"Miranda!"

Stevie's voice instantly brought Miranda out of her peaceful slumber. She rolled over extremely slowly to face her small friend, but she didn't open her eyes or attempt to communicate with Stevie; she wanted to find out what she wanted before putting in the extraordinary amount of effort to actually move. Moving wasn't something that Miranda was a fan of – and if she could, she would avoid it at all costs.

"There's a postcard from Gary!" Stevie squeaked, waving the postcard in front of Miranda's face.

Stevie's voice further brought Miranda out of her semi-slumber, and she opened her eyes in a flash and attempted to sit up, but her body was having none of it. She flopped back down onto the bed, and the bed squeaked in protest. Both women ignored this – they were far too interested in the postcard from Gary. It was still unread, evidently, since Stevie was just as excited – and since, Miranda realised after glancing at her clock, it was only 9am, the post would've only just come; which meant that Stevie had ran straight up to her flat with it.

"Give!" Miranda blurted out before she could stop herself, and Stevie instantly handed it over. Miranda grabbed it eagerly, and sat herself up slowly in order to begin reading it properly. Her face dropped as she read it, and her back slumped downward, and she slowly laid down to begin to curl up.

"What does it say?" Stevie asked curiously, and Miranda just flung the card at her, which ended up landing on the floor. Stevie picked it up and began to read aloud:
"Having a blast in Hong Kong. Everyone is so lovely. One person in particular… What's that? Oh, it seems to be… A kind of love heart smiley face…" Stevie paused to examine this face, which causes Miranda to groan lightly; a groan full of pain. "Think I may be in love. Reply soon; want to hear how the restaurant is. Love, G."
Stevie, at lack of better word, was outraged. She placed the postcard down onto Miranda's bedside table with a thud, and scowled harshly, a low growl escaping her lips. Normally, Miranda would make a comment about this – but given what she had just read, she missed the opportunity.

"How on earth can he say he's in love with someone else?!" Stevie boomed (so loudly that it echoed throughout the room and even made Miranda jump a little), frowning, her eyebrows furrowing in the centre, her cheeks turning a little red with anger. "Does he not realize he's in love with you?" she asked, and even though the question was rhetorical, Miranda answers anyway in a dull voice.

"He was never in love with me, Stevie. That was just naïve optimism." Miranda mused, her tone reflecting the pessimism and unhappiness that was running through her body and would most likely do so for quite some time. Even to this day, Miranda still hadn't quite recovered from the first time she became aware of her love for him – how was she to get over the fact that he was falling for someone else? How was she to continue with her daily life now and pretend everything was okay? "Move; I want to cocoon myself." Miranda whispered grumpily to Stevie, who was now sat on Miranda's bed, and instantly cocooned herself in her duvet the second she moved, a low groan slipping her lips, though muffled by the fact that her face was stuffed into her pillows.

"You can't let it affect you like this Miranda! What would Heather Small say?" Stevie asked, extending her arm to pat Miranda softly, giving her a gentle nudge.

"I don't know, I'm too depressed to think." Was Miranda's response, which made Stevie groan with disdain. She was angry at Gary, extremely so; and she didn't want to see her best friend go one hundred steps backward in the process she had already made in an attempt to get over Gary and move on with her life.

"She'd ask you what you'd done today to make you feel proud!" Stevie urged, sitting herself directly next to her best friend – who, actually, was more like a sister. She inhaled a deep breath, before speaking again. "To which you should be able to answer: Miss Small, Miss Heather Small, today I got a postcard off of Gary and instead of curling up in a ball and eating away my feelings, I got up and helped Stevie run the shop and I went out and got some new clothes and then I made plans to go out with Stevie in order to find a new sensible, loving man, to take my mind off of Gary." She exhaled sharply after finishing that sentence, and she slowly bowed her head in order to allow her eyes to meet with Miranda's. "Well?"

"I guess you're right…" she whispered, rolling herself over onto her back, thus unwrapping herself from the duvet cocoon.

"Good girly! Work not shirk, hm?" Stevie said, sitting herself up and strutting out of the bedroom. "I'll make breakfast."

With a huff, Miranda sat herself up, and then stood herself up from the bed. She walked over to the small chair set in the corner of her room, where a pile of clothes were sat. She picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and got herself dressed and washed before exiting the room to her friend. "The new me shall reign-eth!" Miranda mused to Stevie, nodding her head assertively. "I can get over Gary, easily. So, how shall we do it?"

"First, I think you need to talk to Miss Small!" Stevie said; her voice projecting the excitement about her friends' new attitude; however genuine it was. She pulled up their signature Heather Small cut out, and sang on the top of her voice: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TODAY TO MAKE YOU FEEL PROOOUD?"

"Well, hello to you Miss Heather Small,"

"Hello."

"Today, I got a postcard from Gary Preston; and instead of letting it affect me, I'm getting on with my life and I'm going to have some serious fun."

Stevie dropped the cut out, and clapped loudly, a bright grin upon her face. "Right, where do we start?" she paused, though it wasn't a long enough pause to allow Miranda to respond. "Shopping! Quick, get ready. I'll be waiting for you down in the shop." With that, Stevie exited the room. Miranda sighed instantly, and turned.

"I hate shopping. There's nothing worse. You find something you like, look at the rails and find that there are only sizes available that you wouldn't even be able to fit your arm into. And the clothes you do find that are in the right size always look as if they belong in the section devoted to Grandma's. And I refuse to step foot into big and long. I will find something, I'm sure, even if it is a bit of a squeeze… Now do excuse me whilst I eat my breakfast and get myself sorted. I'll probably have a little bit of a cry… But shush, don't tell Stevie. Now shoo, of you go!"

A/N: I'm leaving this seemingly in the middle of the story because I have somewhere I want to go with it; and I want it to be a multiple chapter fic. Will most likely be posting the second chapter before the night is through. Please R&R.