boyfriend...but then again, he's my friend too. I don't know what I'm gonna do," she said, breaking down into tears again. "About the baby...I don't have any money, and my dad said he wasn't going to help me. I'll need more money than I could ever make just to raise it, then you have to think about daycare...that'll be a fortune." "Miranda, what are you talking about?" "The baby..." "I mean what, do you think you are gonna have to raise it by yourself? Of course you're not! I'll be there for you, and I'm pretty sure your mother will watch it while you are in school. No matter how hurt she is, she'll be happy when she has a grandbaby. She is like any mother; she wanted grandchildren as soon as her babies were too old to be spoiled like newborn babies. I know my mother is one of the worst. She was talking to my dad before, telling him that she wouldn't hate if I had a child, she wanted one so badly-a grandchild, that is-and I don't think she meant for me to hear that, but I did, so now I know she wants me to have a child. She just doesn't want me to be having sex. By the way, did she know you were I mean did you have her permission?" "Hell no! I kinda did it behind her back, and she didn't know until after I told her I was pregnant. She read my diary and read about me having sex, but she knew my period was late and when I told her, she didn't really say much. She was expecting it." "RING! RING!" "I wonder who that is. Edward isn't gonna call me and unless it's Mom, then no one should call." "Miranda, I bet it's Gordo, and since when did you call your dad by his first name?" "Since he disowned me." "Good reason. I'll get it." "Hello?" "Lizzie?" "Hey sexy! I meant to call you, but my parents kinda yelled at me." "What about?"
"They were being dumb asses. I don't know. Miranda's mom called and asked if I would come over, so I never fully found out. It doesn't bother me, though. They're always pissed at me for something or another. What can I say, they're full of shit." "Lizzie! They care for you, and it's probably something they're not telling you. Are you descent?" "That depends on your definition of descent. Right now, I am putting on my pajamas." "Can I help you?" "No, then they definitely wouldn't be on, they'd be thrown on the floor." "That's what I mean. I just can't wait 'til Saturday!" "It is, silly! But you mean next Saturday. Me neither, but I'm not sure now if I want to." "Why?" "I'll tell you later. I'm gonna ask Miranda if you can come over. (TO MIRANDA) "Rander, can Gordo come over tonight?" "Sure, if his parents don't mind. My mom already said that he could if he wanted to, as long as his parents would let him." "Go ask your parents, Miranda said you could." "Okay. Give me a minute to ask them. (TO PARENTS) Mom, Dad, can I spend the night at Miranda's?" "Is Lizzie?" "I think so, but she didn't say." "Yes, but remember what we talked about." "Yeah, yeah. I'll see ya'll tomorrow sometime. (TO LIZZIE) They said I could, so I'll be over in about five minutes. I gotta pack. I'll be there in about five minutes." "What was that about him wishing it was Saturday and the pj's on the floor? I thought you weren't ready to have sex. I figured my being pregnant would definitely convince you to wait." "Well, we talked about it on our date, and decided that we thought we are ready. If I had known you were pregnant, I may not have decided to, but we both want to." "Well, please promise you will both be careful." "I will. I'm gonna get put on the pill." "I thought your mom didn't want you to." "She doesn't, but there is a place where you can go without any adults. They provide condoms and will write you a prescription if you can get a signed permission slip. I can forge a signature like nobody's business." "Liz, that's wrong! Your mom needs to know that you are on the pill, even if she disagrees with you having sex." "She doesn't disagree, she forbids it, but that won't stop me. I always go against what she says." "Just be careful. I think that one pregnant person in our neighbor hood is enough." "I agree. We will. I hope that doesn't hurt you." "It kinda disappoints me that you are so soon after we talked, but it's your choice. I won't hate you if you do." "Thanks." "Yeah, so is Gordo coming over?" "Yeah. He should be here any minute." "DING DONG!" "Correction, he's here. (WALKING TO THE DOOR) So, are you gonna tell him tonight?" "What do you think?" "You better, or I will accidentally spill it. But please don't make everything tense. I don't want to be like, afraid to hold his hand because we're afraid it will lead to me getting pregnant, which it won't. But that doesn't mean we won't have sex." "Yeah, yeah, so you say. But don't like start fondling each other around me. That would be really weird. I love you both, but that doesn't mean I want to see ya'll remind me of my mistake." "Ok. I promise we won't have sex in the room you're in." "Ha ha. He's probably getting annoyed waiting." (OPENING THE DOOR) "Hey sexy! I'm sorry we kept you waiting." "That's okay. You're worth the wait. Nice pajamas, Lizzie," he said, eyeing my silky pink pajama tank top and shorts. (SITTING ON THE COUCH) "What's wrong Miranda? Are you okay?" "Do I fuckin' look like I'm okay?" "No. What's wrong?" "I'll tell you what's wrong, Danny's a bastard!" she said, not crying but extremely pissed. "What did he do?" Gordo said, sitting on the floor to be across from Miranda on the recliner. "Okay. Let me start at the beginning. Well, Danny and I have...Had been going out...went out for six months, and in those six months, we felt we were close. Close enough to have sex." Gordo sighed; I know he's figured it out! "And we did it on more than one occasion. Almost every time we went on a date to be exact. And in those times, sometime I conceived a baby. The only thing is we used a condom every damn time." "So you're pregnant. Are you okay?" "Well, my dad said he's gonna disown me and my mom is really 'hurt', as she put it. So, I am not okay. And now Danny's saying that we never had sex, which is total bullshit. I just wish he would get some fuckin' balls and just admit he knocked me up. It's not like I expect him to keep it. I just wish he would help me take care of it. I am gonna tell his parents and see if they can help me out, like watch it or pay some of the millions of dollars it takes to raise a child." "That was a stupid question. Sorry I asked. So, do you want to watch a movie?" "That sounds great," I added, glad for a change in subject. I know there will be plenty of time to talk about Danny and all the hell she's gonna put him thru for denying their relationship. I just wish he would feel happy they are going to have a baby. "Hey Miranda?" "Yeah." "Have you got any new movies?" "Yeah, I got 'Something's Gotta Give', '50 First Dates', 'Stepford Wives' and 'Cold Mountain'. What do you want to watch?" "Anything's fine with me. What about you Lizzie?" "I kinda want to see 'Something's Gotta Give,' but if you want to watch something else I'll be fine with that." "I've seen all of them, so let's watch 'Something's Gotta Give' since you want to, Lizzie." "Thanks. Gordo, don't you want to put on something more comfortable, like pajamas?" I asked, giving him a seductive look. "Yeah, I'll be right back." "You can change in my room, Gordo," Miranda said. I bet she saw the look I gave him. "Ok." "Lizzie!" "What?" "I saw that!" So she did see that look! "Saw what?" "Don't play dumb with me! I saw that look you gave him. Hands off while I'm in the room!"
