Title: Untold
Rating: G
Summary: Some stories need a little telling.
Type of fic: Series of vignettes
Disclaimer: Miranda, Gordo, and all Lizzie McGuire related stuff
belongs to Disney and…whoever else has rights to them.
Author's notes: I know this isn't exactly a story part, but the introduction was a little too long for a brief AN.
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Random Acts of Miranda
'Gordo?'
He looked up from whatever it was that he was doing - she assumed homework - and smiled at her. 'Hey, Miranda.'
'Your Mom sent me up,' she said. She walked a little hesitantly into his room. 'Uh, listen…'
His gaze dropped to the object she carried in her hand, and a cautious look came over his face. 'You watched the video.'
At the memory of her terrible and unbelievably embarrassing acting in the school play, she immediately felt the heat rise to her cheeks. 'Gordo, I was so awful! Even I couldn't watch me act!'
He grinned. 'That bad, huh?'
With a groan, she sat heavily on the edge of his bed. 'And I was really mean to Lizzie.'
'Yeah, you were.'
She looked back at him, a little cheesed that he agreed so readily with her. But she knew that he was right, and her bother was quickly replaced by guilt.
'But I think she could have been a little more sensitive about the whole thing, too,' he continued with a light shrug.
'Do you think she'll forgive me?' she asked him.
'It's what friends do, Miranda.'
She felt a small burden lift from her chest, and she flopped back onto the bed. 'Mark this day in your calendar, Gordo. The day that I, Miranda Sanchez, stopped torturing the world and quit acting.'
There was a brief silence before he replied to her big announcement. 'Uh, Miranda? What time does the play start tonight?'
She closed her eyes. 'Curtain rises at six o'clock.'