Dancing on the Moon with You
Disclaimer: none!
I know on the show, Miranda's mom says her middle name is Isabella in the Rated Aargh episode, but since I made Miranda's sister's name Isabella, it'd be sort of weird, so I made her middle name different. ***
Everyone in theater was laughing. Or at least, everyone except that old gray hired couple a few seats behind us. I don't think they quite understood the joke.
It was a great movie. It was called Wild Child, and it starred Matt Smith as a guy named Adam who falls for Christine Ross, played Marie Renee. Christine is really wild, and in a special class at school for the kids who cause trouble, although she's really smart.
Everyone was laughing at the scene where Christine is at Adam's house, giving him a lap dance, and then his mom walks in the front door and catches them on the couch.
Great humor.
"Miranda?" Josh whispered.
"Huh?" I said, thinking he was about to kiss me.
"Pass the popcorn."
"Oh." I said, and passed him the popcorn, spilling a little on his lap. Serves him right, he should have kissed me!
***
"Well, see ya." Josh said as we stood on the porch of my house.
"Yeah. I had fun." I said nervously.
"So, does this mean you want to go out with me?" he asked hopefully.
"Go out, go out? Like as in girlfriend?"
"Yeah, if you want to, I mean." He said, tugging at his sleeve.
"Yeah, sure." And right after the words left my mouth, he leaned in and kissed me. I shut my eyes, and for a minute it was like the world stopped.
"So, I'll call you later, right?"
"Yeah, see ya!" I said as he walked down the street towards his house. From the opposite direction, Lizzie and Gordo were walking up to my house. They had agreed to walk a little bit behind us on the way back so Josh and I could be alone.
"Omigosh! Lizzie! Guess what?" I said as soon as she was closer.
"What? He kissed you, didn't he?"
"Yep!" I said, grinning.
"This is my cue to completely tune out, in order not to hear all this girl junk." Gordo said.
"Tell me everything!" Lizzie said excitedly.
"Okay, you see. . .
***
(Next Day)
"Mom! Let's go!" I yelled.
"Go where?" she said, coming out of her room.
"To Golden Corral. You said you'd take me!"
"Oh Ri-ri, sorry. We can't make it, not today. I have to help Isabelle with her money. I have to figure out exactly how much the baby will cost."
"Babies are free, mother," I said sarcastically. "all you have to do is get knocked up, and nine months later, BAM! A screaming little brat."
"A lot like you! And you know what I mean, Miranda Olivera Sanchez! Go to your room, and don't come out!" I hate it when she uses my full name!
"I won't! If I did, I'd risk seeing you, and I wouldn't want that!" I screamed as I ran up the steps. Lately, my mom had no time for me. My dad was always working late, and every damn thing revolved around Isabelle and her baby, or Isabelle and her wedding.
I buried my face in my pillow, and cried, and cried. Then I thought, why should I wait around here if no one obviously cares if I'm home or not? I mean, I didn't want to be one of those punk rebels you see on TV going to jail, but why can't I have fun?
I dried my eyes, and called Lizzie.
"Lizzie?"
"Miranda?"
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, a plan forming in my head.
"I was in the middle of beating Matt up, but then I had to answer the phone." She said.
"Well, come to my house. Only don't ring the bell. Come around to my window, and throw a rock up there. I'll sneak out of my room, and down the steps, and I'll go out the screen door in the back of the house. And dress like you're going out. We might find a party or something."
"Okay, but why?" Lizzie asked, confused. That's the good thing about Lizzie. She'll stand by me through thick and thin, as long as she knows my motives.
"My parents are too busy with Isabelle to notice me, but I'm in trouble for who knows what, so I'm grounded."
"Okay, let me see if I understand." Lizzie said slowly. "You're grounded, but you want to sneak out."
"Exactly." I said.
"Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes."
I hung up my phone and walked around my room to get what I'd need. I changed into a pair of tight jeans that laced up at the side, the ones Lizzie and I had brought each other as presents for Christmas, and found my blue and purple butterfly tank top.
I clipped my cell phone into the back of my jeans, and walked into my bathroom. I put on some mascara, dabbed on some lip gloss and then put it in my pocket. I brushed my hair into a ponytail, found a pair of black flip flops to wear, and sat by the window, waiting to hear the -ping- of a rock.
'Ping!' Bingo! Lizzie was here! I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, re-applied my lip gloss, and picked up my flip-flops. I couldn't wear them until I got outside or my mom might here my footsteps. Not that she'd care that I was leaving to do who knows what, but she would hate it that I wasn't listening to her and staying in my room.
