A/N: Ah, yes, another chapter. Again. I could hardly wait to update,
considering I just got a bunch o' reviews for chapter 11. AND NEWBIES. God,
I love newbies. And, of course, my faithful wonderful companions on the
road o' life (in other words, my special shoe-named friends). I definitely
have gained a lot from writing this fic (this is where it gets mushy) and
I'm actually thinking of a semi-sequel kind of thing. Well, an M/G thing
all the same. Though if I do write it, it will be sad ::tear:: at least at
first. I haven't mapped it out yet, considering I'm not sure if I'm going
to write it. Well, anyway, on top the thank you part:
Almost-never: Well, well. A newbie. Love, kisses, hugs. You'll get a lot of those, because we here at M/G fics anonymous have formed a loving community..oh, goodness. I JUST LOVE REVIEWERS TO PIECES! I think I'm going to cry. Or not. Well, THANK YOU. YOU ROCK. Don't we all feel the same way about those damn cliffers? Thanks MUCHO again.
The Elfin One: Of COURSE I'll e-mail you when I update. In fact, I just did. You know why? That's right, because I love you! I am completely agreeing with you (and not only because you read my fan fic and liked it lol). YOU ROCK ON HARDER. YOU ROCK THEM GOD DAMN MONKEYS.
Caley: We're TWINS. HOT PINK GOLF BALLS ON FIRE! You're cool; you've reviewed TWICE. If you review five times, I'm going to have to make you magenta (I am the only funky pink one; I'm sorry)! I ALWAYS mention my reviewers in my author note things, because you guys are what makes this possible! ::is happy because she got fifty reviews:: Now, ON TO ONE HUNDRED! (funky e-mail by the way)
Love-fool (Amy): Mini golf..the joys of it! Don't worry, I cheat too. I cannot successfully play mini golf without using my hands, and even then it lands in shrubbery. Luckily, mini golf isn't a fantabulous sport I need skill in to live! Or is it? Continue I will!
Elfin1: You reviewed just now, didn't you? You sneaky little devil! I like that...well, you get mentioned twice anyway, because I like elves! Thanks bunches!
Keeponwritin: Goodness, you are one fantabulous reviewer. Steamy on the tees, wasn't it? I want to play mini golf with Gordo! He could teach me how...of course, I'm like, five billion feet taller than him, but that's because I'm a freak. Shakespearean people rock monkey-age. We don't want our shoe sisterhood to be disappointed, do we? OOH THAT'S HIP. Shoe sisterhood! Okay, five reviews, and you're in the SHOE SISTERHOOD. That's SO hip. Kisses!
Baby-Angel aka Lala: Oh, my question lovie, still full of inquiries. Remember: there are no stupid questions...only stupid people. ::blink:: never did learn the rest of that phrase. Oh, well. This chapter shall answer your burning desires, I do hope, and LOOK! HERE IT IS! READ IT!
March 20
Running, I've been told, is beneficial exercise. Besides trimming fat and keeping you healthy, it keeps your heart going. Well, the only thing I think about when I run is my breaking heart.
"Miranda!" I definitely heard my name THAT time. Why did he chase after me? Did I really deserve this love? Did I really deserve this pain?
I ran harder, faster, just TRYING to escape. The wind in my ears sliced against my skin, my hair blowing wildly in the wind. A girl can only run so much...
"Miranda, stop!"
"Go away!," I sobbed, turning my head briefly. No, don't speak. Use every ounce of energy to... I started the grow lazy in running, kicking my legs back with each stride. The ground became moist and my sneakers dug into it. Damn cheap pieces of... I fell to my knees, blinded by tears. I heard the engine stop and a door slam. I stood up quickly, determined to run faster, farther...
"No you don't!" Gordo grabbed my hands, tugging me to stay put.
"Go away!," I repeated pathetically, tears streaming down my face. I prayed it thought it was rain.
"What did I ever do, Miranda?," He asked desperately.
"It's not you," sobbed. "It's what I did. I'm to blame."
