"Will you stop fidgeting? And don't slouch like that either." Miranda just
glared at Lizzie and slouched even more.
"Keep it up McGuire, you're skating on thin ice."
"Well you know what they say. If you're skating on thin ice you might as well dance." Lizzie smirked. She knew she was pushing Miranda's buttons but she couldn't help it. She couldn't believe that she actually got her to come to the interview. Then again she could. She had railroaded her into it. She remembered what she had told her the day before.
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"I know that you don't want to this but I'm warning you Sanchez if you purposely mess up this interview tomorrow I'll go through with my part of the deal." Miranda just rolled her eyes. She had her plans for the interview. It's not as if Lizzie was going into the room with her.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I found out that one of the past presidents of my sorority is on the panel of judges and she still talks to the girl who was the president after her which means that I can find out if you say or do anything stupid on purpose. So wipe that grin off your face." Damn! Lizzie was good. When did she get so malicious?
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Lizzie sneaked a peek at her best friend and for the first time wondered if she was doing the right thing. Miranda looked miserable. Then again the past two weeks had been sheer torture for her. Lizzie had made good use of all her contacts and had dragged Miranda along when she went to her speech coach, posture coach and personal trainer. She now sat beside her dressed in a short spaghetti strap dress and stiletto's that turned her 5'9'' frame into 6'2": perfect pageant height. Just as they were immersed in their own thoughts a stunningly beautiful woman with a mass of red curls stormed in and plopped down next to Miranda. She wore a fire department uniform and was followed by a petite blonde with a delicate visage. As the latter opened her mouth to speak the former promptly stopped her.
"I don't want to hear it Angie. You got me here now leave me alone." Angela just smiled and leaned over her to talk to Lizzie and Miranda.
"Hi, I'm Angela Madison. This is my friend Tremaine Clarke. I'm not being interviewed today, she is. What about you two?" She smiled sweetly. Lizzie, recognizing a kindred spirit, piped up.
"I'm Elizabeth McGuire, I'm not interviewing today either but Miranda here is."
"Hey haven't I seen you on the news sometimes?" Angie asked. Lizzie blushed and nodded.
"Do you want my seat Angie or are you going to keep digging into my thigh with that bony elbow of yours." Tremaine was obviously still upset about something. Miranda, who liked Angie but was by no means prepared to enjoy any useless chatter herself quickly spoke up.
"Actually you can switch seats with me." She then quickly got up before Angie had the chance to refuse. As she plunked down on the other side of Tremaine she began to relive the past two weeks and once again she found herself stewing at Lizzie's audacity. She didn't even notice that Tremaine was looking at her until she spoke.
"So what are you in for?" Miranda looked up.
"I'm being blackmailed, you?"
"Dare." Miranda nodded in understanding as they both stared contemptuously at the two blondes who were chatting away like old friends. "What's the blackmail?"
"Well, I kinda stuck a pair of panties in my partner's desk draw and Lizzie is threatening to tell him if I don't go through with this."
"Partner?" She raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
"Yeah, I'm a cop."
"Is he hot?"
"Like a ten dollar Rolex." She replied instantly thinking of Trent. "What about you? What's the dare?"
"Well Miss Elegance over there thinks that I need to be sweeter and that I'm ashamed of my body and should show it off more. I told her to take her concern and shove it. She in turn dared me to make it to the interview segment of this stupid pageant. I wouldn't even be here today but she dragged me. She's LUCKY I didn't RUN HER OVER with my BIG RED TRUCK!" She said, making sure her best friend heard her. Angie just smiled rolling her eyes. She was used to Tremaine's temper tantrums.
"You brought the fire truck?" Miranda asked incredulously. She would have never gotten to take the squad car. Tremaine laughed.
"No. I drive a red Chevy Blazer. You can say I'm married to my work. That's why I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS" She threw at her friend.
"So leave." It seemed simple enough to Miranda, unfortunately Lizzie and Angie weren't getting along so well by chance.
"Can't. Ice Queen over there will force me to go out with her obnoxious cousin next week if I don't. The deal was that I have to actually make it into the interview room. She knows me too well."
"I feel you pain. And believe me I do. I've been in that situation many a time before with the blonde Pipi Longstocking talking to the Ice Queen." With that comment they both let out a hoot of laughter. They looked up as their friends did the same thing. Both pairs had the same expressions on their faces. What were THEY laughing about? They all narrowed their eyes in suspicion.
At that exact moment an obviously gay man came out of a room and called Tremaine's name.
"Good luck!" Angie called out.
"Tell it to the Marines." Was the caustic reply she received. After about ten minutes Tremaine exited the room shouting.
"OH YEAH?! WELL I DIDN'T WANT TO ENTER YOUR STUPID PAGEANT ANYWAY!!!"
"Tremaine! What did you say in there!?!" Angie looked frantic.
"I just told them a few things about their mothers that they didn't know before." She snorted with laughter at the memory of their reactions to her choice language. She shoved open the exit door and then turned to Miranda with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT MIRANDA. RID YOURSELF OF ALL EVIL FORCES!" With that she walked out with a flustered Angie running to catch up before she drove off without her. Miranda shook her head laughing. She really liked that girl. She had attitude. Just then the gay guy called her name.
