Changes-For Better or Worse?
Thanks for the reviews. I'll try to do better. Sorry, but I liked this story when I wrote it but now I've been writing a new one and I don't like this one as much. Just a note, I kept it very "G or PG" rated on purpose. I figured their young and innocent on the show so that's kind of how I wrote them even though it is unrealistic.
Chapter 5-Fun In the Sun
"I thought you said you knew how to skate", Miranda teased. "Let me just call up some of your big jock buddies and tell them that Mr. Ethan Craft needs me to hold his hand so he doesn't fall."
"Miranda Isabella Sanchez. Don't you dare. Besides I know how, I just forgot", he lied.
She held Ethan's hand as she guided him along the straight bike path before them. They were at the park rollerblading, or at least Miranda was rollerblading and Ethan was tripping and falling a lot.
They stopped at a bench and sat down to get a quick drink of water.
"You're good ya know. At this", Ethan said motioning to their skates.
Miranda smiled. "I used to come all the time with Lizzie. What's your excuse for being so bad at it?"
Ethan shrugged. "Don't know. Never came much I guess. But it's fun, uh sort of. When I'm not landing on my ass."
"We'll have to fix that then." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "We got to get you good enough so you can come skating with me all the time."
"I'm sure Lizzie still wants to skate with you", he said trying to get himself off the hook.
"I know", Miranda grinned. "She's coming with me tomorrow, but you still have no excuse." She gave him her best puppy dog look. "Let me teach you. Please!", she begged.
"Okay", he relented. He couldn't resist the pathetic puppy face. Ethan had to cover his ears to drown out her squeals as she hugged him. Man, the littlest things got her so excited.
Miranda was happy and had a right to be. Movie night had been fun and Gordo and Lizzie had kept their promise. Though Gordo was still being a little cold to her, Lizzie and her had come to an understanding. Regardless of who they were each dating or who they were friends with they were still best friends and had to make time for each other, just the two of them. They were going to have to work at it.
Miranda and Lizzie had even had a little girls only bonding after the guys went home that night, but it was still weird to hear Lizzie talk about Gordo in THAT way.
And Ethan, oh Ethan was better than ever. Everything about him was perfect. She still had a humongous crush on him, but it was different than it had used to be. It was more than a crush really, but she had been doing her best to block that out. What she needed most was a friend and she wasn't about to risk it by living in some fantasy world.
"Fine." The sound of Ethan's voice brought Miranda back to reality. "But only if we make a deal. I do this and then we do something I want."
Miranda stopped and looked at Ethan curiously. "Like what?"
Ethan racked his brain. "How about---oh, I know. Paintball! I love that game and there's a great place nearby." He thought for sure she'd never go along with that. If there was one thing he knew, girls hated to get dirty. And paintball could be a vicious game.
She raised her eyebrow. "You're on", Miranda said confidently. "I'm a wiz at paintball, but first you skate."
Ethan sighed. He should've known. Miranda would have to be the girl who didn't care about getting dirty or hurt. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him along the path. "I play paintball under one condition."
"What?", Ethan asked breaking his concentration and tripping over absolutely nothing in the process.
Miranda held on to his wrist to keep him from falling. "You let me stop by my house and change first. I know they give you those coverall thingies, but my mom will kill me if I get my new clothes dirty."
"Sure", Ethan agreed. That was Miranda for you. It was so weird. She was a girl, no doubt about it. She loved the mall, make-up, gossip, but with a twist. She wasn't all high maintenance the way Kate was. And when it came to competition Ethan had learned she was out for blood. His blood. And a little pain and paint wasn't going to stop her in the process.
Miranda released his hand and skated out in front of him, as he stood fixed to the spot trying to gain his balance. "You coming?", she asked.
Ethan just stared. Miranda was surprising him constantly and he was pretty sure she had a lot more in store for him, if only she'd let him in. Miranda glanced over her shoulder when she got no reaction from him. She caught his eye and winked. "Craft, are you coming or are you scared of me already?"
Meanwhile across the park, they had an audience.
Kate couldn't believe it. Miranda Sanchez, that little freak, was stealing her man. Okay, so Ethan wasn't exactly hers, but same difference. He was a jock and she a cheerleader. Back in junior high that meant everything and now---that little pipsqueak was taking her place and worst of all Ethan didn't seem to mind. He wasn't playing all dumb like he used to, but he was still majorly hot.
Now she had spent the better part of an afternoon hiding behind a tree spying on the two. It couldn't be romantic, could it? What did Miranda have? Kate was taller, a cheerleader, better dressed and certainly more developed. Ethan hadn't given Miranda the time of day in junior high, well that wasn't entirely true, but he didn't treat her any different than the rest of the drooling masses.
But this, this was completely sickening. Watching them skate, talk, laugh and whether they knew it or not---flirt. Kate stood up and brushed the dirt off her new skirt. This wasn't about Ethan anymore. Kate Saunders didn't lose and especially not to little obnoxious twits like Miranda. As far as she was concerned, this was war and all she needed was the perfect plan!
