Note: I hope to recognize my reviewers in my AN's-something I have been
unable to do in the Harry Potter fandom because no one is consistent as far as
reviewing goes! Argh! Let's hope you lot are better at that.
Child of the Stage: Hehe, my first reviewer-I love you! ;p I liked Nevermore even before I posted…I'm trying
to keep my story different from yours, and I hope I've succeeded. I'll have to check for updates on it later.
Ozgirlambrosia: The first and not the last to point out my
error. Thank you! Glad you liked it…sorry, I don't like either
of them very much-just the cuteness of the show (minus annoying cartoon Lizzie,
who I can't stand), the structure of it-sure, Lizzie and Miranda's worries are
a little unrealistic, and no one has time for conference calling unless you're
a total loser, and I've yet to meet a Kate-but hey, it's still fun: Matt and
Lanny just crack me up, her parents are so stupid it's funny, and Gordo is HOT,
HOT HOT!!!!!… if just a tad short.
Melissa: Thanks for telling me about Kate, I've fixed
that too. Oh, and about them being mean? Hehe, they're not mean, just narrow-minded, lol. Get used to it. (Sorry if I sound harsh, that's just the way my story's going to
be, and I can seriously picture them doing that.)
karen: You're closest so far,
lol. For some reason your review made
me laugh…hard.
toby: Thanks…I think. Clever of you, not passing judgment and
labeling it as 'so far'. I approve!
Anonymous: True. I don't know what I'd smoked when I wrote
that…lol, jk.
Medea Ziegler: I probably told you on IM that that's
absolutely funny-oh, and two weeks before school ended I switched to a locker
on the very right end of a row, so that I could throw it open without
obstructing anyone's way to their locker…hehe, and so Julia could be by her
boyfriend-who knows, I might do that in the story, too! I'm probably going to keep this as true to
what happens to me as possible-*grin*
Elze Tiki: They ARE hypocrites.
Medea (again): Yeah, thanks.
Athena McGuire: Constructive criticism! Oh yeah. You rock, too.
Gordolover: Yes, I do. Thanks for the encouragement.
doreen: Ooh, lavish praise-I like it!
Colleen*: Perfect timing to get
into my AN-I was just about to post, hehe, but I had to write these stupid
notes as a way to egg on my reviewers-hehe, review and you get one of these
little shoutouts! Maybe the corny
incentive'll actually work, who knows?
Yes, I do realize this is longer
than the actual story. Sorry.
Bird course, bird course! Everything seemed to scream this inviting phrase. Oh why, oh why, can't it be math? She sighed. It never was. English was always easy. Danny Kesler was eying her. She caught his glance, and he smiled broadly, wiggling his eyebrows in what he assumed was a macho fashion, nodding. "Heya, babe. Busy Friday night?"
Tani smiled sweetly, then frowned, looking thoughtful. After what seemed forever to Danny, she put a finger on her chin. "I'd love to do something with you, but I think you're too busy fucking yourself," she said finally.
Lizzie was sitting in the row behind her, and was looking scandalized. Danny Kesler, THE Danny Kesler, Miranda's crush, was hitting on the new girl, and she blew him off? She obviously didn't know anything about the inner social workings of their school. She'd have to either teach her better, or let her make a fool of herself. The latter seemed more promising in getting Gordo off this new-found "interest."
Danny furrowed his eyebrows, trying to work out what she'd just said.
Tani, meanwhile, snapped open the rings of her binder and took out a sheet of loose-leaf, taking her pen out of her pocket.
