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Chapter 5 MIRANDA'S POV:
Everything seemed to blend together like a smoothie that has all the wrong ingredients in it. Which, of course, made it totally disgusting.
The next day came and I woke up a little later than usual to go to school. Friday mornings were usually a day to look forward to because Saturday was a no school day. Today though, was a different story altogether. A day which I dreaded. A day which I came too quickly. A day which I knew would be a very long day that seemed unending. I basically figured that I would be right.
Get ready for school. Whoopee. All I had to look forward to was a date with Larry afterwards! Miranda! It's not a date. It's a get together of just being friends. Wait. He wasn't my friend anyway. He was just somebody I knew at school, an annoying person who wore the same thing everyday no matter what (except for some days recently). Who was Larry anyway? I kept asking myself these questions, trying to think of the real reason I was going out...I mean, hanging out with him. Well, I did feel a little sorry for him, I guess. No one ever wanted to go out or do anything with him. Now since he's changed a bit, more girls may be checking him out. I have to say that he's not bad looking at all. He's very cute, but that's not the reason I was hanging out with him after school today. At least, I didn't think it was the reason.
I looked through my closet and dresser and looked for something to wear. I wasn't quite sure what to wear. I didn't want to where anything that would be too attractive and lead him on; yet I didn't want to look like I got dressed in the dark.
Let's see...a pair of dark jeans with a solid forest green top...seems good to me. A nice belt completed my clothes. I decided to do my hair in two braids with a red ribbon woven into each braid. As for my makeup? Not nearly as much as I put on yesterday. It all looked fine to me.
At lunch, Lizzie totally ignored me. She didn't even say hi or anything when I sat down. Gordo looked at me and smiled. "Hey, Miranda. How are you today?" he asked.
"Hey, Gordo. I'm fine, I guess," I said. At least Gordo didn't seem hostile towards me. Good ol' Gordo.
Lizzie turned Gordo's head so that it was facing her. "Love you, baby," she said and gave him a kiss. When they were finished, she glanced at me and gave me a smirk. Then she went back to kissing Gordo.
Fine! Lizzie can be in one of her moods. I can be in one of mine too. I walked up to Lizzie with my carton of milk in hand. She didn't even notice me sneak up behind her. Neither did Gordo. They were too busy together.
I looked at Lizzie's backside and poured the milk down the back of her shirt. All of a sudden she released Gordo, looked back at me and screeched.
"Got milk?" I asked and gave her the same smirk she had given me earlier. Then I got the heck out of there.
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When Larry picked me up right near my locker after school was over, I wasn't ready. "Larry, I'll be back," I said and rushed to the nearest bathroom.
I could hear Larry saying, "I'll wait a million years for you, Miranda!"
I looked in the mirror and tried to convince myself that everything would be ok. Miranda, you and Larry are just going to "hang out." Hang out. Hang out. That was all. It's not a 'date', so there's nothing to worry about. Nothing in the entire world to worry about. I sighed and then contemplated whether or not to hide in the bathroom forever. After all, he said he'd wait a million years.
I finally decided that I should be brave and tough it out...besides, this night had to end sometime. "Might as well get it over with," I mumbled aloud to myself. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and walked out of the bathroom.
Sure enough, Larry was there waiting for me. If he didn't try to make any moves, or didn't drag on long boring conversations about chemicals and the like, maybe it might go smoothly. Like that would happen?
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We got to the museum in a jiffy and Larry insisted that we go to the café they had first. I agreed although I really didn't feel like eating.
"What do you want to order, my dear?" asked Larry as we arrived at the order station.
"I'll just have a hamburger and a medium coke, and I'm not you dear, thank you," I said. Maybe a little too rudely, but I was not his dear! I didn't want him calling me that. I was Miranda, and Miranda only to him.
"Oh! You're playing hard to get," he said.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. He just didn't get it, did he? It was useless. I wandered off and found us a table. Wait. I found Larry and me a table. That sounded better than "us." We weren't an "us." We were two individual people and were not to be even hinted at as being a pair.
I ate hardly anything at all, and drank even less. I didn't feel in a very happy mood, and being with Larry wasn't helping. Hey, he might even be the problem. Larry hogged down his food, then looked at me. In fact he stared at me for a minute. I was getting ready to tell him to knock it off, but then he left and talked to the checkout lady. He came back with a milkshake.
"Here, Miranda, I thought this would cheer you up," he said and handed me the milkshake. It was chocolate...my favorite.
Then I thought about how I had dumped milk on Lizzie during lunch. I had I acted without thinking, and never should have stooped that low. I knew how much it meant to Lizzie about being perfect...at least trying. She tried to look perfect everyday, and tried to act perfect by not tripping all over the place. She often failed, but at least she tried. She must've been angry that I poured milk on her cute outfit. She probably was hurt that I had done that to her. I know that I would've been if I were in her shoes. She hurt me by setting me up with Larry, suggesting that I couldn't get a boyfriend by myself, and by completely ignoring me. The last one hurt me the most. Yet I felt that I should have never poured milk down her shirt. It felt good at the moment....really good! But....it was wrong.
