Dancing on the Moon with You
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I own everyone who you don't see on Lizzie McGuire, which means Isabelle, Jose, Nikki, and Coach Becker.
"Hey, Belle." I said, probably sounding nervous. I mean, I'd never talked to a pregnant woman before. Well, yeah, I had, but the pregnant woman was never my sister.
"Hi Ri-ri." She said, obviously not noticing my voice sounding slightly weird. "Is Mom home?"
"Yeah." I said, wincing as she called me Ri-ri. I mean, I like the nickname, but seriously. How do you get Ri-ri out of Miranda? Wouldn't it be Ra-ra? "Do you want me to get her?"
"Yeah, why else would I ask?" Isabelle said. While Isabelle is perfect, we are still normal siblings. She argues with me the same as I argue with her. It's not fair. Seriously. She's perfect and yet she can sill argue with people. It must be a gift.
"Shut up." I said. "MO-OM!! ISABELLE IS ON THE PHONE! PICK IT UP!!"
"Miranda," she said as she walked out of her bedroom, which she hadn't came out of since I'd been home. "I'm not an animal, so don't call me like I'm one."
"If you were an animal, I'd be saying 'good girl' instead of handing you the phone." I said sarcastically.
Luckily, my mom didn't hear. The mood she was currently in would probably make her apt to ground me. I walked to my room and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels until I found something about babies on the Discovery Health channel. I mean, pretty soon I'm gonna be Aunt Ri-ri, right? So why not do a little research? I picked up the phone and dialed the number that I always automatically call almost everyday.
"Hello?" Lizzie said, sounding sleepy.
"Can I place an order for a large pepperoni pizza, hold the-" I did my best to disguise my voice, and it worked.
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." Lizzie said, still sounding drowsy.
"This is Dominoes pizza, right?" I said, and then burst into laughter. "It's me, Lizzie!"
"Miranda!" Lizzie said, suddenly awake. "Don't you know it's illegal to trick someone when they're half asleep?!"
"Nope, sorry." I said. "No one told me that one."
"Any news on Belle?" Lizzie asked.
"No, but I did just talk to her. She's coming home tomorrow, so maybe I'll find out more tomorrow."
"Well, I have to go, okay? My mom needs to use the phone, and plus. It's eleven o'clock at night, and I'm sleepy."
"Did I wake you up, Liz?"
"Yeah, unfortunately. I was having great dream."
"About a guy?" I said cutely.
"Yessss."
"About the love of you life, Ethan?"
"No, Miranda! I'm so over him! Anyways. . . I have to go! Bye!"
"Bye, Liz!"
I hung up the phone, and just stared at it for a while. I knew Mom wasn't going to be in tonight to tell me it's past my bedtime and I should be asleep by now. So I turned to channel six, and engaged in a ritual I participate in every time I can when I'm up past eleven.
I watch infomercials. I didn't start watching infomercials because I wanted to. They're just. . . interesting, I guess. When I flip through the channels late at night, I land on infomercials, and I just can't stop watching them. They sort of mesmerize me, you could say. I never buy anything off of the infomercials, I just watch them, even if they are two hours long. I guess it's weird, but hey.
I put the remote under my pillow, turned off my lamp, laid down and shut my eyes. I listened to the sound of the lady's voice as she tries to sell me miracle face cream for on three easy payments of $19.95, not including tax. The sound of the cars rushing by my window soon blended with the lady's voice, and I drifted off into dreamland.
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"Hey Belle!" I say, my eyes on her stomach the whole time as she walked into my room.
"Ah! They gave me spring break the same week they gave you spring break!" she said jokingly. "Someone messed up!"
"Uh, Belle?" I said, gathering up all my confidence.
"Yeah?"
"Are you, uh. I mean. Well I heard that. . ." I stammered.
"What?" she said, still smiling.
"You're pregnant!" Wow. I didn't mean to say it so quickly.
"Yeah." She said, as if she as always pregnant.
"Wow. I mean, I'm gonna be an Aunt. Aunty Ri-ri." I was amazed. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know yet. I'm only about two months along." She said breezily. "But as soon as I can find out, I will."
"What do you want it to be?"
"I don't know. If it's a girl, I'll name it Josie; if it's a boy, I'll name it Jose Jr." She said. "But I have to go meet the real Jose now."
"Bye." I said as she kissed me on the cheek and then walked out of the door. I was mad. Why would she name her kid after Jose? I know he must be the father, but still.There was something I didn't really like about him.
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Sorry another short chapter! I just can't think of too much right now. Oh well. I'll try to make the next chappie longer!
REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer: -nothing-
I own everyone who you don't see on Lizzie McGuire, which means Isabelle, Jose, Nikki, and Coach Becker.
"Hey, Belle." I said, probably sounding nervous. I mean, I'd never talked to a pregnant woman before. Well, yeah, I had, but the pregnant woman was never my sister.
"Hi Ri-ri." She said, obviously not noticing my voice sounding slightly weird. "Is Mom home?"
"Yeah." I said, wincing as she called me Ri-ri. I mean, I like the nickname, but seriously. How do you get Ri-ri out of Miranda? Wouldn't it be Ra-ra? "Do you want me to get her?"
"Yeah, why else would I ask?" Isabelle said. While Isabelle is perfect, we are still normal siblings. She argues with me the same as I argue with her. It's not fair. Seriously. She's perfect and yet she can sill argue with people. It must be a gift.
"Shut up." I said. "MO-OM!! ISABELLE IS ON THE PHONE! PICK IT UP!!"
"Miranda," she said as she walked out of her bedroom, which she hadn't came out of since I'd been home. "I'm not an animal, so don't call me like I'm one."
"If you were an animal, I'd be saying 'good girl' instead of handing you the phone." I said sarcastically.
Luckily, my mom didn't hear. The mood she was currently in would probably make her apt to ground me. I walked to my room and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels until I found something about babies on the Discovery Health channel. I mean, pretty soon I'm gonna be Aunt Ri-ri, right? So why not do a little research? I picked up the phone and dialed the number that I always automatically call almost everyday.
"Hello?" Lizzie said, sounding sleepy.
"Can I place an order for a large pepperoni pizza, hold the-" I did my best to disguise my voice, and it worked.
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." Lizzie said, still sounding drowsy.
"This is Dominoes pizza, right?" I said, and then burst into laughter. "It's me, Lizzie!"
"Miranda!" Lizzie said, suddenly awake. "Don't you know it's illegal to trick someone when they're half asleep?!"
"Nope, sorry." I said. "No one told me that one."
"Any news on Belle?" Lizzie asked.
"No, but I did just talk to her. She's coming home tomorrow, so maybe I'll find out more tomorrow."
"Well, I have to go, okay? My mom needs to use the phone, and plus. It's eleven o'clock at night, and I'm sleepy."
"Did I wake you up, Liz?"
"Yeah, unfortunately. I was having great dream."
"About a guy?" I said cutely.
"Yessss."
"About the love of you life, Ethan?"
"No, Miranda! I'm so over him! Anyways. . . I have to go! Bye!"
"Bye, Liz!"
I hung up the phone, and just stared at it for a while. I knew Mom wasn't going to be in tonight to tell me it's past my bedtime and I should be asleep by now. So I turned to channel six, and engaged in a ritual I participate in every time I can when I'm up past eleven.
I watch infomercials. I didn't start watching infomercials because I wanted to. They're just. . . interesting, I guess. When I flip through the channels late at night, I land on infomercials, and I just can't stop watching them. They sort of mesmerize me, you could say. I never buy anything off of the infomercials, I just watch them, even if they are two hours long. I guess it's weird, but hey.
I put the remote under my pillow, turned off my lamp, laid down and shut my eyes. I listened to the sound of the lady's voice as she tries to sell me miracle face cream for on three easy payments of $19.95, not including tax. The sound of the cars rushing by my window soon blended with the lady's voice, and I drifted off into dreamland.
***
"Hey Belle!" I say, my eyes on her stomach the whole time as she walked into my room.
"Ah! They gave me spring break the same week they gave you spring break!" she said jokingly. "Someone messed up!"
"Uh, Belle?" I said, gathering up all my confidence.
"Yeah?"
"Are you, uh. I mean. Well I heard that. . ." I stammered.
"What?" she said, still smiling.
"You're pregnant!" Wow. I didn't mean to say it so quickly.
"Yeah." She said, as if she as always pregnant.
"Wow. I mean, I'm gonna be an Aunt. Aunty Ri-ri." I was amazed. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know yet. I'm only about two months along." She said breezily. "But as soon as I can find out, I will."
"What do you want it to be?"
"I don't know. If it's a girl, I'll name it Josie; if it's a boy, I'll name it Jose Jr." She said. "But I have to go meet the real Jose now."
"Bye." I said as she kissed me on the cheek and then walked out of the door. I was mad. Why would she name her kid after Jose? I know he must be the father, but still.There was something I didn't really like about him.
***
Sorry another short chapter! I just can't think of too much right now. Oh well. I'll try to make the next chappie longer!
REVIEW!!!!