Previously:
"Hey guys, I'll be back in about a half hour. I've got to go get my purse;
I left it in Gordo's car. See you two later." Lizzie gave Miranda a look
on her way out the door.
"Alright then" said Matt, taking a seat on his bed. He heard a crackling sound and shot back up. His eyes darted to the piece of paper he has just sat on. The letter. Matt immediately paled. "Oh God."
"Oh, God. Matt, it's not what you think" Miranda replied.
"Oh, okay, so you didn't read it? You just moved it to the bed" he asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
"Well, no. I did read it." At this, Matt's head dropped. "Matt." He sat back down on his bed, a sorrowful look resting on his face. "Hey, Matt." After getting no answer, Miranda got off of the chair and sat next to her friend on his bed. "Look at me," she said, taking his face in her hands to meet his eyes with hers.
"Why bother? I know that you are just going to sit there and tell me it'll never happen. I've liked you for years Miranda. Why should I give myself false hope that you'd like me back?"
"HEY!! I'm extremely offended that you think I could be that sharp with my best friend. Wasn't Lizzie telling you about the apartment before I got here?" Matt's slight nod urged her to continue. "Well, the extra room for you when you visit was my idea. Don't you want to know why?" Matt let out a sigh and a little sniffle, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Yeah, but I don't know why I'd need my own room when I'd be living on campus like ten minutes from the three of you. Although."
"Although what?"
"I doubt I'll be going to UCLA after this."
"Matt, why wouldn't you go to the school you like? Just because I found out?" He simply nodded in reply. "Matthew McGuire, I am extremely disappointed in you."
"Why? Because I decided not to go to school where I wanted to first? The only reason I applied there is because of you" Miranda's hand found Matt's and squeezed at this comment. Matt raised his head again and his head got closer to Miranda's.
"Alright then" said Matt, taking a seat on his bed. He heard a crackling sound and shot back up. His eyes darted to the piece of paper he has just sat on. The letter. Matt immediately paled. "Oh God."
"Oh, God. Matt, it's not what you think" Miranda replied.
"Oh, okay, so you didn't read it? You just moved it to the bed" he asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
"Well, no. I did read it." At this, Matt's head dropped. "Matt." He sat back down on his bed, a sorrowful look resting on his face. "Hey, Matt." After getting no answer, Miranda got off of the chair and sat next to her friend on his bed. "Look at me," she said, taking his face in her hands to meet his eyes with hers.
"Why bother? I know that you are just going to sit there and tell me it'll never happen. I've liked you for years Miranda. Why should I give myself false hope that you'd like me back?"
"HEY!! I'm extremely offended that you think I could be that sharp with my best friend. Wasn't Lizzie telling you about the apartment before I got here?" Matt's slight nod urged her to continue. "Well, the extra room for you when you visit was my idea. Don't you want to know why?" Matt let out a sigh and a little sniffle, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Yeah, but I don't know why I'd need my own room when I'd be living on campus like ten minutes from the three of you. Although."
"Although what?"
"I doubt I'll be going to UCLA after this."
"Matt, why wouldn't you go to the school you like? Just because I found out?" He simply nodded in reply. "Matthew McGuire, I am extremely disappointed in you."
"Why? Because I decided not to go to school where I wanted to first? The only reason I applied there is because of you" Miranda's hand found Matt's and squeezed at this comment. Matt raised his head again and his head got closer to Miranda's.