I crept down the stairs, and past the kitchen. I had to be really quiet around that area, because my parent's bedroom was near. I went towards the laundry room, and opened the back door oh-so-quietly. I slipped out the door and locked it behind me.
"Hey Liz." I whispered. "Let's get away from here quick. My mom's in her room, and the window might be open."
"Okay." She said quietly. We slipped through the trees, crossed over into the Johnson's yard, went through the trees and emerged on a side street.
"Liz!" I said, finally seeing her in good light. She was wearing a purple tank top and some lace up jeans. "We're wearing the same jeans!"
"Really?" she said, looking down at her jeans, and then at mine. And sure enough, we were wearing the jeans we had given each other for Christmas. "Great minds think alike!"
"Seriously!" I said, laughing. "So, how did you get out of the house? Didn't your mom catch you?"
"My parents," she said bitterly. "Are spending as much time thinking about Matt as yours are thinking about Isabelle."
"Really? How'd that happen?" I said, surprised.
"Apparently, Matt has gotten his Picasso like art talent back." She said. "They spend so much time carting him around to art events, planning his future, buying him art supplies, and picking the best, and also most expensive, art camps to send him to this summer."
"Wow." I said, amazed. "My mom is mad at me. I hate the fact that she was so sad about Isabelle being pregnant, and now she acts like it's the only thing that matters. I wish I didn't have a stay at home mom. I see her too much."
"Same here. She spends all her time with Matt, and so does my dad. And the little brat, Matt, is loving all the attention he's getting. And even more, he loves the fact I'm not getting any."
"Go figure."
"So, what are we going to do?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know. . ." then an idea hit me. "It might be a good thing Nikki changed into a party animal! She should have something to do, a party or something."
I took my cell phone off of my pocket, and dialed Nikki's cell.
"Wassup?" Nikki answered.
"Hey Nikki!" I said, feigning friendliness. "It's me, Miranda!"
"Sup, Randi?" Something I like about this girl! I like Randi much better than Ri-ri, that's for sure.
"So, any parties going on?" I asked.
"Do you actually want to go to a party? It's eleven o'clock, you know. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"No. Are you?" I said.
"Nah, it's just that you never go to parties." Nikki said. "Well, yeah, there is this party I'm going to. Come to my house now, you remember where it is, right?"
"Yep." Last year, Lizzie and I had been to her house plenty of times. "I'll be there in ten."
"Bye."
I flipped my cell shut, and then clipped it back onto my jeans. Nikki lived near Lizzie and me, a few streets away.
"Let's head to Nikki's house. She knows a party that's somewhere."
"You don't know where it is?" Lizzie asked.
"Nope."
"It doesn't matter. Anywhere but here is fine with me."
***
Lizzie rang Nikki's doorbell, and then stepped back. About a minute later, Nikki opened up the door. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a red tank top.
"Hey guys. Come on in. Jeff should be here in a minute." She said before she bounded up the steps. I shut the door, and Lizzie and I walked up the steps.
"Nikki?" I called out.
"I'm in here!" she answered. We walked towards where her voice was coming from, and entered a large room, with light purple everywhere. Nikki was in front of a mirror putting on makeup.
"So," Lizzie said. "Who's Jeff?"
"Oh, he's this guy. He'll be here to pick us up in five minutes." She said as she put on her mascara.
"Is he your boyfriend?" I asked.
"God no." she said, laughing like it was funny. "He's just a guy. Plus he can drive."
"How old is he?" Lizzie asked.
"16, and a sophomore." She said, just as someone outside honked six times in a row. Nikki stuck her head out the window and yelled. "God! Shut up! We'll be right down!"
"That's our ride!" she said as she turned to us, laughing.
We ran down the steps and out the front door. Nikki paused to lock it, and then we walked toward the black car.
Nikki opened up the passenger's side door and hopped in, leaving Lizzie and me to sit in the backseat.
Jeff had blue eyes, and brown dreadlocks, pulled back into a ponytail. Nikki kissed him, in a way I thought you only kissed people who were your boyfriend or girlfriend.
Oh well. Welcome to the world of partying.
***
Next chapter will be the party. This is my longest chapter yet!
Miranda and Lizzie did not totally rebel. They're just fed up with their parents being preoccupied and not noticing them that they decided to try something new.
REVIEW!!!!!
Email me at milla_matisse@yahoo.com for anything!
