Miranda's Journal [Lizzie McGuire] ✔️

Chapter Five

"Come in," Gordo offered Miranda, stepping back and opening the door wider. It took Miranda a bit to walk in, but she did, and followed Gordo inside. He sat on the couch, but she didn't move. Miranda stared at him for awhile, then spun around towards the door. There she went again, walking out on him. To stop her, Gordo said the one question that had been on his mind.

"Miranda, do you like me?" Gordo blurted out, halting her footing. He stared at her back, waiting for her voice to answer. When she didn't, he spoke again.

"Miranda do you know how sad you made Lizzie feel? Did you know she'd come to me crying everyday? You missed our class trip to Rome Miranda and Lizzie was out having fun without me. You know how nice it would have been if you had been there to keep me company while Lizzie had adventures with a guy? Do you know what you did to us Miranda?"

Gordo took a deep breath after his spiel, while Miranda didn't move at all. The long pause between them made the situation intense and dramatic. He expected her to storm out of the apartment, but Miranda switched things up; she turned around and looked at him; their eyes in perfect line with each other, locked in place.

"Yes," she confessed under a big breath. "I did like you."

Not exactly Gordo's question, but still a huge clue. His interpretation of the entries had been right, but it still surprised him when she confessed it out of her own mouth. Now he had a swirl of questions floating in his brain. When did Miranda start liking him as more than a friend? How long has she liked him? Why did she like him? And the most important? Did she still like him? 

Now that the secret came out, everything made sense. Her journal entries about him and why she left without a goodbye. Miranda had fallen for him just the same as her best friend Lizzie, but Lizzie, she won. Miranda never got noticed by him, never went to the dance with him like she wanted and Gordo made things worse by pushing her away without realizing.

"Miranda," Gordo said, after taking it all in. "When you helped me get over my fear of bowling, did you like me then?" His tone was serious and his face focused on her face.

"Not really."

"What about when we were partners for that Mexico project? Is that when you developed a crush on me?"

"No, not really either."

Gordo cocked his head. "Then when did you start liking me? Was it that one time when you tried to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins? I'd like to know."

Miranda finally moved her feet and she stood closer to the couch. "How long do you have?" she asked.

"All night," he answered.

Miranda took a deep breath as she sat next to Gordo. She looked at him with intense eyes.

"Can I explain?"

"What?"

"Everything," she emphasized the word.

"Wow that's-"

"Would you listen?"

One corner of Gordo's mouth curved into a closed mouth grin. "I'll be here all night."

Miranda got more relaxed and lay her head back on the couch. Gordo watched her in deep thought; it felt comforting and though Miranda missed four years without him and Lizzie, nothing mattered but that moment then. Gordo wanted to listen to Miranda not only to learn why she left, but also for her voice. He hadn't heard it in so long, but never forgot how it sounded.

"So you knew Lizzie your whole life," Miranda started.

"Since we were in diapers," Gordo said.

"And I know we have haven't known each other that long, but I still felt so close to you, up until eighth grade."