[Disclaimer: I own Lizzie McGuire the same way that a duck owns another duck: they don't. I don't think. Who knows. I don't really give a duck.]

I decided to go ahead and add chapter 2, which is a little long than chapter 1. Let me know what you think!

Oh, and the chatroom number: I actually invited myself to an AIM chat and that was the number. Wacky, huh?

-The Elfin One

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Miranda's excited story went on for a long time afterwards, Lizzie eventually giving in and letting her hyperactive friend have some of the cookies. After all, it was her house, which meant her cookies. Miranda used this argument against the blonde, but Lizzie really gave in because of how funny it was to see Miranda act hyper. That night, after Lizzie left, Miranda signed onto the internet, hoping for not only her best friends to be signed on, but the boy she had been talking about all day as well.
Before she had time to check her buddy list or read any new e-mails, a chat invitation popped up.

::2Blonde4U has invited you to chatroom "Chat No 33681337543146155693"::

Miranda clicked 'accept', knowing that both of her buds were there.

::born2rock has joined chatroom "Chat No 33681337543146155693"::

2Blonde4U: hey miranda!

DGmoviemaker: hey, how was the trip?

born2rock: don't even get me started! it was soooo much fun!

2Blonde4U: yeah, gordo, don't get her started!! it took her like 2 hours to stop talking about her lover boy.

DGmoviemaker: lover boy?

born2rock: guys! when you say it that way it kinda makes it sound....wrong.

DGmoviemaker: I repeat- lover boy?

2Blonde4U: miranda met this guy over the summer in sacramento!

born2rock: lol- way to summarize the best thing that's ever happened to me, lizzie!

2Blonde4U: should I go into details about how you tripped?

born2rock: no, no, that's okay.

DGmoviemaker: so is he from Sacramento or something?

born2rock: yeah, he lives there.

DGmoviemaker: so are you guys going out? Is it a long distance relationship or something? or did you just call it quits when you left?

2Blonde4U: yeah, miranda. You didn't mention that earlier. what's the deal?

born2rock: umm...

DGmoviemaker: well?

born2rock: i need some music. this room is too quiet, and i gotta rock, guys.

2Blonde4U: you're avoiding the question! come on, tell us!

born2rock: i don't know

DGmoviemaker: you don't know?

born2rock: well, we didn't really talk about it. but we did exchange numbers, and s/n's and also snail mail addresses.

2Blonde4U: then it's definitely not over with! I mean, he wouldn't give you that stuff if he wanted to dump you or if it was just a summer thing.

born2rock: I guess so....

DGmoviemaker: so is he online right now?

born2rock: nope, I just checked.

2Blonde4U: what's his s/n?

born2rock: I'm not telling you! if I tell you, you'll bug him and then he'll know i gave it out to peeps!

2Blonde4U: no I won't! I won't even talk to him. but what if you're not on sometime and I am and I see him get on? then I could call you and tell you to get online!

born2rock: i guess- just promise you won't IM him? both of you?

DGmoviemaker: why would I?

born2rock: just promise!

DGmoviemaker: I promise.

2Blonde4U: ditto!

born2rock: okay, it's rocknsurf007

2Blonde4U: what's his name, btw? you never mentioned it.

DGmoviemaker: you spent 2 hours talking about him and you just now realized that she never said his name?

2Blonde4U: hello!? blonde!

born2rock: his name is alan twitty, but everyone just calls him twitty. :)

2Blonde4U: kinda like how everyone calls gordo gordo instead of david except gordo's last name isn't gordo it's gordon but that's close enough to gordo.

born2rock: yeah

DGmoviemaker: you're a smart one, lizzie.

2Blonde4U: don't hate!

DGmoviemaker: i'm just teasing

2Blonde4U: i know.

born2rock: anyways, i'm gonna head out and do some writing b4 bed. we should plan a day later this week that we can go to the mall and back-2-school shop.

2Blonde4U: my favorite word! shop!

DGmoviemaker: my favorite word! school! (ha ha, j/k)

born2rock: you're prolly not. later days!

DGmoviemaker: bye

2Blonde4U: see ya!

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"Ahh!" Miranda shouted as she tripped over a rather square object that had been placed in the middle of the room. She landed on one of her bean bag chairs, glad that it was in front of her and she wasn't completely smashed onto the floor. "I trip once over a stick and now I can never walk normal again!" She shook her head, amused by the whole situation, and then turned to see what had caused her to fall. It was around noon the next day, and she had just woken up. She figured she stayed up too late the night before, and instead of writing in her notebook, she had been reading what she had written over the summer. But, there wasn't much time left for sleeping in, so the way she figured it, she might as well enjoy the sleeping thing as much as possible before it's taken away!
She looked at the return address, the city, Sacramento, and the name, Alan Twitty, staring back at her. With a squeal she ripped off the tape, careful not to mess up the white label that her address and his was written on. She opened the box, first taking out a white envelope that was decorated with doodles and music note stickers. Inside was a letter written on white paper in his messy scrawl. It read:

Miranda:

I wrote this the day after you left and sent it the same day to make sure you'd get it when you got home. I had an awesome time with you this summer and I hope we can keep in touch. I know we have the phone numbers and all, but honestly, I'm a horrible phone person. Plus, long distance. No worries though, seeing as I'll be checking for you online everyday. If you don't feel the same and you don't want to see what happens, let me know, and I'll understand.
Anyway, I suck at the letter-writing thing, so I'll get to the point. In the box you'll find two CDs: one is the songs that I've sung with my band and the ones I played for you. The other one is songs I wrote while you were here but were too chicken to play, so instead I recorded them to send to you. I hope you like them. I'll talk to you soon.

-Twitty

PS: The stickers on the envelope are not mine- I borrowed them from some other people. I'm far too cool for stickers....
Okay, I lied. They are mine. But I bought them today, so it's not like I have a drawer somewhere full of girly stickers and markers and scented gel pens.
Although the orange ones smell really good...
Miranda laughed and instantly took the CDs from the box. As she did, a thin strip of paper fell out from between them. She laughed as she saw the photos they had taken together in one of those little booth things that was stationed near a hot dog stand. With a giggle, she decided to listen to the CDs before doing anything else this morning.
Actually, she changed her mind right after that. She just woke up and she had to go to the bathroom, so doing that first was probably a good idea. But after that- oh, after that- she'd definitely listen to the CDs.