LATER
(in science, 2nd class of the day)
Ask her Gordon, ask her! He hadn't ever met a girl like her before. He was usually more together, and acted on what his inner voice said. It was usually right. And now it was very hard to ignore. Her collected but easygoing manner struck a chord with him, and he didn't know what to make of it. But perhaps he was being too hasty…nah. He had made friends with Lizzie right away, her being a sociable and likeable person, although most of the people at school didn't view her like that, rather, as an annoying tagalong. Miranda had taken a bit more time, as she was more reserved than Lizzie, although admittedly a better dresser and less superficial, much to her credit. Lately, however, she had been becoming more and more like Lizzie-a popularity junkie, and her clothing style had change, noticeably louder and more clashing since they had become so close. He was starting to feel pushed out of their friendship, as the odd one out in groups often does, and thought perhaps it was time to expand his currently limited circle of friends. He had begun to look at Lizzie as something more than a friend…as a girl (she was, after all, gorgeous), however, her jealousy of people she couldn't was starting to get to him, and he was starting to view her as a bit of a hypocrite, and not a particularly bright one at that. She was a good friend, and sensitive about other people's feelings, normally, but the rat pack dance had exposed her underlying desire to fit in, no matter what her other actions and carefully maintained exterior might imply. He knew she would leave him and Miranda in a second if it meant popularity with Ethan and Kate. And if he let on that he sort of liked her, then Miranda would be jealous. On the other hand, Miranda's personality when Lizzie wasn't around suited him much more than hers, and but then Lizzie would be jealous, and he risked losing them both if he listened to his instinct and showed his interest in Tani. Then again, if they really value my friendship, they can accommodate me, like I've been tolerating their girly rants for the past two years. Tani was saying something about chaos theory, which wasn't going through to his brain, which was occupied with the aforementioned thoughts. He finally interrupted her. "Um, Tani?"
"Oh, sorry, that was a little long, wasn't it-"
"It's not that…it's just that-are-oh, Jesus, this is harder than I thought-are you-uh-you-uh-oh…" he stuttered, trying to find the right words.
"Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Yes!"
"Wow! That's so sweet! Only one person's ever asked me, and it was on a roller coaster in Hersheypark, on a band trip, and he was just kidding! Oh, and then there was the Polish dude who was two years older but I couldn't bring myself to tell him I couldn't like him because of his…past, but he asked me to be his boyfriend, and he had that stupid little Terrence around him all the time, and he was ugly, too…but that's not important. That's cool!" She said this very fast.
"So that's a yes?"
"No."
"Oh." His face fell.
"Consider it a 'hell, yeah' kind of thing."
"How's Friday night? I was hoping to see Pearl Harbor…"
"I've seen it. Did you like Titanic?"
"I liked the cinematography, but the romance was a bit exaggerated. Very historically accurate, though."
"Yeah. I liked that, too. Well, take the romance, dilute it a lot, add approximately three gallons of sap, a thoroughly unconvincing acting attempt by Ben Affleck, two-thirds historical exaggeration, scenes on boats mimicking Titanic, and two hours of snogging in a subplot that does nothing to move along the action of the movie. The fifteen minutes of the actual bombing is wonderfully done, but that's the only redeeming quality, and it doesn't do much for the overall movie."
"That bad? I just assumed it was overly critiqued by the reviewers."
"Picture it this way-Richard Scarry trying to do something for four year olds with the emotional depth of Shakespeare."
"Ah. Well, how about Shrek or A Knight's Tale?"
"I'd really like to see the latter, but Shrek my brother wants to see. This Friday, did you say?"
"Yeah."
"I told my parents I would take him then."
"Would they object if a friend who just happens to be a boy came along?"
"Probably. Now, if a friend who just happens to be a boy incidentally shows up for the same showing at the theater, that would take a lot less explaining. I could probably bribe Francis to shut up with a bag of popcorn."
"It's a date, then?"
"It's a date."
"Aah!" whispered Lizzie to Miranda. "He just-asked her out! Oh my god! And she blew off Danny Kesler! I mean, he's so hot, like, who's gonna pick Gordo over him?!"
"Not me," said Miranda fervently.
"Or me!" screamed Lizzie as best she could without attracting attention. She tapped Gordo on the shoulder.
"Gordo, I thought Friday was always our 'the five days' conference!"
"Lizzie, you must have it confused with the Hundred Days," said Gordo dismissively. "We can chat after the movie."
"Fine!" she said haughtily. "Maybe it's just a phase," she said to Miranda.
But Gordo heard it. "Or MAYBE I've met someone with intellect equivalent to mine and I don't want you two ruining it!"
"Jeez! Be that way!" Miranda said, surprised at his outburst.
"Glad I have your approval." He turned away.
"Tani and David, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" taunted Miranda.
"Miranda, how much do you hang around Matt?"
"Matt? Since when do we hang around with HIM?" asked Lizzie incredulously.
"It just seems rather odd that a thirteen year old girl would spontaneously decide to sing nursery rhymes spontaneously."
