Hello humans, aliens and otherwise (that's a phrase I say all the time,
don't worry my friends don't get it either) I know I haven't updated in a
while. I was really busy, my senior prom was Tuesday night and I had a
whole lot of things to take care of before that and well. I spent yesterday
catching up on sleep. Today, however I'm all yours. I had an interesting
review for the last chapter and at first I was FURIOUS but I thought it
over and now I'm not, you gave your honest opinion and I appreciate that. I
just wanted to say though that I do write for my own enjoyment but Lizzie
McGuire fanfics are different. I could write out this whole thing and never
post it and that will be for my enjoyment. I ask for reviews because I am
truly curious of people's views on these stories. I have a lot of work to
do and I was honestly wondering if anyone wanted the story continued or if
I could be better utilizing my time for everyone's benefit. Now back to tha
story.
To say Miranda was stunned would be the understatement of the year. She
stood in the doorway of the extremely elegant restaurant and stared
dumbfounded at her friends all dressed up to the nines. How on earth did
they manage to pull this off? She looked around at the familiar faces
completely amazed. She was brought back to the reality with a voice in
her ear.
"I would say that if you don't close your mouth you would catch flies but
I'm sure there aren't any in this restaurant." She looked up Trent who
was still at her side. He had brought her here because of the party.
Nothing else. The recognition of this sent a pang of disappointment
through her. She was surprised and happy at what her friends had done for
her but in the back of her mind she was actually looking forward to an
evening with Trent. To know that he had no such intentions.. She shook
the thought out of her head and smiled at everyone in the room.
"How did you guys ever plan this?" She was genuinely curious to know. She
hadn't noticed anything different in the office to allude to this little
surprise.
"Well..." Jay started " We started planning it the day you got that phone
call from the pageant company. We had already figured out that you would
probably have to take time off. I rigged your car when you were out on
patrol today and we fixed it so that you would be forced to bum a ride
home with Trent."
"So you only asked me out to get me here tonight." She turned to Trent
who had a self-satisfied grin on his face.
"Yeah.. Why?"
"Oh nothing. This is spectacular you guys." she said a little too
quickly. She looked up and saw Lizzie staring at her intently. She broke
the gaze and smiled at the rest of people. If anyone could see through
her it was Lizzie and she did not need an interrogation. Unfortunately
she was about to get one.
Lizzie crossed the pace between them and brought Miranda into an embrace.
While she hugged her she whispered into her ear " What happened between
you and Trent?" Miranda tried desperately to feign innocence but was cut
short by Lizzie blank stare that told her that she wasn't buying any
excuses. " I know something happened Miranda Isabella Sanchez so don't
tell me otherwise. You could cut the tension between you two with a
knife." As she said this she led Miranda over to a table in the corner of
the restaurant so that they could talk in private.
Miranda, meanwhile reminisced about the almost kissed that she had shared
with Trent and turned beet red. She hoped that he did not realize that
she was attracted to him. That would be incredibly embarrassing. She took
a deep breath and told Lizzie everything about the events of that evening
including her feelings.
"We almost kissed Lizzie, I mean for real. I actually WANTED him to kiss
the living daylight out of me. I wanted him to bring me to a restaurant
exactly like this but well... just the two of us y'know? I wanted him to
stare at me and tell me that I was the most beautiful woman in the world
and that I would be representing USA in the Miss Universe pageant.. AND
WIN!!! I wanted. jeez I don't know what I wanted. He didn't really want
to take me out. He did it cuz he felt like he had to. I'm sure he won't
even miss me when I-"
"HEY SANCHEZ! It's illegal in California to hide out in the corner of a
party when you're the guest of honor. Now as an officer of the law I'm
warning you that if you don't come out with your hands up right this
minute I'll have to arrest you." Miranda looked up smiling at the person
who had interrupted her conversation with Lizzie. Max Jamieson was one of
her best friends on the force. They had gone on a few dates when she had
just entered the force but had realized that what they felt for each
other was endearment not passion and had decided to be friends. He was
what she called her 'cuddles' whenever she needed a sympathetic ear and a
hug he was always there.
"Okay Maxwell Caulfied Jamieson. What do you have in store for me
tonight?" He winced at the sound of his whole name as Miranda knew he
would. His mother was totally obsessed with the star of the movie 'Grease
2' and had named her only son after him.
