*-*-Disclaimer: I do not own, nor have I ever owned, Lizzie McGuire. All characters belong to the creators of Lizzie McGuire.-*-*
The New...Everything
Chatper Twenty-Two
Miranda searched through Lizzie's closet. She couldn't find a thing that appeased her tastes. She sighed. She'd have to wear what she had on. Not that she totally hated it or anything, she'd just prefer not to conform a lot. Conforming would make her needy and snobby, and needy and snobby people were...well, needy and snobby. She turned to walk out of the room, but then her cell phone rang. She answered it, "Miranda."
"Miranda, Kate here."
"Oh, hey girl!"
"Don't you 'Oh, hey, girl!' me, Mira!"
"What are you talking about, Kate?"
"Mira! What the hell?! I thought we had a deal?! YOU pretend to be friends with those two weirdies, and then dump them like the trash they are for MOI."
Miranda had been holding the phone away from her ear. The high pitch squealing/whining from Kate was probably not good for her hearing. Once she figured that Kate was done, she began to talk. "Okay, look, Kate. Liz and I were really great friends, and I miss that! I'm sorry, but the deal is off. I don't care how much you like Gordo, the deal is off, okay?!"
Kate squeaked, "Me? Like David Gordon? Pssh! What alternate universe are you in?"
Miranda was digusted with Kate, "Gah, Kate! Get over it! I can so tell that you like him, but I'm not doing it. You can't make me. Got it?"
Kate growled, "I do NOT like Gordon, and you WILL do this! If you don't...you'll seriously regret it."
"Oh, I'm so scared, Kate!" Miranda's voice was full of sarcasm, and she rolled her eyes at Kate's neediness/snobbiness.
"You should be, Sanchez! I've got incriminating evidence that involves you and Larry Tudgeman," Kate smirked. She got Miranda.
"Me and Tudgeman? What the hell are you talking about? I don't ever remember doing anything with that nerd."
"Oh, give it a rest, Mira! I totally know you like him, and that you went out to a movie and dinner with him one night."
"I did no such thing, Kate!"
"Yeah, well, pictures don't lie, *darlin'*. They are worth a thousand words!"
Miranda was shocked, "Are you blackmailing me?!"
"You better believe it, *hun*," Kate giggled evilly.
Miranda stared at the phone, this could not be good. What was she going to do? Miranda sighed, there was no way she was going to win this one. "Ugh, what do I have to do again?"
"YOU, Miss Mira, must become friends with the two weirdies, and then...YOU do something to end the "friendship" and come back to MOI, Miss Kate Sanders," she was so devious and conniving while she said it. Then she growled at Miranda, "GOT IT?!"
"Eep! Yes, ma'am, Kate. Ruin friendship. Check. I read you loud and clear."
"Good. Ta! See you on the flip side!"
"Yeah, the flip side. Later," Miranda sighed dejectedly. This was going to be great.
Lizzie crept down the stairs with tear stained cheeks and more tears flowing. She sniffled and looked at Gordo.
He glanced up, "Oh my...Lizzie, what's wrong?" She collapsed into his arms and sobbed.
(A/N: Okay, I hope I didn't hurt ANYONE'S feelings with the snobby/needy/conformist little comments. If I did, I am incredible sorry. But I don't have anything against these people. I have lots of friends that are like that, and they rock! That is all.)
The New...Everything
Chatper Twenty-Two
Miranda searched through Lizzie's closet. She couldn't find a thing that appeased her tastes. She sighed. She'd have to wear what she had on. Not that she totally hated it or anything, she'd just prefer not to conform a lot. Conforming would make her needy and snobby, and needy and snobby people were...well, needy and snobby. She turned to walk out of the room, but then her cell phone rang. She answered it, "Miranda."
"Miranda, Kate here."
"Oh, hey girl!"
"Don't you 'Oh, hey, girl!' me, Mira!"
"What are you talking about, Kate?"
"Mira! What the hell?! I thought we had a deal?! YOU pretend to be friends with those two weirdies, and then dump them like the trash they are for MOI."
Miranda had been holding the phone away from her ear. The high pitch squealing/whining from Kate was probably not good for her hearing. Once she figured that Kate was done, she began to talk. "Okay, look, Kate. Liz and I were really great friends, and I miss that! I'm sorry, but the deal is off. I don't care how much you like Gordo, the deal is off, okay?!"
Kate squeaked, "Me? Like David Gordon? Pssh! What alternate universe are you in?"
Miranda was digusted with Kate, "Gah, Kate! Get over it! I can so tell that you like him, but I'm not doing it. You can't make me. Got it?"
Kate growled, "I do NOT like Gordon, and you WILL do this! If you don't...you'll seriously regret it."
"Oh, I'm so scared, Kate!" Miranda's voice was full of sarcasm, and she rolled her eyes at Kate's neediness/snobbiness.
"You should be, Sanchez! I've got incriminating evidence that involves you and Larry Tudgeman," Kate smirked. She got Miranda.
"Me and Tudgeman? What the hell are you talking about? I don't ever remember doing anything with that nerd."
"Oh, give it a rest, Mira! I totally know you like him, and that you went out to a movie and dinner with him one night."
"I did no such thing, Kate!"
"Yeah, well, pictures don't lie, *darlin'*. They are worth a thousand words!"
Miranda was shocked, "Are you blackmailing me?!"
"You better believe it, *hun*," Kate giggled evilly.
Miranda stared at the phone, this could not be good. What was she going to do? Miranda sighed, there was no way she was going to win this one. "Ugh, what do I have to do again?"
"YOU, Miss Mira, must become friends with the two weirdies, and then...YOU do something to end the "friendship" and come back to MOI, Miss Kate Sanders," she was so devious and conniving while she said it. Then she growled at Miranda, "GOT IT?!"
"Eep! Yes, ma'am, Kate. Ruin friendship. Check. I read you loud and clear."
"Good. Ta! See you on the flip side!"
"Yeah, the flip side. Later," Miranda sighed dejectedly. This was going to be great.
Lizzie crept down the stairs with tear stained cheeks and more tears flowing. She sniffled and looked at Gordo.
He glanced up, "Oh my...Lizzie, what's wrong?" She collapsed into his arms and sobbed.
(A/N: Okay, I hope I didn't hurt ANYONE'S feelings with the snobby/needy/conformist little comments. If I did, I am incredible sorry. But I don't have anything against these people. I have lots of friends that are like that, and they rock! That is all.)