"No, Miranda, no! It's not your fault..," He trailed off and sighed. "At least let me drive you home."
"I can walk," I sniffled, and started walking, drenched. He grabbed my arm again and dragged me to the car.
"In." I reluctantly hopped in. I felt immature, pouting like a drenched rat with my arms crossed. The rain pitter-pattered on the window. I could feel Gordo glance over to me occasionally, but he didn't speak. Thank God.
"You know when Lizzie and you were going out?," I felt myself say. He glanced at me quickly.
"Yeah..."
"You guys acted really retarded. All lovey-dovey, like the world was perfect or something. I hated you guys...but I hated it mostly because I wanted a relationship like that," I admitted.
"So..you're saying you...you kissed me because you wanted what I used to have?," He questioned.
"Yeah," I said through gritted teeth. "Yeah, I think so." We sat in silence for a moment, drinking in this new lie. I wondered if that was disappointment or interest in his eyes. I knew what I hoped. I guess that's all I knew then. If only my heart were a book, and Gordo could read its pages and be filled to the brim with love and devotion like me! If only he knew.
We stopped in front of my house all too soon. I said good bye, trying to hide my pain. As he drove away, I could only think about one thing.
When I was four, all I wanted to be was five. I would cross of the days on my calendar until I became five, using a bright red marker. A couple weeks before my fifth birthday, I handed out invitations to a party. The day before my birthday, I could hardly hold still. And ON my birthday..no one came. I felt an incredible surge of emptiness and betrayal, and I even told my grandmother this. She told me that if I ate enough chocolate pudding, the emptiness would go away.
There's not enough chocolate pudding in the world to fill this emptiness.
I stumbled into my room lazily, only to find...Lizzie.
"Hey..," I greeted her, confused.
"Your mom let me in," She explained, jumping up and dropping a copy of J-14. I waved my hand to assure her it was fine. "What's the matter? You look disappointed."
"I just screwed myself into the ground with Gordo," I sighed, picking up the dropped J-14 and flipping through it. I glanced up at her. "Don't pretend not to be happy about it." I dropped the magazine. "Go ahead, take him. I don't care."
" I don't want to go out with Gordo," She shifted uncomfortably.
"What? Are you telling me you actually love Larry?," I teased.
"No," She replied quietly.
"Then who is this mystery love?," I questioned.
"You," She whispered.
Almost-never: Well, well. A newbie. Love, kisses, hugs. You'll get a lot of those, because we here at M/G fics anonymous have formed a loving community..oh, goodness. I JUST LOVE REVIEWERS TO PIECES! I think I'm going to cry. Or not. Well, THANK YOU. YOU ROCK. Don't we all feel the same way about those damn cliffers? Thanks MUCHO again.
The Elfin One: Of COURSE I'll e-mail you when I update. In fact, I just did. You know why? That's right, because I love you! I am completely agreeing with you (and not only because you read my fan fic and liked it lol). YOU ROCK ON HARDER. YOU ROCK THEM GOD DAMN MONKEYS.
Caley: We're TWINS. HOT PINK GOLF BALLS ON FIRE! You're cool; you've reviewed TWICE. If you review five times, I'm going to have to make you magenta (I am the only funky pink one; I'm sorry)! I ALWAYS mention my reviewers in my author note things, because you guys are what makes this possible! ::is happy because she got fifty reviews:: Now, ON TO ONE HUNDRED! (funky e-mail by the way)
Love-fool (Amy): Mini golf..the joys of it! Don't worry, I cheat too. I cannot successfully play mini golf without using my hands, and even then it lands in shrubbery. Luckily, mini golf isn't a fantabulous sport I need skill in to live! Or is it? Continue I will!
Elfin1: You reviewed just now, didn't you? You sneaky little devil! I like that...well, you get mentioned twice anyway, because I like elves! Thanks bunches!