What Max had in store was an evening of pigging out and dancing. She had
one glass of white wine only however as she had no intentions of
suffering through a hangover on her last day as a police officer for four
months. Trent, however, had no such inhibitions. By midnight he was what
she called 'pleasantly schnockered'. She rolled her eyes as he tried to
pour the water from the vase on the table into his glass. He should go
home. She should drop him. Almost all the others had left for home
anyway, including Lizzie.
"Come on Anderson, time to go home." She grabbed his arm and helped him
up. Somehow she got him in the car and put on his seatbelt. She turned on
the CD player and smooth voice of India. Arie wafted through. This was
obviously one of his favorite CDs. She leaned back and listened intently
to the lyrics and stole a glance at the man sleeping in the seat next to
her
I am ready for love, why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom to be held in your captivity
I am ready for love, all of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for cuz you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow I'll say the same thing
I am ready for love, would you please lend me your ear
I promise I won't complain, I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music, a man who loves art
Respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart
I am ready for love, if you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach and do the best that I can
I am ready for love, here with an offering of
My voice my eyes, my soul, my mind
Tell what is enough, to prove I am ready for love.
I am ready
Miranda programmed the CD player to play the song over and over. It
suited her mood at the moment. Truthful, simple and filled with longing.
She hoped she didn't make his CD skip. During the fifth repetition she
arrived at his house. It was weird that a single guy lived in such a huge
house alone. Most people she knew weren't even considering buying a house
at 24 but then again Trent wasn't most people. At that moment thought she
was glad that she didn't have to carry him up any stairs or in an
elevator. She fished in his pocket and took out his keys.
"Anderson, wake up. You're home" He obliged her but was still very drunk.
She helped him out the car and then over to the grass where he promptly
threw up. When he was finished he looked up at her with a glazed smile.
"Sanchez, you're goooorgeous you know that? I mean really reaalllyy
really reallyreally HOT!" He staggered as he slurred out his words and
Miranda reached to grab him before he fell.
"Sure. whatever Anderson, lets get you into bed."
"Promise?" She looked at him stunned and then realized that that was the
alcohol talking then too. She managed to get him to the couch where she
took off his shoes and his shirt and threw a blanket over him. He didn't
protest.
She then called a cab to come pick her up. When it had arrived she
looked back at him from the door, then on impulse walked back over to the
sleeping figure and kissed him on the forehead.
"Sweet Dreams Trent." She whispered as she stood up and then let herself
out leaving his keys on an end table by the door before she locked it.
To say Miranda was stunned would be the understatement of the year. She
stood in the doorway of the extremely elegant restaurant and stared
dumbfounded at her friends all dressed up to the nines. How on earth did
they manage to pull this off? She looked around at the familiar faces
completely amazed. She was brought back to the reality with a voice in
her ear.
"I would say that if you don't close your mouth you would catch flies but
I'm sure there aren't any in this restaurant." She looked up Trent who
was still at her side. He had brought her here because of the party.
Nothing else. The recognition of this sent a pang of disappointment
through her. She was surprised and happy at what her friends had done for
her but in the back of her mind she was actually looking forward to an
evening with Trent. To know that he had no such intentions.. She shook
the thought out of her head and smiled at everyone in the room.
"How did you guys ever plan this?" She was genuinely curious to know. She
hadn't noticed anything different in the office to allude to this little
surprise.
"Well..." Jay started " We started planning it the day you got that phone
call from the pageant company. We had already figured out that you would
probably have to take time off. I rigged your car when you were out on
patrol today and we fixed it so that you would be forced to bum a ride
home with Trent."
"So you only asked me out to get me here tonight." She turned to Trent
who had a self-satisfied grin on his face.
"Yeah.. Why?"
"Oh nothing. This is spectacular you guys." she said a little too
quickly. She looked up and saw Lizzie staring at her intently. She broke
the gaze and smiled at the rest of people. If anyone could see through
her it was Lizzie and she did not need an interrogation. Unfortunately
she was about to get one.
Lizzie crossed the pace between them and brought Miranda into an embrace.
