A/N: I would deeply like to express my gratitude 4 lvfgd for the great idea & being one of my most loyal readers. Mel
Chapter 4: Mixed feelings
LIZZIE's POV
Lizzie tried to avoid the two "lovebirds" for the rest of the day and rushed right home afterwards without taking the bus. She slammed her self down at the kitchen table when she got home without noticing her mother chopping vegetables at the island. "Hey, honey," she said looking wairily at her daughter. She grunted in response. "Something bothering you?" she asked. Grunt. "Anything happen at school, with your friends?" she tried again. Grunt. "Lizzie, are you going to tell me or do I have to drag it out of you?" Mrs. McGuire asked setting the knife down on the table. I might as well tell her. She'll find out sooner or later, she thought to herself.
"Mom, what do you do when you really like someone and you tell someone you thought was your friend and then she goes behind your back and steals that guy away?" she said in one breath. "Well, honey, maybe you should go after him," she said sitting next to her daughter. "What do you mean, mom?" Lizzie asked confused. "Well, get aggressive. Fight for what you want and don't let anyone take it away from you," her mom said her voice steadily rising with excitement as she got caught up with the moment. "Go fight and don't come back until you have what you want. Okay!" she said really getting caught up. "Okay!" Lizzie said jumping out of her seat and marching out of the door. She had gotten to the sidewalk when she stopped. Where am I going? she thought to herself as she walked back into the house and up to her room just as her phone rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Lizzie?" she heard a familiar voice say on the other end. "Gordo?" she asked sitting on her bed. "Ya, I just wanted to know if everything was okay. Things seemed a little tense after lunch today," he asked with a sense of concern in his voice. "Don't worry, Gordo, I'm not mad at you," she said twirling the phone cord around her finger. "okay, great," he said. She could here a smile in his voice and she couldn't help but smile too. "So you want to come over later and watch some movies?" he asked. "Sure, that would be great," she said. "So, come over in about an hour?" he said. "Okay, awsome. Bye," she said. "Bye," and they hung up.
She got dressed quickly and headed out the door and towards Gordo's house. She knocked on the door, the door swung open and she was greeted by Gordo's smiling face. "Hey, Gordo," she said smiling. They walked in and Lizzie saw Miranda sitting on the couch. "Oh, it's you," she said nastily ready to try out some of that aggression that her mother had instiled in her. "Gordo, what's she doing here?" Miranda replied back. "Aaahh," he replied sensing the girls anger. "Why don't-why don't we go get snacks," he said uneasily as he pointed to the kitchen. THe girls walked into the kitchen glaring at eachother the whole time. "Lizzie, you can get the drinks and Miranda can get the chips. I'll get the sweets," he said as he began to dig through the cabinet.
Lizzie went over to the fridge and got out a liter of soda. She poured it into three large glasses when a plan formed in her mind making her smile slyly. She began to walk across the kitchen when Miranda crossed her path. Lizzie pretended to trip spilling all the soda on her. Miranda just stood there, with an utter look of shock on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry! Clumsy, clumsy me," Lizzie mocked putting her hand on her cheek. "Well you know, I've been having a tendency to be clumsy lately too," Miranda said and poured the salsa down Lizzie's shirt. "Oops!"
Miranda stood there with a look of triumph while Gordo stood in shock with a bag of chocolate chips in one hand and chocolate syrup in the other. Lizzie grabbed the syrup and squeezed it all on Miranda's head and down her shirt without a word. Miranda retorted by flinging marshmallow creme at her. Soon they were in a full fledged food fight in the kitchen while Gordo stood dumbly unable to move as he watched his kitchen get covered in food. "Miranda, stay away from Gordo!" Lizzie yelled hurling an old tuna casserole at her. "Why should I? You don't have your name on him," she retorted with cheese sauce. "You know what you are? Your nothing but a good for nothing dirty guy stealer!" Lizzie yelled. "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" Miranda yelled back, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here I'll show you!"
She stomped towards Gordo and took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the lips. She couldn't believe it. Her best friend was kissing her guy. Lizzie stormed out of the house in a fury of tears.