"Keep it up McGuire, you're skating on thin ice."
"Well you know what they say. If you're skating on thin ice you might as well dance." Lizzie smirked. She knew she was pushing Miranda's buttons but she couldn't help it. She couldn't believe that she actually got her to come to the interview. Then again she could. She had railroaded her into it. She remembered what she had told her the day before.
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"I know that you don't want to this but I'm warning you Sanchez if you purposely mess up this interview tomorrow I'll go through with my part of the deal." Miranda just rolled her eyes. She had her plans for the interview. It's not as if Lizzie was going into the room with her.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I found out that one of the past presidents of my sorority is on the panel of judges and she still talks to the girl who was the president after her which means that I can find out if you say or do anything stupid on purpose. So wipe that grin off your face." Damn! Lizzie was good. When did she get so malicious?
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Lizzie sneaked a peek at her best friend and for the first time wondered if she was doing the right thing. Miranda looked miserable. Then again the past two weeks had been sheer torture for her. Lizzie had made good use of all her contacts and had dragged Miranda along when she went to her speech coach, posture coach and personal trainer. She now sat beside her dressed in a short spaghetti strap dress and stiletto's that turned her 5'9'' frame into 6'2": perfect pageant height. Just as they were immersed in their own thoughts a stunningly beautiful woman with a mass of red curls stormed in and plopped down next to Miranda. She wore a fire department uniform and was followed by a petite blonde with a delicate visage. As the latter opened her mouth to speak the former promptly stopped her.
"I don't want to hear it Angie. You got me here now leave me alone." Angela just smiled and leaned over her to talk to Lizzie and Miranda.
"Hi, I'm Angela Madison. This is my friend Tremaine Clarke. I'm not being interviewed today, she is. What about you two?" She smiled sweetly. Lizzie, recognizing a kindred spirit, piped up.
"I'm Elizabeth McGuire, I'm not interviewing today either but Miranda here is."
"Hey haven't I seen you on the news sometimes?" Angie asked. Lizzie blushed and nodded.
"Do you want my seat Angie or are you going to keep digging into my thigh with that bony elbow of yours." Tremaine was obviously still upset about something. Miranda, who liked Angie but was by no means prepared to enjoy any useless chatter herself quickly spoke up.
"Actually you can switch seats with me." She then quickly got up before Angie had the chance to refuse. As she plunked down on the other side of Tremaine she began to relive the past two weeks and once again she found herself stewing at Lizzie's audacity. She didn't even notice that Tremaine was looking at her until she spoke.
"So what are you in for?" Miranda looked up.
"I'm being blackmailed, you?"
"Dare." Miranda nodded in understanding as they both stared contemptuously at the two blondes who were chatting away like old friends. "What's the blackmail?"
"Well, I kinda stuck a pair of panties in my partner's desk draw and Lizzie is threatening to tell him if I don't go through with this."
"Partner?" She raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
"Yeah, I'm a cop."
"Is he hot?"
"Like a ten dollar Rolex." She replied instantly thinking of Trent. "What about you? What's the dare?"
"Well Miss Elegance over there thinks that I need to be sweeter and that I'm ashamed of my body and should show it off more. I told her to take her concern and shove it. She in turn dared me to make it to the interview segment of this stupid pageant. I wouldn't even be here today but she dragged me. She's LUCKY I didn't RUN HER OVER with my BIG RED TRUCK!" She said, making sure her best friend heard her. Angie just smiled rolling her eyes. She was used to Tremaine's temper tantrums.
"You brought the fire truck?" Miranda asked incredulously. She would have never gotten to take the squad car. Tremaine laughed.
"No. I drive a red Chevy Blazer. You can say I'm married to my work. That's why I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS" She threw at her friend.
"So leave." It seemed simple enough to Miranda, unfortunately Lizzie and Angie weren't getting along so well by chance.
"Can't. Ice Queen over there will force me to go out with her obnoxious cousin next week if I don't. The deal was that I have to actually make it into the interview room. She knows me too well."
"I feel you pain. And believe me I do. I've been in that situation many a time before with the blonde Pipi Longstocking talking to the Ice Queen." With that comment they both let out a hoot of laughter. They looked up as their friends did the same thing. Both pairs had the same expressions on their faces. What were THEY laughing about? They all narrowed their eyes in suspicion.
At that exact moment an obviously gay man came out of a room and called Tremaine's name.
"Good luck!" Angie called out.
"Tell it to the Marines." Was the caustic reply she received. After about ten minutes Tremaine exited the room shouting.
"OH YEAH?! WELL I DIDN'T WANT TO ENTER YOUR STUPID PAGEANT ANYWAY!!!"
"Tremaine! What did you say in there!?!" Angie looked frantic.
"I just told them a few things about their mothers that they didn't know before." She snorted with laughter at the memory of their reactions to her choice language. She shoved open the exit door and then turned to Miranda with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT MIRANDA. RID YOURSELF OF ALL EVIL FORCES!" With that she walked out with a flustered Angie running to catch up before she drove off without her. Miranda shook her head laughing. She really liked that girl. She had attitude. Just then the gay guy called her name.