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A/N: Holy Jesus, people. Either Bob's been spilling his psychic vibe to ALL of you, or you're just really creepy. Whoever asked for Miranda (I forget who did, sorry :X!) this was the EXACT chapter that I was going to tie her into this. And, you know, I thought the jealous guy would be a surprise, but someone else already guessed. Which makes me raise the question: is this story ridiculously predictable? Ah well, I'll continue. Oh, and Bob: you are my hero for no other reason than you amuse me so. Rock on!

Chapter Eleven:

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Ronnie Jacobs briskly walked down the sidewalk with a vengeance. He was overtaken by jealousy and not paying too much attention to where he was going. He turned the corner sharply and crashed right into someone. The force of the collision was so intense that it caused the person he'd run into to fall to the ground.

"Oh, gosh. I'm sorry… I wasn't watching where I was going." He said quickly. He took a look at the victim: a girl, with beautiful raven hair and tanned skin. She had a unique fashion sense, which he thought suited her well and he found her outward appearance to be quite attractive. He outstretched his hand to help her up. She stood, looking displeased.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going next time." She scowled. Suddenly her facial expressions softened. She squinted her eyes. "Hey… do I… know you from somewhere?"

"I-I don't know." He stuttered. "I don't think so…" She thought about for a second and then it hit her.

" Hey, were you ever a paper boy?" She asked.

"Yeah… why?"

"And you delivered papers around this neighborhood?"

"Yeah…"

"Did you, by any chance, deliver for the McGuire's?" She asked. Ronnie was slightly confused, but answered her.

"Yes.."

"I'm Lizzie's best friend!" She said excitedly. "Didn't you date her for a little bit." The mentioning of their dating ignited the jealousy again, but his jealously soon subsided when he realized how perfect this was. This would be the perfect start to breaking up Lizzie and her new interest so that Ronnie could have her all to himself.

"Yeah, I dated her for a little while." He said, trying to stay cool. "Uh… what's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Miranda." She smiled. "Lizzie used to talk about you non-stop. It was kind of annoying." He chuckled at this statement and thought to himself 'She'll be talking about me still when I get my way.'

"Miranda." He said. "I like that name." His plan was created and he couldn't be more satisfied. He could get to Lizzie through Miranda. Sure, it wasn't morally correct to use her best friend, but Ronnie was selfish. He expressed little interest in the potential pain that Miranda would feel and focused more of the fact that he could get what he wanted.

"Thanks.."  Miranda said nervously.

"Say, Miranda." Ronnie began. "Do you think we could hang out sometime?" He flashed a winning smile at her. She blushed and responded:

"Yeah, sure.. I-I mean as long as Lizzie doesn't mind."

"Well, how about I get your phone number and I'll call you later and you can tell me what Lizzie said." He smiled at her yet again.

"Sure." Miranda smiled back. She was excited. It wasn't everyday that she literally bumped into someone who immediately took an interest in her. They exchanged phone numbers and Ronnie walked her home. When she was home, she found it difficult to clear her face of a dopey grin. She hoped that Lizzie would be comfortable and as excited about this as she was.

Well, there you go. Review and junk.