A/N: Goodness. I just sort of decided I wanted to update for kicks. These
author notes are REALLY old, mind you, so what I'm telling you might've
changed.
See the light: I said at the end of Secluded in Obscured in the last author notes (though I didn't expect anyone to read lol) that Lizzie is indeed all the way lesbian. I'm glad your happy I wrote a sequel! That's the best things about you guys....I wave my magic author wand, and you like me! :::sniff:: you really like me! MUCHO thanks for the review, MUCHO.
Jennavette: Spiffiness is life. I feel super bad for Miranda too ( but I'll deal, because I wave my magic author wand and everything's BEAUTIFUL. Or not. We'll see. I update ASAP all the time ::has bragging rights:: so you don't have to worry.
Baby-Angel aka Lala: You're back, my fabulous question lovie. Of course they'll be happy..or NOT. BWA HA. I love doing that. Don't worry about it, lamb. Thanks bunches for reading!
CaptainLavender: Dude..cool pen name. Oh, yes, anyway, thank you for reviewing. I like reading M/G fics personally, but on the show its more me yelling "GET TOGETHER WITH LIZZIE!" at the screen. I'm weird like that. MUCHO thank you for the review, MUCHO woman. Stress on the MUCHO.
Mochaccino: HEAR THAT EVERYONE???? SHE READ MY BEST FIC EVER AND LIKED IT!!!! This kid is going places, I swear. Hello. Newbie, you are, and a cool one at that. I'm glad you want to be part of the Sisterhood, because it is about the coolest thing ever! You can put your little title in your bio, you can wear hip shoes, you can wear buttons that say "I AM A SISTA, MISTA!" Ooh, yes. Five reviews and your in, kid. I like calling you kid, for some reason. Here's lookin' at you, kid. I like that, kid. Well, yes, you can only call someone a goat so much. Kisses!
Hiddenwriter: The reason Lizzie is out of their lives is because they went their separate ways....again. And now that Gordo has become a Lizzie fanatic, Miranda is rekindling her horrid feelings towards Lizzie, which is really unfortunate. And now I definitely remember reading your stories and liking them. Which was it..Ah, yes! I read How Did We Get Here? NOW I remember! Yes, well, very hip, friend. Hip factor. Well, thanks and love!
PinkPrincess: I'm glad you liked this chapter! I've tried to read your new story, but fan fiction won't let me ::glare:: but form what I understand it's cute. I'll review ASAP. SHOE SISTERHOOD FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nahima Tala: I never get sick of hearing from you, dude. Unfortunately, I'm being lazy and not responding in long responses for this chapter. But sounds funky, do e-mail, and thanks a bunch! WE SISTAS!!!
Espanachicana: third review...don't think I'm not keeping track! Or is it fourth..oh, crap. Oh well. Third, I believe. You are an addict. MY MISSION IS COMPLETE! Thanks for review, chica, MUCHO thanks.
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The café was a tiny little place, with round tables with iron vines curling up the sides. Fountains surrounded it, allowing water to billow out of the stone plumbing. At night it was lit by candles and in the day, we depended solely on the sunlight filtering through the tainted glass.
I loved that café. I liked to sit there, drinking my cup after cup of coffee and just watch people walk by. At better times, Gordo and I had fun counting how many minutes each car had to stay at the traffic light.
"Did you know the average person spends two weeks waiting for the light to change?," He complained. That's a lot of life to waste.
I have a sort of phobia against wasting life away. It was a small insomniac habit at one point, but now it was a full blown issue. I was terrified of time and death. Between coffee bean to coffee bean, I prayed for life. For one breath to another, it was a game of walking on hot coals. Life was just a game. Love was just a game.
If there is a God, he'll let me win.
"Miranda," Gordo said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. "Did you get my message? About the house?"
"No," I responded innocently. Parker glanced at me sideways, but occupied herself with a hackie sack Gordo found. She squeezed it tightly as Gordo gave me a suspicious glance.
"Well, it is looking good," He smiled.
"Great," I said with the best fake genuine smile I could muster.
Parker bit her lip nervously and threw the hackie sack back at Gordo.
"You okay, Park?," I questioned.
"No," She said panicked. "I need my stress ball. I don't need a god damn BAG OF BEANS. I NEED A STRESS BALL." As if on cue, our waiter came up.
"May I help you?," He asked politely.
"Have any balls?," Parker questioned, nervously picking at her napkin.
"Excuse me?," He blinked.
"Stress balls, idiot; you know, something I can squeeze so I can have something to do with my god damn HANDS?," She ripped the napkin in half.
"She just quit smoking," I explained to him quietly.
"Must you put my emotions down to my bad habits? God!," She played with the lose threads at the end of the ripped napkin.
"Um...I could get you a Flamingo Passion," The waiter suggested uncertainly. "It's the special...it's got strawberries and..."
"Did you know flamingoes are pink because they eat shrimp?," Gordo offered.
