The Best Friend…No the Other One
Chapter 5 Gordo's POV"What about Lizzie?" Those words are running over and over in my head. I just told the girl I love that I loved her and she asks me, what about Lizzie?
"What about Lizzie?" I ask her; still astonished that she even cared about Lizzie at a time like this.
"Well she's my best friend and aren't you in love with her," Didn't I explain this to her already? Now she's just making me angry, trying to vent out my anger I jump off her bed and start pacing.
"Miranda…I just told you that I LOVED YOU…and your first reaction was 'What about Lizzie?' GOD…I kinda expected an 'I love you too Gordo' but NOO, I get an 'WHAT ABOUT LIZZIE!" My back was turned to her for about 5 minutes when I finally turned around. She was looking at me with the most hurt and venerable expression anyone could ever give. It was the first time I've ever yelled at her, now I was starting to feel the guilt. I turned back around and searched the ceiling for the next thing to say. There was no luck, so I just kept searching.
"Gordo…" her voice was barely above a whisper, I turned halfway, not wanting to see that look once again, that look that will keep me up for the rest of the night.
"I got to go" is what I mumbled; barely audible to the human ear, before I stormed out of her house, careful enough that I wouldn't wake her parents. I didn't want to get her in trouble. It doesn't matter have angry I was, I cared for her.
I ran the rest of the way home, not noticing that it was raining, I just kept running until I got to my front door. Not wanting to go in, I decided that I would sleep in my car for the night…which was technically morning. I was laying the back seat, for a good 3 minutes when my cell phone started ringing. I look at it…it says "Randa's calling" I turn it off and throw it in the front seat, and then I tried to go to sleep.