We both looked up, just as surprised to see Lizzie and Gordo (now a
couple), as they were to see us.
I rolled off of Greg and onto the floor. The four of us couldn't find anything to say for about 30 deafening seconds. Greg broke the silence.
"Miranda, who are they?" he asked, very concerned.
"They're my friends. Can I talk to you guys for a sec? In the other room?" I asked. The 'three amigos' walked out of the room.
"What are you guys doing here?" I muttered under my breath.
"What's he doing here?" Lizzie asked, gesturing into the other room.
"He's my boyfriend, so be nice," I said.
"OK, OK, but I'm a little concerned about him. He looks a little 'out there' to me," Gordo warned.
"I know what I'm doing, Gordo!" I whispered. "But-it's nice to know that you worry about me," I added, seeing his hurt look.
"Sorry, Miranda, but we just don't want you to get hurt." Lizzie whispered.
"Thanks guys, but I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing, ok? Don't worry about me. So - what about you guys? D'you want a beer or something?" I asked, trying to make up for my rudeness.
"No thanks," Lizzie said, which was strange. She loved to drink. "Just a water, please," she said. I got her one, but it still felt odd. Why didn't she want anything alcoholic? I thought for a minute, and then without thinking, I blurted out, "Are you pregnant, Liz?"
She smiled (she was horrible at lying), and said, "Yes, 10 weeks so far! My parents don't know yet, but Gordo and I are going to move into our own apartment and raise the baby there. We're engaged, too. We're going to get married after the baby's born. Isn't it wonderful?" she squealed. I nodded, though I was very concerned, but I was happy for Lizzie, and I've never seen her so happy after her brother, Matt, was hit by a car and died 5 years ago.
We walked into the room were Greg was still waiting. After Lizzie and Gordo left, Greg and I resumed our previous 'activity'.
*** *** ***
A week or so later, Greg and I were making out in his room. His little brother, Max, was in the front room playing with his video games. (Max is 17).
Once again, we didn't hear the door opening as we kissed, but a girl who looked about the same age as me rudely interrupted us. She had her hand over her mouth as if to prevent her from screaming.
As we stared at her, she slowly removed her hand from her mouth and started to say, "Pop, how could you? I thought you loved me..."
*** *** ***
OK, it's another short chapter, but I have another CLIFFHANGER!! Don't you just love 'em?
I rolled off of Greg and onto the floor. The four of us couldn't find anything to say for about 30 deafening seconds. Greg broke the silence.
"Miranda, who are they?" he asked, very concerned.
"They're my friends. Can I talk to you guys for a sec? In the other room?" I asked. The 'three amigos' walked out of the room.
"What are you guys doing here?" I muttered under my breath.
"What's he doing here?" Lizzie asked, gesturing into the other room.
"He's my boyfriend, so be nice," I said.
"OK, OK, but I'm a little concerned about him. He looks a little 'out there' to me," Gordo warned.
"I know what I'm doing, Gordo!" I whispered. "But-it's nice to know that you worry about me," I added, seeing his hurt look.
"Sorry, Miranda, but we just don't want you to get hurt." Lizzie whispered.
"Thanks guys, but I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing, ok? Don't worry about me. So - what about you guys? D'you want a beer or something?" I asked, trying to make up for my rudeness.
"No thanks," Lizzie said, which was strange. She loved to drink. "Just a water, please," she said. I got her one, but it still felt odd. Why didn't she want anything alcoholic? I thought for a minute, and then without thinking, I blurted out, "Are you pregnant, Liz?"
She smiled (she was horrible at lying), and said, "Yes, 10 weeks so far! My parents don't know yet, but Gordo and I are going to move into our own apartment and raise the baby there. We're engaged, too. We're going to get married after the baby's born. Isn't it wonderful?" she squealed. I nodded, though I was very concerned, but I was happy for Lizzie, and I've never seen her so happy after her brother, Matt, was hit by a car and died 5 years ago.
We walked into the room were Greg was still waiting. After Lizzie and Gordo left, Greg and I resumed our previous 'activity'.
*** *** ***
A week or so later, Greg and I were making out in his room. His little brother, Max, was in the front room playing with his video games. (Max is 17).
Once again, we didn't hear the door opening as we kissed, but a girl who looked about the same age as me rudely interrupted us. She had her hand over her mouth as if to prevent her from screaming.
As we stared at her, she slowly removed her hand from her mouth and started to say, "Pop, how could you? I thought you loved me..."
*** *** ***
OK, it's another short chapter, but I have another CLIFFHANGER!! Don't you just love 'em?