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An: I have the best-est sister ever! No, she still refuses to beta anything I write, but she is going to help me set up my site! So yay!
Miranda sat staring out the window of the plane, which would be landing soon; she couldn't wait to see her friends. Though, as far as she knew they weren't going to make it here to meet her. Gordo had written to tell her of the new 'dating situation' going on between him and Lizzie and apparently he'd taught Fredrick to fly, which Miranda was sure meant he'd tied Fredrick to the ceiling fan then switched it to high. Something she'd have to try out herself.
Gordo stood by the luggage carousel waiting for Miranda, he knew she wasn't expecting him which was part of the surprise, that along with the surprise movie night at Lizzie's. They'd even rented all of Miranda's favorite films. Gordo suspected Lizzie felt guilty about their dating, especially after the whole Ronnie thing. This was her way of making it up.
But before he had any more time to dwell on the situation he heard it, "Gordo?" As he turned around he saw, who he now recognized as his most recent, best friend. 'She's changed a bit' he thought as he grinned at the short haired brunet.
"Didn't think you were rid of me already, did you?" he smirked.
"Eeeeek!" she leapt into his arms, and he spun them around laughing at her enthusiasm, before placing her back on her feet. "You grew! And the hair! Can I touch the hair?" she squealed, not letting him respond before yanking on a curl and watching it spring back into place. "I like it." she declared, matter-of-factly, after inspecting his now, shoulder length hair.
"Good to know, what about you? You cut the hair, and you haven't wasted away yet, so I guess you took my advice about the eating huh?" he chuckled. 'Can't exactly tell a girl, "hey you filled out" with out her thinking you're a perv, or trying to tell her she's fat.'
"Boy please, like you can keep me away from the Ruffles Con Queso. And I did fill out a bit," she shrugged, as if nothing. 'note to self: Miranda's rare bread of non-girl' "Can you tell?" she asked looking down, which in turn caused Gordo to involuntarily look as well for a split second before turning red.
"So how was the weather in Mexico?" he tried to change the subject, realizing that having two female best friends could not be a good thing.
"Hot. I was thinking about stuffing, but wont the paper get all gross in he heat, and..."
"MIRANDA!" she was cut off by Gordo covering his ears and shouting.
"What?" she looked genuinely perplexed.
"I prefer to think of you as a non-girl."
"Excuse you!"
"well...it's...it would be...inappropriate, for me to think of you as a girl with normal girl parts, considering how much time we spend together, so in my head you're a non-girl," to her look he immediately added, "not a boy, but not a girl I repeat not a girl. Now as proud as you may be of your new...assets, it would...it's...I...its just weird." he finished beat red.
"Fine, oh I finally figured out the whole letters and numbers thing!" she added.
"Do I want to know?" he asked still waiting for the bags to come out.
"Probably not." she smiled sweetly.
"Gonna tell me any way?" he asked after a pause.
"The sizing on bras, numbers are for the back, and the letter is the..." she started nonchalantly completely oblivious to Gordo's discomfort until he cut her off once more.
"Why, would I, ever need to know that?"
"Incase you bought a girl a bra?" she asked as if this were some weird 'Gordo mind game'.
"Why would I do that?"
"You wanted to get her something pretty?" she exclaimed looking very much as if they'd asked her to state the purpose of a fire extinguisher.
"Don't' you think that's kind of personal." he stated, rather than asked trying to drive the point home.
"It's not like you bought her a pad." and he failed miserably.
The look of horror mixed with disbelief on Gordo's face was priceless. "Why are you guys so squeamish?" but before Gordo could answer the luggage carousel made an offensive noise and Miranda went over to scout out her bag. Just as Gordo was about to ask what hers looked like, she reached for a black bag, which could more than likely house the trio. But before he even had a chance to react, (due to her vertical impairment) Miranda was dragged along with the monstrosity, so you saw her running along the carousel like something out of an 'I Love Lucy' rerun. Gordo immediately ran over to help her, before she hurt herself, or any one else for that matter.
"You know, you could've just pointed the bag out. I would have gladly gotten it for you." Gordo chuckled, as they walked out of the airport.
He got a glare.
"Or your method was entertaining." he almost asked.
"Shut up!" she finally laughed, back handing him, "you try holding on to that thing, while it's going round, and round, and it wont stop!" she motioned twirling her finger in front of her.
After a few moments Miranda finally spoke "Gordo? Where's Lizzie?" she'd been wondering for a bit now, but kept getting sidetracked by Gordo's weird mind games.
'Oh shoot! How could I forget?' Gordo mentally scolded himself. "Oh, she couldn't make it, said she felt sick." He answered as his mom pulled up in front of them.
"Thank you!" Miranda yelled after Mrs. Gordon as they got out of the SUV. "So what's wrong with her?" Miranda asked concerned as they walked up the steps to Lizzie's house, Gordo still in charge of the bag, mainly because Miranda was not to be trusted with objects larger than she was.
"Didn't say" he rung the bell before Miranda asked any more questions.
Later on that night the girls sat upstairs in Lizzie's room getting ready for bed, before joining Gordo for more movies. "... so then I kissed him! But he said 'thank you!' thank you! I thought I'd made a huge mistake, but then he asked me out, said we could spend time alone before you got here, and now we're dating!"
Lizzie had re-capped everything, since the day Miranda left. Miranda knew most of it from Gordo, but one thing stood out. "Um, you kissed him? And he said thank you?"
"Yep, can you believe it? Turns out he did like me, he was just so confused. Like, I think he even remembered it all wrong! He'd almost convinced himself that everything was the other way around. I felt so bad for him, I guess it was kind of a shock though, I mean who knew? Akh!" she ended with her trademark squeak.
Miranda almost cracked up; leave it to Gordo, he like a girl this long and he forgets what happened!
At around two in the morning they popped in my Best Friend's Wedding, the final movie on the list. Lizzie fell asleep on the couch by the time the Julia got on the plane, and now at the elevator scene Gordo wasn't too far behind, but looked like he was trying to stay awake. "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll just finish the movie." Miranda suggested. This was one of her 'top ten', even though she always cried at the end; no way would she miss it now.
"You sure? 'Cause I can stay up." He yawned.
"Yeah, no prob." She assured him.
"Fine, let me just…" he rummaged in his bag them pulled out an all too familiar object.
"Fredrick!" Miranda almost squealed taking the bear from Gordo. "You brought him!"
"I told you, only until you got back." With that they continued watching the movie. Gordo fell asleep soon enough, leaving Miranda (and Fredrick) to watch the rest of the movie, before falling asleep during the credits; which Miranda always insisted on watching for the music.
AN: so there it is, thanks christylee for the whole 'warped Gordo thing' and reading O.U.T. I'll look into it.
Well ya'll know the drill!