Disclaimer: Not mine.
Miranda sat in her room staring at her phone. It had been about two weeks since she'd arrived, and every day at ten a.m. Lizzie would call and they'd tree-way Gordo. After about ten minutes Miranda would grow sick of the boyfriend/ girlfriend talk and hang up. But today was different, Lizzie'd left last night to talk to some guy at Universal a record deal, and now it was 10:05 and she was bored.
"Fredrick, what should I do?" she asked the bear that now rested on her floor. After a minute of silence she sighed, "Fine" picking up the phone.
On the other end Gordo picked up the phone on the first ring, "yes, Miranda?" he asked mildly annoyed. With both his parents and Lizzie gone, he mistakenly assumed he'd get to sleep in for once.
"I'm bored." She stated.
"Okay…" he waited for her to continue, sinking back into his pillows, closing his eyes, straining to stay awake.
"What should I do?"
"Read?" he suggested bored, with the conversation, trying to get back to his much deserved sleep. He'd have to explain to Miranda the meaning of summer and it's synonymity with sleep...soon.
"I lost my glasses and if I don't use them, I'll get a headache."
"Glasses?" This was new, since when did she use glasses?
"Reading Glasses, DUH!"
"I didn't know you wore any to begin with."
"That's because they've been lost for a year." she dismissed.
"Right." 'Why am I not surprised.' he thought blearily to himself.
"So what else can I do?"
"What ever happened to your Frederick fashion show idea?" he asked.
"Fredrick didn't like my dresses… and we need to work on his waistline. Besides, I like him in his sweater."
"Isn't Frederick a boy?" he asked confused, talk about personality disorder.
"Yes, he's a boy, but my creative juices just don't flow as well when I have to think of guy outfits. It's all so limited."
"All right-y then….Well, how about dying your hair… again?" he'd noticed a bright red streak in her hair this week.
"I did, last week. I have to wait at least two more weeks for that."
"How about you mutilate another pair of jeans? If you can't give Freddy a new outfit, how about working on yours?"
"Excuse you? What's that supposed to mean?"
"What?" he asked confused 'she does it all the time.'
"Are you saying I need to work on my fashion sense or something? Because I'll have you know, buster, that I have absolutely no problem with my wardrobe, thank-you-very-much! No malfunctions in weeks!"
"I didn't say that." he replied lazily.
"Implied it."
"All I meant is that if you're so bored, you can take it out on your clothes like you always do."
"Resent that."
"Why? It's true"
"So? I dunno, I just do!"
"Don't tell me you're gonna rhyme!"
"All the time!"
"Real mature"
"But this fun's so pure?"
"That was bad."
"Just a tad"
"That was worse."
"But of course!"
"Are you ever gonna stop?"
"Don't like that I'm on top?"
"Miranda..." he groaned at her innuendo, 'so much for pure.'
He heard a sigh, "Gordo! Do something with me!"
"That sounds so wrong and you know it."
"Ooooh! I'm telling Lizzie!"
"Tell her what? You said it." he declared momentarily awake.
"My mind wasn't in the gutter when I did."
"That's a first."
"So, are you going to buy Lizzie a bra?"
"WHAT!" he was up.
"It seemed like a good thing to say at the time."
"Well if that's the case, you can think of something to do on your own."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she wined, "It's not the same!" Gordo could almost see her pouting. He had to strain not to laugh at the image.
"Serves you right. I should hang up on you for the way you're treating me."
"Don't get all 'feelings' on me!"
"Feelings?"
"Yeah, suck it up and be a MAN! Mulan did it."
"Mulan was a girl." he felt compelled to tell her.
"Exactly!"
"Right..." 'This girl makes no sense' "Miranda how much caffeine/ sugar have you had?" he asked dreading the answer.
"Since when?"
"Since you woke up."
"Um...haven't slept yet?" she asked sweetly.
"Go to sleep and call in the morning." he grunted covering his head with a pillow.
"But it is morning! That's why I waited to call." she wined.
"This is waiting?" he asked.
"Yup, I was gonna call at three but I thought you might be asleep."
