Disclaimer: not mine.
AN: before I get all the flamers, about the dragging -on of this fic, I really feel its imperative I work on the maturing of Gordo and Miranda's friendship. This is going to take place during the summers. Not one, but four.
I can't have everything happen in three months, it's too far out there, and I really don't think they poses the maturity for a real, and solid relationship, not at fourteen. But trust me this will rock!
"So, what are we doing today?" Lizzie asked.
She'd gotten in after two weeks in LA, and now she and Gordo were sitting on his bed trying to figure out what to do.
"Not, sure, what do you want to do?" he smirked.
"Um, we could go to the Digital Bean, maybe Kate's there. She wanted to hear all about LA," Lizzie suggested, oblivious to the Jungle Book reference he'd made.
"Sure," he smiled, but just as he leaned in to kiss her, they heard the front door slam and they sprang apart.
"Honey! I'm hooome!" came Miranda's distinct yell, over the sound of her thundering up the stairs.
"I've got them!" she exclaimed as she barged into Gordo's room, waving around a yellow envelope excitedly.
"Oh hi, Lizzie!" Miranda squealed hugging the blond, before settling between the 'love birds' on Gordo's bed.
"Hey, Um Miranda?" Lizzie looked at the brunette, then Gordo.
"OH! Oops, habit," she apologized, standing up, and then, after she succeeded in pushing Gordo closer to Lizzie, she sat on his rollie chair and spun around.
"So, what do you have?" Lizzie asked eyeing the envelope.
"Oh yeah, pictures!" She waved them around again.
"Oh, can I see?" Lizzie asked excitedly, taking the envelope from Miranda's hand, scanning the content.
"Um, when did you take these? And Miranda, what is up with the pants?" she asked, confused. She didn't remember any of this.
'Miranda and Gordo never hang out together," Lizzie thought. 'Not without me.'
"Oh that's when Gordo was teaching me to play hacky sack, and I totally kicked his butt!"
"You beat Gordo at hacky sack?" Lizzie asked. "I didn't even know you played.," She was getting more confused by the second.
"I don't, I retired in my prime."
"Of one hour," Gordo mumbled.
"Anyway, when Gordo insisted on showing off---"
"I was going easy on you!" he defended, then to Lizzie's raised eyebrow added, "She never said she beat me."
"Nope, he was winning, but I kicked his butt!"
"Quite literally, I think I got a bruise." he pouted at Lizzie.
"Wow, it almost seems like you two didn't miss me at all!" Lizzie squealed in mock angst.
"Never said that either." Gordo then leaned in to kiss her, causing Miranda to shield her 'virgin eyes,' or so she shrieked as she ran out of the room, causing Gordo and Lizzie to laugh.
"Let's go skating!" Lizzie suggested to Miranda over the phone.
"Skating?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah, they just opened a roller disco type thing by the mall, we could rent some four wheelers, just like Britney Spears!" she squealed, now getting excited.
"Hey that sounds cool, minus the BS reference, we're good!"
"Hey I thought you liked Brit?" Lizzie laughed.
"Did, until, Lucky I think it was. Then she went to psycho- pop star on me. Granted it wasn't a far stretch, but whatever. Um, Liz, don't in-lines have four wheals?" she smirked, knowing full well she was confusing her best friend, who despite her best efforts, slipped into the blond stereotype quite often.
"Not important. So, do we three-way Gordo or…MATT YOU ARE A DEAD BOY!…gotta go, call Gordo, 'kay?"
Miranda was then left with the dial tone, wondering what exactly Matt had done this time.
"That booger's way to smart for his own good," she told Fredrick before picking up the phone.
"Talk to me," came Gordo's preoccupied greeting.
"Ever wonder what's the purpose of all the bumpy thingies on the ceiling? I mean besides not allowing the glow-in-the-dark stars to stick properly."
"Hi Miranda. No, I never thought about it, not extensively. But now that you bought it up, it could just be a good alternative to counting sheep."
"But how would you see them? Isn't it usually too dark to tell how many there are?"
"Okay, you got me, now, the real reason you called?" he asked, chuckling.
"Lizzie wanted to go skating, at the new roller disco type thing."
"By the mall?"
"Yup, it could be fun, I used to be good at 'four-wheelers' when I was little."
"You just called them 'four-wheelers' like a true Britney fan," he stated with mock shock.
"Lizzie-ism."
"Ah, well BS aside, this could be fun, but um why didn't Lizzie call?" Gordo wondered. She was, after all, his girlfriend.
"You don't want me to call! You wound me!" Miranda cried, trying desperately not to laugh. "I thought we had something!"
"Doll, you know you're special to me, but she's my main squeeze," he said in his best gangster voice, before they both cracked up.
"Matt…well he did something, I'm just not sure what yet," Miranda told Gordo.
"Ah, that little snot's smarter than he looks." Gordo declared. "Well, I'll meet you there in an hour? I'll call Liz."
"Sure! Bye."
Once at the rink, the trio rented some skates, and decided to 'dance' to the corny music.
"Ah! This is sooo not as easy as it looks!" Lizzie complained after stumbling for the third time in half an hour. She and Gordo had started skating romantically (according to Lizzie), doing the whole couple-holding-hands bit. But now,more than anything, Gordo was simply skating along with her trying to keep her from falling down.
Miranda had been a bit rusty at first, but she soon got the hang of it. She'd skate by periodically and chat, but for the most part she simply circled around, trying out different techniques and tricks which she'd obviously mastered a while back.
"Gordo, I think I'll just sit down," Lizzie finally decided. It was obvious that this wasn't going to be some super romantic date, not with her falling; plus, she wanted to check her messages on her phone. Kate was supposed to have called.
"Sure, here. I'll sit with you," Gordo said, starting to follow her out of the rink.
"No, that's okay, you haven't skated at all, plus I'll probably check some stuff on my phone. I'll watch you, though." She smiled, kissing him, then hobbled to the nearest table.
Gordo went back in the rink and started a lot like Lizzie, a mix of jerky movements coupled with bad balance, but after a while he slipped into a routine, recalling that the last time he'd skated like this he'd been five at his cousin Joey's house.
"Hey Gordo, not bad," Miranda noted as she slipped into his pace. "I didn't know you were any good."
"Thanks, really," he laughed.
"You know what I mean. Come on! Let's have some fun!" Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him along, dancing to the music as best she could.
By the time Lizzie was done checking her messages and talking to Kate, there was one long chain of people dancing to the music, something she assumed was the roller equivalent of a conga line. She kept watching the line looking for her friends. Knowing Miranda, they'd probably joined in near the beginning.
But when she finally spotted them, she was mildly shocked to see Miranda heading up the entire line, with Gordo right behind her doing some John Travolta-ish moves.
'Talk about parallel universe…' Lizzie thought.
Lizzie sat in her room that night wondering when everything had changed.
'I thought I was their best friend. Sure we were all best friends, but they never seemed to be best friends alone, until now.' She'd been gone two weeks and now, it seemed like Miranda and Gordo were suddenly closer than they'd been in the past two years of Middle School.
'Uh! Why is this bugging me? It' just Miranda and Gordo, and it's not like they like each other.'
Final note: thanks again christylee for the beta-ing!