Disclaimer: You get the picture.
A/N: Don't have too much to say, here.
Reviews:
Joe: I never said that he just up and asked "will you be my girlfriend" I said through growing closer, they gained feelings for each other and eventually started dating.
Chapter 5: I Can't Do This In Person
"Lizzie:
Listen, we've been friends, best friends, for as long as I can remember. You, Gordo and I have been inseparable, the Three Musketeers, there for each other at all times. You've been my confidant and always had an open ear, whenever I need it. I'd like to think that I was there for you the same way you were. There were those times when we fought, rare times, but it is harder now, now I need you.
I'm writing this because I can't talk with you about it. I don't know what you're going to do. I'd like to think that you'd jump up and down screaming your head off with excitement, but currently, there are stronger emotions involved in this whole mess we've all created for ourselves. Yes, I wrote we. You may not want to believe it, but I did some things I knew would end badly. I may not have kissed the boy I've loved, the boy who has loved me, but I did things that caused my own pain.
It's hard for me to admit to things. You obviously know that. You know almost everything about me, Lizzie. That's another thing. You know all these things, all my secrets, all my fears, everything. Yet, you have never held any of it against me and never done anything to jeopardize our friendship, until now. Even then, I knew I would get over it eventually. I trust you with my life, Lizzie. You probably hated hearing Gordo and myself tell you about our coming together. I could tell, that even though you were with Scott, you wanted Gordo. I didn't do it out of revenge for you, go out with Gordo, that is. You seemed happy with Scott, though. I didn't really notice it at first, either.
Anyways, enough of all that. I'm writing this for a reason, obviously. I'm writing to apologize, to thank you, and to forgive you all at once. So, here goes nothing.
I'm sorry for not being there for you a full one-hundred percent. You may not think that I have been distant, but I have. I've been distant for a while, for reasons unknown to me.
Thank you, thank you for being the best friend I never could have imagined in a million years. As I already wrote, you know me so well, as I know you. We've been best friends for years, more than half of my life and I couldn't ask for any other friend to spend my years with.
I forgive you. I can't stay mad at you. I know you're sorry. I've always known you were sorry. It was just something you both had to do, after all you two do have all that pent up sexual frustration! Just kidding. Anyhow, you've been so selfless throughout this whole thing, giving me the space I needed, everything I needed. You were amazing through my grieving.
So, best friends?
Love you-Miranda"
Lizzie read and reread the letter she had been passed during her history class that day. Tears were streaming down her face, and people were noticing, but she didn't care. 'How can she possibly think that she's been distant? Well, the weeks before the incident, she did have a lot on her mind, but distant? I can talk to her about that later, because she forgave me. She actually forgave me!' Lizzie thought about what to do next. 'I could always write back or I could wait for the end of this freaking period and then talk to her? But what to write?'
"Miranda:
Okay, now I have basically no letter to write back. You've basically taken everything I would say to you, and already written it to me. I really don't want to just reiterate everything you wrote, you already know what you wrote, but I'm going to try.
I'm writing this because I didn't want to wait until after class to talk to you, because I need to work with my current stream of consciousness so I don't forget everything that I want to write.
First of all, you have no reason to be apologizing here. I understand, everyone is distant at times. I've been distant from you. I know that when you're ready you will come to me and talk to me. I'll just wait patiently until you're ready. It's ok to be isolated from me.
I should be the one thanking you, I am not what you say I am. Your boyfriend and I "hooked up" I so hate that phrase. Back to the subject, you have no reason to think of me as a good friend. I went behind your back and did what I wanted to do. I had no concern for how you would be affected just that I had the opportunity, and took advantage of it. I shouldn't have taken advantage of it. I regret it so much, Miranda. I know you know that, but I never actually said it flat out. I'm sorry.
I believe you said that Gordo loves me in your letter. PLEASE! My feelings for Gordo are not matched with his feelings for me. He doesn't love me. I've dealt with that. I've learned that my feelings for Gordo will never be revealed nor reciprocated.
I only kept my space from you because I wasn't sure of what your reaction to me talking to you would be. My instinct is the "bitchy" Miranda. I didn't feel ready to talk to you myself. It wasn't just you needing your space, I needed mine. Although, I must admit, when I saw you and Gordo talking, a huge feeling of surprise and joy came over me. I was so happy at the prospect of us reconciling. And, now, it's actually happening.
I will always be there for you, Miranda. Whenever you need me, wherever I am. I will be there for you and I will try my hardest to be the best friend I can. I know that you will do the same for me.
Best friends.
Love-Lizzie"
She proceeded by folding up the piece of paper and passing it through the room to Miranda.
A/N: Reconciliation numero dos!