Keeponwritin: Goodness, you are one fantabulous reviewer. Steamy on the tees, wasn't it? I want to play mini golf with Gordo! He could teach me how...of course, I'm like, five billion feet taller than him, but that's because I'm a freak. Shakespearean people rock monkey-age. We don't want our shoe sisterhood to be disappointed, do we? OOH THAT'S HIP. Shoe sisterhood! Okay, five reviews, and you're in the SHOE SISTERHOOD. That's SO hip. Kisses!
Baby-Angel aka Lala: Oh, my question lovie, still full of inquiries. Remember: there are no stupid questions...only stupid people. ::blink:: never did learn the rest of that phrase. Oh, well. This chapter shall answer your burning desires, I do hope, and LOOK! HERE IT IS! READ IT!
March 20
Running, I've been told, is beneficial exercise. Besides trimming fat and keeping you healthy, it keeps your heart going. Well, the only thing I think about when I run is my breaking heart.
"Miranda!" I definitely heard my name THAT time. Why did he chase after me? Did I really deserve this love? Did I really deserve this pain?
I ran harder, faster, just TRYING to escape. The wind in my ears sliced against my skin, my hair blowing wildly in the wind. A girl can only run so much...
"Miranda, stop!"
"Go away!," I sobbed, turning my head briefly. No, don't speak. Use every ounce of energy to... I started the grow lazy in running, kicking my legs back with each stride. The ground became moist and my sneakers dug into it. Damn cheap pieces of... I fell to my knees, blinded by tears. I heard the engine stop and a door slam. I stood up quickly, determined to run faster, farther...
"No you don't!" Gordo grabbed my hands, tugging me to stay put.
"Go away!," I repeated pathetically, tears streaming down my face. I prayed it thought it was rain.
"What did I ever do, Miranda?," He asked desperately.
"It's not you," sobbed. "It's what I did. I'm to blame."
"No, Miranda, no! It's not your fault..," He trailed off and sighed. "At least let me drive you home."
"I can walk," I sniffled, and started walking, drenched. He grabbed my arm again and dragged me to the car.
"In." I reluctantly hopped in. I felt immature, pouting like a drenched rat with my arms crossed. The rain pitter-pattered on the window. I could feel Gordo glance over to me occasionally, but he didn't speak. Thank God.
"You know when Lizzie and you were going out?," I felt myself say. He glanced at me quickly.
"Yeah..."
"You guys acted really retarded. All lovey-dovey, like the world was perfect or something. I hated you guys...but I hated it mostly because I wanted a relationship like that," I admitted.
"So..you're saying you...you kissed me because you wanted what I used to have?," He questioned.
"Yeah," I said through gritted teeth. "Yeah, I think so." We sat in silence for a moment, drinking in this new lie. I wondered if that was disappointment or interest in his eyes. I knew what I hoped. I guess that's all I knew then. If only my heart were a book, and Gordo could read its pages and be filled to the brim with love and devotion like me! If only he knew.
We stopped in front of my house all too soon. I said good bye, trying to hide my pain. As he drove away, I could only think about one thing.
When I was four, all I wanted to be was five. I would cross of the days on my calendar until I became five, using a bright red marker. A couple weeks before my fifth birthday, I handed out invitations to a party. The day before my birthday, I could hardly hold still. And ON my birthday..no one came. I felt an incredible surge of emptiness and betrayal, and I even told my grandmother this. She told me that if I ate enough chocolate pudding, the emptiness would go away.
There's not enough chocolate pudding in the world to fill this emptiness.
I stumbled into my room lazily, only to find...Lizzie.
"Hey..," I greeted her, confused.
"Your mom let me in," She explained, jumping up and dropping a copy of J-14. I waved my hand to assure her it was fine. "What's the matter? You look disappointed."
"I just screwed myself into the ground with Gordo," I sighed, picking up the dropped J-14 and flipping through it. I glanced up at her. "Don't pretend not to be happy about it." I dropped the magazine. "Go ahead, take him. I don't care."
" I don't want to go out with Gordo," She shifted uncomfortably.
"What? Are you telling me you actually love Larry?," I teased.
"No," She replied quietly.
"Then who is this mystery love?," I questioned.
"You," She whispered.