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This chapter may seem a little pointless, but it's got a whole lot of background info that I realized the story was missing. So if you had any questions, hopefully this chapter may answer it. And just to warn y'all, updates may be less frequent then they have been. I know where the story is going to go, I'm just not sure how it's going to get there, so it may take some time.
Lizzie woke up late the next day, took a long shower and her mom cooked her breakfast. This is the lazy kind of day you take for granted when you're home, Lizzie thought to herself. This was her favorite kind of day. The only think that was missing was-
"Hey Lizzie!" Matt's voice boomed through the house. "Miranda's here!"
Lizzie grinned. Now there was only one thing missing, her other best friend.
"Hey girl." Miranda grinned at her and gave Lizzie a huge hug.
"Hey Miranda," Lizzie mom greeted her with a hug as well. "Do you want some breakfast?"
"You know me, Mrs. McGuire, I'm always up for food." Miranda said as she seated herself next to Lizzie. Within minutes, Lizzie and Miranda were working their way through stacks of French toast and talking a mile a minute in between bites.
"When'd you get home?" Lizzie asked Miranda, stuffing a forkful of food in her mouth.
"I've been home since yesterday morning." Miranda answered. "One of the perks of going to school close to home." She grinned.
"So how is USC?" Lizzie asked her friend. "I heard Kate's transferred there. I hope you haven't run in to her."
"Actually, I haven't. In a school that big, I don't run into people from high school very often. It's great though. I'm still majoring in Vocal Arts, but I'm thinking about changing my major to Music Recording. It all depends on my tryout tape. I told you I sent it to several producers in New York, right?"
Lizzie nodded. She, Miranda and Gordo had talked for hours the day Miranda sent copies tryout tape to numerous producers and record companies. Miranda wasn't sure if it would pay off, but they had fun imagining what Miranda's life as a Broadway star in New York would be like.
"And what about you, Dr. McGuire?" Miranda poked Lizzie in the arm. "How's life in the boonies?" She laughed.
"Colorado is not the boonies. At least, some of it's not." Lizzie retorted. "I really like it there, but it's kinda hard being so far from home. And I've got several years to go before I actually become a vet. School itself is tough. There's so much competition to get into vet school, even as sophomores. And some of the classes don't help. Organic chemistry is way hard."
"Yikes." Miranda looked at Lizzie, obviously thinking she was crazy. "There's a reason I don't take classes like that."
"I really like it though. My roommate Brenna is great. And she pre-med, so we've got a lot of classes together." Lizzie paused, thinking about missing home. "And if I get homesick in Colorado, think how Gordo must feel, all the way out at NYU!"
"Gordo's always been a little more…well, independent than you." Miranda reminded her. "I know he misses us and his parents, but he's going to film school at NYU. There's no way he'll miss his chance at being a director going to that school."
"No kidding." Lizzie agreed. Gordo had applied early to New York University's prestigious film program, not expecting to get in. But not only did he get in, but three of his documentaries, including the one from middle school with the hidden cameras, got him an academic scholarship. As heartbroken as they were, Lizzie and Miranda insisted he go, reminding him what an incredible opportunity it was. Luckily for Gordo, his parents agreed and had spent the last two years at one of the top film schools in the country.
"Oh, speaking of, I talked to Gordo last night," Miranda told Lizzie, swallowing a mouthful of French toast. "He said he's coming home today, but his parents want him to spend tonight with them, you know, family time. But he said we'll most definitely see him tomorrow."
"Awesome." Lizzie grinned, loving the idea of the three of them together again. "And Monday, we can–"
"Don't forget girls," Lizzie's mom interrupted her, "the funeral is Monday morning."
"Oh. Right." Lizzie answered, both her and Miranda hitting reality hard. "The funeral."
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