Leaning over his girlfriend of a half hour, Matt let his mouth slowly come
in contact with Miranda's. Letting a soft moan escape her lips, she parted
them and let her tongue escape to ask Matt for entrance to his own mouth.
Silently giving her access, the two stayed on the floor next to his bed,
slowly letting their mouths explore each other's as well as their hands
beginning to roam. When the two parted, Miranda realized that she had
pulled Matt's shirt half off and Matt found his left hand on her back,
slightly caressing her skin underneath the material of her top.
"Oh, God, Miranda, I'm so sorry. I got way too carried away with this. I never should have gotten down here with you," Matt exclaimed as soon as he removed his left hand from her back and his right hand from her hair. While Matt said this, Miranda just lay there, trying hard to catch her breath. Right as Miranda had let her arms snake up around his neck, they heard a knock on the door.
"Ugh!! Lizzie, you really do have impeccable timing, you know that?"
"So, I take it that you finally pulled your courage together, huh Miranda?"
"Actually, dear sister of mine, when you left, you forgot to hide the letter you found better. I sat on it, heard it crackling, and saw that it had been moved and smoothed baritone voice. Lizzie laughed upon entry to her brother's room. Matt had stood up from his position on the floor, having rocked onto the balls of his feet from his kneeling position. Miranda, however, stayed in her position, shooting her best friend a look that made her loose the smirk on her face and caused her to worry a bit about her motives.
"So," Matt broke the silence that had settled over the three of them. "Did you get your purse back?"
"Yeah, and I told Gordo to hold onto my stuff that was in the U-HAUL. Since we've already found a few apartments we like, we figured we'd have you come with- help make the final decision. After all, you guys need to okay your room." At hearing room be a singular noun, both Matt and Miranda looked at her with slight disbelief.
"Lizzie!" they both replied with surprise and shock.
"What?" At their identical looks, she explained, "well, it's not like after what I'm guessing happened here, you'll be needing two separate rooms. Before you say anything, I'm not just talking about sex either. Matt, Miranda, you guys can't actually sit here and tell me that you can't imagine just climbing in bed and cuddling all night. I mean, come on! Just because you two are a couple now, it doesn't mean that living together has to mean that you are forever and completely serious. That would be a relationship years in the making."
"Like you and Gordo," Matt ventured.
"Yes, like me and- hey!! That is SOO not cool. Gordo and I aren't even together, let alone in a serious relationship."
"That doesn't mean that you shouldn't be." Miranda was liking how quickly she and Matt had taken the discussion and spun it around so that the focus was off how serious the two were about each other.
"Oh, no you don't Miranda. This conversation is not about me and the boy who would be clueless. This is about you and my brother, and how serious you are. I want to know the truth, too. I don't want to hear that 'it's too soon to tell', or 'but I didn't tell him/her yet' crap, okay?" The two young adults sat there looking at Lizzie, trying to digest what she just said. "Oh, come on you two. You already know that you love each other, hiding anything else would be just plane old stupid at this point." Matt and Miranda sat there, dumbstruck by the other woman's words.
"Well, Miranda, she actually DOES have a point. I'll answer if you will too" was Matt's reply. Miranda raised her face and let her eyes meet those of her boyfriend's.
"Okay, I guess. I'll answer," she said, concerned of what her answers might do to the relationship. "You go first though. I want to know what you think of 'us'."
"Okay, I'll go first if you like. Miranda, yeah, I understand that we're young; I understand that we just got together, and yeah, I realize that I'm just starting college in like, three months. I also know that what I feel for you isn't just that puppy love that every teenager goes through. I know that I'm almost 19 and that you are 20, but you are the person I see when I think about the future. When I picture proposing, you are the one that I'm down on one knee for." When Matt finished, he saw that not only Miranda, but Lizzie as well, had tears in her eyes. "Your turn," he joked to ease the tension in the room, causing Miranda to chuckle through her tears.
"Matt, there is no real way to follow up what you said to me just now. I know and realize all of those things too. I will have a hard time admitting this, but. When I picture the rest of my life, you're there in every important part. You, Matt McGuire, are the only man that I can imagine saying 'yes' to, the only man that I can picture the most important kiss of my life being with. I seriously think that you are the love of my life." When Miranda finished, Matt walked up to her and placed his right hand on her cheek and softly wiped her warm tears from her face with his thumb. Miranda's eyes met his, and she leaned forward, making their foreheads meet while keeping eye contact.
"Okay, then. As much fun as it is for me to sit here and watch my best friend and younger brother be all lovey-dovey, I came in here to see how things went after I left for Gordo's. We are gonna drive down to campus tomorrow and pick the apartment. Matt, Miranda, Mom and Dad should be home in about an hour, wanna come down stairs and watch a movie with me and Gordo?"
"Sure, you two aren't into each other at all," replied Miranda, breaking both the eye contact and the physical contact she had been sharing with her boyfriend.
"I never said that 'Randa. I simply said that Gordo and I aren't dating. Is it my fault if my best friend also happens to be the boy who would be clueless? I drop hints all of the time. He's known me since I was one day old. You would think he'd know already."
