A/N: MY LIZZIE FICS ARE MAKING A COMEBACK!!! Sorry but it's late, so I'll put a longer note in the next chappie of 14 Hours! Later homies! LOL I'm happy that I updated! :-)
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"Gordo?"
'Where is he?' I thought. "Gordo?" Still no reply. Where was he?
"Gordo? Come here! Gordo? Where are you? Gordo, I need you!"
'This isn't working,' I thought hopelessly. A small whimper escaped my lips. I nearly cried out again, but warm breath down my neck told me I was not alone. I turned over and saw him lying there, contentedly staring at me."Gordo," I sighed happily. "And where were you?"
"I was here the whole time, baby," he replied, kissing my forehead.
I giggled. "I could just stay here forever."
"Forever and ever," he said, challenging me.
"Oh yeah? Forever and ever and EVER."
"Forever times infinity."
"Forever times infinity plus..." I never finished, for he chose that moment to pull me viciously into a passionate kiss.
I was dumbfounded. Suddenly, reality came flooding back to me. And all the questions surfaced... like why was he lying in bed with me? And why was he kissing me that way?
"Lizzie? Lizzie, what's wrong...?"
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"LIZZIE! My God woman, wake up!"
Miranda was standing above me, obviously frustrated. "Sheesh, holdup for like a minute," I replied groggily. As I came to, I found myself on her living room floor. It was already 6 o'clock.
"Ohmigosh, how did we sleep for that long? And wait... where's Gordo?"
"My mom finished checking his head. It's pretty bad. Head lice for sure. Dad ran out to buy lice shampoo. Looks like Gordo won't be going to school for awhile."
"Oh, that bites," I answered, unable to push myself off of the floor. "So um... any ideas who he may have gotten it from?"
"It could've been my cousin, for all I know. Guess we're all going to have to get our heads checked."
"Greeeeat." I rolled my eyes exaggeratedly. Miranda and I had lice in second grade, and it was awful. The itching, the gross lice shampoo, and the realization that there were bugs on your head. Ew.
"You know what this means?" Miranda said. "There have been bugs getting it on on his head."
"EWWWW!!!!!!!!! God Miranda, you're sick!"
"I know," she giggled devilishly. "I'm crrraaaaaaaaazy!"
More eye rolling. "So where is he?"
"In the kitchen. But we shouldn't really be around him. We could get lice, too."
It took a minute to register that I was not allowed to be near Gordo. 'Wait... I can't be near him? Wait... why does that bother me so much? Well he's one of my best friends, of course. But... huh?' This state of confusion made it hard to think straight.
"C'mon Lizzie, let's go get headchecks."
"Awesome." (Sarcasm, duh.)
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I was sitting on a stool in Miranda's kitchen, Gordo now in the upstairs bathroom getting his hair slathered with Nix. Miranda's head was already checked (and completely lice- and nit-free), and now she leaned against her counter, making Pepsi floats and gossiping.
"Here, the new Girl's Life," she said, handing me the latest issue of her favorite magazine. "There are some pretty cool quizzes in this one."
I flipped it open. "'Do You Like Him?' Now we need a magazine quiz to tell us if we like someone? And they say the world isn't being taken over by robots."
"Whatever, just read it."
"Ok. Number 1: When you see him in the hallway, you feel happy and excited. True or false?"
She looked at me expectantly. "What? You want me to answer it?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Fine." Mrs. Sanchez handed me a pen, and I circled an answer. "Ooooooh," cooed Mrs. Sanchez. "Juicy." Miranda hopped up and down a little.
"Number 2: He pops into your head at the weirdest moments, like during a conversation with your friends or a really hard math test." I circled my answer.
"Oooooh, very juicy," said Mrs. Sanchez. Miranda squealed.
"Number 3: You find that you can barely pry your eyes off of him when he walks away." Another circle, a small gasp from Mrs. Sanchez, a louder squeal from Miranda.
"Number 4: When your friends mention his name, you fell glad that you didn't have to bring him up." Another circle, a louder gasp, and even louder squeal.
"Number 5..." I decided not to say that one out loud. I circled and took a look at the results.
"It's unanimous," exclaimed Mrs. Sanchez. "She's in love!"
"You definitely have a crush! Try complimenting him the next time you see him. A little kindness will go a long way!" I looked up at Miranda, shook my head and tossed the zine onto the counter.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So who were you thinking of when you answered those questions?"
"Oh..." I realized that I had no clue who I'd been thinking of. "Oh, Ethan, duh." Miranda didn't seem totally satisfied. "Floats are ready." She handed me my bubbling glass of frothy sweetness, just as Mrs. Sanchez finally stopped picking at my hair. "You're lice- free and good to go."
"Sweet," I replied. "Thanks Mrs. Sanchez."
Though I was glad to have a bug-free head and delicious snack, I had to wonder... who had I been thinking of when I took that quiz?
A/N: We all know! LOL I'm ruining the mystery but who cares!