The Rest of the Story-Chapter 6
Attractions that shouldn't be allowed.
*Okay. . .I know most of you were disappointed about my choice to kill Matt. But most of you also suspected a twist coming on. Well you're right. But in order for me to get there. . .there has to be a distraction. I know the TIME FRAME is short. But I had to be able to get this in to fit with Lizzie and Gordo's wedding. So bare with me.*
2 Months Later
Miranda walked into her Psychology class 10 minutes late. The professor didn't even look up. He was used to her waltzing in up to 30 minutes late. This was good for her. She scanned the room for an open seat. Fortunately there was one on the end and she slid into it hoping nobody would notice her. She sat her bag down, only to have it spill out all over the floor. She sighed and bent over to pick it up. Today, and everyday for the past two months, had not been her day. As she was cleaning up the lose pens and books, the guy sitting next to her leaned over and handed her a stay pen.
"Is this yours?" He asked holding it out to her. Miranda looked up at him. He had light brown hair and was tall compared to her. His eyes were so blue she almost got lost in them. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on. Next to Matt of coarse. . .Matt. She would not let herself be attracted to him. She still loved Matt.
"Thanks." She said as she grabbed the pen from him.
"I'm Michael." He held out his hand again, but this time requesting a handshake.
"Miranda." She shook his hand quickly and returned her eyes to the front of the room.
"It's nice to meet you Miranda." Michael glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
When class was over, Miranda picked up her things quickly and walked briskly up the steps. She had another class all the way across campus in 10 minutes that was almost impossible to get to on time. She walked into the hallway and was halfway out the glass door when she heard somebody call her name.
"Miranda!" She whirled around. It was that Michael guy, from her Psychology class. He ran to catch up to her. "Hey."
"Hey." She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"What are you doing right now?" He asked.
"I've got a class in. . ." She looked at her watch. "Eight minutes and forty two seconds." She looked at him smugly.
"Oh. Well I just wanted to know if you would go with me to lunch?" He stared down into her eyes. Miranda felt herself wanted to say yes. But she remembered her class. . .and she remembered Matt.
"I can't. I've got class." She said deciding not to bring Matt into the conversation.
"You could always skip it." Michael smiled deviously.
"You don't ever give up do you?" Miranda asked. He shook his head no.
"I just want a beautiful girl to eat with." Miranda felt the air vanish from her lungs. "What do you say?"
Miranda Thinking: "I guess it couldn't hurt to go with him. I mean it's only lunch. I would probably end up eating alone anyway if I don't go with him. And my next class is Trig so that won't be hard to make up. But this is not a date! He is just a friend, A friend who called me beautiful. . .Oh never mind."
"Okay" Miranda smiled and he smiled back.
"Great! I was thinking. . .Bob's Burger Palace."
"That sounds really good." Miranda just realized how hungry she was. She had skipped breakfast this morning.
"Okay. . .We'll I guess I'll meet you there in like 10 minutes?" Michael opened the door for her and they stepped outside.
"Yeah, okay." Miranda pressed the unlock button on her car.
"Okay!" Michael smiled at her and started backing away.
"Michael! Look out!" Miranda screamed. Michael backed into the bike rack and fell over it. Miranda ran over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked bending over him.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She helped him up and brushed him off. She could feel him stiffen at her touch. "How 'bout those burgers?"
"Oh right. See you in a little bit." She got into her car and pulled out of the parking space.
"What about John Mayor?" Michael asked Miranda. They'd finished eating over an hour ago.
"Love him." Miranda took a sip of her Dr. Pepper. "What about you?"
"Ah. . .He's okay. A little overrated. I don't know why girls think he is cute." Miranda laughed at this comment. He loved the sound of her laugh.
"Maybe because he doesn't try to be cute." Miranda suggested. Michael shook his head.
"You are too much." He stared at her. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks. She looked at her watch. "Well I better get going." They both stood to walk out of the restaurant "Thanks. This is the first time I've laughed in a long time." She stuck her hand out. "Goodbye Michael."
"Wait. When can I see you again?" Michael asked and Miranda looked down at the ground.
Miranda Thinking: "He can't ever see me again. I have too much fun with him. I'm not ready for this. It's only been two months. I should still be grieving. I can't date yet."
"Um. . .I don't know." Miranda choked out. She couldn't tell him.
"Well. . .Can I have your phone number?" She could tell she was just digging herself in deeper with him.
"Yeah. Here." She took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote; Miranda Sanchez-- 555-2543.
"Thanks. I'll call you." He reached for her hand and they shook quickly. Miranda had to get out of there fast. "Oh Miranda!" Michael called before he got in his car. "I had a great time." She sort of half smiled at him and got quickly into her car before he could say anything else.
