A/N: I won't keep you waiting any longer. Here's the chappie!
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Chapter 4: ItchyLizzie's POV
"Gordo!" Miranda exclaimed. "What the heck are you doing?!"
I whipped my head around and saw Gordo wildly flailing his hands around his head. It took me a minute to realize that he was scratching. All his fingers were scratching different parts of his head, so far underneath his thick mop of curls that it looked like he had no fingertips. He was scratching as fast as he types - his fingers were going at 50 words per minute on his head. He kinda looked like a chimp with fleas (an image permanently plastered in my mind after one of Frado's many stays with us).
"Um, Gordo, are you okay?" I asked with a "What the heck are you doing weirdo?" look on my face.
"I don't know, I just... I can't stop... can't... stop... scratching. Very... very... very... itchy. Itching... not... stopping... ARGH!"
Miranda and I exchanged a "look" before turning back to Gordo. And Miranda said out loud what I as thinking. "Gordo, do you like, have fleas or something?"
By now, Gordo was standing up, he was so aggravated. And the scratching just wouldn't stop. "Miranda! Will you get with the program?" he shouted, still scratching away. "Humans don't get fleas!"
"And you call yourself smart?" she replied. "Humans can get fleas, too. Especially if you're around dogs or cats. The animals can give it to you."
"Yeah, well I haven't been around any animals lately, except for YOUR freakish little biting cousin," he retorted. "When is he going back to Mexico?"
"SHUT UP GORDO!!!" exclaimed Miranda, jumping off of the couch. "MAYBE you got it from hanging around at Lizzie's so much! Ever thought of that?"
"HEY!!!" I yelled.
"Hello, Matt did just get that freakin ferret from Gammie McGuire," she reminded me. "Maybe IT gave Gordo fleas!"
"Well MAYBE it did, MAYBE," I yelled, now jumping out of my seat, too. "But I'M the one who's always waking up at 3:00 am with the freakin ferret crawling on my face, and I don't have fleas!!! So why would GORDO have fleas and not ME??? Has he been sleeping in Matt's room now or something?"
"WELL MAYBE THE FLEAS WENT TO GORDO INSTEAD OF YOU CUZ THEY'RE SCARED OF YOU, FLEA-SCARER!!!"
"Guys, will you just SHUT UP???!!!" Gordo shrieked. I stopped myself from yelling that the freakin ferret wasn't even mine. Miranda and I both stopped in our tracks. We looked up at Gordo, who was now standing on the couch. He was still scratching as he angrily looked down at us. "You guys are making a scene! Seriously, people in the state of Louisiana can hear every word you're screaming right now! Will you just stop it? This is an emergency! I've got some sort of mutant rash or mosquito bite or something! I could have West Nile Virus right now, and neither of you would care because you're both too busy screaming! Will you both just shut up and help me?!"
We were totally silenced, of course. We looked at each other, both exclaimed "I'M SORRY!!!", and threw our arms around each other. Gordo still stood there on the couch, scratching his head and rolling his eyes at our girlie hug. That's when Mrs. Sanchez walked into the room.
"WHAT in heaven's name is going on here???!!!" she cried. Miranda and I, both laughing so hard that our eyes were teary, could barely muster a response.
"Oh, I'm just standing here, watching some stupid soap opera with my friends, and I'm scratching my head till it bleeds for kicks. How are you, Mrs. Sanchez?"
Mrs. Sanchez was speechless. "David Gordon, WHAT are you doing standing on the couch? And WHY are you scratching your head so much?"
"I told you, it's fun," he replied nonchalantly. "All the other kids are doing it."
Miranda and I would have gaped at Gordo, but we were still hysterical. "Excuse my Gordo, Mrs. Sanchez," I said, wiping tears off my face. "He's in a mood," I added, giggling.
"Did you just say 'my Gordo'???!!!" Miranda exclaimed. I stopped laughing for a second, considering the idea. Then I burst into a fit, and we were both laughing so hard that we could barely stand, and Miranda had to use her mother for support, and I was leaning on the couch.
"Girls, get a hold of yourselves!" Mrs. Sanchez exclaimed, suddenly looking rather worried. "Gordo's head is obviously very itchy. I think he might have head lice!!!"
"EEEAHH!!!" I screamed, hurling myself off of the couch so hard that I fell onto the floor. I gaped at Mrs. Sanchez, then at Gordo, then back at Mrs. Sanchez. "Are you serious?" I squeaked. "Lice? Head lice? But isn't th-that f-for little k-k-kids?"
"In most cases, yes, but head lice can spread from any head to any other head, no matter what age the people involved are."
I looked over at Miranda, and we both exclaimed silent "Ewww!"s. But that probably wasn't helping Gordo.
"Here, come Gordo, I'll check your head," said Mrs. Sanchez. "Don't worry, I've been through this with Miranda and Lizzie before. In my hands, your head will be louse-free in no time."
Gordo could barely speak, but he did manage to mutter a quick, "Thanks, Mrs. Sanchez," before she took his hand and led him into the kitchen.
When they were out of earshot, Miranda and I tuned to each other and let out a loud "Ewwwwwww!!!!!!!!!" before collapsing onto the floor, exhasuted. We stared up at the ceiling for a long, long time.
I looked at my watch; it was already 15 minutes after our show had started. "Hmm, we're missing 'Green Valley'" I pointed out.
"Right, well, wake me up in 15 minutes and see if I have the energy to get up then," Miranda replied sleepily.
"Sounds good to me," I replied, shutting my eyes.
"Oh yeah, and remind me to never have Gordo over while the show's on, kay?"
"Deal."