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After Lizzie left, I headed inside for dinner. I was quiet for the rest of the evening and completely bummed out for the night. What was I thinking when I agreed to call it quits with Ronnie? I groaned in agony. The whole thing was eating me up inside. Even listening to my Eminem CD didn't help.
I sighed as I remembered what I used to do whenever I was in a situation that was too complicated for me to handle. Yep; I used to climb out of my bed and walk across the hall to Isabella's room. Isabella was my nineteen- year-old sister. I could always talk to her about anything, no matter how big the problem was. But now with her all the way at N.Y.U, I couldn't do that anymore. But wait! I could always call her! My eyes brightened at the thought. Though I knew it wouldn't be the same, I gave it a shot anyway.
I glanced at my clock radio again. It read 10:35pm. Perfect time to call an aspiring college student. My brainy sister was probably up studying for some sort of exam. I sat up and reached for my cordless phone. I tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear and dialed her dorm telephone number. A voice I didn't recognize answered with a sugary sweet "Hello?"
"Hi," I said trying to sound polite, "Is Isabella there? This is her sister calling."
"Yeah, she's here," came the sugar sweet voice again, "Just one moment."
I felt as though I was listening to Legally Blonde all over again. I rolled my eyes as I waited for Isabella to pick up the phone.
"Hey Miranda," she said. I smiled for the first time in hours. It was nice to hear her voice again.
We exchanged greetings quickly. Then I dove right in, and told her about my situation. She was quiet for a while as she analyzed the problem over again in her mind.
"Wow, you've got a tough problem there, Randa." She sympathized.
"Yeah, I know. So tell me, what would [I] you [/I] do if you were me?" I prayed that she had a solution.
"Well, personally I would follow my heart. If Lizzie values your friendship like she should, she shouldn't let a guy come between you two."
"Yeah, I guess." I thought for a moment. "But she's completely convinced that he's gonna dump me; just like he dumped her. She just doesn't want me to get hurt."
"That's what she [I] says [/I]. But from what you told me, I'm sensing a bit of jealousy coming from her. Maybe she's not completely satisfied with Gordo?"
I thought about what Isabella said. I had been thinking the same thing.
I thanked her for her advice, and said that I might consider it. I then quickly hung up and climbed into bed. I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Could my best friend really be that selfish? The thought haunted me in my sleep.
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Lizzie and Gordo were both mysteriously absent the next day. I can't say that I wasn't relived. I was already stressed out with the mountain-load of schoolwork that they had suddenly dumped on us; I didn't need the two of them to add to it.
I planned to meet up with Ronnie at lunch to apologize for the night before. But when I entered the lunchroom, I saw Kate cozying up to him at a back table. At first I was hurt, but then I laughed at how obviously uncomfortable Ronnie was in Kate's presence. She was trying hard to win him over, and he was trying hard to let her down gently.
I laughed again as I continued to watched them. Kate was looking pretty frustrated, and downright pathetic now. Ronnie, desperate to find a reason to leave the table, spotted me, and waved. I waved back and motioned for him to come sit with me. He smiled, and walked over to me. Kate's expression was priceless. Now she was pathetic [I] and [/I] embarrassed.
"Looked like Kate was coming on to you pretty strong," I joked.
He chuckled. "She sure is aggressive."
We laughed.
"Anyway, I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. I shouldn't have run out of there. How cowardly, eh?"
"Don't worry about it. Lizzie overreacted. I didn't know she could hold a grudge for that long, did you?"
"Yeah; she's not the type that forgives easily." I took a sip of my drink. "Anyway, I was thinking that we could go out again. You know, give it another shot?"
I nervously waited for an answer. I had never been so forward before.
Luckily, his answer was: "Sure, how does tonight sound?"
"Perfect," I said. "Absolutely perfect."
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How'd you all like it? The next chapter will be posted soon.
Toodles
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the shirt on my back.
Enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*
After Lizzie left, I headed inside for dinner. I was quiet for the rest of the evening and completely bummed out for the night. What was I thinking when I agreed to call it quits with Ronnie? I groaned in agony. The whole thing was eating me up inside. Even listening to my Eminem CD didn't help.
I sighed as I remembered what I used to do whenever I was in a situation that was too complicated for me to handle. Yep; I used to climb out of my bed and walk across the hall to Isabella's room. Isabella was my nineteen- year-old sister. I could always talk to her about anything, no matter how big the problem was. But now with her all the way at N.Y.U, I couldn't do that anymore. But wait! I could always call her! My eyes brightened at the thought. Though I knew it wouldn't be the same, I gave it a shot anyway.
I glanced at my clock radio again. It read 10:35pm. Perfect time to call an aspiring college student. My brainy sister was probably up studying for some sort of exam. I sat up and reached for my cordless phone. I tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear and dialed her dorm telephone number. A voice I didn't recognize answered with a sugary sweet "Hello?"
"Hi," I said trying to sound polite, "Is Isabella there? This is her sister calling."
"Yeah, she's here," came the sugar sweet voice again, "Just one moment."
I felt as though I was listening to Legally Blonde all over again. I rolled my eyes as I waited for Isabella to pick up the phone.
"Hey Miranda," she said. I smiled for the first time in hours. It was nice to hear her voice again.
We exchanged greetings quickly. Then I dove right in, and told her about my situation. She was quiet for a while as she analyzed the problem over again in her mind.
"Wow, you've got a tough problem there, Randa." She sympathized.
"Yeah, I know. So tell me, what would [I] you [/I] do if you were me?" I prayed that she had a solution.
"Well, personally I would follow my heart. If Lizzie values your friendship like she should, she shouldn't let a guy come between you two."
"Yeah, I guess." I thought for a moment. "But she's completely convinced that he's gonna dump me; just like he dumped her. She just doesn't want me to get hurt."
"That's what she [I] says [/I]. But from what you told me, I'm sensing a bit of jealousy coming from her. Maybe she's not completely satisfied with Gordo?"
I thought about what Isabella said. I had been thinking the same thing.
I thanked her for her advice, and said that I might consider it. I then quickly hung up and climbed into bed. I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Could my best friend really be that selfish? The thought haunted me in my sleep.
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Lizzie and Gordo were both mysteriously absent the next day. I can't say that I wasn't relived. I was already stressed out with the mountain-load of schoolwork that they had suddenly dumped on us; I didn't need the two of them to add to it.
I planned to meet up with Ronnie at lunch to apologize for the night before. But when I entered the lunchroom, I saw Kate cozying up to him at a back table. At first I was hurt, but then I laughed at how obviously uncomfortable Ronnie was in Kate's presence. She was trying hard to win him over, and he was trying hard to let her down gently.
I laughed again as I continued to watched them. Kate was looking pretty frustrated, and downright pathetic now. Ronnie, desperate to find a reason to leave the table, spotted me, and waved. I waved back and motioned for him to come sit with me. He smiled, and walked over to me. Kate's expression was priceless. Now she was pathetic [I] and [/I] embarrassed.
"Looked like Kate was coming on to you pretty strong," I joked.
He chuckled. "She sure is aggressive."
We laughed.
"Anyway, I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. I shouldn't have run out of there. How cowardly, eh?"
"Don't worry about it. Lizzie overreacted. I didn't know she could hold a grudge for that long, did you?"
"Yeah; she's not the type that forgives easily." I took a sip of my drink. "Anyway, I was thinking that we could go out again. You know, give it another shot?"
I nervously waited for an answer. I had never been so forward before.
Luckily, his answer was: "Sure, how does tonight sound?"
"Perfect," I said. "Absolutely perfect."
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How'd you all like it? The next chapter will be posted soon.
Toodles