A/N: Hey! This is a slow week, which means lots o updates! Enjoy them while
you can, I got vacation next week! Please continue reviewing! Also!! I've
thought of a title that will pertain to the story more as it progresses.
It's the title of an Alanis Morrissette song: Isn't It Ironic. The song
will show up in a later chapter. Of course, it's subject to change!
Thanks!! PS: Thanks to Chasing Maybe and all you other reviewers!
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed. I am a poor, jobless, high schooler. If I owned LM, you wouldn't be reading this!
Isn't it Ironic?
Chapter 3: Reunited (And it Feels So Good!) Hehe!
"Miranda!" yelled Lizzie frantically. "Wake up! It's 9:30!"
"Yeah, so?" replied a very groggy Miranda.
"So? We were supposed to leave here by 8:45! Gordo's flight gets in at 11:00! Remember?" Lizzie reminded Miranda as she towel dried her soaking wet hair. "It takes at least 45 minutes to get to the airport! You better hurry up if you want to take a quick shower!"
"Okay, okay!" mumbled Miranda. "So I guess breakfast is out huh?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Lizzie, tossing a pillow at her.
20 minutes later, the girls were scolding Mrs. McGuire for not waking them. "You looked so peaceful!" was her defense. However, all was forgiven when she handed them a care bag packed with warm chocolate chip and blueberry muffins.
"These are really good!" exclaimed Miranda, as they headed toward LAX airport in Lizzie's Jeep.
"Yeah. Mom's not the best cook, but she makes great baked goods." Commented Lizzie, as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Hey, since when do you drink coffee?" asked Miranda.
"Ah, since about midterms!" laughed Lizzie. "I'm a wimp though. This is more like coffee flavored milk. I add about half a cup of sugar too!"
"I'll stick to hot chocolate thanks." Replied Miranda.
They drove for about half an hour and finally began seeing signs for the airport terminals.
"Oh jeez. I know I wrote Gordo's flight information down somewhere." Lizzie though out loud. "Check my bag Miranda."
Miranda grabbed Lizzie's purse from the back seat and began fishing through it for a piece of paper. She came across a picture of the three of them, back when they were in middle school.
"This is an awesome picture Lizzie!" exclaimed Miranda, surveying it closely. It showed them as 13 year olds, at the lounge themed dance Miranda and Lizzie had decorated for.
"Remember that?!" asked Lizzie. "Gordo was so mad at us for exploiting "his" trend!"
"Totally!" replied Miranda. "Then he started flying those stupid airplanes with the nerds!"
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I remember! Boy, I can't wait to see him!"
"Me either." Replied Miranda, who had returned to searching for the flight info. She finally came across a pink post it note. "I got it!"
"Great!" replied Lizzie. "Now what terminal do we need to be in?"
"Lets see," responded Miranda, scanning the note, "He's flying US Airlines flight number 397, terminal D."
"Alright, we're at C now, so D should be coming up. Keep your eyes peeled." She commanded.
"Got it chief." Replied Miranda. She stared out the window for a few minutes. "There's a sign! Terminal D, next ramp."
"Ok," said Lizzie, making the turn. "Terminal D, here we come!"
After Lizzie and Miranda had parked the car, gone to the bathroom, and found the gate, it was 11:10. Lizzie went up to the desk to check the status of the flight.
"Well, they had a slight delay due to some early morning fog." Replied the attendant. "They should be arriving within the half hour."
"Great." Replied Lizzie. "Thank you!
Lizzie returned to Miranda, who was sitting in a chair by the window.
"Well, we didn't miss him." Lizzie said, as she sat down.
"That's good." Replied Miranda. "I can't believe we'll be seeing him in a few minutes."
"I know." Replied Lizzie. "It's as if it's our ten year reunion and we haven't spoken since high school or something."
"Yeah." Agreed Miranda. "But I'm excited. We have so much to catch up on!"
"I know!" exclaimed Lizzie. "We're going to have a blast! I have so many stories for you guys!"
Just then, the desk attendant came over the loudspeaker.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, US Airlines flight 397 has been cleared for landing, and should be arriving at the gate momentarily. Once again, Flight 397 will be arriving momentarily."
"Oh! Lets' go wait for him!" exclaimed Miranda, grabbing Lizzie by the arm, and dragging her to the gate door.
Lizzie peered through the window at all the planes pulling into the airport. Where was Gordo's plane? The few minutes that had passed since the attendant had spoken seemed longer than the four months! Finally, she saw a plane pull into the gate. They watched as the people began to exit; families, business men and women, people flying home, but no Gordo yet. Finally, when it seemed as if everyone else on the plane had left, a few stragglers came out of the gate. Among them was David Gordon.
He scanned the crowd looking for his two best friends in the entire world. One of them, the spunky, creative, brazen drama queen who had the uncanny ability to both annoy and amuse him with her antics. The other, the sweet, compassionate, kindhearted beauty; the only person in the universe whom he had known as long as his parents, the person he was looking most forward to seeing. He spotted them both before they saw him.
"Hey Sanchez! McGuire!" he called out.
"Oh my God Lizzie! Look! It's Gordo!" called out Miranda.
