Part Two:
Well, Miranda couldn't help being freaked out. I can't like Brenda! she thought.
Brenda's a girl! That's so...
But then, Miranda remembered a time when she was 10. She was sleeping over at
Lizzie's house, and they were in her room changing into their pajamas. Lizzie
had taken off her shirt, and Miranda just looked at her chest. Lizzie hadn't noticed,
but Miranda couldn't stop thinking about it. Luckily, Lizzie turned around to change
into her pajama bottoms, so Miranda didn't see anything eles.
So I stared at Lizzie's chest when I was ten! Miranda thought. That's doesn't make me,
um, a lesbian or something, does it?
But the more Miranda thought about it, the more she couldn't help thinking: maybe I am
a lesbian.
When class was over, Miranda quickly went over to her blue-haired friend, leaving Lizzie
behind. "Hey, Brenda!" she said.
Brenda smiled. She has a great smile, Miranda thought. "Hey, Mira." She calls me Mira!
I love that! "So," she said, as they headed into the hall, are you gonna eat lunch
with me today?"
Wouldn't miss it for the world, Miranda thought. She said, "Yeah." But then she remembered
Lizzie. "Um...do you mind if Lizzie sits with us? Gordo isn't here today, and..."
"Oh," Brenda said. Is she disapointed? Miranda thought. But Brenda cheered up. "Hey, the
more the merrier, right? Same table as before?"
"You bet." And the girls parted ways.
"Miranda!" Lizzie called, impatient. Miranda cringed. Oops, forgot her...just like she's
been forgetting me.
"Sorry, Lizzie. Hey, you wanna eat lunch with me and Brenda today?"
"The blue-haired girl?" Lizzie seeemed wary.
"I've been eating lunch with her a lot lately." You just haven't noticed because you
are Gordo are too lovey-dovey. "She's really nice, Lizzie. You should meet her."
"Okay," Lizzie said. She hid her disapointment. She still felt guilty about shutting
Miranda out lately, and had wanted to eat lunch with just her that day. Maybe Brenda
is her new best friend now, Lizzie thought. Serves me right.
They met Brenda at her table at lunch. "Hey, Mira!" Lizzie thought, Mira? Whose Mira?
"Hi, Lizzie."
"Hi," Lizzie said, ever the nice one. But that was all she got to say to Brenda all
during lunch. She and Miranda immediatly launched into some conversation about a Canadian
TV show that Lizzie had never heard of. She felt so left out.
"Did you see the episode where Marco comes out of the closet?" Brenda said. "I love that
one."
"I missed it," Miranda said. She was interested.
"Yeah, it's a good one. I think it'll be on on Friday," Brenda said, biting into her
granola bar. Brenda was a health freak. "I totally respect people who are brave enough
to come out."
"Seriously?" Miranda started to hope, Does she feel the same way I do?
"Yeah," Brenda said. "I mean, why hide your feelings, you know?"
"I know," Miranda said. And they shared a very meaningful look. Miranda wasn't sure how
to take it. Does that mean she...
Lizzie didn't notice the girls' connection. She was too busy munching her fries and
staring off into space, thinking about Gordo. Sigh.
After school, Lizzie went home quickly and called Gordo. He sounded hoarse. "Please tell
me you're coming to school tomorrow!"
"I dunno," Gordo said. "I still don't feel too good..."
"Oh, man!" Lizzie said. "I don't know if I can take it anymore! I ate lunch with
Miranda and that new girl, Brenda, today. And they totally ignored me!"
Gordo got real quiet before saying, "Now I guess you know who Miranda must've felt."
"Yeah," Lizzie said. "I didn't realize how rude I'd been until today. Miranda looked totally
upset, and I had no idea why because...I've been a horrible friend."
"Lizzie..." Gordo didn't like to hear his girlfriend so upset. "It's not all your fault.
It's mine, too. We should make it up to her."
Lizzie felt tears fill her eyes. "It might be too late. Brenda is her new best friend."
When Lizzie got off the phone, she was so depressed.
Meanwhile, Miranda was happy. It was like she and Lizzie had switched emotions that day.
After school, she went to Brenda's house to study for a math test. They both sucked at the
subject, but they figured they could help each other.
But instead of studying, they listened to music in Brenda's room. She was into oldies,
music that was made around the same time a lot of her shirts were. Right then, they
were listening to Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" album. Brenda liked record players
better then CD players. "You get the real sound," she'd once said when Miranda first came
over.
The record player, and a lot of Brenda's CD's, had belonged to her dad. He'd left them to
her when he'd died the year before. That's why she and her Mom and older brother Jude had
moved.
Brenda stood in front of her full-length mirror. Urg, she thought. I'm so fucking fat.
