Hi everybody. I'm being delinquent with my updates. I'm sorry but bear with
me I have some great ideas for this story. Thanks for the reviews. My
cousin is gone. WAAAAH!!!! I'm gonna miss the bugger even thought he did
throw ice down my bra. Life shall return to normalcy though (hopefully ( )
Anywho back 2 da story. Once again sorry for the lousy updating. I'll do
better I pwomise.
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"Ladies you are about to go through the most rigorous training that you could ever imagine in your life." Miranda snorted in disdain. Obviously Lisa Montgomery did not go through training for the police force. If she did she would not be saying such crap. All the other Barbie dolls [ which is what she affectionately called the other contestants ] were listening to her almost reverently. What a bunch of losers. Well a bunch of good-looking losers anyway. She could not deny that these were some of the most beautiful women she had ever seen in her life. Trent , who was sitting directly behind her, was in his element. He had already gotten the phone numbers of two of the contestants and was currently working on obtaining another. Just at that moment she saw him. She gave him a small wave and turned back to listen to Lisa's droning on the process of 'being truly beautiful'. As soon as she was over Miranda ran over to Gordo.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have some new and exciting job to do?"
"Yup, this is it."
"What is it?"
"This. The Miss California Pageant. Haven't you heard? The preparation for the pageant is going to be broadcasted weekly for the people of California to get to know their delegates better. You're gonna be a reality tv star. And guess who's the director. And I do mean director. No assitant in front of that title."
"Gordo, that's amazing!"
"Yeah, people just naturally jump to offer you jobs after you work with Stephen Speilberg."
"So why are you just telling me this now?" With this Gordo leaned in as if what he was about to say was of the utmost importance and secrecy. Their foreheads touched and anyone who didn't know better would think that they were kissing.
"You see I was trying to do something called surprise you. Did it work?" Miranda smiled. Gordo had always been like a brother to her but over recent years they were even closer. Now he was like her twin. She even called him brother on occasions. This was one of them.
"Yeah , you did. It's good to see a familiar face. Especially if it's your brother." With this Gordo gave her one last hug before he was ushered away to a meeting with the impossible Mrs. Montgomery. After he was gone Trent, who was looking intently at Miranda for the past few minutes walked up to her.
"Yo Sanchez. Who was that short dude you were talking to just now?" Miranda shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. Why was he so interested?
"Why are you so interested?" Well Miranda was never known to keep anything to herself. If she wanted to know, she asked. Plain and simple. Trent on the other hand wasn't that simple.
"I just wanted to know. Is that a crime officer? Besides, if I have to protect you I have to know who you associate with."
"Cut the crap Anderson. No need to get jealous." She joked. Little did she know that she hit the nail right on the head.
Just then a pageant assistant made an announcement for all the delegates to queue up for their weekly timetable. Miranda joined the back of the line, only to be pushed back even further by another woman squeezing in front of her.
"HEY WATCH IT!" She shouted to the petite blonde with humungous breasts. The woman turned around and looked Miranda over slowly before replying.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in the line. I thought you came here to support a friend or got lost or something." Miranda rolled her eyes. Perfect. Not only was she actually participating in the bimbo parade but she had to do so with someone who was obviously a cloned Kate Saunders.
"Well, I'm sorry to inform you that your assumptions were wrong. I'm Miranda Sanchez and you are?" Mother would have been proud. She was being civil.
"I'M Jessica Moore, California's next representative for the Miss USA pageant." Ok THAT was too much.
"You know what you-"
"SANCHEZ , problems?" Trent could see that this oh so sexy woman was driving Miranda up a wall and he decided to intervene.
"Now how could anyone have problems with such a fine specimen of manhood around?" Jessica questioned "You two aren't seeing each other are you?" Miranda quickly shook her head sideways. "No? In that case are you doing anything tonight Mr. I'm sorry I didn't get your name" So she's a bitch AND a slut Miranda thought while wondering what Trent's response would be. In the back of her consciousness she heard a voice screaming 'Please say you can't' but she quickly ignored it. After all, she had no claims on Trent. She watched him smile slowly and lick his lips. An action that turned her insides to jelly every time. This time however her heart sank. He was going to say yes.
" Sorry but I promised Miranda here that we'd hang out tonight. Just the two of us. We're partners you know. Cops. I will however take a rain check." He looked over at Miranda who quickly averted her gaze to the ground. "By the way, the name's Trent." By this time they were at the front of the line and Miranda quickly grabbed her schedule from the girl behind the desk. She examined it closely. The first thing on the agenda was choreography for the opening dance. She felt her skin tingle with anticipation. She loved to dance. She felt so alive and sensual, as if she was in control of everything. She couldn't wait.
