"Oh, we're almost out of popcorn. I'll go make some. It's my turn," said Miranda. She picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen, leaving Lizzie and Gordo in the living room.
The three best friends were at Lizzie's house for a movie night, one of their favorite activities. Each of them chose movies for every movie night, and this sometimes led to odd combinations. Gordo had made a few short films with his camcorder, with visions of becoming the next Spielberg dancing in his head. The girls were in a Josh Hartnett/Freddie Prinze Jr phase, although Brad Pitt would do in a pinch.
Their movie had just ended and they were letting it run out so it would rewind automatically. Gordo liked to read the closing credits, and it gave them time to stretch their legs or refresh the snacks. They took turns with that chore.
Gordo had gotten off the couch during the movie to get a few curly fries, and then sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, his back against the front of the couch. Lizzie had taken her sandals off when she got home from school, as she usually did. She was stretched out on the couch, barefoot, her legs on the cushions. She'd turned her head away from the TV as she yawned and didn't see Gordo's hand move. Something brushed along the edge of her foot. She figured Gordo moved and accidentally brushed against her and didn't give it any more thought.
A moment later, Gordo moved his finger along Lizzie's foot again, more slowly this time.
"Gordo?" She turned her head, but didn't pull her foot away.
"Yeah?" He left his finger in place on her foot.
"What's on my foot?"
"Nothin'." He turned his head to face her. "I, uh, my finger, uh, itches."
He had a look on his face that she'd never seen. "Oh! That tickles!" He'd started to move his finger again.
"What? This?" He ran his finger along the little-toe side of the sole of her foot. It tickled her, and she tried to move her foot away.
"Gordo!"