"How considerate of you, now go find something to do." he replied yawning.
"Kay, I'll be right over."
Gordo merely grunted in response, dropping the phone and covering his head with a pillow. He was just drifting back to sleep when he heard the distinct sound of a camera going off.
"What the?" he turned to see Miranda standing right outside his room camera in tow.
"I said I'd be right over." she stated innocently.
"At least wait till I get dressed!" he jumped up conscious of his sleeping attire which consisted of flannel pinstripe pants, and a worn out gray tank top.
"Fine," Miranda walked out and sat by his door taking a picture of her shoe.
"Why the shoe?" Gordo asked coming up behind her.
"Looked cool, so what are we gonna do?" she asked looking up.
"Not sure, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" she smirked.
"We are not getting into this." he chuckled.
"I know, let's play hacky sack!" she squealed.
Gordo just looked at her, "since when do you play hacky sack?" he asked with a raised eye brow.
"I don't, but you can teach Me." she smiled.
"fine." he held out a hand to help her up "let me just find it, then we'll make our way to the park."
As Gordo rummaged through all the junk in his room, Miranda decided to go through his closet. If Gordo noticed he knew enough not to question her, "Ooooh! Can I borrow these?" Miranda asked pulling out a pair of green cargo pants.
"Um, I don't think they'd fit, but sure keep 'em, they fit me short any way." Miranda squealed walking out of the room with said pants.
"Gordo!" Miranda yelled from the bathroom, "Come here!"
"What?" he asked stepping into the hall.
"I need a belt," she declared sticking her head out of the bathroom.
"Told you, they didn't fit."
"Come on, just lend me a belt!"
Gordo disappeared into his room grumbling. He returned with a brown belt in tow, "Here, feel free to puncture it accordingly, I don't use it."
"Thank you!"
"My leg's not bendy enough!"
"You're not trying!"
"Am too!" Miranda pouted missing the hacky sack yet again.
"Miranda it's not that hard, just do this," Gordo demonstrated some intricate technique, making Miranda scowl.
"Oh, is that all?" she asked sarcastically. This game was harder than it looked, they'd been at it for an hour and Miranda had yet to hit the demented hacky sack.
"Okay just try to kick it when I toss it, okay?" Gordo asked taking a different approach.
"Okay." Miranda tried her best to look serous. Some how, she actually hit it, only she over shot and kicked it over Gordo's head. "YAY! I hit it!" she squealed.
"Yeah, um… next time, lighten up," Gordo chuckled retrieving the hacky sack from the bush where Miranda'd hurled it.
After thirty minutes of Gordo tossing and Miranda not, killing any one, Miranda decided she was ready for a real match.
"Okay, you sure?" Gordo asked knowing Miranda hated to lose, and he had been playing for five years, to Miranda's hour and a half.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna kick your butt!" Gordo merely chuckled at Miranda's gusto. Though, it soon became evident that Miranda was indeed a beginner, especially compared to Gordo. "That's it." Miranda caught the hacky sack in mid air. "run."
Before Gordo could even form a question Miranda was after him. They ran throughout the park Gordo taking a lead, due to his now longer legs. But, just as he thought he'd lost her, she came from the left, apparently having taken a shortcut and true to her word kicked him.
After the 'hacky sack incident' they decided Miranda was way too competitive, especially after pulling an all-night-er. So they went over to Gordo's house to watch movies. After pulling out some spare blankets, and pillows they finally settled on Cinderfella, and curled up on opposite ends of the couch to watch the Jerry Lewis film.
Miranda was curled on one end of the couch, snuggled up in a blanket, with her eyes closed. The movie had ended a few minutes ago, and she was drifting to sleep. "Gordo?" she whispered.
"Yeah?" he replied groggily.
"You asleep?"
"Close, you?" He yawned.
"Same." She yawned out as well.
"G'night."
"Night, night." She replied finally drifting to sleep, at three in the afternoon.
AN: My sister helped a lot on this one, because well she practically is Gordo! (The leave me alone to sleep attitude)
R & R/F