Watching Miranda rush back into place, the natural spring in her step, a thoundsand more memories flashed through my head.
"No, no no, it's Britney, J-Lo, then Janet!" Miranda and I were rehersing for a music video Gordo was shooting. "Food!" We were both distracted from our rehersal when Gordo comes waltzing in, holding a big tray of snacks. Miranda and I munch down, ignoring stupid comment from Gordo about how much we eat. Little did either of us know that his comments would turn Miranda on a crazed-diet spree.
The next day at school, Gordo showed us stills from the shoot he took the day before. Miranda catches a glance at a great picture of her and freaks out, asking us why we never told her that she had six chins. "Uh...because you only have one?"
When Miranda didn't eat lunch that day, it kind of unnerved me. I mean, Miranda's not one to skip a meal, and what with her earlier outburst, I was beginning to worry a little bit. She left when I asked her why she wasn't eating, saying something about a paper cut. That day at my house, she kind of fainted, saying that she probably just ate something bad and that she had a big lunch. She lied to my mother-I knew something was wrong. Gordo was no help. He told me to do the one thing that I didn't want to--talk to Miranda about it. I asked my mom her advice. She told me to do the one thing I dreaded most--talking to Miranda about it.
A couple of days later I tried to ask Miranda what was going on. My good intentions blew up in my face, becaues she just yelled at me and told me to mind my own business. I felt so horrible--this was when my best friend needed me the most and I was letting her down. It hurt me to see her this way. I didn't know what else to do--back to Mom.
My mom told me to try and talk to Miranda once more, and if it didn't work, she'd go with me to talk to Miranda's parents. I didn't want that, because I thought Miranda would view me as a backstabber. I agreed, however, and the video shoot for Saturday came up. I didn't know what I was going to do if Miranda showed up. I wasn't even sure if she would--but she did--and I managed to get it all out of her.
She felt like eating was the only thing she had control over. Her grades, her parents expectations, and everything else that comes with being a teenager was piled up upon her shoulders, and she felt so alone. I told her that I felt alone every day of my life, and that's why I turn to my friends--her and Gordo. She smiled, and I knew in that moment how grateful she was to have us.
When Gordo had finished his video, we all settled down at my house to watch it. I was very impressed with his skills--I had no idea that he was capable of that much. Miranda was shocked when it was over. "Did you see me?"
"Yes, Miranda, you looked good!"
She looked over at me. "No, you looked good, I looked GREAT!" She cracked a huge smile. She was back to her old self. "Can we watch it again? Can I get copies?"
More and more and more memories flooded through my mind. The Mexican gameshow, our visit to the Aaron Carter set, our school-girl crush for our old English teacher, Mr. Keith. After cycling through junior high school memories I come across the high school ones, then college. Our first football game, Miranda's first boyfriend, her first kiss, homecoming, prom night, graduation, moving out, sharing a dorm room. We were so young then--and come to think of it, in 10 years we'll look back on today and think the same exact thing. And we'll laugh, and smile, and remember things that I can't remember now. Why was I the lucky one in second grade--why did Miranda pick me to be her best friend? What did I do to deserve her in my life?
I could have stood there for years, my head tilted to one side like it always is when I'm thinking, running through memory after memory of my childhood. Luckily, Miranda snapped me back to reality, just liked she's done so many times before. "Get your act together, Lizzie! We're about to start!"
I smiled to myself. I'd never get my act together...not without Miranda pushing the pieces into place.
"No, no no, it's Britney, J-Lo, then Janet!" Miranda and I were rehersing for a music video Gordo was shooting. "Food!" We were both distracted from our rehersal when Gordo comes waltzing in, holding a big tray of snacks. Miranda and I munch down, ignoring stupid comment from Gordo about how much we eat. Little did either of us know that his comments would turn Miranda on a crazed-diet spree.
The next day at school, Gordo showed us stills from the shoot he took the day before. Miranda catches a glance at a great picture of her and freaks out, asking us why we never told her that she had six chins. "Uh...because you only have one?"
When Miranda didn't eat lunch that day, it kind of unnerved me. I mean, Miranda's not one to skip a meal, and what with her earlier outburst, I was beginning to worry a little bit. She left when I asked her why she wasn't eating, saying something about a paper cut. That day at my house, she kind of fainted, saying that she probably just ate something bad and that she had a big lunch. She lied to my mother-I knew something was wrong. Gordo was no help. He told me to do the one thing that I didn't want to--talk to Miranda about it. I asked my mom her advice. She told me to do the one thing I dreaded most--talking to Miranda about it.
A couple of days later I tried to ask Miranda what was going on. My good intentions blew up in my face, becaues she just yelled at me and told me to mind my own business. I felt so horrible--this was when my best friend needed me the most and I was letting her down. It hurt me to see her this way. I didn't know what else to do--back to Mom.
My mom told me to try and talk to Miranda once more, and if it didn't work, she'd go with me to talk to Miranda's parents. I didn't want that, because I thought Miranda would view me as a backstabber. I agreed, however, and the video shoot for Saturday came up. I didn't know what I was going to do if Miranda showed up. I wasn't even sure if she would--but she did--and I managed to get it all out of her.
She felt like eating was the only thing she had control over. Her grades, her parents expectations, and everything else that comes with being a teenager was piled up upon her shoulders, and she felt so alone. I told her that I felt alone every day of my life, and that's why I turn to my friends--her and Gordo. She smiled, and I knew in that moment how grateful she was to have us.
When Gordo had finished his video, we all settled down at my house to watch it. I was very impressed with his skills--I had no idea that he was capable of that much. Miranda was shocked when it was over. "Did you see me?"
"Yes, Miranda, you looked good!"
She looked over at me. "No, you looked good, I looked GREAT!" She cracked a huge smile. She was back to her old self. "Can we watch it again? Can I get copies?"
More and more and more memories flooded through my mind. The Mexican gameshow, our visit to the Aaron Carter set, our school-girl crush for our old English teacher, Mr. Keith. After cycling through junior high school memories I come across the high school ones, then college. Our first football game, Miranda's first boyfriend, her first kiss, homecoming, prom night, graduation, moving out, sharing a dorm room. We were so young then--and come to think of it, in 10 years we'll look back on today and think the same exact thing. And we'll laugh, and smile, and remember things that I can't remember now. Why was I the lucky one in second grade--why did Miranda pick me to be her best friend? What did I do to deserve her in my life?
I could have stood there for years, my head tilted to one side like it always is when I'm thinking, running through memory after memory of my childhood. Luckily, Miranda snapped me back to reality, just liked she's done so many times before. "Get your act together, Lizzie! We're about to start!"
I smiled to myself. I'd never get my act together...not without Miranda pushing the pieces into place.