I want any fans of this story to read my other stories:
Libby McIntire (Just plain fun)
Can't Live Another Day (This is sappy, sappy , fluffy LG)
The Girl Nobody Noticed (Despressing, angsty Parker story..with murder.)
THANX!
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Christmastime. It was my favorite time of the year, even though it was never very Christmasy here like it was 'back home' in New York. There is was a snowy winter wonderland. Here its seventy-five degrees out, and I'm wearing capris on Christmas Eve.
Gordo and I have really repaired our friendship in the last few months. It hardly hurts anymore. Sure, sometimes, if I catch him staring at Lizzie, it stings...but I just tell myself that somedays, maybe Lizzie catches him staring at me.
But I wasn't going to let that rule my life.
"Honey? Will you pass me that box of garland?" I handed the big cardboard box to my mother, and stared out the window. "I want snow."
Mom sighed. "I know you do. We go through this every Christmas. But to have it snow here in Hillridge...its simply not possible."
I sighed, staring out the window again, looking at the little girls across the street, playing in shorts and tee shirts. Had they ever even seen snow?
The phone rang. "I'll get it!" I screamed, even though everyone already knew I would. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Merry Christmas, Miranda!"
I sat down on the couch. "And a Happy Hannukah to you, Gordo. Are you coming to the party tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Miranda. Christmas Eve, my two best friends, cookies, and egg nog? I'd be crazy to skip that."
I giggled. Sometimes Gordo was just so...unbearably cute. The things he'd say, simple as they were made me just want to kiss him. ...And there I go again, wallowing in self-pity. Wah, wah, wah, I miss having Gordo as my boyfriend, wah,wah, wah. Baby.
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"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an '54 convertible, too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dearSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo..."
I giggled as Gordo and I danced. He was mouthing to lyrics to the song and looking very funny. I picked a mini pizza off the snack table and stuffed it in his mouth. He acted shocked, then smiled as he licked the pizza sauce off his lips. "You are so weird..." I muttered.
"Me?" he asked, "You're the one who shoves Bagel Bites into random peoples mouths!"
"You're not random! You're Gordo!" The song stopped and another one started. Gordo let go of my hands. "I think I owe McGuire this one." And he went to dance with Lizzie.
I sighed. We had been having such a good time, I had almost forgotten we weren't...WE anymore.
"Something bothering you, Mija?"
Mija. Thats what my mom calls me. It means daughter in Spanish, I think. Mom was born and raised in Albany, but she still pretends like she knows how to speak Spanish. Which she doesn't.
"No." But my eyes were getting all teary and misty, and it was pretty obvious I was lying.
"Tell me all about it, Mija."
So I spilled. Every little detail about the kiss, the dating, the poem, the break up, and Ivan. Everything. And after it was all out I felt so...much...better.
Mom just stared at me for a second, as if she didn't know what to do. "Well, Miranda..." she finally said, "I think...if you still have feeling for Gordo, you should talk to him. Tell him how you feel, and things will work out like they're supposed to.
Typical mom advice. She had probably got that out of a book. Chapter six of good Parenting: When Your Daughter is In A Twisted Love Triangle Involving Her Two Best Friends, and How to Cope With the Problem.
Still, it couldn't hurt.
I walked up to Gordo. He was drinking egg nog, and standing alone. "Gordo, I need to talk to you."
He noticed the serious in my eyes immediatly. "Miranda...?"
He followed me. We stood right next to the hallway. I was shaking. "Gordo...I still really like you."
He stared at me. Suddenly I felt him take me hand in his. "I...still like you too Miranda. And maybe...if we try to work through this together, we can make it work, instead of just waiting around, waiting for feelings to evaporate."
I smiled, took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling. "Gordo?" I said softly.
"Yes?"
"Look up."
And we kissed under the mistletoe.
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You KNEW there was going to be a mistletoe scene as soon as you knew it was Christmas, didn't you?
I know I said in the last chap they would just be friends, and I wanted it to fit in with the real story, BUTA I COULDN'T TAKE IT!!!!!!! I wanted romance!