"I don't want your damn flamingoes!," Parker cried. "I want to kill someone!" It was at this point any hope that was left went downhill.
"Well, miss, um..I'm going to have to ask you to calm down..," The waiter looked at me helplessly.
"You know what? Screw you, buddy!," Parker threw her napkin on the table. "Screw the male population!"
"Parker!," I whispered loudly.
"What?," She snapped. I dug through her purse and handed her the pack of gum. "Oh, thank GOD!" She immediately stuck the entire pack in her mouth, tearing away at the wrappers like a wolf.
"Can I get anyone anything?," The waiter asked helplessly.
"Yeah, coffee please," I replied.
"Did you know..."
"Probably not, Gordo," I said, annoyed. He silently held his tongue, the only sound now at our table Parker's furious chewing.
Minutes later, the waiter came back, placing my coffee down, then politely scurrying off at a glance from Parker. It was not a happy place to be.
"You know, the high school reunion is coming up soon," Gordo rubbed his hands together. "I'd love to see Ethan Craft again; I bet he's working at a gas station in Texas or something with a pregnant, disgruntled wife.. And children with pet sticks. I bet his children play with sticks."
"Do you think, Gordo, that I'm in the state of mind to let people SEE me like this?!," Parker cried. Forgetting for a minute he was most likely desperately in love with someone else, I squeezed his hand in a sympathetic way.
Granted, I didn't want to go to the high school reunion either. There were people there I would have never thought of seeing again. People would shoot me hideous glares that just screamed 'you're with the wrong person'. I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes already.
"Larry will probably want to go," Parker said, her psycho tone suddenly disappearing. "So maybe I WILL go. Maybe Kate will be there." She let out a sickly cackle. "I hope SHE'S the pregnant, disgruntled wife.. She has hell to pay."
"Lizzie might be there too," I said suddenly in monotone. Gordo seemed to see glory in this.
"Oh, that will be cool! Think, the three amigos reunited.. With slightly changes, naturally," He smiled, taking my hand. I melted.
"Yeah, cool," I said mechanically. Don't let go of my hand, please don't let go of my hand.. He let my hand fall as his attention turned to Parker.
"Where IS Larry?," He questioned, as if he had been the topic the entire time.
"Um.. Elsewhere," Parker shrugged, waving her hand. "I let him loose this morning, and he hasn't been back since." I gave a half-hearted laugh, knowing it would seem appropriate. Plus, Parker was on the brink, and not laughing at her jokes might destroy her completely.
It's just an endless cycle, I realized. I love him, I love him not. When is this flower going to run out of petals?
See the light: I said at the end of Secluded in Obscured in the last author notes (though I didn't expect anyone to read lol) that Lizzie is indeed all the way lesbian. I'm glad your happy I wrote a sequel! That's the best things about you guys....I wave my magic author wand, and you like me! :::sniff:: you really like me! MUCHO thanks for the review, MUCHO.
Jennavette: Spiffiness is life. I feel super bad for Miranda too ( but I'll deal, because I wave my magic author wand and everything's BEAUTIFUL. Or not. We'll see. I update ASAP all the time ::has bragging rights:: so you don't have to worry.
Baby-Angel aka Lala: You're back, my fabulous question lovie. Of course they'll be happy..or NOT. BWA HA. I love doing that. Don't worry about it, lamb. Thanks bunches for reading!
CaptainLavender: Dude..cool pen name. Oh, yes, anyway, thank you for reviewing. I like reading M/G fics personally, but on the show its more me yelling "GET TOGETHER WITH LIZZIE!" at the screen. I'm weird like that. MUCHO thank you for the review, MUCHO woman. Stress on the MUCHO.
Mochaccino: HEAR THAT EVERYONE???? SHE READ MY BEST FIC EVER AND LIKED IT!!!! This kid is going places, I swear. Hello. Newbie, you are, and a cool one at that. I'm glad you want to be part of the Sisterhood, because it is about the coolest thing ever! You can put your little title in your bio, you can wear hip shoes, you can wear buttons that say "I AM A SISTA, MISTA!" Ooh, yes. Five reviews and your in, kid. I like calling you kid, for some reason. Here's lookin' at you, kid. I like that, kid. Well, yes, you can only call someone a goat so much. Kisses!
Hiddenwriter: The reason Lizzie is out of their lives is because they went their separate ways....again. And now that Gordo has become a Lizzie fanatic, Miranda is rekindling her horrid feelings towards Lizzie, which is really unfortunate. And now I definitely remember reading your stories and liking them. Which was it..Ah, yes! I read How Did We Get Here? NOW I remember! Yes, well, very hip, friend. Hip factor. Well, thanks and love!
PinkPrincess: I'm glad you liked this chapter! I've tried to read your new story, but fan fiction won't let me ::glare:: but form what I understand it's cute. I'll review ASAP. SHOE SISTERHOOD FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nahima Tala: I never get sick of hearing from you, dude. Unfortunately, I'm being lazy and not responding in long responses for this chapter. But sounds funky, do e-mail, and thanks a bunch! WE SISTAS!!!