"Lizzie! Lizzie! Let me in!" Miranda screamed from outside the door.
"MIRANDA! USE YOUR KEYS!" Lizzie's scream was muffled. Miranda wondered if it was because she was inside the door or if it was because she was doing something else.
"I left my keys in my car!" Miranda squealed. "LET ME IN!" She waited a second and was about to open her mouth again when the door swung open. Lizzie's hair was ruffled and she was quickly buttoning her shirt. She smiled weakly at her best friend. Miranda pushed the door open further revealing Gordo, who was wiping his mouth. "Okay I don't even want to know what was going on in here, but that's not the point." Miranda quickly walked inside and threw her bag on her bed. "Gordo. . .Could we have some privacy?"
"Come on Miranda! I grew up with you. It's not like I haven't heard you talk about periods and what turns you on." Gordo smirked. He was right in her face. Miranda slapped him. Not hard. . .but enough to make Gordo blink.
"This is way more important." Miranda smiled. Lizzie let out a giggle.
"I've got something to do anyway." Gordo rubbed the side of his face. "Bye guys." He kissed Lizzie.
"Mmmmmmh." Lizzie moaned. He broke away and left. "Okay. What is it Miranda?"
"Well. . .I kind of met someone." Miranda stared at the floor for the second time today, but she could tell that Lizzie's eyes were getting wider.
"Wow. Just two months." Lizzie whispered.
"You don't think I know that!? I feel horrible that I went out with him!" Miranda yelled.
"You already went out with him?" Lizzie yelled at an equal volume.
"Well. . .Just to lunch."
"Who is it?" Lizzie asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"His name is Michael." Miranda smiled at his name.
"Well what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. . .I feel horrible. It has only been two months since my fiancé died." Miranda felt her eyes tear up. "I don't know. He has my phone number so maybe he won't call me."
"A girl as pretty as you? That's highly doubtful." Lizzie snickered.
"Do you think it's wrong?"
"Well. . .Do you still love Matt?"
"Yes!" Miranda said quickly.
"Then it's up to you. But Matt is gone. . .You can't be caught on him forever." Lizzie took a bite out of an apple from the basket on the counter. The phone rang. Both girls looked at each other and Lizzie crossed the room to answer it.
"Hello?" Lizzie looked over at her friend.
"Hi. . .Is Miranda Sanchez there?"
"Yes, hold on. Miranda. It's for you." Lizzie waited until she got over to the phone.
"Hello?" Miranda asked a little timidly.
"Miranda! It's Michael."
"Hi."
"Look I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Um. . .I don't know."
"Dinner and Dancing." Michael bargained.
"Look. . .you're a nice guy and all. . ." Miranda looked over at Lizzie. "I'd love to." Miranda felt free. She was going to finally let go of Matt.
"Great! Well. . .I'll pick you up at seven? Where do you live?"
"The Girls dorm. Room 254." She smiled to herself.
"Okay see you then." Michael hung up.
"What am I going to wear?" Miranda excitedly ran over to her closet and began flipping through her clothes. Lizzie came up behind her.
"I'm proud of you." Lizzie put her hand on Miranda's shoulder.
"Why?" Miranda turned around.
"You can finally let go now." Lizzie said, her voice shaky. Miranda stared at her for a second and then threw her arms around her best friend.
"Now help me decide on what to wear." They began sorting through clothes together. Miranda final decided on a white knee length skirt with a red ruffle trim and a red tank top with a jean jacket over it.
"Wow Miranda! You look hot!" Gordo said. Both girls spun around.
"Gordo! How long have you been in here?" Lizzie ran over to him, jumped on him, and straddled him with her legs.
"Why thank you Gordo." Miranda said and twirled around in front of the mirror. "I feel free." She applied some lip-gloss and fixed a stray piece of hair when there was a knock on the door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Lizzie asked. Miranda nodded. Lizzie opened the door and her mouth dropped. "You're Miranda's Michael?"
"LIZZIE?" Michael's eyes got wide.
"Wait! You know each other?" Miranda came into sight.
"Wow! Miranda you look. . .Gorgeous." Michael stared at her and she thought her face was on fire from the blush that arose.
"Yes. . .we know each other. He's my lab partner in our Chemistry class." Lizzie explained.
"Oh. What do you guys do in that class?" Gordo asked wrapping his arms around Lizzie to show they were together.
"Chemistry." Michael answered taking the hint. "Are you ready Miranda?"
"More than ready." Miranda smiled and Michael held out his hand. She accepted it gladly.
*This was a super long chapter! Don't expect many of these. I just really wanted Miranda and Michael to get their relationship going so I could ruin it later! MUHAhahaH*
Attractions that shouldn't be allowed.
