A/N: I just thought that I should remind everyone that this is a slash. If you're against some good old homosexual lovin', I suggest you read something else.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
I vaguely remember it. I must have been about five years old when I came rushing down the stairs that morning. I just had to see her. The whip. The outfit. Everything. I remember how even though I didn't really follow the plot, I loved watching "Batman", just so I could see the beautiful Catwoman. Ok, so I know that that it's kind of weird to have a crush on a cartoon character, let alone a woman dressed as a cat, but I was five. I didn't know any better.
My television crushes didn't stop there, though. I had moved on to realer, hotter girls. Jeannie, from, of course, "I Dream of Jeannie", Kimberly and Katharine- the first two pink power rangers, Buffy the vampire slayer. That one took out a good five years of my life.
The thing is, though, that's all television. Those are people who either don't exist in real life, have aged dramatically since I was a kid, or are way too famous to ever give me a second glace. I don't have to worry about ever meeting them in public. I don't have to worry about anything, really. I just keep all of these thoughts in my head, where nobody can judge me. Nobody could ever guess who I really was, and I was never going to tell. I wouldn't dream of ever telling anyone. Of course, that was before I met her…
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I turned the volume up on my discman as loud as it could go as I continued to walk over to my best friend's house. I started to bang my head as the loud music filled my ears. If there was any music on this earth better than emo, I hadn't heard of it. The walkwent by faster that I thought it would, and before I knew it, I was standing at Lizzie's front door.
"Hey," She greeted me. I saw her wince as her ears took in the sound from my blaring headphones. "Miranda, do you think that you could turn that down just a bit?" She really hated a lot of the stuff I listened to.
"Sure," I said. Reluctantly, I turned the volume down, but not enough for it not to be heard from a distance.
"Lizzie, there's no more sugar," A voice called out. It wasn't familiar, and I wondered who my friend had over so early in the morning. Normally, I was the only non-McGuire that could be found there at this time of day.
Lizzie rolled her eyes in irritation. "Maybe that's because you wasted it in your Froot Loops for breakfast yesterday. Or maybe it's because you put a good bit of it in you're ice cream sandwich for dessert, last night."
My eyes widened. It was very rear to see Lizzie that irritated. I could see a figure from down the hall heading towards the doorway where we stood. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the gorgeousness standing there beside Lizzie. With all those TV crushes, I thought I already knew what beauty was. I didn't realize how wrong I was until I saw her step into the light.
"You seem kind of pissed, Lizzie. What's…up…" the girls voice trailed off when she noticed me standing there. "Hello…" she said after kind of a long pause. "I'm Jessica Nalé, Lizzie's cousin. I'm staying here for the summer." She extended her hand for me. I looked into her deep green eyes and felt something weird happening in my stomach. In my nervousness, I fumbled for a bit with my discman before shaking hands with her.
"M…Miranda Sanchez." I wanted to slap myself for that slightly embarrassing introduction. For a few seconds, no words were spoken. Jessica then started to bob her head to the song I was listening to.
"Oh my God," she said with excitement. "I love this song!"
"No way, you listen to Brand New?" I asked in shock. It was hard to find people with the same taste in music as me.
"Only everything they've ever made! The tickle, the taste of…It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's chocking me up…"
"Die young and save yourself!" I chimed in. I was impressed that she knew the words, and that I actually sang along too, considering how I could barely shake her hand a minute earlier.
"Great, we have another Jessica on our hands, as ifone weren't enough." Lizzie said in a rude tone. "You want to do something today? Me you and Gordo?" she asked.
"What about your cousin?"
"You know what, I…it's ok," Jessica said, feeling that her presence would be unwanted. "I can hang out with Matt, or find some other kids in the neighborhood."
"Got that right," Lizzie said under her breath."
"No come on. It'll be fun. Besides, you don't want to spend your time with Matt. He might rub off on you," I said.
"I don't want to intrude…"
"You won't. Just hang with us. You'll like it!"
A/N: Sorry if anyone thought that I posted a new chapter. I actually just wanted to test someting out, so I took off the first chapter of this story, corrected some of the mistakes and put it back on. I just want to find out once and for all if I'll loose my reviews by editing my work. Thanks to anyone who reviewd this chapter the first time and if what you wrote to me gets deleted, I'm very sorry.