While she hugged her she whispered into her ear " What happened between
you and Trent?" Miranda tried desperately to feign innocence but was cut
short by Lizzie blank stare that told her that she wasn't buying any
excuses. " I know something happened Miranda Isabella Sanchez so don't
tell me otherwise. You could cut the tension between you two with a
knife." As she said this she led Miranda over to a table in the corner of
the restaurant so that they could talk in private.
Miranda, meanwhile reminisced about the almost kissed that she had shared
with Trent and turned beet red. She hoped that he did not realize that
she was attracted to him. That would be incredibly embarrassing. She took
a deep breath and told Lizzie everything about the events of that evening
including her feelings.
"We almost kissed Lizzie, I mean for real. I actually WANTED him to kiss
the living daylight out of me. I wanted him to bring me to a restaurant
exactly like this but well... just the two of us y'know? I wanted him to
stare at me and tell me that I was the most beautiful woman in the world
and that I would be representing USA in the Miss Universe pageant.. AND
WIN!!! I wanted. jeez I don't know what I wanted. He didn't really want
to take me out. He did it cuz he felt like he had to. I'm sure he won't
even miss me when I-"
"HEY SANCHEZ! It's illegal in California to hide out in the corner of a
party when you're the guest of honor. Now as an officer of the law I'm
warning you that if you don't come out with your hands up right this
minute I'll have to arrest you." Miranda looked up smiling at the person
who had interrupted her conversation with Lizzie. Max Jamieson was one of
her best friends on the force. They had gone on a few dates when she had
just entered the force but had realized that what they felt for each
other was endearment not passion and had decided to be friends. He was
what she called her 'cuddles' whenever she needed a sympathetic ear and a
hug he was always there.
"Okay Maxwell Caulfied Jamieson. What do you have in store for me
tonight?" He winced at the sound of his whole name as Miranda knew he
would. His mother was totally obsessed with the star of the movie 'Grease
2' and had named her only son after him.
What Max had in store was an evening of pigging out and dancing. She had
one glass of white wine only however as she had no intentions of
suffering through a hangover on her last day as a police officer for four
months. Trent, however, had no such inhibitions. By midnight he was what
she called 'pleasantly schnockered'. She rolled her eyes as he tried to
pour the water from the vase on the table into his glass. He should go
home. She should drop him. Almost all the others had left for home
anyway, including Lizzie.
"Come on Anderson, time to go home." She grabbed his arm and helped him
up. Somehow she got him in the car and put on his seatbelt. She turned on
the CD player and smooth voice of India. Arie wafted through. This was
obviously one of his favorite CDs. She leaned back and listened intently
to the lyrics and stole a glance at the man sleeping in the seat next to
her
I am ready for love, why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom to be held in your captivity
I am ready for love, all of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for cuz you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow I'll say the same thing
I am ready for love, would you please lend me your ear
I promise I won't complain, I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music, a man who loves art
Respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart
I am ready for love, if you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach and do the best that I can
I am ready for love, here with an offering of
My voice my eyes, my soul, my mind
Tell what is enough, to prove I am ready for love.
I am ready
Miranda programmed the CD player to play the song over and over. It
suited her mood at the moment. Truthful, simple and filled with longing.
She hoped she didn't make his CD skip. During the fifth repetition she
arrived at his house. It was weird that a single guy lived in such a huge
house alone. Most people she knew weren't even considering buying a house
at 24 but then again Trent wasn't most people. At that moment thought she
was glad that she didn't have to carry him up any stairs or in an
elevator. She fished in his pocket and took out his keys.
"Anderson, wake up. You're home" He obliged her but was still very drunk.
She helped him out the car and then over to the grass where he promptly
threw up. When he was finished he looked up at her with a glazed smile.
"Sanchez, you're goooorgeous you know that? I mean really reaalllyy
really reallyreally HOT!" He staggered as he slurred out his words and
Miranda reached to grab him before he fell.
"Sure. whatever Anderson, lets get you into bed."
"Promise?" She looked at him stunned and then realized that that was the
alcohol talking then too. She managed to get him to the couch where she
took off his shoes and his shirt and threw a blanket over him. He didn't
protest.
She then called a cab to come pick her up. When it had arrived she
looked back at him from the door, then on impulse walked back over to the
sleeping figure and kissed him on the forehead.
"Sweet Dreams Trent." She whispered as she stood up and then let herself
out leaving his keys on an end table by the door before she locked it.