"You need to add a few words to your vocabulary," Tani whispered confidentially. "I believe the middle school variation is 'Tani and Gordo, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G.' That would be much more effective in attempting to hurt someone's feelings, and in driving that wedge between you and him in further."
"Huh? I thought you put wedges in between the door and the floor?" asked Lizzie.
"Ooh, very good, you've mastered the concept of rhyming. Now, onto another aspect of descriptive language-figurative language!" she said, pretending to be proud of Lizzie's accomplishment, with the eager smile of a kindergarten teacher. "Figuratively, McGuire, figuratively," she finished sarcastically, the smile still in place.
"I don't get it."
"If you don't get it, you don't get it. Oops. I forget. You don't have the Post here."
"Yes we do, the Rocky Hill Post." (Er, let's assume the town they live in
is Rocky Hill, because that's the name of the middle school, as you can learn
from watching the rerun of the rhythmic gymnastics episode!)
"It's the slogan for the Washington Post. It's a DC thing. That was one of our jokes at school…we had lots of them…'who shot who in the what now?' and so on."
"You had a weird school."
"No, just a bored class and a very cool technology teacher. Our school itself was masquerading in a nice suburban neighborhood to hide the fact that it's funding makes it the equivalent of the ghetto, and about fifty years older."
"You lived in the ghetto?"
"I lived in a lakeside community. It was awesome. But we did have an apartment complex right near it, across the street from the library and extending to the 7-11. The kids from there went to my school, so the educational program wasn't quite up to par with my class. We were GTC…you had to test into it. Lots of funny people. They could misconstrue anything you were trying to say. If you say 'I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond yesterday' you'll hear lots of people laughing, and then have someone say 'I love the name' or 'You did WHAT after the shower?' It was a pretty diverse community, and all in all, very fun."
"Cool!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I wish our school was like that!"
"Judging from it, you're all worse-a bunch of sheltered suburban white kids and pretty boys. And preppy, too."
"I am not!" she said indignantly.
"I didn't say you were. I was referring to the overall impression conveyed by your look-alike student body."
Miranda and Lizzie looked at each other and shrugged.
"And on an issue completely off the subject and related to current events-have you heard about the new automatic Polish parachutes?"
"Engineering?" said Gordo with interest, having been ignoring them as to give them some privacy; his interest peaked by the last comment.
"Oh, yes! It's big news. They open on impact." Lizzie and Miranda shot questioning glances each other at the same moment that Gordo doubled over with laughter (no, it's not that funny, but I heard it today, so I had to use it!) and they tried to understand what she'd said. She saw their looks, and cracked up as well, practically falling on Gordo, who helped her back into her seat, one hand conveniently remaining on her waist.
Yes, I realize it has been ages! Hopefully I'll get as many reviews on this one as I did for the last-please, people, you make my life happy! Hehe. I mean, honestly, give me something to look forward to after math (ugh, summer camp at university)? Disclaimer: Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, Kate, Danny Kesler, and whomever else you recognize belong to the Walt Disney Corporation and their associates. I own myself, so that would be Tani. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes, and I hope you like it as much as I did writing it. I still have 2 stories to work on, and I want to get my poetry typed up before the summer ends. Any suggestions of what you want to happen? Should I make Lizzie and Miranda lesbian? Is this moving too fast? Anything can happen, especially with your input! So, please fill out the friendly review box, and, if you're so inclined, email me at Coquilla13@aol.com with suggestions, comments, or just to talk! Oh, and hopefully the next part will be longer, if I get a good response. 7 reviews should do nicely. Oh, and do you think I should up the censor to PG13, that is, if I end up having Miranda date Lizzie? (highly improbable, but expect the unexpected! Um, but then that would make it expected, so expect the normal stuff, because under the saying, it would be the unexpected…look at the time, almost 4…time to watch the Sunday Funnies Marathon, lol! Who's the girl who's sticking gum in Lizzie's hair in the preview? Hehe, guess I'll find out!)
~_^ Coqui the Mighty Frog
THE POLL! DO YOU THINK TANI IS A MARY SUE?!? Please respond in the form of a review or
email, I need to know whether I need to focus a bit more on my flaws, or should
I be perfect? Like I am in real life
**cough**? Which would you prefer?