A/N: Wow. I can't believe my Shoe Sisterhood has reunited so quickly! I'm
so happy now! I already have people to thank. You should've seen how
surprised I was when I went on my screen name and my e-mail FWAPPED (that's
what I call it; it's how I can tell I received mail) to show I had EIGHT E-
MAILS. I only use that e-mail for fan fiction purposes, so I knew it was
reviews or some very funky reviewers e-mailing me! HAPPINESS. Anyway, some
of you (Heh, Heh, Heh..Nahima Tala, you sweetie!) reviewed Secluded and
Obscured, so I'll slap a big thank you on you as well.
Nahima Tala (My Boot): ::sniff:: Ms. Faithful returns! Very please. Yes, well, feel free to e-mail me (it is in my bio) so we can come together on something! Then again, I'll e-mail you. Sounds terrific. We sound do one of those groovy two-different-people's POV things. Like, you write one chapter in one person's point of view, and I write another in another person's point of view. Sounds fun, no? Angst-y stories rock pants. Ooh! I like that! PANTS. I like shoes better though. I've had this idea going for a while, and Secluded and Obscured was just what I needed to get my butt in gear! YAY FOR ME!! Well, yes, kisses, my sister!
Hiddenwriter: E-gads! A newbie-like substance! Hello. I think I like your stories, if I remember reading them..I do, but I might be confusing them with something...Oh, well, no matter, I'm sure I liked them. Anyway, yes, Secluded and Obscured ended happily, and this probably will too, because I'm a sucker for romance. This will probably be shorter too. Thanks for the review! Kisses!
Love-fool: Ah, Amy. How quickly I amuse you. Did I mention I love your little sneaker butt off? I DO. I HOPE your enticed, because if you aren't, there is just no point, my dear greenery. Continue soon I have. LOOK! Oh, yes. Right. Love, hugs, kisses, etc.
Espanachicana: Being part of the sisterhood is fool proof! Review my story five times, and you are automatically a shoe. But worry not my dear friend! I'm going to count your review from Secluded and Obscured, just because I love you so much! So now all you need is three more, which should be easy enough. I'll post quickly and start thinking of good names for you. This also gives you time to tell me your favorite kind of shoe, though it may be taken by my sisters. They are shoe people. Don't you know. Anyway, thank you MUCHO for reviewing and I'll continue ASAP. Kisses!
Caley: It's you again! YAY! More o' my sisters! I'm sad it ended as well. But now I have Senescent to amuse me and my evil mind! FUN! I was going to write another alternate ending for Secluded and Obscured instead of a sequel, but how cheap is that?! Anyway, it has already brought tears to my eyes (several) and I am making myself upset. Oh, well. Kisses!
Almost-never: Oh, look, it's you! Thanks a bunch, and I shall continue ASAP!!!
Starcraze: Hey, haven't heard from you in a while! Not since chapter 5 of Secluded and Obscured (which you reviewed three times, by the way). Gee.. that's a while! Anyway, thanks for reviewing. Glad to know you could deal, though I don't know if you'll have to yet. I'm thinking, for once. Kisses!
PinkPrincess: Sisterhoods living on....what the world needs these days! Glad to see another one of my favorite reviewers returned! Gordo has grown a tad more clueless, I must admit, but hey! WE CAN BLAME EVERYTHING ON LIZZIE!! Fun! I'll update as much as possible, but I can't promise just as fast as Secluded and Obscured. Oh well! My spring break is coming up, so you never know. MUCHO love! Kisses!
KarasumaFirestorm: Fan fiction can be EVIL at times. YAY! MORE SISTERS! And look! A sequel you can read! I'm glad you like gold. I was hoping I was making a good association with the fire thing. And gold is funky. I do not believe in writing graphic lesbian stuff, because I think it destroys the whole point of just-because-we're-different-doesn't-mean-we're-sickos-who- check-out-the-same-sex thing that homosexuals work really hard for. I mean, I don't care what they do in their own homes, but I'm not interested in writing about it. Probably because it's something I would be really bad at too. Well, in this sequel, Lizzie is a big part, so of course I'll go into it. But I digress. You BETTER do your homework! If you don't...um, I'll be mad! YEAH! Stay in school, kids. Kisses, sister!