Obviously some of the others could however. She heard assorted groans coming form the other contestants along with sporadic comments about hating dances. Jessica outdid them all, however by exclaiming loudly that she was there to look beautiful and that she did not get a manicure and pedicure the day before to ruin her nails with impossible dance steps. When the choreographer arrived two minutes later Miranda was the only one who offered him a genuine smile. The others smiled but it was the obviously fake ones that seemed tailor made for beauty pageants. Miranda was convinced there was a school that taught those things.
One hour later they were all still hard at work trying to perfect the first sets of dance steps. Gordo had just come out of his meeting and ahd decided to shoot some scenes of the girls practicing when he spotted Trent sitting in a corner also looking at the proceedings. After giving the cameraman instructions he walked over to him. So this was the guy that Miranda was secretly crushing on. His eyes narrowed. She could do better. Then again he knew that his view was biased and that he would always think she could do better. He was after all her brother. He smiled tenderly at the thought. He loved when she called him her brother. Because they were both only children they had to cling to each other for sibling privileges. With Lizzie it was different because she already had a brother. Lizzie. He still loved her so very much. He could see her beautiful face in front him now. He accidentally bumped into a chair, earning a dirty look, from the choreographer, a few sniggers form some of the other delegates, a knowing smile from Miranda and last but not least a raised eyebrow from Trent.
"Hey" Gordo offered as he sat next to him.
"Hey"
"I'm Gordo."
"Trent."
"Sooo. How do you like the new assignment?" Trent was slightly annoyed. Why was this guy talking to him? Obviously he had a thing going with Sanchez. They were after all practically all over each other that morning. Why didn't he just shut up and leave him alone? Wait... what did he say his name was? Ohhhhhhhhh. Reality finaly dawned on Trent that this was not the object of Miranda's affection but the best friend who was in love with the other best friend. Now he felt friendly.
"It's cool man. I mean who wouldn't like working around a room full of beautiful ladies?"
"Yeah, that's true. I haven't met any of the other delegates but Miranda though. Have you?" Gordo chose his words carefully. He finally decided what he wanted out of this conversation. He was going to figure out if Trent liked Miranda back.
"I've met a few. They seem nice."
"What do you think Miranda's chances are?" At that moment, the topic of conversation executed a graceful spin her hair going through he motion long after her body was finished and finally caressing her cheeks which shone with exhilaration. Trent was transfixed, not even hearing Gordo's question. She looked so absolutely beautiful, like the hunter goddess Diana, totally in command and loving it. Gordo looks over at him and then to the stage where Miranda was still glowing with both sweat and joy, and smiled. His question was answered and mission accomplished. He leaned back in his chair and they watched Miranda sparkle through the rest of the rehearsal in silence.
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"Ladies you are about to go through the most rigorous training that you could ever imagine in your life." Miranda snorted in disdain. Obviously Lisa Montgomery did not go through training for the police force. If she did she would not be saying such crap. All the other Barbie dolls [ which is what she affectionately called the other contestants ] were listening to her almost reverently. What a bunch of losers. Well a bunch of good-looking losers anyway. She could not deny that these were some of the most beautiful women she had ever seen in her life. Trent , who was sitting directly behind her, was in his element. He had already gotten the phone numbers of two of the contestants and was currently working on obtaining another. Just at that moment she saw him. She gave him a small wave and turned back to listen to Lisa's droning on the process of 'being truly beautiful'. As soon as she was over Miranda ran over to Gordo.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have some new and exciting job to do?"
"Yup, this is it."
"What is it?"
"This. The Miss California Pageant. Haven't you heard? The preparation for the pageant is going to be broadcasted weekly for the people of California to get to know their delegates better. You're gonna be a reality tv star. And guess who's the director. And I do mean director. No assitant in front of that title."
"Gordo, that's amazing!"
"Yeah, people just naturally jump to offer you jobs after you work with Stephen Speilberg."
"So why are you just telling me this now?" With this Gordo leaned in as if what he was about to say was of the utmost importance and secrecy. Their foreheads touched and anyone who didn't know better would think that they were kissing.
"You see I was trying to do something called surprise you. Did it work?" Miranda smiled. Gordo had always been like a brother to her but over recent years they were even closer. Now he was like her twin. She even called him brother on occasions. This was one of them.
"Yeah , you did. It's good to see a familiar face. Especially if it's your brother." With this Gordo gave her one last hug before he was ushered away to a meeting with the impossible Mrs. Montgomery. After he was gone Trent, who was looking intently at Miranda for the past few minutes walked up to her.
"Yo Sanchez. Who was that short dude you were talking to just now?" Miranda shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. Why was he so interested?
"Why are you so interested?" Well Miranda was never known to keep anything to herself. If she wanted to know, she asked. Plain and simple. Trent on the other hand wasn't that simple.
"I just wanted to know. Is that a crime officer? Besides, if I have to protect you I have to know who you associate with."