What about the time she saved my outfit from being ruined with paint by putting herself in harm's way and therefore, her outfit got splattered with green paint instead of mine?
I stared at my milkshake and felt as guilty as anyone could ever imagine. "Larry, thanks, it's my favorite...but I can't drink this right now," I said.
He looked down but then said, "That's ok. I'll buy you one on the way out." And then he gulped down the milkshake.
We walked through the museum looking at a lot of different things. Larry talked non-stop, giving me his know-it-all facts about everything in the museum. I tried to listen, but it basically went in one ear and out the other. I only answered his questions that asked, "Isn't that interesting," or, "What do you think about that?" and I'd answer by shrugging my shoulders or nodding my head. I didn't intend to be rude or anything, I was just in a down mood.
After a while, Larry finally stopped talking. "Miranda, am I boring you?" he asked and looked me in the eyes. "Tell me the truth. 'Cuz if I am boring you, then I'll stop and we'll talk about something else."
To lie or not to lie? "Well, Larry, to tell you the truth, I am not into this science stuff as much as your are. To tell you the whole truth, I'm not into it at all," I said. I felt bad about it, even though I had told the truth. I knew he liked this stuff.
"That's ok," he said. He stared at me. Why wouldn't he just stop doing that? "You know, Miranda, you look beautiful tonight."
I don't like this topic of conversation; I don't like this topic of conversation. Let's go back to talking about starfish or whatever we were talking about before. Usually, this comment from a guy made me happy, made me feel special. But not from Larry. I remained in silence.
He came closer to me and touched my hair. I looked at him and then he came even closer to me and leaned in and gave me a kiss. I don't quite know how to describe it, but when he stopped I didn't feel anything. I felt no different. I guess we didn't have any chemistry. I remained in silence until I thought I saw a familiar character in the distance staring at us.
"Twitty!" I called out and then ran towards him to explain everything.
A/N: Yay! This chapter is the longest chapter I've written so far! I'm proud of myself. Even though it still isn't incredibly long, I like it. I really, really, try to make my chapters long, really I do. It's just...they never quite come out that way. I admire the people who update really, really fast and still have a huge chapter every time. Well, here's my second fanfic. I hope it's good. Let me know what ya think of it. If you have any better ideas for chapter names let me know. I try my best but just have a problem when it comes to chapter names. Thanx a lot. :-) Anywayz, please review!! Thanx and have a fab day! :-)
Thanx, supgirljen, for adding me and my story to your favs. I appreciate it so much and I really love the reviews you gave me and for helping me when I am at a loss for ideas! Thanx SO much!! Have a great day! :-)
A/N: Enjoy!
Chapter 5 MIRANDA'S POV:
Everything seemed to blend together like a smoothie that has all the wrong ingredients in it. Which, of course, made it totally disgusting.
The next day came and I woke up a little later than usual to go to school. Friday mornings were usually a day to look forward to because Saturday was a no school day. Today though, was a different story altogether. A day which I dreaded. A day which I came too quickly. A day which I knew would be a very long day that seemed unending. I basically figured that I would be right.
Get ready for school. Whoopee. All I had to look forward to was a date with Larry afterwards! Miranda! It's not a date. It's a get together of just being friends. Wait. He wasn't my friend anyway. He was just somebody I knew at school, an annoying person who wore the same thing everyday no matter what (except for some days recently). Who was Larry anyway? I kept asking myself these questions, trying to think of the real reason I was going out...I mean, hanging out with him. Well, I did feel a little sorry for him, I guess. No one ever wanted to go out or do anything with him. Now since he's changed a bit, more girls may be checking him out. I have to say that he's not bad looking at all. He's very cute, but that's not the reason I was hanging out with him after school today. At least, I didn't think it was the reason.
I looked through my closet and dresser and looked for something to wear. I wasn't quite sure what to wear. I didn't want to where anything that would be too attractive and lead him on; yet I didn't want to look like I got dressed in the dark.
Let's see...a pair of dark jeans with a solid forest green top...seems good to me. A nice belt completed my clothes. I decided to do my hair in two braids with a red ribbon woven into each braid. As for my makeup? Not nearly as much as I put on yesterday. It all looked fine to me.
At lunch, Lizzie totally ignored me. She didn't even say hi or anything when I sat down. Gordo looked at me and smiled. "Hey, Miranda. How are you today?" he asked.
"Hey, Gordo. I'm fine, I guess," I said. At least Gordo didn't seem hostile towards me. Good ol' Gordo.
Lizzie turned Gordo's head so that it was facing her. "Love you, baby," she said and gave him a kiss. When they were finished, she glanced at me and gave me a smirk. Then she went back to kissing Gordo.
Fine! Lizzie can be in one of her moods. I can be in one of mine too. I walked up to Lizzie with my carton of milk in hand. She didn't even notice me sneak up behind her. Neither did Gordo. They were too busy together.
I looked at Lizzie's backside and poured the milk down the back of her shirt. All of a sudden she released Gordo, looked back at me and screeched.
"Got milk?" I asked and gave her the same smirk she had given me earlier. Then I got the heck out of there.
