Hey there! How ya'll doin', ya'll? Ready for some readin' then reviewin'? I hope so! This chapter is slightly, well, slightly something. Do you like? Would you like a continuation? Then tell me what ya'll think! Read and purdy please review! (I have no idea what is up with the country slang, my roots are starting to shine through! But it didn't transfer into the chapter, so we're all safe!) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Miranda climbed out of the backseat of her car and glanced at Lizzie and Gordo already a few paces ahead of her. She sighed and slightly shook her head wondering why Gordo was refusing to tell Lizzie how he was feeling. She hurried to catch up and wondered why Lizzie couldn't see how Gordo felt.
They came into the house and Lizzie briefly called a greeting to her parents then swung her backpack over a the couch and glanced over her shoulder at Miranda. "Come upstairs, I want you show you the dress I'm thinking about getting."
Miranda ran up the stairs and entered the room as Lizzie plucked the magazine off its resting place. The page was marked and she quickly showed the strapless red gown with matching gloves and a high slit. "What do you think?"
Miranda smiled and nodded. "Very pretty. How much?"
Lizzie walked over to her closet and yanked it open. "Not quite sure, more than I've got that's for sure. But maybe I'll convince Mom to get it for me."
Miranda laughed, sounded like a good plan, many faults, but a good plan. She watched as Lizzie pulled out various items of clothing. She finally settled on a low cut pink top and a pair of low rise jeans.
"What are you doing?"
"Changing for the movies," Lizzie replied, stepping behind the changing screen she'd recently purchased.
Miranda tired not to smiled as she turned towards her friend's computer. If Lizzie thought enough about going to the movies to change, that was a good sign. As Lizzie stepped out from behind the screen, the door to the room opened and Gordo walked in.
"Hey," she greeted him, adjusting her belt. "Where were you?"
"Downstairs, talking to your little brother."
"Really? What did the cretin have to say?"
Gordo shot Lizzie a slightly bemused look and shook his head. Miranda felt a smile tug at her lips as she realized he felt sorry for the younger boy. "He's wanting a date for the dance."
"If he wasn't such a worm-"
"Maybe, just the girl he wants to notice him won't," Gordo interrupted quickly. Lizzie glanced at him then laughed as she rummaged through her jewelry box. "I know the feeling," he muttered softly.
Miranda caught his eye and he quickly shook his head, his eyes pleading that she not say anything.
A melodic tune from Lizzie's cell phone caused Miranda to slightly jump as her friend quickly grabbed for it.
"Hello?" Her expression went from questioning, to bewilderment. "Hello?" she repeated, as irradiation took over her face. She rolled her eyes and hang up. "Some idiot breathing into the phone," she explained, sitting the phone down.
"No caller ID?" Miranda asked.
"Said it was blocked."
She nodded then walked over also looking in the small box. The phone rang again and Lizzie let out a groan as she grabbed it.
"Hello!?"
Miranda quickly grabbed her arm to tilt her arm so they could both hear. A long deep breathing.
"You think you're so damn cute don't you?" she barked angrily in the phone before hanging up.
Miranda didn't even have time to walk away before it rang again and she reassumed her position.
"What!?" Lizzie yelled into the phone.
"You're not alone," the breathy voice stated.
"No shit, Sherlock," she snapped. "When did you figure that one out?"
"It doesn't matter, you'll be mine before long," the voice stated, then there was just a dial tone.
"Stupid bastard without a life," she muttered angrily, tossing the phone one the bed.
Miranda raised her eyebrows questioningly, but Lizzie quickly grabbed her purse.
"Gordo, are you ready to go? Miranda want to come too?"
Gordo nodded but Miranda shook her head. "I promised I'd help clean tonight," she sighed, leading the way down the stairs. "But call me when you get out okay?"
Lizzie nodded as she pulled on her coat then looked at Gordo. "Do you care if we walk? I'll never sit through a movie if I don't calm down."
"That's fine," he nodded.
Lizzie smiled and pulled open the door. A figure was revealed as she flipped on the light. "Who is that?" she muttered, quickly walking onto the porch. "Ronnie!" Miranda quickly followed her friends outside but couldn't catch up with Lizzie who quickly caught Ronnie back the back of his jacket and whirled him around to face her. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Ronnie pulled always from her and looked down at his feet. "I just wanted to talk to you. But I didn't think you would so I left."
"Look, Ronnie, I already told you once, I don't want to talk to you! And you can quit with your stupid little games okay? I don't know how you got my cell phone number, I don't know how you knew which car was mine, but just quit it okay? I'm serious, you're starting to piss me off, and you're gonna get into serious trouble."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied. "I just wanted-"
"I don't really care what you wanted, okay? Just leave me alone! Because I'm getting sick of dealing with you, and soon, I'm going to call the police." With a loud cry of frustration, she grabbed Gordo's arm and pulled him away. "Let's go. See you in the morning Miranda!"
Miranda waved as she watched the pair walk away. Her eyes went towards the solitary Ronnie, was he really this crazed? Was he taking wanting to date Lizzie as far as to stalking her, or maybe something worse? Miranda was puzzle that he didn't even look back over his shoulder, instead he quickly and silently walked away. Sighing, she pulled her keys out and climbed inside her car. She couldn't ignore the tiny voice inside her head screaming that Ronnie wasn't lying.