Lizzie quickly turned to see what Miranda was yelling about. She ran towards him, beating Miranda with her long strides.
"Gordo!" she screamed!
TBC!
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Disclaimer: Nothing has changed. I am a poor, jobless, high schooler. If I owned LM, you wouldn't be reading this!
Isn't it Ironic?
Chapter 3: Reunited (And it Feels So Good!) Hehe!
"Miranda!" yelled Lizzie frantically. "Wake up! It's 9:30!"
"Yeah, so?" replied a very groggy Miranda.
"So? We were supposed to leave here by 8:45! Gordo's flight gets in at 11:00! Remember?" Lizzie reminded Miranda as she towel dried her soaking wet hair. "It takes at least 45 minutes to get to the airport! You better hurry up if you want to take a quick shower!"
"Okay, okay!" mumbled Miranda. "So I guess breakfast is out huh?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Lizzie, tossing a pillow at her.
20 minutes later, the girls were scolding Mrs. McGuire for not waking them. "You looked so peaceful!" was her defense. However, all was forgiven when she handed them a care bag packed with warm chocolate chip and blueberry muffins.
"These are really good!" exclaimed Miranda, as they headed toward LAX airport in Lizzie's Jeep.
"Yeah. Mom's not the best cook, but she makes great baked goods." Commented Lizzie, as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Hey, since when do you drink coffee?" asked Miranda.
"Ah, since about midterms!" laughed Lizzie. "I'm a wimp though. This is more like coffee flavored milk. I add about half a cup of sugar too!"
"I'll stick to hot chocolate thanks." Replied Miranda.
They drove for about half an hour and finally began seeing signs for the airport terminals.
"Oh jeez. I know I wrote Gordo's flight information down somewhere." Lizzie though out loud. "Check my bag Miranda."
Miranda grabbed Lizzie's purse from the back seat and began fishing through it for a piece of paper. She came across a picture of the three of them, back when they were in middle school.
"This is an awesome picture Lizzie!" exclaimed Miranda, surveying it closely. It showed them as 13 year olds, at the lounge themed dance Miranda and Lizzie had decorated for.
"Remember that?!" asked Lizzie. "Gordo was so mad at us for exploiting "his" trend!"
"Totally!" replied Miranda. "Then he started flying those stupid airplanes with the nerds!"
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I remember! Boy, I can't wait to see him!"
"Me either." Replied Miranda, who had returned to searching for the flight info. She finally came across a pink post it note. "I got it!"
"Great!" replied Lizzie. "Now what terminal do we need to be in?"
"Lets see," responded Miranda, scanning the note, "He's flying US Airlines flight number 397, terminal D."
"Alright, we're at C now, so D should be coming up. Keep your eyes peeled." She commanded.
"Got it chief." Replied Miranda. She stared out the window for a few minutes. "There's a sign! Terminal D, next ramp."
"Ok," said Lizzie, making the turn. "Terminal D, here we come!"
After Lizzie and Miranda had parked the car, gone to the bathroom, and found the gate, it was 11:10. Lizzie went up to the desk to check the status of the flight.
"Well, they had a slight delay due to some early morning fog." Replied the attendant. "They should be arriving within the half hour."
"Great." Replied Lizzie. "Thank you!
Lizzie returned to Miranda, who was sitting in a chair by the window.
"Well, we didn't miss him." Lizzie said, as she sat down.
"That's good." Replied Miranda. "I can't believe we'll be seeing him in a few minutes."
"I know." Replied Lizzie. "It's as if it's our ten year reunion and we haven't spoken since high school or something."
"Yeah." Agreed Miranda. "But I'm excited. We have so much to catch up on!"
"I know!" exclaimed Lizzie. "We're going to have a blast! I have so many stories for you guys!"
Just then, the desk attendant came over the loudspeaker.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, US Airlines flight 397 has been cleared for landing, and should be arriving at the gate momentarily. Once again, Flight 397 will be arriving momentarily."
"Oh! Lets' go wait for him!" exclaimed Miranda, grabbing Lizzie by the arm, and dragging her to the gate door.
Lizzie peered through the window at all the planes pulling into the airport. Where was Gordo's plane? The few minutes that had passed since the attendant had spoken seemed longer than the four months! Finally, she saw a plane pull into the gate. They watched as the people began to exit; families, business men and women, people flying home, but no Gordo yet. Finally, when it seemed as if everyone else on the plane had left, a few stragglers came out of the gate. Among them was David Gordon.
He scanned the crowd looking for his two best friends in the entire world. One of them, the spunky, creative, brazen drama queen who had the uncanny ability to both annoy and amuse him with her antics. The other, the sweet, compassionate, kindhearted beauty; the only person in the universe whom he had known as long as his parents, the person he was looking most forward to seeing. He spotted them both before they saw him.
"Hey Sanchez! McGuire!" he called out.
"Oh my God Lizzie! Look! It's Gordo!" called out Miranda.
Lizzie quickly turned to see what Miranda was yelling about. She ran towards him, beating Miranda with her long strides.
"Gordo!" she screamed!
TBC!
Review!!!!! Thanks (