Chapter 7:
"How does it feel to be the director's girl?" Kate teased. Miranda blushed and shoved the blonde playfully.
"Shut up."
Kate laughed and kicked her feet on top of the theater chair in front of her. Kate and Miranda were sitting in the back of the school auditorium watching play rehearsals. Opening night was one week away. Rehearsals and prep had went fast. The two girls were now watching their near finished products at work. It was the middle of April. Time had flown by. Summer and graduation were on the horizon.
"So has David asked you to prom?" Kate whispered. Prom was a month away. Miranda groaned internally at the thought of prom. She still had to finish her dress and finish up Kate's dress. Between the play, AP exams, and her blooming relationship with Gordo, she did not have as much time as she had hoped to work on the gowns.
"No, he hasn't. When would he have the time? The play and his prep work for USC has been taking up all of his time. Plus there was the whole Lizzie meltdown over Jack. She has been acting extremely odd," Miranda explained on the behalf of her boyfriend of 9 weeks.
"I wouldn't worry. You two are still keeping things on the dl?"
Miranda nodded and took a swig from her water bottle.
"We aren't quite sure how to tell Lizzie. I am not ready to be mauled by her and his fan club. Have you seen the looks his exes are giving him? I am ready to pounce on a few. Has Larry asked you?"
"Yup. He asked me last weekend. He backed me a cake asking me to go. It was the best cake I ever ate! Which reminds me, Sanchez. What is the status on my dress?"
"All you need is a final fitting. I have everything else set and ready for you," Miranda responded.
"Hey girls. What are you doing up here?" Lizzie asked sliding into the seat next to Kate.
"Not much. Just talking about prom. How is Spielberg?" Kate replied.
"Did Larry ask you?"
"Of course. What about you, Liz? Do you have date?"
"Well, since Jack is out of the picture I think I may ask Ethan or Gordo to take me, that is if he isn't taking his girlfriend. Do you think he is still with Isabelle? He hasn't mentioned her in weeks," Lizzie rambled.
Kate watched Miranda tense at the talk of her boyfriend.
"I don't know, Lizzie. You'll have to talk to him," Miranda almost sneered. "Excuse me, I have to go take care of some things back stage."
"What is her problem?" Lizzie spat at Miranda's retreating figure.
Kate tried not to give Lizzie a disgusted look. The girl could be so dense sometimes.
"Randa is just stressed. Ethan had some trouble with his costumes and Gordo has been on her case. Plus she has been really busy with dress making," Kate lied.
Lizzie looked at her with disbelief. Something was up and Kate knew it.
"Whatever," Lizzie retorted and made her way to the bottom of the stage to flirt with Gordo.
Miranda stormed back stage, her hands reaching behind her head to undo her pony tail. She had the biggest urge to slap her best friend and jump on her boyfriend for all to see that David Gordon belonged to Miranda Sanchez.
"Who do you think Dave will ask to Prom?" Parker asked Abby. Miranda paused in front of the dressing room to listen to Gordo's ex girlfriends talk.
"I heard he has a girlfriend," a new voice added.
"Is it Lizzie? Have you seen the way she has been throwing herself at him? Good gods girl."
"I think there is something going on with him and Miranda."
"Miranda? Yeah, right!"
"Brooke said she saw them being extra chummy. And Lydia said she saw Gordo leave Miranda's house the other night."
"No way."
"Yes, way."
"There is no way. I hope that is all a bunch of crap. I think I may ask him to take me to prom!"
Miranda frowned and continued to breeze through the hall way in search of an empty room. Finally finding the green room, she opened the door and threw herself onto the couch.
"Something bothering you, Mir?" Larry Tudgeman inquired from the door.
"I am going to kill all of the female cast members starting with Lizzie," Miranda snarled.
Larry sighed. He was afraid of this. He joined the angry girl on the couch.
"Why are you and Dave keeping this a secret?"
