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A/N: Well, I guess no one really likes this story. I'll keep going because no one really knows where any of it is going. Maybe more people will review in time. Miranda's "episode" will be up soon. One or two more chapters, depending how far this one goes. I think I'll tackle Kate next. Now, that one is a HUGE surprise! By the way, in the first chapter, at the end I went into 3rd person, no one mentioned it, but yeah it's fixed.

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BrownEyedGurl: Yeah, her "episode" deals with her sister. I kinda got it off a movie, and changed it to fit what I wanted to do. Them being older was just needed. The problems that are arising and that they will be dealing with are more high school type problems and such.

Chapter 2: Tumbling Down

~Olivia~

Miranda seemed a little more than apprehensive to hang out with me today, but she's my little sis! You gotta bond sometime, right? I have been pretty bitchy to her over the years though. She's 4 years younger than me, that's huge when you're growing up. She liked Barbie's and I liked shopping. It's just never worked. But, now, we're both older and mature. I think we can be friends now.

But, first, table 3 needs a refill. Wait, what were they drinking, again? Ok, this is a first, I never forget something a table orders especially when I've only got two tables. Looks like an Iced Tea and two Cokes. Hopefully they aren't Diets.

"Here you go." I remarked placing the drinks in front of the three customers. "Your food will be out soon."

"Thank you." They replied.

Maybe I just need a vacation. That might be good to do soon. I came home from college and started right here, straight away. A little break couldn't hurt.

"Table 3, order up." Followed by DING DING DING. Back to work.

Picking up the stand in one hand and the tray in another I walked over to the table. This is a talent!

Well, it's good to know I haven't lost all of my memory. I did manage to give everyone their food without having to think. Maybe it was just a two second glitch.

"O-liv-ia, aaaaaarrrrrrrreee yyyoooooouu ooookkkkk?" Why was Jimmy talking so slow and all slurred?

~Miranda~

"What's on the agenda, tonight?"

"Well, there's a party over at Danny's, but I'm not in the mood."

"Me neither. Danny's parties get a little boring after a while."

"Yeah. Same stuff every time. People drink. People get drunk. People fight, hook up, pass out, or throw up. Not interested."

"You forgot about strip." I intoned giggling.

"Don't remind me. I can still see those boxers."

"I think everyone can still see those boxers, Liz. Todd was a riot that night, though."

"Yeah, that was one of the better parties. But, we need a game plan for tonight." Lizzie semi-whined the last part.

"Why don't we just go to a movie?" I finally suggested.

"We could see that new Mandy Moore one."

"Perfect. I think Gordo's out of this one though. Seems like a chick flick." I commented.

"He's got plans tonight, anyways. Something with Ethan. A night with the guys."

"Gordo doesn't have a night with the guys."

"Well, now he does."

"All right. There's a show in an hour. That good?"

"Yeah." I barely heard that though, my mom had obviously dropped something and screamed. I wonder what fell, it sounded heavy.

I ventured out into the hall. And because I get easily distracted Lizzie was still on the phone with me. And I was still holding the phone. Am I smart or what?

Is that my mom? Why is she on the couch crying?

"Mom? What happened?" Come on, it was just a dish, you'll buy a new one. No need to cry over it.

"Liv's at the hospital." She garbled through tears. I barely heard it, but I'm pretty sure that's what it was.

"What? Why? What happened?" That was just a small percentage of the questions running through my mind. I had just spent the day with her, she was fine. Prefectly healthy. No need for a hospital.

"I don't know. Jimmy called and said that she passed out at work. We need to go." Mom reached for the keys and I stopped her.

"No way. I'm driving. You're too hysterical." I just dropped the phone. Oops. Now I remember. "Liz? Gotta cancel. Sorry. I'll talk to you later, okay?" She probably thinks I'm a horrible friend for that, but she'll understand.

"It's ok. See ya."

A/N: It's not what you're expecting. Well, maybe. I really don't know what you're thinking.