Previously:
"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.
She began to lean in and Matt suddenly looked away. "Why did you suggest that I have a room in your apartment anyways?" Miranda blushed and lowered her head in turn. "Well? Spill girl," Matt joked.
"Okay then. Well, it WAS my idea to keep a spare bedroom for you at out place, but there's more to it than that" Miranda paused, looked at Matt, then decided to continue. " Well, first off, Matt, you have absolutely no reason to be ashamed of that letter or of your journal." Matt wasn't aware of the fact that they had read his journal as well.
"You went through my bag to look for stuff?"
"NO!! Lizzie found the book on your bed, maybe it fell out when you tossed the bag on your bed when you made a beeline for the computer after school." Matt chuckled at how well his best friend knew him. "Anyway, there is no reason for you to be anything but happy that I read those things Matt. I had no idea that you like me too."
"Well, Lizzie knew that I liked you in sixth grade and she sure as hell knows that I like you now, why do you think she left? Other than to go make googly eyes at the man of her dreams."
"Matt, you see the connection that those two have, don't you." This was said as more of a statement than a question. He looked at her with a "duh" kind of expression. "Well, they still haven't said anything to each other about it. Not since freshman year of high school. And you didn't realize something that I said, did you?"
"No idea what you are talking about, on either freshman year or what I missed."
"Matt, I said 'I had no idea you like me too'."
"Miranda, are you saying what I pray to God I think you are?"
"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.
She began to lean in and Matt suddenly looked away. "Why did you suggest that I have a room in your apartment anyways?" Miranda blushed and lowered her head in turn. "Well? Spill girl," Matt joked.
"Okay then. Well, it WAS my idea to keep a spare bedroom for you at out place, but there's more to it than that" Miranda paused, looked at Matt, then decided to continue. " Well, first off, Matt, you have absolutely no reason to be ashamed of that letter or of your journal." Matt wasn't aware of the fact that they had read his journal as well.
"You went through my bag to look for stuff?"
"NO!! Lizzie found the book on your bed, maybe it fell out when you tossed the bag on your bed when you made a beeline for the computer after school." Matt chuckled at how well his best friend knew him. "Anyway, there is no reason for you to be anything but happy that I read those things Matt. I had no idea that you like me too."
"Well, Lizzie knew that I liked you in sixth grade and she sure as hell knows that I like you now, why do you think she left? Other than to go make googly eyes at the man of her dreams."
"Matt, you see the connection that those two have, don't you." This was said as more of a statement than a question. He looked at her with a "duh" kind of expression. "Well, they still haven't said anything to each other about it. Not since freshman year of high school. And you didn't realize something that I said, did you?"
"No idea what you are talking about, on either freshman year or what I missed."
"Matt, I said 'I had no idea you like me too'."
"Miranda, are you saying what I pray to God I think you are?"