She didn't say this out loud: she didn't want Miranda to launch into a big, "You are so
not fat you're a fucking stick" speech that all her old friends used to say.
Mira is so cool, Brenda thought. She looked above her reflection to see Miranda, sitting on
the bed, reading a magazine. Brenda had been wondering lately if she was attracted to
Miranda as more then a friend. It wouldn't have been her first girl crush: she'd had
a crush on a girl at her old school, too. This girl had found out, and been disgusted. "Yuck,
I can't believe a dike likes me!" she'd yelled out when a friend told her.
Luckily, it was one of the last days of school, and Brenda's family had moved that summer.
I can't let Mira find out how I feel about her, Brenda thought. I don't want to lose
her as a friend. She decided that she'd rather keep her feelings hidden and get to
hang out with Miranda then to tell her and have Miranda hate her.
"So," Brenda said, "I think I might get my tongue pierced," Brenda said. Miranda looked up.
"Really? That'd be cool. But...would your mom let you?"
Brenda smiled sadly and sat down on the bed. "The only good thing about having a parent die
is that the other parent bends over backwords to please you." Miranda felt so bad for her:
it must be so hard to lose a parent, she thought.
"Besides," Brenda said, recovering. "My birthday is coming up. My mom will let me do
it as a present."
"Oh, are you going to have a party?"
"I haven't made very many friends here so far," Brenda said. "I wonder why that is?" She was
always joking that everyone was intimidated by her style. "But maybe I'll have a small little
thing. I could invite you, of course. And your friends, Lizzie and Gordo," she added.
"You don't have to..." Miranda said. She knew that Brenda and Lizzie hadn't really clicked.
Brenda seemed to read her mind.
"I haven't gotten to know Lizzie yet, but Gordo is cool. I think I'll invite Parker-"
"EW!" Miranda exclaimed.
"What? Parker's not that bad."
"If you say so."
If Mira doesn't want me to invite Parker, then I won't, Brenda decided. Then an idea
came to her.
"I'm actually not in much of a party mood," she said. "And I don't know if my
mom would be up for it. But maybe we could do something...just the two of us."
Miranda felt like her dreams had come true. Just the two of us... "Sure, whatever you
want to do is cool with me."
Brenda smiled. "Well, I'll think about it later. We better get back to math now."
The girls tried to study, but the thought of the coming event made them both
very distracted.
In a good way.
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Well, Miranda couldn't help being freaked out. I can't like Brenda! she thought.
Brenda's a girl! That's so...
But then, Miranda remembered a time when she was 10. She was sleeping over at
Lizzie's house, and they were in her room changing into their pajamas. Lizzie
had taken off her shirt, and Miranda just looked at her chest. Lizzie hadn't noticed,
but Miranda couldn't stop thinking about it. Luckily, Lizzie turned around to change
into her pajama bottoms, so Miranda didn't see anything eles.
So I stared at Lizzie's chest when I was ten! Miranda thought. That's doesn't make me,
um, a lesbian or something, does it?
But the more Miranda thought about it, the more she couldn't help thinking: maybe I am
a lesbian.
When class was over, Miranda quickly went over to her blue-haired friend, leaving Lizzie
behind. "Hey, Brenda!" she said.
Brenda smiled. She has a great smile, Miranda thought. "Hey, Mira." She calls me Mira!
I love that! "So," she said, as they headed into the hall, are you gonna eat lunch
with me today?"
Wouldn't miss it for the world, Miranda thought. She said, "Yeah." But then she remembered
Lizzie. "Um...do you mind if Lizzie sits with us? Gordo isn't here today, and..."
"Oh," Brenda said. Is she disapointed? Miranda thought. But Brenda cheered up. "Hey, the
more the merrier, right? Same table as before?"
"You bet." And the girls parted ways.
"Miranda!" Lizzie called, impatient. Miranda cringed. Oops, forgot her...just like she's
been forgetting me.
"Sorry, Lizzie. Hey, you wanna eat lunch with me and Brenda today?"
"The blue-haired girl?" Lizzie seeemed wary.
"I've been eating lunch with her a lot lately." You just haven't noticed because you
are Gordo are too lovey-dovey. "She's really nice, Lizzie. You should meet her."
"Okay," Lizzie said. She hid her disapointment. She still felt guilty about shutting
Miranda out lately, and had wanted to eat lunch with just her that day. Maybe Brenda
is her new best friend now, Lizzie thought. Serves me right.
They met Brenda at her table at lunch. "Hey, Mira!" Lizzie thought, Mira? Whose Mira?
"Hi, Lizzie."
"Hi," Lizzie said, ever the nice one. But that was all she got to say to Brenda all
during lunch. She and Miranda immediatly launched into some conversation about a Canadian
TV show that Lizzie had never heard of. She felt so left out.
