Things I'll Never Say
A/N: No school today because of flooding and the snow we got last night, so I thought I'd go ahead and update again. I have nothing better to do, anyway, lol. As always, thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Chapter Six:
I was lying on my bed, reading my horoscope in the latest issue of Teen Girl when the door to my bedroom was flung open and Miranda came running inside. She jumped on my bed beside of me, making me bounce up and down for a moment before I dropped my magazine. "Lizzie, you have got to do me a favor!" she said urgently, forcing me to sit up with her.
I gave Miranda a funny look. "And what exactly would this 'favor' be?" I questioned, a little apprehensive about saying yes before knowing what she wanted me to do. From many years of experience, I knew that could be a bad thing, especially when dealing with favors for Miranda.
"You're going to hate me for this, I just know it, but you've got to consider doing it for me because if you don't then Dustin will get pissed at me, and the last time he got pissed at me, we didn't talk for almost two weeks and we almost broke up and I just don't want that to happen again! So, please, Lizzie, just do this one, little, tiny favor for me!" When Miranda finished, she was out of breath.
For a moment, I just sat there, trying to comprehend what Miranda had just said. She had talked so fast, running her words together, that it was hard to distinguish what she was saying. Out of all of that, I had been able to understand that Dustin would be mad at her for some reason or another, and she didn't want him to be.
"I'm going to say this one time, and one time only," I announced, watching as Miranda's eyebrows rose in anticipation. "What?" I asked finally, after a short pause. Her face fell.
"Lizzie, this is no time for joking," Miranda said, her voice taking on a whiny quality. She looked ready to cry. "I would do it for you!"
I held up my hand in a signal for her to stop talking, which she did. "Miranda!" I exclaimed in exasperation. "If you would just listen to yourself, then you would know that it was nearly impossible for me to understand what the hell you want me to do. So, explain."
Before she could begin rambling incoherently again, I added, "Slowly and calmly, please."
Miranda took a deep breath and pushed some hair, which was falling from her clips, behind her ear. "Okay," she started, "Dustin and I have a date tomorrow night. He told me a while ago that his cousin was coming in and that he couldn't leave him alone, so he was going to cancel our date and just make plans for the three of us - me, him, and his cousin - to stay in and watch a movie at Dustin's house. Well, me being Miranda and all, I really wanted to go on this date, so I told Dustin that it would be no problem to find a girl for his cousin to go with, and we could make it a double date!" Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me.
When Miranda said nothing else, I raised my eyebrows. "What? I see no problem, and no need for me to do you a favor," I said, confused. To me, it sounded like Miranda had the situation perfectly under control.
"Well . . ." Miranda's voice trailed off and she cleared her throat. "You see, Lizzie, that's not the problem."
I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. "Miranda Sanchez, what exactly is the problem?" I demanded.
She laughed nervously. Changing the subject, she joked, "That's the second time in the past three days that you've used my full name." A small smile formed on her face. "Wow, I think that's a record."
"Miranda," I said again, "what exactly is the problem?"
As Miranda always was when she had something big to ask me, she was visibly nervous. "The problem is, I completely forgot about finding Dustin's cousin a date," she said. Hurriedly, she continued, "I mean, these past few weeks have been hectic, helping you and Gordo with the play and all, and it just slipped my mind!"
I knew what was coming next before the words were even out of Miranda's mouth, so I instantly began to turn her down. "Uh-uh, no way! I am not going to go out with Dustin's cousin! Blind dates are not fun," I said. I stood up from my bed and walked across the room, as if distancing myself from her would help anything.
"Neither is a dead girlfriend," Miranda replied. "Lizzie, please? You're my best friend . . ."
I groaned and forced myself to stop looking at Miranda's pitiful puppy-dog eyes. The "you're my best friend" combined with her puppy-dog eyes always did me in. I couldn't stand them.
"Lizzie," she said again, "please? I would do it for you."
After a few more minutes of that, I caved. I couldn't help it; Miranda was a very convincing person, and one could rarely ever say "no" to her. That was something else I had learned from experience, so I had no idea why I'd tried to deny her in the first place.
Miranda lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. "Oh, Lizzie, you're the best friend I've ever had!" She pulled away and looked at me happily. "I owe you big for this."
"Yes you do," I muttered under my breath as Miranda began to happily fill me in on the details of Dustin's cousin.
A/N: I think I made the magazine Lizzie was reading (Teen Girl) up, but I'm not entirely sure, lol. To be on the safe side, it doesn't belong to me, but to whoever created it. I don't read magazines often, and when I do it's Seventeen.