Disclaimer: none!
I know on the show, Miranda's mom says her middle name is Isabella in the Rated Aargh episode, but since I made Miranda's sister's name Isabella, it'd be sort of weird, so I made her middle name different. ***
Everyone in theater was laughing. Or at least, everyone except that old gray hired couple a few seats behind us. I don't think they quite understood the joke.
It was a great movie. It was called Wild Child, and it starred Matt Smith as a guy named Adam who falls for Christine Ross, played Marie Renee. Christine is really wild, and in a special class at school for the kids who cause trouble, although she's really smart.
Everyone was laughing at the scene where Christine is at Adam's house, giving him a lap dance, and then his mom walks in the front door and catches them on the couch.
Great humor.
"Miranda?" Josh whispered.
"Huh?" I said, thinking he was about to kiss me.
"Pass the popcorn."
"Oh." I said, and passed him the popcorn, spilling a little on his lap. Serves him right, he should have kissed me!
***
"Well, see ya." Josh said as we stood on the porch of my house.
"Yeah. I had fun." I said nervously.
"So, does this mean you want to go out with me?" he asked hopefully.
"Go out, go out? Like as in girlfriend?"
"Yeah, if you want to, I mean." He said, tugging at his sleeve.
"Yeah, sure." And right after the words left my mouth, he leaned in and kissed me. I shut my eyes, and for a minute it was like the world stopped.
"So, I'll call you later, right?"
"Yeah, see ya!" I said as he walked down the street towards his house. From the opposite direction, Lizzie and Gordo were walking up to my house. They had agreed to walk a little bit behind us on the way back so Josh and I could be alone.
"Omigosh! Lizzie! Guess what?" I said as soon as she was closer.
"What? He kissed you, didn't he?"
"Yep!" I said, grinning.
"This is my cue to completely tune out, in order not to hear all this girl junk." Gordo said.
"Tell me everything!" Lizzie said excitedly.
"Okay, you see. . .
***
(Next Day)
"Mom! Let's go!" I yelled.
"Go where?" she said, coming out of her room.
"To Golden Corral. You said you'd take me!"
"Oh Ri-ri, sorry. We can't make it, not today. I have to help Isabelle with her money. I have to figure out exactly how much the baby will cost."
"Babies are free, mother," I said sarcastically. "all you have to do is get knocked up, and nine months later, BAM! A screaming little brat."
"A lot like you! And you know what I mean, Miranda Olivera Sanchez! Go to your room, and don't come out!" I hate it when she uses my full name!
"I won't! If I did, I'd risk seeing you, and I wouldn't want that!" I screamed as I ran up the steps. Lately, my mom had no time for me. My dad was always working late, and every damn thing revolved around Isabelle and her baby, or Isabelle and her wedding.
I buried my face in my pillow, and cried, and cried. Then I thought, why should I wait around here if no one obviously cares if I'm home or not? I mean, I didn't want to be one of those punk rebels you see on TV going to jail, but why can't I have fun?
I dried my eyes, and called Lizzie.
"Lizzie?"
"Miranda?"
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, a plan forming in my head.
"I was in the middle of beating Matt up, but then I had to answer the phone." She said.
"Well, come to my house. Only don't ring the bell. Come around to my window, and throw a rock up there. I'll sneak out of my room, and down the steps, and I'll go out the screen door in the back of the house. And dress like you're going out. We might find a party or something."
"Okay, but why?" Lizzie asked, confused. That's the good thing about Lizzie. She'll stand by me through thick and thin, as long as she knows my motives.
"My parents are too busy with Isabelle to notice me, but I'm in trouble for who knows what, so I'm grounded."
"Okay, let me see if I understand." Lizzie said slowly. "You're grounded, but you want to sneak out."
"Exactly." I said.
"Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes."
I hung up my phone and walked around my room to get what I'd need. I changed into a pair of tight jeans that laced up at the side, the ones Lizzie and I had brought each other as presents for Christmas, and found my blue and purple butterfly tank top.
I clipped my cell phone into the back of my jeans, and walked into my bathroom. I put on some mascara, dabbed on some lip gloss and then put it in my pocket. I brushed my hair into a ponytail, found a pair of black flip flops to wear, and sat by the window, waiting to hear the -ping- of a rock.
'Ping!' Bingo! Lizzie was here! I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, re-applied my lip gloss, and picked up my flip-flops. I couldn't wear them until I got outside or my mom might here my footsteps. Not that she'd care that I was leaving to do who knows what, but she would hate it that I wasn't listening to her and staying in my room.
