Dancing on the Moon with You
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I hate all those Miranda fics where she is seriously messed up. I mean, she's always jealous of Lizzie and stuff. I don't intend for my fic to be like that. Miranda's going to have some problems, but none that are all suicidal.
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"The dance is in two weeks!" I said to Lizzie as we were shopping in Chosen Image, the best store at the mall. "Why didn't they tell us earlier?"
"I'm not exactly sure. . ." Lizzie said as she studied an orange tank top. "Are you going to wear a skirt or jeans?"
"Uh, a skirt and some flip-flops, maybe." I said as I eyed a short, faded denim skirt. "What do you think of this Lizzie? Isn't it cute?"
"Oh gosh! Yes!" she squealed. "But if you brought it, we'd probably have to buy you those shoes, the ones that Eve wears."
"Oh, you mean those cute high heeled sneaker sandal she wore in People magazine?" I asked as I picked up the skirt. "I think they have some over in the shoe section!"
"You wear a size seven, right?" Lizzie asked. "I'll go get you a pair."
"Lizzie, ever since I've known you, we've had the same size shoe! Except in 6th grade when your foot went from a five to a six, and I was still a five. But now, yes, I wear a size seven, just like you!"
"Okay!" and she headed over to the shoe display in the back of the store.
She came over with two boxes with size seven shoes in them.
"Lizzie!" I shrieked. "Look at these jeans! They'd go perfect with that blue shirt you picked out!"
"You're right!" She said. "Okay, this is going to be like, $127 for both of us combined."
"So THIS is why my mom told me not to shop at Chosen Image!" I said, remembering. "She said if she ever found another receipt from Chosen Image laying around the house she'd personally be taking me to Quik-Zip Shop every two weeks to buy my clothes!"
"Oh no! Not the Quik-Zip Shop! It's half clothes store, half gas station!"
"I know!" I said as the cashier rang up our clothes. I had ended up with the skirt, those shoes, gold Baby Phat cat earrings, and a beautiful dark red tank top with a scoop neck. Lizzie had that pair of low-rise hip- huggers, silver dolphin earrings, a pair of shoes identical to mine, and a baby blue scoop neck tank top that laced up at the sides.
"Your total is $140.50." the lady behind the counter said. She had on purple lipstick, purple eye makeup, and too much pink blush.
Whenever Lizzie and I go shopping, we split the bill evenly. Even if one person has more stuff than the other, it's sort of a tradition.
"Hey Miranda," Lizzie said as she pulled some money out of her purse. "I have the $70, but I don't have any change. Do you have 50 cents?"
"Uh.. Lemme see." I fished around the bottom of my purse, and pulled out two quarters. "Yep."
We picked up our bags and walked out to the front of the mall. Lizzie called her mom on her cell phone, and I called Gordo on mine.
"Hello?" Gordo answered the phone after five rings. He sounded out of breath.
"You been running?" I asked.
"Hey Miranda!" he recognized my voice. "Yeah, I was outside and I had left my cell phone inside, and I couldn't find it."
"Okay, cut the sob story." I said. "Be at your girlfriend's house in twenty- five minutes, okay?"
"Huh?" he said confused, and then realized what I meant. "I don't go out with Lizzie!"
"Either way, be at her house in twenty-five, okay?"
"Okay, whatever. See ya." And he hung up. I put my cell back into my bag and walked over to Lizzie who was already off the phone.
"Mom said she'll be here in one minute." Lizzie said, just as Mrs. McGuire's van pulled into the mall parking lot.
***
"Truth or dare, Gordo?" I asked slyly as we all sat on Lizzie's bed.
"Nope. I refuse to play this game again." He said, as if remembering a past experience.
"I'll be good! Trust me!" I said pleadingly.
"Those two little words," he said as he gave me a Look. "have gotten me in more trouble than I wish to remember."
"Just one question!" I begged.
"Okay! Fine." He gave in.
"Do you," I asked, smiling slyly. "like anyone from school?"
"Yea." He said, not looking up from Lizzie's laptop.
"WHO?" Lizzie and I squealed at the same time.
"Only one question, remember ladies?"
"Gordo!" Lizzie and I said in unison.
Lizzie picked up one of her blue pillows, and I chose a pink and blue striped pillow. As silently mouthed 1-2-3, we stood behind Gordo, who still hadn't looked up from Lizzie's laptop. Then we ambushed him, and we all ended up on Lizzie's floor, lying side-by-side, laughing uncontrollably.