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Disclaimer (much to differ from a certain sandal's point of view...): Oh, yes, I own Disney. In fact, I am Walt Disney himself writing about Lizzie McGuire. You bunch of sickos; OF COURSE I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE. If I did, Gordo would be tap dancing on my lampshade right now....
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I awoke with a curtain of sunshine blinding me. My head pounded with unspeakable pain as I stumbled out from beneath the white comforter. I checked my alarm clock immediately, feeling the heat from my forehead. 11:32 AM. Shit! I remembered vaguely agreeing to meet Gordo for breakfast.
What does it matter? I thought bitterly. Another scone feast with the topic of Lizzie everywhere. I noticed my answer machine blinking red. I pressed the PLAY button while I entered the kitchen to get coffee. I sipped in the scent as the messages started to babble on.
"Hey, Miranda? It's Gordo. Um, you didn't meet me for breakfast this morning-" No Duh. "-And I just wanted to make sure everything was, um, okay. Then again, knowing you, you probably just slept in and didn't bother to call knowing I would call now-" How DID he do that? "-yeah, so, call me back as soon as possible. I called the real estate woman and she said-" I pressed DELETE and moved on to the next message.
"Hey, Randy, It's Parker. Duh. Anyway, Gordo called and said you weren't answering because he's paranoid, so I thought I'd wake you up with the sound of my glorious voice." I snorted at this. "Anyway, I thought we'd catch a flick later or something; maybe get some coffee because of Gordo's new fetish with buying houses of your former friends....well, I wouldn't say former, really, more like your friend who has disappear off the face of this earth. Well, Larry is being a dork, as usual, so I have to go to this stupid convention for his work tomorrow, so if you want any Parker time (as everyone does) you must call soon. I mean, really soon. Like, me trying to get those god damn nicotine patches soon. Okay, so this is a long message, and you're like not answering, so I'm going to hand up now. Bye, and call me!" The answering machine beeped. Wouldn't you know Parker-my-stalker would incidentally move into the same apartment building? It was kind of helpful, actually. Despite her new found cockiness, Parker was very easy to talk to. It was amazing, really.
I quickly dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Hi," I sighed.
"What's going on now?"
"Will you meet me and Gordo for coffee? I don't know if I can handle it," I questioned, actually drinking coffee at the moment. I was slowly becoming an addict.
"Miranda, I know you love him," Parker said slowly. "But....can you really live like this?"
"No," I replied, pouring more coffee into my cup quickly. "But I can't live without him! I don't know. Just help me out here?"
"Of course," She said quietly. "I'll be over in five. Call Gordo and tell him to meet us later. And Miranda?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not helping it any, just living with it. You need to TELL him," With that, she hung up. Parker wasn't the type to say good bye. She once told me she thought it cluttered the impact of her words on people. I guess it does.
I gulped down the current mug of coffee while I dialed Gordo's number. I poured another mug as it rang. Don't pick up, don't pick up...
"Hello?," His voice came.
"Hi, Gordo," I laughed weakly.
"Just woke up?"
"You could say that," I nervously took another sip of coffee. "Do you want to meet me for coffee later?"
"Well, sure," He sounded like he was smiling.
It was so difficult sometimes. There were times Gordo made me feel like I was the only woman he would ever love in the entire universe, passed Pamela Anderson and Tyra Banks, passed Parker, passed even Lizzie.
And then there were times my heart took a suicidal dive, leading myself on. There was a distant look in his eye whenever he talked about Lizzie, like he was somewhere else with her. That bunnies-hopping, flower- skipping, sun-shining happiness only those sickening perfect-for-each-other couples ever experience.
