Whatever It Takes
A/N: You know you can't hate me because of my double-post. Please don't run towards me with flaming torches, because I'm doing the best I can. Our school has been nice since they gave us a day off yesterday, so I'm very happy now. So, enjoy the next installment in my strangely addictive story, Chapter Ten!
Chapter Ten: Tell Me What You Thought About
Miranda had gotten home from San Luis Obispo for a few hours, but she hadn't bothered to call her friends. What she really wanted to do was feel sorry for herself and hate her friends for not calling the minute after they expected her to be home. Too bad that Miranda had given them instructions not to miss her too much. She was sure that they didn't, and that they had some sort of a not-so-hot date. They were probably too worried about if the other liked them or not to do something about it, she thought. So she grabbed her phone and dialed Lizzie's number first. She would hear both sides of the story.
"Miranda?" Lizzie answered after a few rings.
"Hey, you don't have caller ID, do you?" Miranda teased, happy Lizzie anticipated her call.
"Uh, no. But I was expecting you. Where were you? I was waiting by the phone for two hours! I even missed the best dinner in the world, Stroganoff," Lizzie said sarcastically. Miranda knew that Lizzie's mom's stroganoff was very infamous.
"Lucky you. Sorry, my mom made me unpack and I lost track of time . So, how was your weekend?" Miranda said, her voice immediately getting more interested.
"Uh . you really wanna know?" Lizzie asked, fluttered and distant.
"Why do you think I asked? C'mon, spill!" Miranda teased.
"Okay then. Well, uh, Gordo and I went to the movies and saw Pirates of the Caribbean and went home," Lizzie said quickly. Miranda instantly knew that the last part was way incomplete.
"Wow, I feel like I'm gonna yawn. Well, sometimes seeing your grandparents eat Jell-O is much more interesting than going on a date with one of your best friends," Miranda said, her voice playful.
"It was NOT a date! It was simply two friends seeing a movie. Very innocent," Lizzie said, furious. But it was obvious Miranda needed two sides of the story.
"Okay, well I have to go. Places to go, things to do, people to see. See you!" Miranda said, and clicked off. She dialed Gordo's number. The phone rang on and on, when Mrs. Gordon finally answered.
"Hello?" Mrs. Gordon answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Gordon. May I speak to Gor- uh, David, please?" Miranda coughed, holding back giggles.
"Sure, Miranda, dear. Hold on a moment," Miranda heard Mrs. Gordon yell Gordo's name.
"Hey, Miranda. You take a long time traveling, you know that?" Gordo asked.
"Long story. Unpacking, lost time. You've heard it before. So, how was your date with Lizzie?" Miranda immediately asked.
"It was alright. Did she tell you anything?" Gordo asked anxiously.
"She made it clear to me that it wasn't a date, but since you're not defiant, tell me the scoop!" Miranda said.
"We went to Bayfair, saw a movie, and she kissed me. Not an eventful night," Gordo said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Wait- you said she kissed you?!?!" Miranda muffled the speaker, but Gordo could still hear her squeals. " Oh my God, she kissed you. So how was it, long, short, sweet, passionate ." Miranda searched for more adjectives.
"Hold up, Ricki. Give me a second! Well, the first one was very short and awkward, but the second one was longer," Gordo said, pretty spacey.
"TWO TIMES! And you said last night wasn't eventful. What did she wear?" Miranda was starting to get annoying.
"She wore jeans and a tank top. Nothing special. Let's leave the rest for Lizzie to explain tomorrow when we all get there together. Be there early, I wanna see how she reacts," Gordo said, sounding mischievous like Miranda.
"Well, 'bye, Gordo. I gotta go. Hey, tongue or no tongue?" Miranda joked.
"Bye," Gordo clicked off, a bit annoyed, but thankful for the excuse to reminisce. He went to bed, still thinking about last night's events.
E/N: Hehe, I call this "Miranda as Ricki Lake". But I figured it wouldn't go with all my titles, and my work is usually untitled. I'll try to write soon, so just anticipate.