I crept down the stairs, and past the kitchen. I had to be really quiet around that area, because my parent's bedroom was near. I went towards the laundry room, and opened the back door oh-so-quietly. I slipped out the door and locked it behind me.
"Hey Liz." I whispered. "Let's get away from here quick. My mom's in her room, and the window might be open."
"Okay." She said quietly. We slipped through the trees, crossed over into the Johnson's yard, went through the trees and emerged on a side street.
"Liz!" I said, finally seeing her in good light. She was wearing a purple tank top and some lace up jeans. "We're wearing the same jeans!"
"Really?" she said, looking down at her jeans, and then at mine. And sure enough, we were wearing the jeans we had given each other for Christmas. "Great minds think alike!"
"Seriously!" I said, laughing. "So, how did you get out of the house? Didn't your mom catch you?"
"My parents," she said bitterly. "Are spending as much time thinking about Matt as yours are thinking about Isabelle."
"Really? How'd that happen?" I said, surprised.
"Apparently, Matt has gotten his Picasso like art talent back." She said. "They spend so much time carting him around to art events, planning his future, buying him art supplies, and picking the best, and also most expensive, art camps to send him to this summer."
"Wow." I said, amazed. "My mom is mad at me. I hate the fact that she was so sad about Isabelle being pregnant, and now she acts like it's the only thing that matters. I wish I didn't have a stay at home mom. I see her too much."
"Same here. She spends all her time with Matt, and so does my dad. And the little brat, Matt, is loving all the attention he's getting. And even more, he loves the fact I'm not getting any."
"Go figure."
"So, what are we going to do?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know. . ." then an idea hit me. "It might be a good thing Nikki changed into a party animal! She should have something to do, a party or something."
I took my cell phone off of my pocket, and dialed Nikki's cell.
"Wassup?" Nikki answered.
"Hey Nikki!" I said, feigning friendliness. "It's me, Miranda!"
"Sup, Randi?" Something I like about this girl! I like Randi much better than Ri-ri, that's for sure.
"So, any parties going on?" I asked.
"Do you actually want to go to a party? It's eleven o'clock, you know. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"No. Are you?" I said.
"Nah, it's just that you never go to parties." Nikki said. "Well, yeah, there is this party I'm going to. Come to my house now, you remember where it is, right?"
"Yep." Last year, Lizzie and I had been to her house plenty of times. "I'll be there in ten."
"Bye."
I flipped my cell shut, and then clipped it back onto my jeans. Nikki lived near Lizzie and me, a few streets away.
"Let's head to Nikki's house. She knows a party that's somewhere."
"You don't know where it is?" Lizzie asked.
"Nope."
"It doesn't matter. Anywhere but here is fine with me."
***
Lizzie rang Nikki's doorbell, and then stepped back. About a minute later, Nikki opened up the door. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a red tank top.
"Hey guys. Come on in. Jeff should be here in a minute." She said before she bounded up the steps. I shut the door, and Lizzie and I walked up the steps.
"Nikki?" I called out.
"I'm in here!" she answered. We walked towards where her voice was coming from, and entered a large room, with light purple everywhere. Nikki was in front of a mirror putting on makeup.
"So," Lizzie said. "Who's Jeff?"
"Oh, he's this guy. He'll be here to pick us up in five minutes." She said as she put on her mascara.
"Is he your boyfriend?" I asked.
"God no." she said, laughing like it was funny. "He's just a guy. Plus he can drive."
"How old is he?" Lizzie asked.
"16, and a sophomore." She said, just as someone outside honked six times in a row. Nikki stuck her head out the window and yelled. "God! Shut up! We'll be right down!"
"That's our ride!" she said as she turned to us, laughing.
We ran down the steps and out the front door. Nikki paused to lock it, and then we walked toward the black car.
Nikki opened up the passenger's side door and hopped in, leaving Lizzie and me to sit in the backseat.
Jeff had blue eyes, and brown dreadlocks, pulled back into a ponytail. Nikki kissed him, in a way I thought you only kissed people who were your boyfriend or girlfriend.
Oh well. Welcome to the world of partying.
***
Next chapter will be the party. This is my longest chapter yet!
Miranda and Lizzie did not totally rebel. They're just fed up with their parents being preoccupied and not noticing them that they decided to try something new.
REVIEW!!!!!
Email me at milla_matisse@yahoo.com for anything!