We made our plans quickly and hung up, leaving a sort of ringing in my head, like his voice was still there.
Romantic, we were not. Even Larry Tudgeman, who, through growing up, people used to point and laugh at on a regular basis, wooed Parker, the un- woo-able. He left her roses, he called repeatedly, and he even sold his Star Wars action figures collection to buy her a diamond ring. They were happy.
Gordo and I were more of a title. We didn't do anything couple-y, we just were a couple. People never thought "Aw, they're so sweet" when they walked by. It wasn't apparent at all we were engaged but the ring.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I opened it quickly as Parker came in.
"Do you have any gum? I'm dying here," She greeted me.
"Uh, I think I have some Orbit or something," I said uncertainly, digging through the mess on the coffee table.
"A word of advice; Never smoke," Her eyes darted around nervously. "I can't go a second without something to do with my hands." She fiddled with her purse.
"I'm proud of you for quitting," I said, handing her a pack of gum. She automatically stuck five pieces in her mouth. "Keep it."
"So...I never went to Lizzie's house. At least I don't remember it. Is it nice?," She questioned through a mountain of sticky white mint flavoring.
"It's very..welcoming," I struggled for a word.
"Ah. In other words, a family house," She nodded knowingly. She stared at my clothes. "Are you still in your pajamas?"
"Yeah," I said absent-mindedly, my thoughts back at Gordo.
"You're not doing anything wrong, you know," She dug her fingernails into her own palm. "It's Gordo's fault he's thinking of-oh, god damn it, where's my stress ball when I need it?!"
"I MUST be doing something wrong," I sighed.
"No, no you're not. Trust me. Gordo's just being an ass, for God's sake! You have to set rules down for men, or they'll just walk all over you," Parker said knowledgeably, squeezing her purse tightly.
"He wouldn't be thinking of Lizzie if he was thinking of me! I must do something," I said determinedly.
Actions, supposedly, speak louder than words. So why is it whenever someone says "I must do something", everything crashes from there?
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A/N: All other's who reviewed the last chapter, I'll thank you next chapter since I didn't have time to add you in. Love you like a hipster should!
"Love is something eternal...The aspect may change, but not the essence."-Vincent Van Gogh
Nahima Tala (My Boot): ::sniff:: Ms. Faithful returns! Very please. Yes, well, feel free to e-mail me (it is in my bio) so we can come together on something! Then again, I'll e-mail you. Sounds terrific. We sound do one of those groovy two-different-people's POV things. Like, you write one chapter in one person's point of view, and I write another in another person's point of view. Sounds fun, no? Angst-y stories rock pants. Ooh! I like that! PANTS. I like shoes better though. I've had this idea going for a while, and Secluded and Obscured was just what I needed to get my butt in gear! YAY FOR ME!! Well, yes, kisses, my sister!
Hiddenwriter: E-gads! A newbie-like substance! Hello. I think I like your stories, if I remember reading them..I do, but I might be confusing them with something...Oh, well, no matter, I'm sure I liked them. Anyway, yes, Secluded and Obscured ended happily, and this probably will too, because I'm a sucker for romance. This will probably be shorter too. Thanks for the review! Kisses!
Love-fool: Ah, Amy. How quickly I amuse you. Did I mention I love your little sneaker butt off? I DO. I HOPE your enticed, because if you aren't, there is just no point, my dear greenery. Continue soon I have. LOOK! Oh, yes. Right. Love, hugs, kisses, etc.
Espanachicana: Being part of the sisterhood is fool proof! Review my story five times, and you are automatically a shoe. But worry not my dear friend! I'm going to count your review from Secluded and Obscured, just because I love you so much! So now all you need is three more, which should be easy enough. I'll post quickly and start thinking of good names for you. This also gives you time to tell me your favorite kind of shoe, though it may be taken by my sisters. They are shoe people. Don't you know. Anyway, thank you MUCHO for reviewing and I'll continue ASAP. Kisses!