A/N: You know you can't hate me because of my double-post. Please don't run towards me with flaming torches, because I'm doing the best I can. Our school has been nice since they gave us a day off yesterday, so I'm very happy now. So, enjoy the next installment in my strangely addictive story, Chapter Ten!
Chapter Ten: Tell Me What You Thought About
Miranda had gotten home from San Luis Obispo for a few hours, but she hadn't bothered to call her friends. What she really wanted to do was feel sorry for herself and hate her friends for not calling the minute after they expected her to be home. Too bad that Miranda had given them instructions not to miss her too much. She was sure that they didn't, and that they had some sort of a not-so-hot date. They were probably too worried about if the other liked them or not to do something about it, she thought. So she grabbed her phone and dialed Lizzie's number first. She would hear both sides of the story.
"Miranda?" Lizzie answered after a few rings.
"Hey, you don't have caller ID, do you?" Miranda teased, happy Lizzie anticipated her call.
"Uh, no. But I was expecting you. Where were you? I was waiting by the phone for two hours! I even missed the best dinner in the world, Stroganoff," Lizzie said sarcastically. Miranda knew that Lizzie's mom's stroganoff was very infamous.
"Lucky you. Sorry, my mom made me unpack and I lost track of time . So, how was your weekend?" Miranda said, her voice immediately getting more interested.
"Uh . you really wanna know?" Lizzie asked, fluttered and distant.
"Why do you think I asked? C'mon, spill!" Miranda teased.
"Okay then. Well, uh, Gordo and I went to the movies and saw Pirates of the Caribbean and went home," Lizzie said quickly. Miranda instantly knew that the last part was way incomplete.
"Wow, I feel like I'm gonna yawn. Well, sometimes seeing your grandparents eat Jell-O is much more interesting than going on a date with one of your best friends," Miranda said, her voice playful.
"It was NOT a date! It was simply two friends seeing a movie. Very innocent," Lizzie said, furious. But it was obvious Miranda needed two sides of the story.
"Okay, well I have to go. Places to go, things to do, people to see. See you!" Miranda said, and clicked off. She dialed Gordo's number. The phone rang on and on, when Mrs. Gordon finally answered.
"Hello?" Mrs. Gordon answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Gordon. May I speak to Gor- uh, David, please?" Miranda coughed, holding back giggles.
"Sure, Miranda, dear. Hold on a moment," Miranda heard Mrs. Gordon yell Gordo's name.
"Hey, Miranda. You take a long time traveling, you know that?" Gordo asked.
"Long story. Unpacking, lost time. You've heard it before. So, how was your date with Lizzie?" Miranda immediately asked.
"It was alright. Did she tell you anything?" Gordo asked anxiously.
"She made it clear to me that it wasn't a date, but since you're not defiant, tell me the scoop!" Miranda said.
"We went to Bayfair, saw a movie, and she kissed me. Not an eventful night," Gordo said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Wait- you said she kissed you?!?!" Miranda muffled the speaker, but Gordo could still hear her squeals. " Oh my God, she kissed you. So how was it, long, short, sweet, passionate ." Miranda searched for more adjectives.
"Hold up, Ricki. Give me a second! Well, the first one was very short and awkward, but the second one was longer," Gordo said, pretty spacey.
"TWO TIMES! And you said last night wasn't eventful. What did she wear?" Miranda was starting to get annoying.
"She wore jeans and a tank top. Nothing special. Let's leave the rest for Lizzie to explain tomorrow when we all get there together. Be there early, I wanna see how she reacts," Gordo said, sounding mischievous like Miranda.
"Well, 'bye, Gordo. I gotta go. Hey, tongue or no tongue?" Miranda joked.
"Bye," Gordo clicked off, a bit annoyed, but thankful for the excuse to reminisce. He went to bed, still thinking about last night's events.
E/N: Hehe, I call this "Miranda as Ricki Lake". But I figured it wouldn't go with all my titles, and my work is usually untitled. I'll try to write soon, so just anticipate.