"Did you see the episode where Marco comes out of the closet?" Brenda said. "I love that
one."
"I missed it," Miranda said. She was interested.
"Yeah, it's a good one. I think it'll be on on Friday," Brenda said, biting into her
granola bar. Brenda was a health freak. "I totally respect people who are brave enough
to come out."
"Seriously?" Miranda started to hope, Does she feel the same way I do?
"Yeah," Brenda said. "I mean, why hide your feelings, you know?"
"I know," Miranda said. And they shared a very meaningful look. Miranda wasn't sure how
to take it. Does that mean she...
Lizzie didn't notice the girls' connection. She was too busy munching her fries and
staring off into space, thinking about Gordo. Sigh.
After school, Lizzie went home quickly and called Gordo. He sounded hoarse. "Please tell
me you're coming to school tomorrow!"
"I dunno," Gordo said. "I still don't feel too good..."
"Oh, man!" Lizzie said. "I don't know if I can take it anymore! I ate lunch with
Miranda and that new girl, Brenda, today. And they totally ignored me!"
Gordo got real quiet before saying, "Now I guess you know who Miranda must've felt."
"Yeah," Lizzie said. "I didn't realize how rude I'd been until today. Miranda looked totally
upset, and I had no idea why because...I've been a horrible friend."
"Lizzie..." Gordo didn't like to hear his girlfriend so upset. "It's not all your fault.
It's mine, too. We should make it up to her."
Lizzie felt tears fill her eyes. "It might be too late. Brenda is her new best friend."
When Lizzie got off the phone, she was so depressed.
Meanwhile, Miranda was happy. It was like she and Lizzie had switched emotions that day.
After school, she went to Brenda's house to study for a math test. They both sucked at the
subject, but they figured they could help each other.
But instead of studying, they listened to music in Brenda's room. She was into oldies,
music that was made around the same time a lot of her shirts were. Right then, they
were listening to Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" album. Brenda liked record players
better then CD players. "You get the real sound," she'd once said when Miranda first came
over.
The record player, and a lot of Brenda's CD's, had belonged to her dad. He'd left them to
her when he'd died the year before. That's why she and her Mom and older brother Jude had
moved.
Brenda stood in front of her full-length mirror. Urg, she thought. I'm so fucking fat.
She didn't say this out loud: she didn't want Miranda to launch into a big, "You are so
not fat you're a fucking stick" speech that all her old friends used to say.
Mira is so cool, Brenda thought. She looked above her reflection to see Miranda, sitting on
the bed, reading a magazine. Brenda had been wondering lately if she was attracted to
Miranda as more then a friend. It wouldn't have been her first girl crush: she'd had
a crush on a girl at her old school, too. This girl had found out, and been disgusted. "Yuck,
I can't believe a dike likes me!" she'd yelled out when a friend told her.
Luckily, it was one of the last days of school, and Brenda's family had moved that summer.
I can't let Mira find out how I feel about her, Brenda thought. I don't want to lose
her as a friend. She decided that she'd rather keep her feelings hidden and get to
hang out with Miranda then to tell her and have Miranda hate her.
"So," Brenda said, "I think I might get my tongue pierced," Brenda said. Miranda looked up.
"Really? That'd be cool. But...would your mom let you?"
Brenda smiled sadly and sat down on the bed. "The only good thing about having a parent die
is that the other parent bends over backwords to please you." Miranda felt so bad for her:
it must be so hard to lose a parent, she thought.
"Besides," Brenda said, recovering. "My birthday is coming up. My mom will let me do
it as a present."
"Oh, are you going to have a party?"
"I haven't made very many friends here so far," Brenda said. "I wonder why that is?" She was
always joking that everyone was intimidated by her style. "But maybe I'll have a small little
thing. I could invite you, of course. And your friends, Lizzie and Gordo," she added.
"You don't have to..." Miranda said. She knew that Brenda and Lizzie hadn't really clicked.
Brenda seemed to read her mind.
"I haven't gotten to know Lizzie yet, but Gordo is cool. I think I'll invite Parker-"
"EW!" Miranda exclaimed.
"What? Parker's not that bad."
"If you say so."
If Mira doesn't want me to invite Parker, then I won't, Brenda decided. Then an idea
came to her.
"I'm actually not in much of a party mood," she said. "And I don't know if my
mom would be up for it. But maybe we could do something...just the two of us."
Miranda felt like her dreams had come true. Just the two of us... "Sure, whatever you
want to do is cool with me."
Brenda smiled. "Well, I'll think about it later. We better get back to math now."
The girls tried to study, but the thought of the coming event made them both
very distracted.
In a good way.
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