Caley: It's you again! YAY! More o' my sisters! I'm sad it ended as well. But now I have Senescent to amuse me and my evil mind! FUN! I was going to write another alternate ending for Secluded and Obscured instead of a sequel, but how cheap is that?! Anyway, it has already brought tears to my eyes (several) and I am making myself upset. Oh, well. Kisses!
Almost-never: Oh, look, it's you! Thanks a bunch, and I shall continue ASAP!!!
Starcraze: Hey, haven't heard from you in a while! Not since chapter 5 of Secluded and Obscured (which you reviewed three times, by the way). Gee.. that's a while! Anyway, thanks for reviewing. Glad to know you could deal, though I don't know if you'll have to yet. I'm thinking, for once. Kisses!
PinkPrincess: Sisterhoods living on....what the world needs these days! Glad to see another one of my favorite reviewers returned! Gordo has grown a tad more clueless, I must admit, but hey! WE CAN BLAME EVERYTHING ON LIZZIE!! Fun! I'll update as much as possible, but I can't promise just as fast as Secluded and Obscured. Oh well! My spring break is coming up, so you never know. MUCHO love! Kisses!
KarasumaFirestorm: Fan fiction can be EVIL at times. YAY! MORE SISTERS! And look! A sequel you can read! I'm glad you like gold. I was hoping I was making a good association with the fire thing. And gold is funky. I do not believe in writing graphic lesbian stuff, because I think it destroys the whole point of just-because-we're-different-doesn't-mean-we're-sickos-who- check-out-the-same-sex thing that homosexuals work really hard for. I mean, I don't care what they do in their own homes, but I'm not interested in writing about it. Probably because it's something I would be really bad at too. Well, in this sequel, Lizzie is a big part, so of course I'll go into it. But I digress. You BETTER do your homework! If you don't...um, I'll be mad! YEAH! Stay in school, kids. Kisses, sister!
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Disclaimer (much to differ from a certain sandal's point of view...): Oh, yes, I own Disney. In fact, I am Walt Disney himself writing about Lizzie McGuire. You bunch of sickos; OF COURSE I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE. If I did, Gordo would be tap dancing on my lampshade right now....
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I awoke with a curtain of sunshine blinding me. My head pounded with unspeakable pain as I stumbled out from beneath the white comforter. I checked my alarm clock immediately, feeling the heat from my forehead. 11:32 AM. Shit! I remembered vaguely agreeing to meet Gordo for breakfast.
What does it matter? I thought bitterly. Another scone feast with the topic of Lizzie everywhere. I noticed my answer machine blinking red. I pressed the PLAY button while I entered the kitchen to get coffee. I sipped in the scent as the messages started to babble on.
"Hey, Miranda? It's Gordo. Um, you didn't meet me for breakfast this morning-" No Duh. "-And I just wanted to make sure everything was, um, okay. Then again, knowing you, you probably just slept in and didn't bother to call knowing I would call now-" How DID he do that? "-yeah, so, call me back as soon as possible. I called the real estate woman and she said-" I pressed DELETE and moved on to the next message.
"Hey, Randy, It's Parker. Duh. Anyway, Gordo called and said you weren't answering because he's paranoid, so I thought I'd wake you up with the sound of my glorious voice." I snorted at this. "Anyway, I thought we'd catch a flick later or something; maybe get some coffee because of Gordo's new fetish with buying houses of your former friends....well, I wouldn't say former, really, more like your friend who has disappear off the face of this earth. Well, Larry is being a dork, as usual, so I have to go to this stupid convention for his work tomorrow, so if you want any Parker time (as everyone does) you must call soon. I mean, really soon. Like, me trying to get those god damn nicotine patches soon. Okay, so this is a long message, and you're like not answering, so I'm going to hand up now. Bye, and call me!" The answering machine beeped. Wouldn't you know Parker-my-stalker would incidentally move into the same apartment building? It was kind of helpful, actually. Despite her new found cockiness, Parker was very easy to talk to. It was amazing, really.