Anyway, in this chapter was just a little bit of something that didn't focus around the play, because I'm sure other things would be going on in their lives aside from rehearsals and whatnot. But, the play is the focal point of this fic, so it will return within the next two or so chapters!
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
I was lying on my bed, reading my horoscope in the latest issue of Teen Girl when the door to my bedroom was flung open and Miranda came running inside. She jumped on my bed beside of me, making me bounce up and down for a moment before I dropped my magazine. "Lizzie, you have got to do me a favor!" she said urgently, forcing me to sit up with her.
I gave Miranda a funny look. "And what exactly would this 'favor' be?" I questioned, a little apprehensive about saying yes before knowing what she wanted me to do. From many years of experience, I knew that could be a bad thing, especially when dealing with favors for Miranda.
"You're going to hate me for this, I just know it, but you've got to consider doing it for me because if you don't then Dustin will get pissed at me, and the last time he got pissed at me, we didn't talk for almost two weeks and we almost broke up and I just don't want that to happen again! So, please, Lizzie, just do this one, little, tiny favor for me!" When Miranda finished, she was out of breath.
For a moment, I just sat there, trying to comprehend what Miranda had just said. She had talked so fast, running her words together, that it was hard to distinguish what she was saying. Out of all of that, I had been able to understand that Dustin would be mad at her for some reason or another, and she didn't want him to be.
"I'm going to say this one time, and one time only," I announced, watching as Miranda's eyebrows rose in anticipation. "What?" I asked finally, after a short pause. Her face fell.
"Lizzie, this is no time for joking," Miranda said, her voice taking on a whiny quality. She looked ready to cry. "I would do it for you!"
I held up my hand in a signal for her to stop talking, which she did. "Miranda!" I exclaimed in exasperation. "If you would just listen to yourself, then you would know that it was nearly impossible for me to understand what the hell you want me to do. So, explain."
Before she could begin rambling incoherently again, I added, "Slowly and calmly, please."
Miranda took a deep breath and pushed some hair, which was falling from her clips, behind her ear. "Okay," she started, "Dustin and I have a date tomorrow night. He told me a while ago that his cousin was coming in and that he couldn't leave him alone, so he was going to cancel our date and just make plans for the three of us - me, him, and his cousin - to stay in and watch a movie at Dustin's house. Well, me being Miranda and all, I really wanted to go on this date, so I told Dustin that it would be no problem to find a girl for his cousin to go with, and we could make it a double date!" Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me.
When Miranda said nothing else, I raised my eyebrows. "What? I see no problem, and no need for me to do you a favor," I said, confused. To me, it sounded like Miranda had the situation perfectly under control.
"Well . . ." Miranda's voice trailed off and she cleared her throat. "You see, Lizzie, that's not the problem."
I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. "Miranda Sanchez, what exactly is the problem?" I demanded.
She laughed nervously. Changing the subject, she joked, "That's the second time in the past three days that you've used my full name." A small smile formed on her face. "Wow, I think that's a record."
"Miranda," I said again, "what exactly is the problem?"
As Miranda always was when she had something big to ask me, she was visibly nervous. "The problem is, I completely forgot about finding Dustin's cousin a date," she said. Hurriedly, she continued, "I mean, these past few weeks have been hectic, helping you and Gordo with the play and all, and it just slipped my mind!"
I knew what was coming next before the words were even out of Miranda's mouth, so I instantly began to turn her down. "Uh-uh, no way! I am not going to go out with Dustin's cousin! Blind dates are not fun," I said. I stood up from my bed and walked across the room, as if distancing myself from her would help anything.
"Neither is a dead girlfriend," Miranda replied. "Lizzie, please? You're my best friend . . ."
I groaned and forced myself to stop looking at Miranda's pitiful puppy-dog eyes. The "you're my best friend" combined with her puppy-dog eyes always did me in. I couldn't stand them.
"Lizzie," she said again, "please? I would do it for you."
After a few more minutes of that, I caved. I couldn't help it; Miranda was a very convincing person, and one could rarely ever say "no" to her. That was something else I had learned from experience, so I had no idea why I'd tried to deny her in the first place.
Miranda lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. "Oh, Lizzie, you're the best friend I've ever had!" She pulled away and looked at me happily. "I owe you big for this."
"Yes you do," I muttered under my breath as Miranda began to happily fill me in on the details of Dustin's cousin.
Anyway, in this chapter was just a little bit of something that didn't focus around the play, because I'm sure other things would be going on in their lives aside from rehearsals and whatnot. But, the play is the focal point of this fic, so it will return within the next two or so chapters!