"Yeah, you'd think I'd pick up on six years of subtle hints and flirtations, but if that is the case, I'd expect the same from you, Miss McGuire." As Lizzie heard the words spoken from behind her, she froze at the all too familiar sing-song melody that the tenor spoke with. Turning only her head so that she could confirm the speaker's identity from the corner of her eye, there was a space of seven seconds from the time she saw David Gordon's face, and the moment that she fell to the ground in a dead away faint.
"Oh, God, Miranda, I'm so sorry. I got way too carried away with this. I never should have gotten down here with you," Matt exclaimed as soon as he removed his left hand from her back and his right hand from her hair. While Matt said this, Miranda just lay there, trying hard to catch her breath. Right as Miranda had let her arms snake up around his neck, they heard a knock on the door.
"Ugh!! Lizzie, you really do have impeccable timing, you know that?"
"So, I take it that you finally pulled your courage together, huh Miranda?"
"Actually, dear sister of mine, when you left, you forgot to hide the letter you found better. I sat on it, heard it crackling, and saw that it had been moved and smoothed baritone voice. Lizzie laughed upon entry to her brother's room. Matt had stood up from his position on the floor, having rocked onto the balls of his feet from his kneeling position. Miranda, however, stayed in her position, shooting her best friend a look that made her loose the smirk on her face and caused her to worry a bit about her motives.
"So," Matt broke the silence that had settled over the three of them. "Did you get your purse back?"
"Yeah, and I told Gordo to hold onto my stuff that was in the U-HAUL. Since we've already found a few apartments we like, we figured we'd have you come with- help make the final decision. After all, you guys need to okay your room." At hearing room be a singular noun, both Matt and Miranda looked at her with slight disbelief.
"Lizzie!" they both replied with surprise and shock.
"What?" At their identical looks, she explained, "well, it's not like after what I'm guessing happened here, you'll be needing two separate rooms. Before you say anything, I'm not just talking about sex either. Matt, Miranda, you guys can't actually sit here and tell me that you can't imagine just climbing in bed and cuddling all night. I mean, come on! Just because you two are a couple now, it doesn't mean that living together has to mean that you are forever and completely serious. That would be a relationship years in the making."
"Like you and Gordo," Matt ventured.
"Yes, like me and- hey!! That is SOO not cool. Gordo and I aren't even together, let alone in a serious relationship."
"That doesn't mean that you shouldn't be." Miranda was liking how quickly she and Matt had taken the discussion and spun it around so that the focus was off how serious the two were about each other.
"Oh, no you don't Miranda. This conversation is not about me and the boy who would be clueless. This is about you and my brother, and how serious you are. I want to know the truth, too. I don't want to hear that 'it's too soon to tell', or 'but I didn't tell him/her yet' crap, okay?" The two young adults sat there looking at Lizzie, trying to digest what she just said. "Oh, come on you two. You already know that you love each other, hiding anything else would be just plane old stupid at this point." Matt and Miranda sat there, dumbstruck by the other woman's words.
"Well, Miranda, she actually DOES have a point. I'll answer if you will too" was Matt's reply. Miranda raised her face and let her eyes meet those of her boyfriend's.
"Okay, I guess. I'll answer," she said, concerned of what her answers might do to the relationship. "You go first though. I want to know what you think of 'us'."
"Okay, I'll go first if you like. Miranda, yeah, I understand that we're young; I understand that we just got together, and yeah, I realize that I'm just starting college in like, three months. I also know that what I feel for you isn't just that puppy love that every teenager goes through. I know that I'm almost 19 and that you are 20, but you are the person I see when I think about the future. When I picture proposing, you are the one that I'm down on one knee for." When Matt finished, he saw that not only Miranda, but Lizzie as well, had tears in her eyes. "Your turn," he joked to ease the tension in the room, causing Miranda to chuckle through her tears.
"Matt, there is no real way to follow up what you said to me just now. I know and realize all of those things too. I will have a hard time admitting this, but. When I picture the rest of my life, you're there in every important part. You, Matt McGuire, are the only man that I can imagine saying 'yes' to, the only man that I can picture the most important kiss of my life being with. I seriously think that you are the love of my life." When Miranda finished, Matt walked up to her and placed his right hand on her cheek and softly wiped her warm tears from her face with his thumb. Miranda's eyes met his, and she leaned forward, making their foreheads meet while keeping eye contact.
"Okay, then. As much fun as it is for me to sit here and watch my best friend and younger brother be all lovey-dovey, I came in here to see how things went after I left for Gordo's. We are gonna drive down to campus tomorrow and pick the apartment. Matt, Miranda, Mom and Dad should be home in about an hour, wanna come down stairs and watch a movie with me and Gordo?"
"Sure, you two aren't into each other at all," replied Miranda, breaking both the eye contact and the physical contact she had been sharing with her boyfriend.
"I never said that 'Randa. I simply said that Gordo and I aren't dating. Is it my fault if my best friend also happens to be the boy who would be clueless? I drop hints all of the time. He's known me since I was one day old. You would think he'd know already."
"Yeah, you'd think I'd pick up on six years of subtle hints and flirtations, but if that is the case, I'd expect the same from you, Miss McGuire." As Lizzie heard the words spoken from behind her, she froze at the all too familiar sing-song melody that the tenor spoke with. Turning only her head so that she could confirm the speaker's identity from the corner of her eye, there was a space of seven seconds from the time she saw David Gordon's face, and the moment that she fell to the ground in a dead away faint.