Thanks for the reviews. I'll try to do better. Sorry, but I liked this story when I wrote it but now I've been writing a new one and I don't like this one as much. Just a note, I kept it very "G or PG" rated on purpose. I figured their young and innocent on the show so that's kind of how I wrote them even though it is unrealistic.
Chapter 5-Fun In the Sun
"I thought you said you knew how to skate", Miranda teased. "Let me just call up some of your big jock buddies and tell them that Mr. Ethan Craft needs me to hold his hand so he doesn't fall."
"Miranda Isabella Sanchez. Don't you dare. Besides I know how, I just forgot", he lied.
She held Ethan's hand as she guided him along the straight bike path before them. They were at the park rollerblading, or at least Miranda was rollerblading and Ethan was tripping and falling a lot.
They stopped at a bench and sat down to get a quick drink of water.
"You're good ya know. At this", Ethan said motioning to their skates.
Miranda smiled. "I used to come all the time with Lizzie. What's your excuse for being so bad at it?"
Ethan shrugged. "Don't know. Never came much I guess. But it's fun, uh sort of. When I'm not landing on my ass."
"We'll have to fix that then." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "We got to get you good enough so you can come skating with me all the time."
"I'm sure Lizzie still wants to skate with you", he said trying to get himself off the hook.
"I know", Miranda grinned. "She's coming with me tomorrow, but you still have no excuse." She gave him her best puppy dog look. "Let me teach you. Please!", she begged.
"Okay", he relented. He couldn't resist the pathetic puppy face. Ethan had to cover his ears to drown out her squeals as she hugged him. Man, the littlest things got her so excited.
Miranda was happy and had a right to be. Movie night had been fun and Gordo and Lizzie had kept their promise. Though Gordo was still being a little cold to her, Lizzie and her had come to an understanding. Regardless of who they were each dating or who they were friends with they were still best friends and had to make time for each other, just the two of them. They were going to have to work at it.
Miranda and Lizzie had even had a little girls only bonding after the guys went home that night, but it was still weird to hear Lizzie talk about Gordo in THAT way.
And Ethan, oh Ethan was better than ever. Everything about him was perfect. She still had a humongous crush on him, but it was different than it had used to be. It was more than a crush really, but she had been doing her best to block that out. What she needed most was a friend and she wasn't about to risk it by living in some fantasy world.
"Fine." The sound of Ethan's voice brought Miranda back to reality. "But only if we make a deal. I do this and then we do something I want."
Miranda stopped and looked at Ethan curiously. "Like what?"
Ethan racked his brain. "How about---oh, I know. Paintball! I love that game and there's a great place nearby." He thought for sure she'd never go along with that. If there was one thing he knew, girls hated to get dirty. And paintball could be a vicious game.
She raised her eyebrow. "You're on", Miranda said confidently. "I'm a wiz at paintball, but first you skate."
Ethan sighed. He should've known. Miranda would have to be the girl who didn't care about getting dirty or hurt. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him along the path. "I play paintball under one condition."
"What?", Ethan asked breaking his concentration and tripping over absolutely nothing in the process.
Miranda held on to his wrist to keep him from falling. "You let me stop by my house and change first. I know they give you those coverall thingies, but my mom will kill me if I get my new clothes dirty."
"Sure", Ethan agreed. That was Miranda for you. It was so weird. She was a girl, no doubt about it. She loved the mall, make-up, gossip, but with a twist. She wasn't all high maintenance the way Kate was. And when it came to competition Ethan had learned she was out for blood. His blood. And a little pain and paint wasn't going to stop her in the process.
Miranda released his hand and skated out in front of him, as he stood fixed to the spot trying to gain his balance. "You coming?", she asked.
Ethan just stared. Miranda was surprising him constantly and he was pretty sure she had a lot more in store for him, if only she'd let him in. Miranda glanced over her shoulder when she got no reaction from him. She caught his eye and winked. "Craft, are you coming or are you scared of me already?"
Meanwhile across the park, they had an audience.
Kate couldn't believe it. Miranda Sanchez, that little freak, was stealing her man. Okay, so Ethan wasn't exactly hers, but same difference. He was a jock and she a cheerleader. Back in junior high that meant everything and now---that little pipsqueak was taking her place and worst of all Ethan didn't seem to mind. He wasn't playing all dumb like he used to, but he was still majorly hot.
Now she had spent the better part of an afternoon hiding behind a tree spying on the two. It couldn't be romantic, could it? What did Miranda have? Kate was taller, a cheerleader, better dressed and certainly more developed. Ethan hadn't given Miranda the time of day in junior high, well that wasn't entirely true, but he didn't treat her any different than the rest of the drooling masses.
But this, this was completely sickening. Watching them skate, talk, laugh and whether they knew it or not---flirt. Kate stood up and brushed the dirt off her new skirt. This wasn't about Ethan anymore. Kate Saunders didn't lose and especially not to little obnoxious twits like Miranda. As far as she was concerned, this was war and all she needed was the perfect plan!