A/N: The story takes place when the gang is in high school. Lizzie and
Gordo are now a couple, and Miranda begins to feel like a third wheel. But
all that changes when she meets Ronnie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the shirt on by back.
Enjoy.
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Miranda Sanchez strolled down the halls of Hildridge High, heading to her locker. She held her textbooks tightly across her chest, and let out a huge sigh. As usual, she would meet Gordo and Lizzie at their lockers. As she dumped her books in hers, she would casually make an attempt at a conversation with her supposable 'best friends'. But due to certain circumstances, she would soon become invisible to the sounds of their making out. She would eventually give up on ever having a civilized conversation with the two of them and head to her next class, alone, and quite depressed.
As Miranda turned a corner, she could already see Lizzie and Gordo 'sucking face' at the other end of the hall, just as she had expected.
"I don't know if I can take this any more," she said to herself.
She shook her head in disbelief.
Just as she was about to head down the hall to meet her fate, she felt a huge shove, so violent that it knocked her books out of her hands.
"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!?" she yelled out as she bent down to pick up her books.
"I'm sorry," the guy who knocked her down, replied. He quickly bent down to help her collect her stuff. "I was in a hurry and wasn't paying attention." he trailed off as her handed her the last book and caught a glimpse of her face.
She caught a glimpse of his face too, and was completely dumb-founded at the gorgeous human specimen standing in front of her. And, by the way he was staring at her, it seemed as if the feeling was mutual.
"That's okay," she replied, rather embarrassed, "Accidents happen."
She laughed nervously.
"Um, I'm Ronnie by the way," he said extending his arm to shake her hand.
" I'm Miranda," she smiled, taking the offer.
They stood right there, in the middle of the hall, lost in each other's eyes for at least three minutes. Unfortunately, their stares were interrupted by the sound of the bell.
"Ronnie!" yelled the voice of some jock at the end of the hall, "Come on dude, you're gonna get you're ass in detention if you don't hurry it up!"
Ronnie rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Miranda," came Lizzie's voice from the opposite end (her fingers were intertwined with Gordo's), "Let's go!"
Miranda let out a sigh of pure annoyance.
"Well, I've gotta go," Ronnie said with a disappointed tone, "But I'd love if you could meet me and some of my friends at the Digital Bean today after school. You know, so we could talk?"
Miranda could sense his nervousness.
"Sure," she said, still lost in the depth of his amazing green eyes. She wanted to kiss him right then ad there. But instead, they parted; both heading to another torturous endearment of learning.
Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. Miranda said his name over and over again in her mind; memorizing each letter, syllable. She loved the way it rolled off her tongue.
Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. She thought again.
"Wait a minute," she said aloud, "Did he say his name was Ronnie!?"
A/N: Why is Miranda so out of whack just because the guy's name happens to be Ronnie? The answers will be in the next chapter.
Toodles
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the shirt on by back.
Enjoy.
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Miranda Sanchez strolled down the halls of Hildridge High, heading to her locker. She held her textbooks tightly across her chest, and let out a huge sigh. As usual, she would meet Gordo and Lizzie at their lockers. As she dumped her books in hers, she would casually make an attempt at a conversation with her supposable 'best friends'. But due to certain circumstances, she would soon become invisible to the sounds of their making out. She would eventually give up on ever having a civilized conversation with the two of them and head to her next class, alone, and quite depressed.
As Miranda turned a corner, she could already see Lizzie and Gordo 'sucking face' at the other end of the hall, just as she had expected.
"I don't know if I can take this any more," she said to herself.
She shook her head in disbelief.
Just as she was about to head down the hall to meet her fate, she felt a huge shove, so violent that it knocked her books out of her hands.
"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!?" she yelled out as she bent down to pick up her books.
"I'm sorry," the guy who knocked her down, replied. He quickly bent down to help her collect her stuff. "I was in a hurry and wasn't paying attention." he trailed off as her handed her the last book and caught a glimpse of her face.
She caught a glimpse of his face too, and was completely dumb-founded at the gorgeous human specimen standing in front of her. And, by the way he was staring at her, it seemed as if the feeling was mutual.
"That's okay," she replied, rather embarrassed, "Accidents happen."
She laughed nervously.
"Um, I'm Ronnie by the way," he said extending his arm to shake her hand.
" I'm Miranda," she smiled, taking the offer.
They stood right there, in the middle of the hall, lost in each other's eyes for at least three minutes. Unfortunately, their stares were interrupted by the sound of the bell.
"Ronnie!" yelled the voice of some jock at the end of the hall, "Come on dude, you're gonna get you're ass in detention if you don't hurry it up!"
Ronnie rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Miranda," came Lizzie's voice from the opposite end (her fingers were intertwined with Gordo's), "Let's go!"
Miranda let out a sigh of pure annoyance.
"Well, I've gotta go," Ronnie said with a disappointed tone, "But I'd love if you could meet me and some of my friends at the Digital Bean today after school. You know, so we could talk?"
Miranda could sense his nervousness.
"Sure," she said, still lost in the depth of his amazing green eyes. She wanted to kiss him right then ad there. But instead, they parted; both heading to another torturous endearment of learning.
Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. Miranda said his name over and over again in her mind; memorizing each letter, syllable. She loved the way it rolled off her tongue.
Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. She thought again.
"Wait a minute," she said aloud, "Did he say his name was Ronnie!?"
A/N: Why is Miranda so out of whack just because the guy's name happens to be Ronnie? The answers will be in the next chapter.
Toodles