A/N: Don't have too much to say, here.
Reviews:
Joe: I never said that he just up and asked "will you be my girlfriend" I said through growing closer, they gained feelings for each other and eventually started dating.
Chapter 5: I Can't Do This In Person
"Lizzie:
Listen, we've been friends, best friends, for as long as I can remember. You, Gordo and I have been inseparable, the Three Musketeers, there for each other at all times. You've been my confidant and always had an open ear, whenever I need it. I'd like to think that I was there for you the same way you were. There were those times when we fought, rare times, but it is harder now, now I need you.
I'm writing this because I can't talk with you about it. I don't know what you're going to do. I'd like to think that you'd jump up and down screaming your head off with excitement, but currently, there are stronger emotions involved in this whole mess we've all created for ourselves. Yes, I wrote we. You may not want to believe it, but I did some things I knew would end badly. I may not have kissed the boy I've loved, the boy who has loved me, but I did things that caused my own pain.
It's hard for me to admit to things. You obviously know that. You know almost everything about me, Lizzie. That's another thing. You know all these things, all my secrets, all my fears, everything. Yet, you have never held any of it against me and never done anything to jeopardize our friendship, until now. Even then, I knew I would get over it eventually. I trust you with my life, Lizzie. You probably hated hearing Gordo and myself tell you about our coming together. I could tell, that even though you were with Scott, you wanted Gordo. I didn't do it out of revenge for you, go out with Gordo, that is. You seemed happy with Scott, though. I didn't really notice it at first, either.
Anyways, enough of all that. I'm writing this for a reason, obviously. I'm writing to apologize, to thank you, and to forgive you all at once. So, here goes nothing.
I'm sorry for not being there for you a full one-hundred percent. You may not think that I have been distant, but I have. I've been distant for a while, for reasons unknown to me.
Thank you, thank you for being the best friend I never could have imagined in a million years. As I already wrote, you know me so well, as I know you. We've been best friends for years, more than half of my life and I couldn't ask for any other friend to spend my years with.
I forgive you. I can't stay mad at you. I know you're sorry. I've always known you were sorry. It was just something you both had to do, after all you two do have all that pent up sexual frustration! Just kidding. Anyhow, you've been so selfless throughout this whole thing, giving me the space I needed, everything I needed. You were amazing through my grieving.
So, best friends?
Love you-Miranda"
Lizzie read and reread the letter she had been passed during her history class that day. Tears were streaming down her face, and people were noticing, but she didn't care. 'How can she possibly think that she's been distant? Well, the weeks before the incident, she did have a lot on her mind, but distant? I can talk to her about that later, because she forgave me. She actually forgave me!' Lizzie thought about what to do next. 'I could always write back or I could wait for the end of this freaking period and then talk to her? But what to write?'
"Miranda:
Okay, now I have basically no letter to write back. You've basically taken everything I would say to you, and already written it to me. I really don't want to just reiterate everything you wrote, you already know what you wrote, but I'm going to try.
I'm writing this because I didn't want to wait until after class to talk to you, because I need to work with my current stream of consciousness so I don't forget everything that I want to write.
First of all, you have no reason to be apologizing here. I understand, everyone is distant at times. I've been distant from you. I know that when you're ready you will come to me and talk to me. I'll just wait patiently until you're ready. It's ok to be isolated from me.
I should be the one thanking you, I am not what you say I am. Your boyfriend and I "hooked up" I so hate that phrase. Back to the subject, you have no reason to think of me as a good friend. I went behind your back and did what I wanted to do. I had no concern for how you would be affected just that I had the opportunity, and took advantage of it. I shouldn't have taken advantage of it. I regret it so much, Miranda. I know you know that, but I never actually said it flat out. I'm sorry.
I believe you said that Gordo loves me in your letter. PLEASE! My feelings for Gordo are not matched with his feelings for me. He doesn't love me. I've dealt with that. I've learned that my feelings for Gordo will never be revealed nor reciprocated.
I only kept my space from you because I wasn't sure of what your reaction to me talking to you would be. My instinct is the "bitchy" Miranda. I didn't feel ready to talk to you myself. It wasn't just you needing your space, I needed mine. Although, I must admit, when I saw you and Gordo talking, a huge feeling of surprise and joy came over me. I was so happy at the prospect of us reconciling. And, now, it's actually happening.
I will always be there for you, Miranda. Whenever you need me, wherever I am. I will be there for you and I will try my hardest to be the best friend I can. I know that you will do the same for me.
Best friends.
Love-Lizzie"
She proceeded by folding up the piece of paper and passing it through the room to Miranda.
A/N: Reconciliation numero dos!
