Part Four:
The day of the concert, aka Brenda's birthday, Miranda nervously picked
out an outfit. This was more important then any dance or date. This was
her first "date" with Brenda.
Yeah, I'll bet that's the way she feels about it, Miranda thought
sarcasticly.
If she only knew...
Brenda was digging frantically through her walk-in closet, sifting through
piles of vintage shirts and jeans, looking for something nice to wear. I
wish I had something like Miranda's to wear, just for tonight, she thought.
That inspired her to head over to Miranda's house.
When she answered the door, Miranda was shooked to see her. "You have to
let me borrow something to wear," Brenda said. "I have, like, nothing
concert-worthy."
"Sure, come on in."
"For this, I'll help you do something with that hair of yours," Brenda
joked as they climbed the stairs.
"Hey, what's wrong with my hair?" Miranda said in mock anger.
"Oh...nothing, hun."
Miranda had decided on her outfit: a black and pink striped tank top
and long, baggy black pants. "I actually do need some help with my hair,"
she admitted. "I wanna put some pink extentions in, to match my outfit."
"Okay, we'll do that...after I find something to wear!" Brenda dug around
her room. Miranda didn't object as clothes were tossed all over. Brenda
finally decided on a pair of camo capris and a tight black shirt. "We look
like we're going to a fucking Avril concert," she joked.
"Avril sucks."
"Agreed."
Brenda spent some time twisting and braiding the pink extensions into
Miranda's hair. Miranda knew that she didn't really need the help: she just
wanted Brenda to do her hair.
Brenda decided to put her short, blue hair in little ponytails, like a
bunch of blue sprouts sticking out of her head. She had Miranda do it. "Ouch,
Mira, not so damn tight!" she'd say, and Miranda would apologize quickly.
The girls walked to the concert, because the arena was close to Miranda's
house. The place was packed with not only adults, but kids their age, too.
"Wow, where do all these kids with good music taste go to school?" Miranda
wondered out loud.
"Certainly not to our school."
The concert was great. Brenda had the time of her life, closing her eyes and
listening to all the great songs. Miranda didn't know most of them, just the
ones on the "Hotel California" CD that Brenda had lent her. "I'll never loan
you my record, though," she'd said.
"That's okay, I don't have anything to play it on!"
After the concert, it was dark. "Do you want to call your mom or something?"
Miranda asked. They were spending the night at Brenda's, and she lived a
little further from the concert sight.
"No way! It's a gorgeous night!" Brenda was in a great mood, skipping around.
"I can't wait to get my tongue pierced tomorrow! You have to come with me,
it's gonna hurt like HELL!"
"Yeah, I'd hate to miss the chance to see you cry."
"You're so horrible!" Was it Brenda's imagination, or was Mira flirting with
her? Please, let it be true...
The walk was really nice. The girls talked and laughed and "flirted" the whole
way.
Suddenly, on the corner of Brenda's street, she made a big decision. "Mira,"
she said, stopping. She grabbed her friend's arm.
Miranda stopped, surprised. "What is it, Brenda? What's the matter?"
"I-I had a really great time tonight," Brenda said, shaking.
Miranda smiled. "I'm glad."
"I just don't know how to thank you," Brenda said. "And...I'm hoping this will
do." With that, Brenda leaned and in kissed Miranda. Much to her pleasure, Mira
didn't push her away: she kissed back.
"Wow," Miranda said when it was over. "So...you feel the same way I do?"
"Yes!" Brenda said, gushing. "Oh, Mira! I've had a crush on you ever since I
met you."
"I didn't realize I liked you, until about a month and a half ago," Miranda
admitted.
Brenda smiled. "So, what now?"
"Um...I guess we're...girlfriends, or something?"
Brenda's smile faded. "I'm not quite sure how this all works. I've only liked
one other girl before, and she turned out to be a bitch."
"It doesn't matter how it "works". We can do whatever we want." Miranda was so
happy.
But Brenda frowned now. "I don't know if we can tell anyone yet, though." As
much as Miranda hated to admit it, she had to agree. It was easier for a TV
charactor to come out then in real life, she thought sadly.