*Okay. . .I know most of you were disappointed about my choice to kill Matt. But most of you also suspected a twist coming on. Well you're right. But in order for me to get there. . .there has to be a distraction. I know the TIME FRAME is short. But I had to be able to get this in to fit with Lizzie and Gordo's wedding. So bare with me.*
2 Months Later
Miranda walked into her Psychology class 10 minutes late. The professor didn't even look up. He was used to her waltzing in up to 30 minutes late. This was good for her. She scanned the room for an open seat. Fortunately there was one on the end and she slid into it hoping nobody would notice her. She sat her bag down, only to have it spill out all over the floor. She sighed and bent over to pick it up. Today, and everyday for the past two months, had not been her day. As she was cleaning up the lose pens and books, the guy sitting next to her leaned over and handed her a stay pen.
"Is this yours?" He asked holding it out to her. Miranda looked up at him. He had light brown hair and was tall compared to her. His eyes were so blue she almost got lost in them. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on. Next to Matt of coarse. . .Matt. She would not let herself be attracted to him. She still loved Matt.
"Thanks." She said as she grabbed the pen from him.
"I'm Michael." He held out his hand again, but this time requesting a handshake.
"Miranda." She shook his hand quickly and returned her eyes to the front of the room.
"It's nice to meet you Miranda." Michael glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
When class was over, Miranda picked up her things quickly and walked briskly up the steps. She had another class all the way across campus in 10 minutes that was almost impossible to get to on time. She walked into the hallway and was halfway out the glass door when she heard somebody call her name.
"Miranda!" She whirled around. It was that Michael guy, from her Psychology class. He ran to catch up to her. "Hey."
"Hey." She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"What are you doing right now?" He asked.
"I've got a class in. . ." She looked at her watch. "Eight minutes and forty two seconds." She looked at him smugly.
"Oh. Well I just wanted to know if you would go with me to lunch?" He stared down into her eyes. Miranda felt herself wanted to say yes. But she remembered her class. . .and she remembered Matt.
"I can't. I've got class." She said deciding not to bring Matt into the conversation.
"You could always skip it." Michael smiled deviously.
"You don't ever give up do you?" Miranda asked. He shook his head no.
"I just want a beautiful girl to eat with." Miranda felt the air vanish from her lungs. "What do you say?"
Miranda Thinking: "I guess it couldn't hurt to go with him. I mean it's only lunch. I would probably end up eating alone anyway if I don't go with him. And my next class is Trig so that won't be hard to make up. But this is not a date! He is just a friend, A friend who called me beautiful. . .Oh never mind."
"Okay" Miranda smiled and he smiled back.
"Great! I was thinking. . .Bob's Burger Palace."
"That sounds really good." Miranda just realized how hungry she was. She had skipped breakfast this morning.
"Okay. . .We'll I guess I'll meet you there in like 10 minutes?" Michael opened the door for her and they stepped outside.
"Yeah, okay." Miranda pressed the unlock button on her car.
"Okay!" Michael smiled at her and started backing away.
"Michael! Look out!" Miranda screamed. Michael backed into the bike rack and fell over it. Miranda ran over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked bending over him.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She helped him up and brushed him off. She could feel him stiffen at her touch. "How 'bout those burgers?"
"Oh right. See you in a little bit." She got into her car and pulled out of the parking space.
"What about John Mayor?" Michael asked Miranda. They'd finished eating over an hour ago.
"Love him." Miranda took a sip of her Dr. Pepper. "What about you?"
"Ah. . .He's okay. A little overrated. I don't know why girls think he is cute." Miranda laughed at this comment. He loved the sound of her laugh.
"Maybe because he doesn't try to be cute." Miranda suggested. Michael shook his head.
"You are too much." He stared at her. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks. She looked at her watch. "Well I better get going." They both stood to walk out of the restaurant "Thanks. This is the first time I've laughed in a long time." She stuck her hand out. "Goodbye Michael."
"Wait. When can I see you again?" Michael asked and Miranda looked down at the ground.
Miranda Thinking: "He can't ever see me again. I have too much fun with him. I'm not ready for this. It's only been two months. I should still be grieving. I can't date yet."
"Um. . .I don't know." Miranda choked out. She couldn't tell him.
"Well. . .Can I have your phone number?" She could tell she was just digging herself in deeper with him.
"Yeah. Here." She took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote; Miranda Sanchez-- 555-2543.
"Thanks. I'll call you." He reached for her hand and they shook quickly. Miranda had to get out of there fast. "Oh Miranda!" Michael called before he got in his car. "I had a great time." She sort of half smiled at him and got quickly into her car before he could say anything else.