"I didn't want to hurt Lizzie."
"And now?"
"I want to scream out that David Gordon is property of Miranda Sanchez and kiss him in front off all the cast and crew," Miranda pouted.
"I'm sorry, kid," Larry replied and placed his head on her's in a sibling way.
"Should I be concerned that my boyfriend is in a room alone with another girl?" Kate teased from the doorway.
"Should I be jealous that my boyfriend is in the hallway with a hott blonde?" Miranda smirked.
"I don't know. Should she be, Kate?" Gordo asked putting an arm around Kate.
"Hmm.." Kate mused putting her head on Gordo's shoulder. Pillows from the couch were launched at them with shouts.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! No attacking the director!" Gordo cried out.
Miranda jumped up from the couch and on to Gordo's back.
"Aww. Those kids are cute. Remember when we were like that?" Larry asked Kate, pulling her on to his lap.
"Remember? We are still like that, Lawrence," Kate replied snobbishly.
"That's my girl."
Gordo carried Miranda out of the green room.
"You better put me down if you don't want your fan club to see?" Miranda said suddenly.
"Ahh, so that is what has been bothering you," Gordo declared, putting her down. "Randa, we have been over this several times. I don't care about the other girls. I care about you."
"I know. It's just-"
"No you obviously don't know. I am going to do something to prove it to you. Just you wait."
"Gordo, Gordo, no!" Miranda protested knowing well how Gordo's scheme's never worked out.
"Miranda, Miranda. Yes, I will," Gordo replied and placed a polite kiss on her lips."Come on. Lets go grab Larry and Kate then finish off rehearsal. We have to run through it entirely before I can let everybody go."
Miranda groaned and allowed her boyfriend to escort her down the narrow halls. The couple was once again oblivious to watching eyes.
What am I going to tell her?
"I don't know about you guys, but I would like to wrap this up sometime before I am 30. So, ladies and gents, please take your places…." Gordo announced before falling back into a chair in the front row. "Ken- cue the music."
The creative crew or Gordo, Miranda, Kate and Veruca sat across the front row. Kennedy was manning the sound board in the back and Eric was backstage.
"Should we splatter paint on the floor trailing Wilma?" Miranda whispered to Kate, watching "Wilma" stroll out of the kitchen with "Maggie" behind her.
Maggie: You git out of my kitchen and stay out!
Wilma: Okay! Okay! Don't get excited.
"Definitely add more paint," Kate replied. Silence once again fell upon the crew as they watched their cast bring Kurtz Gordon's play Henrietta the Eighth to life.
"Hey, are we getting a real pie for the last scene?" Eric asked.
Gordo shrugged and turned on his headset. "Ken- are you baking a pie or are we buying it?"
"David Gordon! That is such a sexist question to ask! Tell Miranda to put on her head set so I can complain to her! Just because I am in home ec doesn't mean-"
"Kennedy--" David started, but there was no way to stop the ranting co-director. Groaning, he took off his head set and put it on Miranda.
"Um, hello?"
"Hi Randa!"
Miranda laughed at the perky response from the usually reserved girl.
"What can I do for you?"
"Can you slap your boyfriend around?" Kennedy was one of the select few who knew of the Gordo and Miranda relationship. She had walked in on the couple making out one afternoon at Miranda's. After laughing at the red faced duo, she grinned and asked for her gown.
"Anything for you, Ken."
"Excellent. Anyway, tell Gordo that Marlene Jager is going to be bringing in fresh baked pies at both performances. Boys are so fun to mess with!"
"Will do. Tomorrow you are coming over right?"
"Yep."
Miranda grinned and took off the head set. "Marlene will be supplying the pies."
"At the peak of my delirium you girls have to play games don't you?"
Miranda just looked at him innocently, before returning her attention to the stage. Gordo rolled his eyes at the brunette. A feeling of pride swelled in him as he watched Henrietta chase Ray. Oh yeah, He had a good cast.