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When Larry picked me up right near my locker after school was over, I wasn't ready. "Larry, I'll be back," I said and rushed to the nearest bathroom.
I could hear Larry saying, "I'll wait a million years for you, Miranda!"
I looked in the mirror and tried to convince myself that everything would be ok. Miranda, you and Larry are just going to "hang out." Hang out. Hang out. That was all. It's not a 'date', so there's nothing to worry about. Nothing in the entire world to worry about. I sighed and then contemplated whether or not to hide in the bathroom forever. After all, he said he'd wait a million years.
I finally decided that I should be brave and tough it out...besides, this night had to end sometime. "Might as well get it over with," I mumbled aloud to myself. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and walked out of the bathroom.
Sure enough, Larry was there waiting for me. If he didn't try to make any moves, or didn't drag on long boring conversations about chemicals and the like, maybe it might go smoothly. Like that would happen?
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We got to the museum in a jiffy and Larry insisted that we go to the café they had first. I agreed although I really didn't feel like eating.
"What do you want to order, my dear?" asked Larry as we arrived at the order station.
"I'll just have a hamburger and a medium coke, and I'm not you dear, thank you," I said. Maybe a little too rudely, but I was not his dear! I didn't want him calling me that. I was Miranda, and Miranda only to him.
"Oh! You're playing hard to get," he said.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. He just didn't get it, did he? It was useless. I wandered off and found us a table. Wait. I found Larry and me a table. That sounded better than "us." We weren't an "us." We were two individual people and were not to be even hinted at as being a pair.
I ate hardly anything at all, and drank even less. I didn't feel in a very happy mood, and being with Larry wasn't helping. Hey, he might even be the problem. Larry hogged down his food, then looked at me. In fact he stared at me for a minute. I was getting ready to tell him to knock it off, but then he left and talked to the checkout lady. He came back with a milkshake.
"Here, Miranda, I thought this would cheer you up," he said and handed me the milkshake. It was chocolate...my favorite.
Then I thought about how I had dumped milk on Lizzie during lunch. I had I acted without thinking, and never should have stooped that low. I knew how much it meant to Lizzie about being perfect...at least trying. She tried to look perfect everyday, and tried to act perfect by not tripping all over the place. She often failed, but at least she tried. She must've been angry that I poured milk on her cute outfit. She probably was hurt that I had done that to her. I know that I would've been if I were in her shoes. She hurt me by setting me up with Larry, suggesting that I couldn't get a boyfriend by myself, and by completely ignoring me. The last one hurt me the most. Yet I felt that I should have never poured milk down her shirt. It felt good at the moment....really good! But....it was wrong.
What about the time she saved my outfit from being ruined with paint by putting herself in harm's way and therefore, her outfit got splattered with green paint instead of mine?
I stared at my milkshake and felt as guilty as anyone could ever imagine. "Larry, thanks, it's my favorite...but I can't drink this right now," I said.
He looked down but then said, "That's ok. I'll buy you one on the way out." And then he gulped down the milkshake.
We walked through the museum looking at a lot of different things. Larry talked non-stop, giving me his know-it-all facts about everything in the museum. I tried to listen, but it basically went in one ear and out the other. I only answered his questions that asked, "Isn't that interesting," or, "What do you think about that?" and I'd answer by shrugging my shoulders or nodding my head. I didn't intend to be rude or anything, I was just in a down mood.
After a while, Larry finally stopped talking. "Miranda, am I boring you?" he asked and looked me in the eyes. "Tell me the truth. 'Cuz if I am boring you, then I'll stop and we'll talk about something else."
To lie or not to lie? "Well, Larry, to tell you the truth, I am not into this science stuff as much as your are. To tell you the whole truth, I'm not into it at all," I said. I felt bad about it, even though I had told the truth. I knew he liked this stuff.
"That's ok," he said. He stared at me. Why wouldn't he just stop doing that? "You know, Miranda, you look beautiful tonight."
I don't like this topic of conversation; I don't like this topic of conversation. Let's go back to talking about starfish or whatever we were talking about before. Usually, this comment from a guy made me happy, made me feel special. But not from Larry. I remained in silence.
He came closer to me and touched my hair. I looked at him and then he came even closer to me and leaned in and gave me a kiss. I don't quite know how to describe it, but when he stopped I didn't feel anything. I felt no different. I guess we didn't have any chemistry. I remained in silence until I thought I saw a familiar character in the distance staring at us.
"Twitty!" I called out and then ran towards him to explain everything.
A/N: Yay! This chapter is the longest chapter I've written so far! I'm proud of myself. Even though it still isn't incredibly long, I like it. I really, really, try to make my chapters long, really I do. It's just...they never quite come out that way. I admire the people who update really, really fast and still have a huge chapter every time. Well, here's my second fanfic. I hope it's good. Let me know what ya think of it. If you have any better ideas for chapter names let me know. I try my best but just have a problem when it comes to chapter names. Thanx a lot. :-) Anywayz, please review!! Thanx and have a fab day! :-)
Thanx, supgirljen, for adding me and my story to your favs. I appreciate it so much and I really love the reviews you gave me and for helping me when I am at a loss for ideas! Thanx SO much!! Have a great day! :-)