Libby McIntire (Just plain fun)
Can't Live Another Day (This is sappy, sappy , fluffy LG)
The Girl Nobody Noticed (Despressing, angsty Parker story..with murder.)
THANX!
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Christmastime. It was my favorite time of the year, even though it was never very Christmasy here like it was 'back home' in New York. There is was a snowy winter wonderland. Here its seventy-five degrees out, and I'm wearing capris on Christmas Eve.
Gordo and I have really repaired our friendship in the last few months. It hardly hurts anymore. Sure, sometimes, if I catch him staring at Lizzie, it stings...but I just tell myself that somedays, maybe Lizzie catches him staring at me.
But I wasn't going to let that rule my life.
"Honey? Will you pass me that box of garland?" I handed the big cardboard box to my mother, and stared out the window. "I want snow."
Mom sighed. "I know you do. We go through this every Christmas. But to have it snow here in Hillridge...its simply not possible."
I sighed, staring out the window again, looking at the little girls across the street, playing in shorts and tee shirts. Had they ever even seen snow?
The phone rang. "I'll get it!" I screamed, even though everyone already knew I would. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Merry Christmas, Miranda!"
I sat down on the couch. "And a Happy Hannukah to you, Gordo. Are you coming to the party tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Miranda. Christmas Eve, my two best friends, cookies, and egg nog? I'd be crazy to skip that."
I giggled. Sometimes Gordo was just so...unbearably cute. The things he'd say, simple as they were made me just want to kiss him. ...And there I go again, wallowing in self-pity. Wah, wah, wah, I miss having Gordo as my boyfriend, wah,wah, wah. Baby.
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"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an '54 convertible, too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dearSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo..."
I giggled as Gordo and I danced. He was mouthing to lyrics to the song and looking very funny. I picked a mini pizza off the snack table and stuffed it in his mouth. He acted shocked, then smiled as he licked the pizza sauce off his lips. "You are so weird..." I muttered.
"Me?" he asked, "You're the one who shoves Bagel Bites into random peoples mouths!"
"You're not random! You're Gordo!" The song stopped and another one started. Gordo let go of my hands. "I think I owe McGuire this one." And he went to dance with Lizzie.
I sighed. We had been having such a good time, I had almost forgotten we weren't...WE anymore.
"Something bothering you, Mija?"
Mija. Thats what my mom calls me. It means daughter in Spanish, I think. Mom was born and raised in Albany, but she still pretends like she knows how to speak Spanish. Which she doesn't.
"No." But my eyes were getting all teary and misty, and it was pretty obvious I was lying.
"Tell me all about it, Mija."
So I spilled. Every little detail about the kiss, the dating, the poem, the break up, and Ivan. Everything. And after it was all out I felt so...much...better.
Mom just stared at me for a second, as if she didn't know what to do. "Well, Miranda..." she finally said, "I think...if you still have feeling for Gordo, you should talk to him. Tell him how you feel, and things will work out like they're supposed to.
Typical mom advice. She had probably got that out of a book. Chapter six of good Parenting: When Your Daughter is In A Twisted Love Triangle Involving Her Two Best Friends, and How to Cope With the Problem.
Still, it couldn't hurt.
I walked up to Gordo. He was drinking egg nog, and standing alone. "Gordo, I need to talk to you."
He noticed the serious in my eyes immediatly. "Miranda...?"
He followed me. We stood right next to the hallway. I was shaking. "Gordo...I still really like you."
He stared at me. Suddenly I felt him take me hand in his. "I...still like you too Miranda. And maybe...if we try to work through this together, we can make it work, instead of just waiting around, waiting for feelings to evaporate."
I smiled, took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling. "Gordo?" I said softly.
"Yes?"
"Look up."
And we kissed under the mistletoe.
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You KNEW there was going to be a mistletoe scene as soon as you knew it was Christmas, didn't you?
I know I said in the last chap they would just be friends, and I wanted it to fit in with the real story, BUTA I COULDN'T TAKE IT!!!!!!! I wanted romance!