I quickly dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Hi," I sighed.
"What's going on now?"
"Will you meet me and Gordo for coffee? I don't know if I can handle it," I questioned, actually drinking coffee at the moment. I was slowly becoming an addict.
"Miranda, I know you love him," Parker said slowly. "But....can you really live like this?"
"No," I replied, pouring more coffee into my cup quickly. "But I can't live without him! I don't know. Just help me out here?"
"Of course," She said quietly. "I'll be over in five. Call Gordo and tell him to meet us later. And Miranda?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not helping it any, just living with it. You need to TELL him," With that, she hung up. Parker wasn't the type to say good bye. She once told me she thought it cluttered the impact of her words on people. I guess it does.
I gulped down the current mug of coffee while I dialed Gordo's number. I poured another mug as it rang. Don't pick up, don't pick up...
"Hello?," His voice came.
"Hi, Gordo," I laughed weakly.
"Just woke up?"
"You could say that," I nervously took another sip of coffee. "Do you want to meet me for coffee later?"
"Well, sure," He sounded like he was smiling.
It was so difficult sometimes. There were times Gordo made me feel like I was the only woman he would ever love in the entire universe, passed Pamela Anderson and Tyra Banks, passed Parker, passed even Lizzie.
And then there were times my heart took a suicidal dive, leading myself on. There was a distant look in his eye whenever he talked about Lizzie, like he was somewhere else with her. That bunnies-hopping, flower- skipping, sun-shining happiness only those sickening perfect-for-each-other couples ever experience.
We made our plans quickly and hung up, leaving a sort of ringing in my head, like his voice was still there.
Romantic, we were not. Even Larry Tudgeman, who, through growing up, people used to point and laugh at on a regular basis, wooed Parker, the un- woo-able. He left her roses, he called repeatedly, and he even sold his Star Wars action figures collection to buy her a diamond ring. They were happy.
Gordo and I were more of a title. We didn't do anything couple-y, we just were a couple. People never thought "Aw, they're so sweet" when they walked by. It wasn't apparent at all we were engaged but the ring.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I opened it quickly as Parker came in.
"Do you have any gum? I'm dying here," She greeted me.
"Uh, I think I have some Orbit or something," I said uncertainly, digging through the mess on the coffee table.
"A word of advice; Never smoke," Her eyes darted around nervously. "I can't go a second without something to do with my hands." She fiddled with her purse.
"I'm proud of you for quitting," I said, handing her a pack of gum. She automatically stuck five pieces in her mouth. "Keep it."
"So...I never went to Lizzie's house. At least I don't remember it. Is it nice?," She questioned through a mountain of sticky white mint flavoring.
"It's very..welcoming," I struggled for a word.
"Ah. In other words, a family house," She nodded knowingly. She stared at my clothes. "Are you still in your pajamas?"
"Yeah," I said absent-mindedly, my thoughts back at Gordo.
"You're not doing anything wrong, you know," She dug her fingernails into her own palm. "It's Gordo's fault he's thinking of-oh, god damn it, where's my stress ball when I need it?!"
"I MUST be doing something wrong," I sighed.
"No, no you're not. Trust me. Gordo's just being an ass, for God's sake! You have to set rules down for men, or they'll just walk all over you," Parker said knowledgeably, squeezing her purse tightly.
"He wouldn't be thinking of Lizzie if he was thinking of me! I must do something," I said determinedly.
Actions, supposedly, speak louder than words. So why is it whenever someone says "I must do something", everything crashes from there?
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A/N: All other's who reviewed the last chapter, I'll thank you next chapter since I didn't have time to add you in. Love you like a hipster should!
"Love is something eternal...The aspect may change, but not the essence."-Vincent Van Gogh