Author: Jade Unicorn
Title: When The Thunder Rolls
Rating: PG13 for some fluff and stuff.
E-mail: tenryu@excite.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/tigerwolf (for other stories by me and my poems)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just using them for fun. I'll put them back when I'm done, promise.
WARNING!!!: This story contains female/female relationships!!! If you're opposed to this sort of thing, don't read any further. And if I get flames: I will be very, very pissed off if I get one of those reviews that says: 'ew, that's gross and nasty. You shouldn't do that.' and thing worse than that, I will get upset. Now you all know by now that there will be lesbian themes in this so read if you want, leave if you want. If you're offended by lesbian themes, then just stay away from all my stories, its incorporated one way or another in them.

Miranda clutched the box tightly in her hands, "Please, please, please, please..." She continued to beg, following her friend around the house. Lizzie picked up the plates from the sink and stuck them under the water to rinse off the soap.

"Miranda, you know that I hate that movie." She whined back. Putting up the last plate in the rack to dry, Lizzie turned around to see her friend's bottom lip stuck out and her eyes wide like a puppy at a pound wanting to be taken home somewhere.

Finally she gave in; she wasn't going to win anyways. "Fine, but if I have nightmares, I'm blaming you."

Miranda jumped slightly in delight, she had won. "You won't have nightmares, I promise."

They shuffled into the living room to get comfortable. Miranda, much to Lizzie's disappointment, sat in the floor in front of the couch. Lizzie took a seat on the couch so that she could watch Miranda without the girl knowing it. The lights went out leaving the only light in the room coming from the television.

Lizzie wanted to stop the movie and ask Miranda what her problem was. Why weren't they talking about what had happened earlier in the kitchen? How do you start a conversation like that anyhow? And was Miranda going through the same dilemma as she was?

What am I going to do? Maybe she'll bring it up so I won't have to. Miranda thought to herself as she gulped down some more of her coke.

The title appeared in bold white letters on the screen, causing both girls to drop their thoughts and focus on the movie. 'The Hand That Rocks The Cradle' read across the screen.


An hour into the movie had passed and neither girl was really paying attention to. The sound effects of glass crashing down caused Lizzie to jump and gasped. She looked up to see the gory details in full, which made her scared. Miranda looked up to see Lizzie drop her face into a pillow and whimper slightly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Miranda curled up with Lizzie on the couch. She felt like a jerk for begging to watch the one movie that she knew scared her friend.

"It's just I don't like this movie." Her voice was muffled. She sighed slightly when she felt one of Miranda's hand rub her leg that was tucked underneath her.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was just being a jerk for making you watch it. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have..." Her voice trailed off. Under her breath she whispered "I just mess things up. I shouldn't have came over here. You hate me now."

"No!" Lizzie felt the tears well up in her eyes, was this how Miranda felt? Did she think that their kiss was a big mistake? Did she regret it? "No, you never mess things up. You always make things better. Whenever I'm upset, who do I go to first? My family? No, you, because I trust you with my life. You mean everything to me Miranda."

Miranda raised her head to see the blonde. Both girls had a list mist of tears in their eyes. It was a now or never time to be open and explain their feelings.

"Lizzie..." She began but lost her nerve. In the beginning she thought that this would be easy to just say that she was falling in love with Lizzie. But that was just in her dreams. In her dreams she couldn't be hurt and Lizzie loved her back. But this was real life. And even though she heard what Lizzie said and she felt that kiss earlier, she was still insecure of herself.

Lizzie laid her hand over Miranda's that still rested comfortably on her leg. Miranda turned her hand over to intertwine their fingers. It gave her the strength that she needed. "I need you Lizzie, more than you'll ever know. You're everything to me, you always have been. And I'm scared because.... Because I think that I'm falling in love with you."

The blonde brought their hands up to her mouth where she lightly kissed Miranda's knuckles. "I'm scared too." Lizzie admitted for the first time. "I've never been as attracted to somebody like I am to you."

"Then why Ron?" She couldn't bring herself to say the full sentence. It hurt her too much when her friend and Ron were going out.

Lizzie shook her head. "He was nothing. He was just somebody that I hoped would make what I felt for you disappear." Seeing the hurt arising in Miranda's eyes she quickly explained further. "I was always taught that being gay was wrong. My parents never directly said to me that they disapproved of it, but they didn't deny it either. I've been afraid my whole life that I wouldn't be good enough."

"Good enough for who?"

"Everybody. Good enough for my parents, my grandparents, my friends, and then you."

"Lizzie..." Miranda started the sentence but was cut off by Lizzie.

"You seemed too far out of reach for me. I always thought 'she'd never like someone like me. I'm too dorky and she's too sexy to want to date someone like me.' But I hope that you can prove me wrong."

It was silent for a while. Rain was tapping lightly on the windows and the heater kicked on. Warmth spread through the house creating a nice feel for them both. The movie continued to play, not that they were noticing. Both girls sat in their place just staring at the other. Right now wasn't a time for words, it felt too right to just sit there than to talk.

That's when it happened, what Lizzie had been waiting for since the kitchen. Miranda leaned in this time and kissed Lizzie. They both let go of the tension that had settled in their shoulders and just enjoyed this contact.

The phone began to ring. Lizzie knew that she should get up to answer it but her task at the moment was much more important.

"Shouldn't you get that?" Miranda said in between kisses. She was lying on top of Lizzie who was stretched out on the couch. That's how it had been for the past few minutes, just them kissing and a few touches here and there.

"That's what answering machines are for." Lizzie answered back.

"Lizzie..." The familiar female McGuire voice called out on the answering machine.

Both girls stopped what they were doing to listen to the message.

"I guess that you're in the shower or in the bed. Well I just wanted to call and see if you were all right. I'll call again tomorrow. Love you."

"What time is it?" Lizzie looked across the living room at the clock which read 10:00 p.m. "We should get to bed."

"Trying to get rid of me?" Miranda grinned, never moving from her spot on top of Lizzie.

"Nope, we could fall asleep right here for all I care. It's just that the bed is better suited for snuggling."

"Oh, that's right. More room, so let's go to bed." Miranda laughed a little before placing another kiss on Lizzie's lips. She got up and stretched her muscles. Seeing the opportunity, Lizzie grabbed Miranda's sides and began to tickle her.

"Hey, that wasn't fair!" Miranda said between gasps. Managed to pin Lizzie on the floor, her straddling the blonde's hips. After calming down, they both realized the position they were in and how it may have looked to others. Jumping up, Miranda tried hiding her blush. "We should probably get to bed now." She said, trying to cover up the situation.

"Yeah."


They stood there, staring at the bed. Both girls didn't know what to say or what to do. It seemed like such a weird thing to share the bed now. Before, they wouldn't have given it a second thought to climb into the bed together and sleep just mere inches from one another. But now the thought of sleeping just mere inches from one another was what was scaring them.

"So do you want to share the bed or not?" Miranda asked timidly.

"Uh..." Lizzie stalled; she didn't want to be the one to answer this question. "Do you want to share a bed?"

There was a pause of silence Miranda didn't answer.

She sighed heavily. Why was this such a hard thing to say? Of course she wanted to share the bed with Miranda. She wanted to share everything with Miranda. But the words were caught in her throat and wouldn't come out. 'I want to lie next to you and watch you sleep and listen to your breathing.' Is what Lizzie was thinking.


To be continued.... if you want it to.

Let me know what you think. What you think could be changed or made better. This story is for the public and what the public wants I will try to give.

Jade Unicorn