Chapter 13:

Miranda sat in her room a couple of days later, at her drawing desk. One of Gordo's jazz cd's played in the background as she worked away on a sketch for her portfolio. Sighing, the girl put down her pencil and looked at the blue gown in front of her. This gown wasn't any gown. It was Lizzie's gown. Miranda pushed away from her desk and walked over to the dress. She pulled it out of the closet and placed in on her bed. Opening the door farther, she pulled out two silver shopping bags, one filled with shoes, the other with accessories.

Daniella Sanchez watched her daughter with interest. Miranda had filled her mother in of the drama with Lizzie the night before. She knew her stubborn daughter wouldn't show it while consumed with so much hurt, but Miranda missed her best friend. Miranda would not give up the Gordon boy, no matter what thought. Danielle really liked David. She had always hoped for a romance between her oldest and Roberta's only. Roberta had hoped so as well. Neither mother would ever express their thoughts to Jo McGuire. Jo adored a match between Lizzie and Gordo. She was dancing in the streets when the two began dating.

It wasn't that Roberta and Howard didn't like Lizzie, they loved her! The two just preferred the brunette for their son. In Roberta's eyes, Miranda was much more suited for their laid back son, instead of Lizzie and her usually over the top ways.

Stepping away from the door frame, Danielle made her way to her bedroom and picked up the phone.

"Berta? It's Dani. I think it's time we sit and have a chat with Jo. Could you do lunch tomorrow afternoon?"

Gordo sat on his laptop typing away on a scrip idea he had been toying with. With the play run almost over, he was relieved to be back at his work and preparing for his start at USC.

After the trip to New Zealand to see "Gorgeous," he would be heading down to LA to move into the dorms.

"David, could you spare a minute?" his dad asked from the door. David paused and turned to face his dad. "Sure, what's up?"

"Well, son. I know that you and Miranda have been seeing each other for sometime now. I also know that the prom is coming up which is why-"

"Oh my God, you are going to give me a sex talk aren't you?" Gordo blurted out in surprise.

"I just want to make sure you won't do anything without thinking. I know what it's like to be young and be with a beautiful young woman. I know all about the heat of the moment, especially on prom night.."

Gordo could not believe his ears. Sure, his dad had given the sex talk before, but now he was being more open. Covering his ears, he rose to his feet.

"Dad! Dad! Please, stop. Look, we have had this talk before. I know all about safe sex and everything else. Not from personal experience, but I know!"

"I know you are a smart young man, David, but just in case…" Howard Gordon said handing his son a bag and walked out of the room. Gordo sat down at his desk and opened the bag.

"Oh my God…"

His father had just given him a box of condoms.

Miranda parked her car and picked up the garment bag in the passenger seat. She debated what to do with the dress.

Should I leave it on the porch? Knock on the door? Call Mrs. McGuire?

Choosing to brave it, she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She was about to place the items on the porch when the front door swung open. Lizzie stood in the door way, hands on her hips.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't mean for it to come out as nasty as it must have sound to the girl she calls her best friend.

"I brought you your dress and stuff. You paid for it and with prom around the corner," Miranda began to explain awkwardly. There was an uncomfortable silence between to the two girls.

"Thanks," Lizzie whispered taking the items into her arms.

"Well, I guess I will be going," Miranda said quietly, turning to leave.

Lizzie bit her lip as she watched Miranda step off the porch.

"Miranda, wait!"