I don't own Lizzie McGuire
Gordo was very relieved.
Where can you find a girl who would just ask a simple "what's going on?" when upon seeing a girl on top of her boyfriend?
Maybe Lizzie thought that when it comes to friendship, things like that get normal. After all, she and Gordo are a couple and Miranda already knows it. Nothing in this world would make Miranda feel anything for Gordo, not even a simple attraction to the opposite sex.
Right.
Gordo was looking outside the window but his mind was somewhere else.
Things just happened so fast. After Miranda got off him, the sincere "It's not what you're thinking" explanation, the "I know, that means nothing, let's forget about it" acceptance, the tediously non-stop "I'm so glad your back" girly talk with their annoying girly giggles, Gordo was still in a semi-trancestate while he stole glances at Miranda, his eyes furtively going up and –
-down and up and down and faster and harder.
He suddenly realized that Lizzie was calling him.
"Hello?" said Lizzie with a little worry on her voice.
"S-sorry," he said, blushing deeply. "I just can't believe Miranda's back and I'm so happy she's here with us."
Gordo knew that he said the words too fast to sound sincere. Too fast and too tense, like he was holding his breath for two minutes before letting the words out.
"Anyway, since my parents and Matt are gone, and Miranda's finally here, we decided to go to the beach."
The beach. Five years ago. Miranda. Naked.
Gordo was silent. He looked at Miranda, found her grinning and looked back at Lizzie.
"Today." Lizzie finished.
"As in now!" Miranda shouted happily.
"Wait," he said with a forced little laugh, "this is just too soon, I mean I need to ask permission first. You know my folks, they-"
"Don't worry sweet G, I already asked your mom and dad about it," Lizzie looked at Miranda and Miranda looked at her at the same time which reminded of Gordo of those stupid cues on old sitcoms he once caught on tv. "They're cool."
He opened his mouth to protest but closed it slowly, as if defeated.
He then remembered his parents' excitement this morning. Mmm, that's why. Wait, did she just call me sweet G?
Surprisingly, he wasn't too happy about that.
And I don't think I'm too happy about this at all, he thought with a sigh.
Gordo was now sitting at the backseat of Miranda's car. Lizzie was asleep, next to Miranda as she drove.
She's thinking of something. That something was dreadfully deep within his mind, and the more he thought of it, the more it became possible: A planHe knew that her plan obviously includes Lizzie and Gordo's parents (they were extremely happy when he came home, and they've already prepared his "outing" clothes) but somehow he was still worried about Miranda.
What could she do? What would she do?
He felt very uncomfortable about it. He thought that maybe this is how he would feel before his first actual sexual experience. Just maybe.
Gordo looked at Miranda through the rear-view mirror. As if reading his mind, Miranda looked at the rear-view mirror too, caught his gaze and winked in her most salacious wink ever.
His heart leapt to his throat.