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Another short chapter.. This story is just gonna have to make do with short chapters until I find some inspiration!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: no/nada/nothing/get a life
I hate all those Miranda fics where she is seriously messed up. I mean, she's always jealous of Lizzie and stuff. I don't intend for my fic to be like that. Miranda's going to have some problems, but none that are all suicidal.
***
"The dance is in two weeks!" I said to Lizzie as we were shopping in Chosen Image, the best store at the mall. "Why didn't they tell us earlier?"
"I'm not exactly sure. . ." Lizzie said as she studied an orange tank top. "Are you going to wear a skirt or jeans?"
"Uh, a skirt and some flip-flops, maybe." I said as I eyed a short, faded denim skirt. "What do you think of this Lizzie? Isn't it cute?"
"Oh gosh! Yes!" she squealed. "But if you brought it, we'd probably have to buy you those shoes, the ones that Eve wears."
"Oh, you mean those cute high heeled sneaker sandal she wore in People magazine?" I asked as I picked up the skirt. "I think they have some over in the shoe section!"
"You wear a size seven, right?" Lizzie asked. "I'll go get you a pair."
"Lizzie, ever since I've known you, we've had the same size shoe! Except in 6th grade when your foot went from a five to a six, and I was still a five. But now, yes, I wear a size seven, just like you!"
"Okay!" and she headed over to the shoe display in the back of the store.
She came over with two boxes with size seven shoes in them.
"Lizzie!" I shrieked. "Look at these jeans! They'd go perfect with that blue shirt you picked out!"
"You're right!" She said. "Okay, this is going to be like, $127 for both of us combined."
"So THIS is why my mom told me not to shop at Chosen Image!" I said, remembering. "She said if she ever found another receipt from Chosen Image laying around the house she'd personally be taking me to Quik-Zip Shop every two weeks to buy my clothes!"
"Oh no! Not the Quik-Zip Shop! It's half clothes store, half gas station!"
"I know!" I said as the cashier rang up our clothes. I had ended up with the skirt, those shoes, gold Baby Phat cat earrings, and a beautiful dark red tank top with a scoop neck. Lizzie had that pair of low-rise hip- huggers, silver dolphin earrings, a pair of shoes identical to mine, and a baby blue scoop neck tank top that laced up at the sides.
"Your total is $140.50." the lady behind the counter said. She had on purple lipstick, purple eye makeup, and too much pink blush.
Whenever Lizzie and I go shopping, we split the bill evenly. Even if one person has more stuff than the other, it's sort of a tradition.
"Hey Miranda," Lizzie said as she pulled some money out of her purse. "I have the $70, but I don't have any change. Do you have 50 cents?"
"Uh.. Lemme see." I fished around the bottom of my purse, and pulled out two quarters. "Yep."
We picked up our bags and walked out to the front of the mall. Lizzie called her mom on her cell phone, and I called Gordo on mine.
"Hello?" Gordo answered the phone after five rings. He sounded out of breath.
"You been running?" I asked.
"Hey Miranda!" he recognized my voice. "Yeah, I was outside and I had left my cell phone inside, and I couldn't find it."
"Okay, cut the sob story." I said. "Be at your girlfriend's house in twenty- five minutes, okay?"
"Huh?" he said confused, and then realized what I meant. "I don't go out with Lizzie!"
"Either way, be at her house in twenty-five, okay?"
"Okay, whatever. See ya." And he hung up. I put my cell back into my bag and walked over to Lizzie who was already off the phone.
"Mom said she'll be here in one minute." Lizzie said, just as Mrs. McGuire's van pulled into the mall parking lot.
***
"Truth or dare, Gordo?" I asked slyly as we all sat on Lizzie's bed.
"Nope. I refuse to play this game again." He said, as if remembering a past experience.
"I'll be good! Trust me!" I said pleadingly.
"Those two little words," he said as he gave me a Look. "have gotten me in more trouble than I wish to remember."
"Just one question!" I begged.
"Okay! Fine." He gave in.
"Do you," I asked, smiling slyly. "like anyone from school?"
"Yea." He said, not looking up from Lizzie's laptop.
"WHO?" Lizzie and I squealed at the same time.
"Only one question, remember ladies?"
"Gordo!" Lizzie and I said in unison.
Lizzie picked up one of her blue pillows, and I chose a pink and blue striped pillow. As silently mouthed 1-2-3, we stood behind Gordo, who still hadn't looked up from Lizzie's laptop. Then we ambushed him, and we all ended up on Lizzie's floor, lying side-by-side, laughing uncontrollably.
***
Another short chapter.. This story is just gonna have to make do with short chapters until I find some inspiration!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!