Espanachicana: third review...don't think I'm not keeping track! Or is it fourth..oh, crap. Oh well. Third, I believe. You are an addict. MY MISSION IS COMPLETE! Thanks for review, chica, MUCHO thanks.
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The café was a tiny little place, with round tables with iron vines curling up the sides. Fountains surrounded it, allowing water to billow out of the stone plumbing. At night it was lit by candles and in the day, we depended solely on the sunlight filtering through the tainted glass.
I loved that café. I liked to sit there, drinking my cup after cup of coffee and just watch people walk by. At better times, Gordo and I had fun counting how many minutes each car had to stay at the traffic light.
"Did you know the average person spends two weeks waiting for the light to change?," He complained. That's a lot of life to waste.
I have a sort of phobia against wasting life away. It was a small insomniac habit at one point, but now it was a full blown issue. I was terrified of time and death. Between coffee bean to coffee bean, I prayed for life. For one breath to another, it was a game of walking on hot coals. Life was just a game. Love was just a game.
If there is a God, he'll let me win.
"Miranda," Gordo said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. "Did you get my message? About the house?"
"No," I responded innocently. Parker glanced at me sideways, but occupied herself with a hackie sack Gordo found. She squeezed it tightly as Gordo gave me a suspicious glance.
"Well, it is looking good," He smiled.
"Great," I said with the best fake genuine smile I could muster.
Parker bit her lip nervously and threw the hackie sack back at Gordo.
"You okay, Park?," I questioned.
"No," She said panicked. "I need my stress ball. I don't need a god damn BAG OF BEANS. I NEED A STRESS BALL." As if on cue, our waiter came up.
"May I help you?," He asked politely.
"Have any balls?," Parker questioned, nervously picking at her napkin.
"Excuse me?," He blinked.
"Stress balls, idiot; you know, something I can squeeze so I can have something to do with my god damn HANDS?," She ripped the napkin in half.
"She just quit smoking," I explained to him quietly.
"Must you put my emotions down to my bad habits? God!," She played with the lose threads at the end of the ripped napkin.
"Um...I could get you a Flamingo Passion," The waiter suggested uncertainly. "It's the special...it's got strawberries and..."
"Did you know flamingoes are pink because they eat shrimp?," Gordo offered.
"I don't want your damn flamingoes!," Parker cried. "I want to kill someone!" It was at this point any hope that was left went downhill.
"Well, miss, um..I'm going to have to ask you to calm down..," The waiter looked at me helplessly.
"You know what? Screw you, buddy!," Parker threw her napkin on the table. "Screw the male population!"
"Parker!," I whispered loudly.
"What?," She snapped. I dug through her purse and handed her the pack of gum. "Oh, thank GOD!" She immediately stuck the entire pack in her mouth, tearing away at the wrappers like a wolf.
"Can I get anyone anything?," The waiter asked helplessly.
"Yeah, coffee please," I replied.
"Did you know..."
"Probably not, Gordo," I said, annoyed. He silently held his tongue, the only sound now at our table Parker's furious chewing.
Minutes later, the waiter came back, placing my coffee down, then politely scurrying off at a glance from Parker. It was not a happy place to be.
"You know, the high school reunion is coming up soon," Gordo rubbed his hands together. "I'd love to see Ethan Craft again; I bet he's working at a gas station in Texas or something with a pregnant, disgruntled wife.. And children with pet sticks. I bet his children play with sticks."
"Do you think, Gordo, that I'm in the state of mind to let people SEE me like this?!," Parker cried. Forgetting for a minute he was most likely desperately in love with someone else, I squeezed his hand in a sympathetic way.
Granted, I didn't want to go to the high school reunion either. There were people there I would have never thought of seeing again. People would shoot me hideous glares that just screamed 'you're with the wrong person'. I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes already.
"Larry will probably want to go," Parker said, her psycho tone suddenly disappearing. "So maybe I WILL go. Maybe Kate will be there." She let out a sickly cackle. "I hope SHE'S the pregnant, disgruntled wife.. She has hell to pay."
"Lizzie might be there too," I said suddenly in monotone. Gordo seemed to see glory in this.
"Oh, that will be cool! Think, the three amigos reunited.. With slightly changes, naturally," He smiled, taking my hand. I melted.
"Yeah, cool," I said mechanically. Don't let go of my hand, please don't let go of my hand.. He let my hand fall as his attention turned to Parker.
"Where IS Larry?," He questioned, as if he had been the topic the entire time.
"Um.. Elsewhere," Parker shrugged, waving her hand. "I let him loose this morning, and he hasn't been back since." I gave a half-hearted laugh, knowing it would seem appropriate. Plus, Parker was on the brink, and not laughing at her jokes might destroy her completely.
It's just an endless cycle, I realized. I love him, I love him not. When is this flower going to run out of petals?