"Cut the crap Anderson. No need to get jealous." She joked. Little did she know that she hit the nail right on the head.
Just then a pageant assistant made an announcement for all the delegates to queue up for their weekly timetable. Miranda joined the back of the line, only to be pushed back even further by another woman squeezing in front of her.
"HEY WATCH IT!" She shouted to the petite blonde with humungous breasts. The woman turned around and looked Miranda over slowly before replying.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in the line. I thought you came here to support a friend or got lost or something." Miranda rolled her eyes. Perfect. Not only was she actually participating in the bimbo parade but she had to do so with someone who was obviously a cloned Kate Saunders.
"Well, I'm sorry to inform you that your assumptions were wrong. I'm Miranda Sanchez and you are?" Mother would have been proud. She was being civil.
"I'M Jessica Moore, California's next representative for the Miss USA pageant." Ok THAT was too much.
"You know what you-"
"SANCHEZ , problems?" Trent could see that this oh so sexy woman was driving Miranda up a wall and he decided to intervene.
"Now how could anyone have problems with such a fine specimen of manhood around?" Jessica questioned "You two aren't seeing each other are you?" Miranda quickly shook her head sideways. "No? In that case are you doing anything tonight Mr. I'm sorry I didn't get your name" So she's a bitch AND a slut Miranda thought while wondering what Trent's response would be. In the back of her consciousness she heard a voice screaming 'Please say you can't' but she quickly ignored it. After all, she had no claims on Trent. She watched him smile slowly and lick his lips. An action that turned her insides to jelly every time. This time however her heart sank. He was going to say yes.
" Sorry but I promised Miranda here that we'd hang out tonight. Just the two of us. We're partners you know. Cops. I will however take a rain check." He looked over at Miranda who quickly averted her gaze to the ground. "By the way, the name's Trent." By this time they were at the front of the line and Miranda quickly grabbed her schedule from the girl behind the desk. She examined it closely. The first thing on the agenda was choreography for the opening dance. She felt her skin tingle with anticipation. She loved to dance. She felt so alive and sensual, as if she was in control of everything. She couldn't wait.
Obviously some of the others could however. She heard assorted groans coming form the other contestants along with sporadic comments about hating dances. Jessica outdid them all, however by exclaiming loudly that she was there to look beautiful and that she did not get a manicure and pedicure the day before to ruin her nails with impossible dance steps. When the choreographer arrived two minutes later Miranda was the only one who offered him a genuine smile. The others smiled but it was the obviously fake ones that seemed tailor made for beauty pageants. Miranda was convinced there was a school that taught those things.
One hour later they were all still hard at work trying to perfect the first sets of dance steps. Gordo had just come out of his meeting and ahd decided to shoot some scenes of the girls practicing when he spotted Trent sitting in a corner also looking at the proceedings. After giving the cameraman instructions he walked over to him. So this was the guy that Miranda was secretly crushing on. His eyes narrowed. She could do better. Then again he knew that his view was biased and that he would always think she could do better. He was after all her brother. He smiled tenderly at the thought. He loved when she called him her brother. Because they were both only children they had to cling to each other for sibling privileges. With Lizzie it was different because she already had a brother. Lizzie. He still loved her so very much. He could see her beautiful face in front him now. He accidentally bumped into a chair, earning a dirty look, from the choreographer, a few sniggers form some of the other delegates, a knowing smile from Miranda and last but not least a raised eyebrow from Trent.
"Hey" Gordo offered as he sat next to him.
"Hey"
"I'm Gordo."
"Trent."
"Sooo. How do you like the new assignment?" Trent was slightly annoyed. Why was this guy talking to him? Obviously he had a thing going with Sanchez. They were after all practically all over each other that morning. Why didn't he just shut up and leave him alone? Wait... what did he say his name was? Ohhhhhhhhh. Reality finaly dawned on Trent that this was not the object of Miranda's affection but the best friend who was in love with the other best friend. Now he felt friendly.
"It's cool man. I mean who wouldn't like working around a room full of beautiful ladies?"
"Yeah, that's true. I haven't met any of the other delegates but Miranda though. Have you?" Gordo chose his words carefully. He finally decided what he wanted out of this conversation. He was going to figure out if Trent liked Miranda back.
"I've met a few. They seem nice."
"What do you think Miranda's chances are?" At that moment, the topic of conversation executed a graceful spin her hair going through he motion long after her body was finished and finally caressing her cheeks which shone with exhilaration. Trent was transfixed, not even hearing Gordo's question. She looked so absolutely beautiful, like the hunter goddess Diana, totally in command and loving it. Gordo looks over at him and then to the stage where Miranda was still glowing with both sweat and joy, and smiled. His question was answered and mission accomplished. He leaned back in his chair and they watched Miranda sparkle through the rest of the rehearsal in silence.