MIRANDA's POV
How dare Lizzie tell her to stay away from Gordo. He was her boyfriend after all. Wait, what was she saying? She was just going out with him to make Lizzie jealous. Why was she feeling this way? "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" she yelled at her, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here, I'll show you!" Before she knew what she was doing she stomped over to Gordo, took his face in her hands and kissed him, hard. Instantly a chill ran up her spine. Wait was she, was she enjoying this? She never wanted to pull away but unfortunately Gordo did.
"Miranda! What'd you do that for? Now Lizzie's going to hate me!" he cried. Miranda looked around and saw that Lizzie had left, but unfortunately left the messy kitchen. "I was trying to help, Gordo," she sighed. "Ya, well you didn't!" he yelled and running his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, but maybe, maybe you should go home," he sighed. "Don't you need help cleaning up the kitchen?" she asked. She really didn't want to leave yet. "No, I can, I can do it myself," he said closing his eyes and resting his face in his hands. "Okay," she said and walked out the door. She walked down the sidewalk smiling. I'm covered in food but I don't care. I'm the happiest girl on earth right now. she thought to herself as she touched her lips which were still tingiling.
GORDO's POV
Gordo stood in shock as he watched the girls yell across to one another. "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" Miranda yelled, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here I'll show you!" He watched numbly as Miranda stomped across to him and took his face in her hands and gave him a hard kiss. He cringed. The kiss felt akward and uncomfortable, like a shoe that was too small or an itchy lace dress. He heard the door slam and pulled away. Lizzie had left. "Miranda! What'd you do that for? Now Lizzie's going to hate me!" he cried. "I was trying to help, Gordo," she sighed. "Ya, well you didn't!" he yelled and running his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, but maybe, maybe you should go home," he sighed. "Don't you need help cleaning up the kitchen?" she asked. He really wanted her to leave right now. "No, I can, I can do it myself," he said closing his eyes and resting his face in his hands. "Okay," she said and walked out the door.
His stomach was in a knot. Maybe this jealousy thing wasn't a good idea. Why did Miranda kiss him? It was kind of-wierd. His lips were still itchy. He sighed as he began to clean up the kitchen. He had a feeling, that things were going to get pretty twisted.
A/N:Hey! sorry I havn't posted lately but school work is piled up like crazy. Anywho... hope you like it. Gotta Go. Mel
Chapter 4: Mixed feelings
LIZZIE's POV
Lizzie tried to avoid the two "lovebirds" for the rest of the day and rushed right home afterwards without taking the bus. She slammed her self down at the kitchen table when she got home without noticing her mother chopping vegetables at the island. "Hey, honey," she said looking wairily at her daughter. She grunted in response. "Something bothering you?" she asked. Grunt. "Anything happen at school, with your friends?" she tried again. Grunt. "Lizzie, are you going to tell me or do I have to drag it out of you?" Mrs. McGuire asked setting the knife down on the table. I might as well tell her. She'll find out sooner or later, she thought to herself.
"Mom, what do you do when you really like someone and you tell someone you thought was your friend and then she goes behind your back and steals that guy away?" she said in one breath. "Well, honey, maybe you should go after him," she said sitting next to her daughter. "What do you mean, mom?" Lizzie asked confused. "Well, get aggressive. Fight for what you want and don't let anyone take it away from you," her mom said her voice steadily rising with excitement as she got caught up with the moment. "Go fight and don't come back until you have what you want. Okay!" she said really getting caught up. "Okay!" Lizzie said jumping out of her seat and marching out of the door. She had gotten to the sidewalk when she stopped. Where am I going? she thought to herself as she walked back into the house and up to her room just as her phone rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Lizzie?" she heard a familiar voice say on the other end. "Gordo?" she asked sitting on her bed. "Ya, I just wanted to know if everything was okay. Things seemed a little tense after lunch today," he asked with a sense of concern in his voice. "Don't worry, Gordo, I'm not mad at you," she said twirling the phone cord around her finger. "okay, great," he said. She could here a smile in his voice and she couldn't help but smile too. "So you want to come over later and watch some movies?" he asked. "Sure, that would be great," she said. "So, come over in about an hour?" he said. "Okay, awsome. Bye," she said. "Bye," and they hung up.
