Disclaimer: Don't want to.
A/N: Well, I got home from a Battle of the Bands and now I have amazing energy, so I thought I might as well start this chapter up. I realized that not everyone probably knows what Stream of Consciousness is, so I'll explain. It's basically what you think it means. You just write without thinking about it. It works really great. I suggest it.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: I was going to say fine curly headed friend, but I realized I always mention his hair.
Melly: Well, thank you for reading it all minus two. I hate when that happens. \
Chapter 17: Finally Hearing Your Voice
Miranda and Lizzie are talking on the phone.
"A letter?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah. A letter." Lizzie responded still beaming.
"Did he respond?"
"I got it today."
"Aw. Are we finally going to have a love connection?"
"Miranda it was just a letter," Lizzie call waiting beeped. "Hold on, call waiting."
"Hello?" Lizzie clicking over to the other side.
"Hi. I was wondering if Lizzie was home?" The mysterious voice asked.
"Uh, this is Lizzie."
"Oh! Hi. This is Gordo."
"C-can you hold for a second?"
"Yeah, sure."
Lizzie clicked back to Miranda, "Miranda, I'm sorry I gotta call you back."
"Who was it?"
"Gordo."
"I'm gone." Miranda hung up right away.
Lizzie clicked back over once again. "Sorry I had to take care of something."
"It's cool."
"You sound really good. I mean, healthy. Never mind."
Gordo laughed, "Thanks. I think."
"So, you finally got a phone."
"Yeah. A few hours ago."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
The phone went silent for a minute or so.
"Well, Stream of Consciousness helps us more than we thought." Lizzie finally interjected.
"Yeah. So, Liz, how have you been?"
"I've been doing okay. Life's been pretty crazy this year, but I'm having a lot of fun."
"That's good."
"How are you?"
"Recovering."
"Well, duh. I mean, prior to that."
"Life was fun. A lot of music. A lot of schoolwork. And working."
"Music? Are you in a band?"
"Yeah."
"That's awesome. High school bands are fun."
"Yeah, it's a lot of fun. The guys in my band are really awesome."
"What's your name?"
"Fruit Cup Savior."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I know everyone thinks it's stupid, but it actually means something."
"No! I was supposed to go to one of your shows!"
"Really? You heard about one of our shows? Gordo asked incredulously.
"Yeah, it was all around Hillridge High."
"Nice. Publicity."
"What do you play?"
"Bass. And lead singer."
'A singer. Yum.' Lizzie thought. "That's awesome."
"What are your hobbies?"
"Going to local shows. Being on the swim team. That's about it."
"You were always a pretty good swimmer."
"Yeah. Now I do long distance."
"How long are we talking?"
"500 yards."
"At once?"
"Yeah. It's not that bad. Anyone can do it."
"No way. Are you kidding me? 500 yards? That's insanity, McGuire."
"Well, then, put me in the insane asylum. It's fun. I use the time to think and sing songs and just be with myself. I don't get much time for that otherwise."
"I guess that makes sense."
The two continued to catch up for a while until Gordo had to get off to talk with his doctor.
"Listen, Liz, I gotta go, but I called for another reason.
"And that reason would be?
"Want to come visit me?"
"Yes! I mean, that'd be cool."
"How's Friday, say 5?"
"Friday at 5. I'm there."
"Awesome. Bye."
"Bye."
A/N: They meet again next. MUHAHAH! The band name, I thought about using a direct name from a band I know, but I decided to switch one of them up a little, making it completely my own.
A/N: Well, I got home from a Battle of the Bands and now I have amazing energy, so I thought I might as well start this chapter up. I realized that not everyone probably knows what Stream of Consciousness is, so I'll explain. It's basically what you think it means. You just write without thinking about it. It works really great. I suggest it.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: I was going to say fine curly headed friend, but I realized I always mention his hair.
Melly: Well, thank you for reading it all minus two. I hate when that happens. \
Chapter 17: Finally Hearing Your Voice
Miranda and Lizzie are talking on the phone.
"A letter?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah. A letter." Lizzie responded still beaming.
"Did he respond?"
"I got it today."
"Aw. Are we finally going to have a love connection?"
"Miranda it was just a letter," Lizzie call waiting beeped. "Hold on, call waiting."
"Hello?" Lizzie clicking over to the other side.
"Hi. I was wondering if Lizzie was home?" The mysterious voice asked.
"Uh, this is Lizzie."
"Oh! Hi. This is Gordo."
"C-can you hold for a second?"
"Yeah, sure."
Lizzie clicked back to Miranda, "Miranda, I'm sorry I gotta call you back."
"Who was it?"
"Gordo."
"I'm gone." Miranda hung up right away.
Lizzie clicked back over once again. "Sorry I had to take care of something."
"It's cool."
"You sound really good. I mean, healthy. Never mind."
Gordo laughed, "Thanks. I think."
"So, you finally got a phone."
"Yeah. A few hours ago."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
The phone went silent for a minute or so.
"Well, Stream of Consciousness helps us more than we thought." Lizzie finally interjected.
"Yeah. So, Liz, how have you been?"
"I've been doing okay. Life's been pretty crazy this year, but I'm having a lot of fun."
"That's good."
"How are you?"
"Recovering."
"Well, duh. I mean, prior to that."
"Life was fun. A lot of music. A lot of schoolwork. And working."
"Music? Are you in a band?"
"Yeah."
"That's awesome. High school bands are fun."
"Yeah, it's a lot of fun. The guys in my band are really awesome."
"What's your name?"
"Fruit Cup Savior."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I know everyone thinks it's stupid, but it actually means something."
"No! I was supposed to go to one of your shows!"
"Really? You heard about one of our shows? Gordo asked incredulously.
"Yeah, it was all around Hillridge High."
"Nice. Publicity."
"What do you play?"
"Bass. And lead singer."
'A singer. Yum.' Lizzie thought. "That's awesome."
"What are your hobbies?"
"Going to local shows. Being on the swim team. That's about it."
"You were always a pretty good swimmer."
"Yeah. Now I do long distance."
"How long are we talking?"
"500 yards."
"At once?"
"Yeah. It's not that bad. Anyone can do it."
"No way. Are you kidding me? 500 yards? That's insanity, McGuire."
"Well, then, put me in the insane asylum. It's fun. I use the time to think and sing songs and just be with myself. I don't get much time for that otherwise."
"I guess that makes sense."
The two continued to catch up for a while until Gordo had to get off to talk with his doctor.
"Listen, Liz, I gotta go, but I called for another reason.
"And that reason would be?
"Want to come visit me?"
"Yes! I mean, that'd be cool."
"How's Friday, say 5?"
"Friday at 5. I'm there."
"Awesome. Bye."
"Bye."
A/N: They meet again next. MUHAHAH! The band name, I thought about using a direct name from a band I know, but I decided to switch one of them up a little, making it completely my own.