"Lizzie! Lizzie! Let me in!" Miranda screamed from outside the door.
"MIRANDA! USE YOUR KEYS!" Lizzie's scream was muffled. Miranda wondered if it was because she was inside the door or if it was because she was doing something else.
"I left my keys in my car!" Miranda squealed. "LET ME IN!" She waited a second and was about to open her mouth again when the door swung open. Lizzie's hair was ruffled and she was quickly buttoning her shirt. She smiled weakly at her best friend. Miranda pushed the door open further revealing Gordo, who was wiping his mouth. "Okay I don't even want to know what was going on in here, but that's not the point." Miranda quickly walked inside and threw her bag on her bed. "Gordo. . .Could we have some privacy?"
"Come on Miranda! I grew up with you. It's not like I haven't heard you talk about periods and what turns you on." Gordo smirked. He was right in her face. Miranda slapped him. Not hard. . .but enough to make Gordo blink.
"This is way more important." Miranda smiled. Lizzie let out a giggle.
"I've got something to do anyway." Gordo rubbed the side of his face. "Bye guys." He kissed Lizzie.
"Mmmmmmh." Lizzie moaned. He broke away and left. "Okay. What is it Miranda?"
"Well. . .I kind of met someone." Miranda stared at the floor for the second time today, but she could tell that Lizzie's eyes were getting wider.
"Wow. Just two months." Lizzie whispered.
"You don't think I know that!? I feel horrible that I went out with him!" Miranda yelled.
"You already went out with him?" Lizzie yelled at an equal volume.
"Well. . .Just to lunch."
"Who is it?" Lizzie asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"His name is Michael." Miranda smiled at his name.
"Well what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. . .I feel horrible. It has only been two months since my fiancé died." Miranda felt her eyes tear up. "I don't know. He has my phone number so maybe he won't call me."
"A girl as pretty as you? That's highly doubtful." Lizzie snickered.
"Do you think it's wrong?"
"Well. . .Do you still love Matt?"
"Yes!" Miranda said quickly.
"Then it's up to you. But Matt is gone. . .You can't be caught on him forever." Lizzie took a bite out of an apple from the basket on the counter. The phone rang. Both girls looked at each other and Lizzie crossed the room to answer it.
"Hello?" Lizzie looked over at her friend.
"Hi. . .Is Miranda Sanchez there?"
"Yes, hold on. Miranda. It's for you." Lizzie waited until she got over to the phone.
"Hello?" Miranda asked a little timidly.
"Miranda! It's Michael."
"Hi."
"Look I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Um. . .I don't know."
"Dinner and Dancing." Michael bargained.
"Look. . .you're a nice guy and all. . ." Miranda looked over at Lizzie. "I'd love to." Miranda felt free. She was going to finally let go of Matt.
"Great! Well. . .I'll pick you up at seven? Where do you live?"
"The Girls dorm. Room 254." She smiled to herself.
"Okay see you then." Michael hung up.
"What am I going to wear?" Miranda excitedly ran over to her closet and began flipping through her clothes. Lizzie came up behind her.
"I'm proud of you." Lizzie put her hand on Miranda's shoulder.
"Why?" Miranda turned around.
"You can finally let go now." Lizzie said, her voice shaky. Miranda stared at her for a second and then threw her arms around her best friend.
"Now help me decide on what to wear." They began sorting through clothes together. Miranda final decided on a white knee length skirt with a red ruffle trim and a red tank top with a jean jacket over it.
"Wow Miranda! You look hot!" Gordo said. Both girls spun around.
"Gordo! How long have you been in here?" Lizzie ran over to him, jumped on him, and straddled him with her legs.
"Why thank you Gordo." Miranda said and twirled around in front of the mirror. "I feel free." She applied some lip-gloss and fixed a stray piece of hair when there was a knock on the door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Lizzie asked. Miranda nodded. Lizzie opened the door and her mouth dropped. "You're Miranda's Michael?"
"LIZZIE?" Michael's eyes got wide.
"Wait! You know each other?" Miranda came into sight.
"Wow! Miranda you look. . .Gorgeous." Michael stared at her and she thought her face was on fire from the blush that arose.
"Yes. . .we know each other. He's my lab partner in our Chemistry class." Lizzie explained.
"Oh. What do you guys do in that class?" Gordo asked wrapping his arms around Lizzie to show they were together.
"Chemistry." Michael answered taking the hint. "Are you ready Miranda?"
"More than ready." Miranda smiled and Michael held out his hand. She accepted it gladly.
*This was a super long chapter! Don't expect many of these. I just really wanted Miranda and Michael to get their relationship going so I could ruin it later! MUHAhahaH*