"Then leave the room!" "What?!" "I'm just joking. We'll leave the room if we have to do anything. I'm still kidding! We aren't that comfortable with each other. It's not like I give him bj's all the time or anything. In fact, I haven't ever. Speaking of, did you ever give anyone one?" "Well, yes. I gave the asshole a few, but other than him, no. I never had oral with anyone else but him. I told myself that it was wrong and refused until Danny and I started going out. I quickly changed my mind because he about broke up with me because I wouldn't give him head. After I had sex with him he realized that I would put out so he stayed with me. Now look where I am. Exactly how far have you two gone?" "We kissed but that's it." "No roaming hands? No rubbing your back and trying to unhook your bra?" "Hell no! We've just made out. That's it. I told you all we did was kiss. I just wish we could do more. It's not like I chose to still be a virgin now, I just never felt like having sex. I think that's why Ethan wanted to be 'just friends' last year. Well, I'm plenty happy with Gordo now. He's more than enough to calm my cravings for a man." Gordo walked in, wearing nothing but boxers. "Lover boy, you might want to put some pants and a shirt on in case my mom or Edward walks in. You don't want them to suspect the worse, and considering the predicament we're in, I wouldn't be surprised," Miranda said, making Gordo turn a deep red and leave the room as suddenly as he came in. "Miranda, why did you do that? I wanted to have some fun!" "Well, we can watch the movie and still have fun, but he has to have descent clothes in case an adult comes in. You know that." "Yeah, but I was gonna have some fun, make him want to take it further." "In other words, try to make him hard." "Must you be so blunt?"
"Hell yeah I must. You're wearing a silk tank top and shorts; you wouldn't have to try hard." "Yeah. I am just that damn sexy." "Oh, yeah, Lizzie, no one can resist you," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "You know it." I told her, making the two of us break out into giggles and causing her to throw a pillow off the couch at me. "I'm gonna put my pj's on in the bathroom. Please warn me if ya'll are doing anything I wouldn't want to see." "Ok then, you may want to like cough very loudly." Gordo just entered the room. I wish Miranda would leave so we could be alone. (AS MIRANDA WALKS OUT THE ROOM) "Hey sexy!" I said, making Miranda walk out even faster. "Hey, so where were we?" he asked, and I knew exactly what he meant. He meant where we were when my parents called me inside. "I believe I was somewhere around...here," I said, placing my lips on his neck and making him shiver. "Then I must be..."Gordo said, putting his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pushed his tongue in harder. He let his hands roam around my back, gradually getting lower, until he found the waistband of my shorts and ran his hands around the top. I ran my fingers through his hair, and began nibbling on his ear. He moaned and started placing quick pecks on my neck and working his hands up my shirt until he found the clasp of my bra. I tugged at the band of his sweatpants, and eventually untied them. "Lizzie, we need to stop," he said, though his now loose sweatpants didn't conceal his boner. "Why?" I asked, slightly brushing his erection. I could tell he was reluctant to stop, but he knew we needed to. I knew we needed to, but I wanted to take it as far as he would. "Because Miranda is stomping down the hall." "Ok," I said, running my fingers up his shirt and feeling, for the first time, his rock hard abs. My man's been working out! He never said anything about working out before. I guess he was just waiting for the right time, like I am. He doesn't know that I have a six-pack, he felt up my back. I wish we were alone. I love Miranda to death, but she always walks in at the wrong fuckin' time. We were going farther than we have ever gone before. I guess she couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer. I mean, she probably got tired waiting for us to get done, since she knew we wouldn't any time soon. I guess I should be glad she walked in, so I wouldn't lose my virginity on her couch. I'd rather do it on my bed! It will be more special, because I can, like, have candles and play our songs, "With You," and "The Way "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Miranda said, making me give her the 'what the fuck do you think dumb ass?!' look. She caught it and gave me a 'shut the fuck up!' look in response, while Gordo just waited for us to squeal and go into 'Oh My God!' mode. "Well, I think we need to, like, put in the movie," she said, getting the DVD out of its case and putting it in the player. "Ok. Do ya'll want me to get you something to drink while I'm up?" "No thank you," Miranda said. "I'll take a water, Lizzie, if you don't mind," Gordo asked, tying back his pants as the phone rang. "No problem. Do you want me to get that?" "No, Liz, it's probably mom." NO ONE'S POV "Is this Miranda Sanchez?" "Yes," she replied, wondering who it was. "This is Sergeant Johnson. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said, as Miranda dropped the phone.