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The day of the concert, aka Brenda's birthday, Miranda nervously picked
out an outfit. This was more important then any dance or date. This was
her first "date" with Brenda.
Yeah, I'll bet that's the way she feels about it, Miranda thought
sarcasticly.
If she only knew...
Brenda was digging frantically through her walk-in closet, sifting through
piles of vintage shirts and jeans, looking for something nice to wear. I
wish I had something like Miranda's to wear, just for tonight, she thought.
That inspired her to head over to Miranda's house.
When she answered the door, Miranda was shooked to see her. "You have to
let me borrow something to wear," Brenda said. "I have, like, nothing
concert-worthy."
"Sure, come on in."
"For this, I'll help you do something with that hair of yours," Brenda
joked as they climbed the stairs.
"Hey, what's wrong with my hair?" Miranda said in mock anger.
"Oh...nothing, hun."
Miranda had decided on her outfit: a black and pink striped tank top
and long, baggy black pants. "I actually do need some help with my hair,"
she admitted. "I wanna put some pink extentions in, to match my outfit."
"Okay, we'll do that...after I find something to wear!" Brenda dug around
her room. Miranda didn't object as clothes were tossed all over. Brenda
finally decided on a pair of camo capris and a tight black shirt. "We look
like we're going to a fucking Avril concert," she joked.
"Avril sucks."
"Agreed."
Brenda spent some time twisting and braiding the pink extensions into
Miranda's hair. Miranda knew that she didn't really need the help: she just
wanted Brenda to do her hair.
Brenda decided to put her short, blue hair in little ponytails, like a
bunch of blue sprouts sticking out of her head. She had Miranda do it. "Ouch,
Mira, not so damn tight!" she'd say, and Miranda would apologize quickly.
The girls walked to the concert, because the arena was close to Miranda's
house. The place was packed with not only adults, but kids their age, too.
"Wow, where do all these kids with good music taste go to school?" Miranda
wondered out loud.
"Certainly not to our school."
The concert was great. Brenda had the time of her life, closing her eyes and
listening to all the great songs. Miranda didn't know most of them, just the
ones on the "Hotel California" CD that Brenda had lent her. "I'll never loan
you my record, though," she'd said.
"That's okay, I don't have anything to play it on!"
After the concert, it was dark. "Do you want to call your mom or something?"
Miranda asked. They were spending the night at Brenda's, and she lived a
little further from the concert sight.
"No way! It's a gorgeous night!" Brenda was in a great mood, skipping around.
"I can't wait to get my tongue pierced tomorrow! You have to come with me,
it's gonna hurt like HELL!"
"Yeah, I'd hate to miss the chance to see you cry."
"You're so horrible!" Was it Brenda's imagination, or was Mira flirting with
her? Please, let it be true...
The walk was really nice. The girls talked and laughed and "flirted" the whole
way.
Suddenly, on the corner of Brenda's street, she made a big decision. "Mira,"
she said, stopping. She grabbed her friend's arm.
Miranda stopped, surprised. "What is it, Brenda? What's the matter?"
"I-I had a really great time tonight," Brenda said, shaking.
Miranda smiled. "I'm glad."
"I just don't know how to thank you," Brenda said. "And...I'm hoping this will
do." With that, Brenda leaned and in kissed Miranda. Much to her pleasure, Mira
didn't push her away: she kissed back.
"Wow," Miranda said when it was over. "So...you feel the same way I do?"
"Yes!" Brenda said, gushing. "Oh, Mira! I've had a crush on you ever since I
met you."
"I didn't realize I liked you, until about a month and a half ago," Miranda
admitted.
Brenda smiled. "So, what now?"
"Um...I guess we're...girlfriends, or something?"
Brenda's smile faded. "I'm not quite sure how this all works. I've only liked
one other girl before, and she turned out to be a bitch."
"It doesn't matter how it "works". We can do whatever we want." Miranda was so
happy.
But Brenda frowned now. "I don't know if we can tell anyone yet, though." As
much as Miranda hated to admit it, she had to agree. It was easier for a TV
charactor to come out then in real life, she thought sadly.
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