She got dressed quickly and headed out the door and towards Gordo's house. She knocked on the door, the door swung open and she was greeted by Gordo's smiling face. "Hey, Gordo," she said smiling. They walked in and Lizzie saw Miranda sitting on the couch. "Oh, it's you," she said nastily ready to try out some of that aggression that her mother had instiled in her. "Gordo, what's she doing here?" Miranda replied back. "Aaahh," he replied sensing the girls anger. "Why don't-why don't we go get snacks," he said uneasily as he pointed to the kitchen. THe girls walked into the kitchen glaring at eachother the whole time. "Lizzie, you can get the drinks and Miranda can get the chips. I'll get the sweets," he said as he began to dig through the cabinet.
Lizzie went over to the fridge and got out a liter of soda. She poured it into three large glasses when a plan formed in her mind making her smile slyly. She began to walk across the kitchen when Miranda crossed her path. Lizzie pretended to trip spilling all the soda on her. Miranda just stood there, with an utter look of shock on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry! Clumsy, clumsy me," Lizzie mocked putting her hand on her cheek. "Well you know, I've been having a tendency to be clumsy lately too," Miranda said and poured the salsa down Lizzie's shirt. "Oops!"
Miranda stood there with a look of triumph while Gordo stood in shock with a bag of chocolate chips in one hand and chocolate syrup in the other. Lizzie grabbed the syrup and squeezed it all on Miranda's head and down her shirt without a word. Miranda retorted by flinging marshmallow creme at her. Soon they were in a full fledged food fight in the kitchen while Gordo stood dumbly unable to move as he watched his kitchen get covered in food. "Miranda, stay away from Gordo!" Lizzie yelled hurling an old tuna casserole at her. "Why should I? You don't have your name on him," she retorted with cheese sauce. "You know what you are? Your nothing but a good for nothing dirty guy stealer!" Lizzie yelled. "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" Miranda yelled back, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here I'll show you!"
She stomped towards Gordo and took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the lips. She couldn't believe it. Her best friend was kissing her guy. Lizzie stormed out of the house in a fury of tears.
MIRANDA's POV
How dare Lizzie tell her to stay away from Gordo. He was her boyfriend after all. Wait, what was she saying? She was just going out with him to make Lizzie jealous. Why was she feeling this way? "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" she yelled at her, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here, I'll show you!" Before she knew what she was doing she stomped over to Gordo, took his face in her hands and kissed him, hard. Instantly a chill ran up her spine. Wait was she, was she enjoying this? She never wanted to pull away but unfortunately Gordo did.
"Miranda! What'd you do that for? Now Lizzie's going to hate me!" he cried. Miranda looked around and saw that Lizzie had left, but unfortunately left the messy kitchen. "I was trying to help, Gordo," she sighed. "Ya, well you didn't!" he yelled and running his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, but maybe, maybe you should go home," he sighed. "Don't you need help cleaning up the kitchen?" she asked. She really didn't want to leave yet. "No, I can, I can do it myself," he said closing his eyes and resting his face in his hands. "Okay," she said and walked out the door. She walked down the sidewalk smiling. I'm covered in food but I don't care. I'm the happiest girl on earth right now. she thought to herself as she touched her lips which were still tingiling.
GORDO's POV
Gordo stood in shock as he watched the girls yell across to one another. "No, you stay away from Gordo, okay! He's mine so back off!" Miranda yelled, "Do you need proof to get it through that thick blond skull of yours? Here I'll show you!" He watched numbly as Miranda stomped across to him and took his face in her hands and gave him a hard kiss. He cringed. The kiss felt akward and uncomfortable, like a shoe that was too small or an itchy lace dress. He heard the door slam and pulled away. Lizzie had left. "Miranda! What'd you do that for? Now Lizzie's going to hate me!" he cried. "I was trying to help, Gordo," she sighed. "Ya, well you didn't!" he yelled and running his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, but maybe, maybe you should go home," he sighed. "Don't you need help cleaning up the kitchen?" she asked. He really wanted her to leave right now. "No, I can, I can do it myself," he said closing his eyes and resting his face in his hands. "Okay," she said and walked out the door.
His stomach was in a knot. Maybe this jealousy thing wasn't a good idea. Why did Miranda kiss him? It was kind of-wierd. His lips were still itchy. He sighed as he began to clean up the kitchen. He had a feeling, that things were going to get pretty twisted.
A/N:Hey! sorry I havn't posted lately but school work is piled up like crazy. Anywho... hope you like it. Gotta Go. Mel