Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters in this
story.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 8 MIRANDA'S POV:
When I woke up the next morning, it was a Saturday. No getting ready for school or anything. I felt glad, but then I remembered about Lizzie. Would it be better for me to apologize in person or on the phone? For this, I think it would be better to apologize in person.
I looked at the clock: 10 am. I slept in late. I jumped out of bed and got ready. For once in my life, I didn't care what I put on...I just grabbed something from the closet and got dressed.
I picked up the phone and dialed the McGuire's number. "Hello?" asked Mrs. McGuire.
"Hi, Mrs. McGuire. Is Lizzie awake?" I asked.
"Yes, she is. Do you want me to go get her?" she responded.
"No, I was just wanting to see if I could come over," I said.
"Anytime," she said.
"Thanks. Bye," I said and hung up the phone.
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I rang on the doorbell. Matt answered the door. "Uh, yeah?" he asked. "Oh, Lizzie is up in her room. She's really cranky just to warn you," he said.
I heard Mrs. McGuire yell, "Matt!" in the background. I was wondering if she was upset because he was saying something about Lizzie, or if he had done something destructive.
I walked upstairs to Lizzie's room and knocked on the door. It was partially open. "Who's there?" she asked.
"It's Miranda," I said.
"GO AWAY!" she yelled and then the door was closed all the way. I went to open it, but it was locked. I sank down to the floor and leaned my back against the door. What do I do now that she was ticked off with me? I sighed. Should I go away and let her deal with it...or should I apologize as was planned?
"Lizzie...I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday at school. I didn't mean to do that...I wasn't thinking right," I said quietly, "and I really hope you'll forgive me."
Lizzie didn't respond. Everything was quiet. I felt really sad about it. I hoped that she would take my apology and take it seriously. Maybe she needed time to think about it, and maybe she just wanted to let our friendship go for a while. I hoped not.
After what seemed like forever, I got up to leave and go back home. As I started going down the stairs, Lizzie's door started to open. "Miranda, don't go. I'm sorry too. I should have never ever interfered and I'm sorry about that," she said in a cracked up voice. There were tears in her eyes. "I hate it when we fight, and I should've come to you first. Right away." Then she ran over to me and gave me a hug. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Friends again?" I asked.
"Friends," she agreed and smiled. "Hey, Miranda. I'm really sorry you had to go out with Larry."
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Well, I had my best friend back; I guess I should keep her somewhat "up to date." No pun intended either.
"It's ok. Larry? He's an ok guy, but we don't mix very well let's say. It was a total disaster. I-I, Larry, well, Twitty," I started but didn't know how to put it.
She looked at me questioningly.
I didn't know whether or not to tell her anymore. Would she give a darn if I told her about Twitty? I didn't know whether she'd care or not, but I wanted to tell someone. I didn't know if I should tell Gordo or not. I didn't know if he'd like my girl talk. It wasn't really girl talk though. I decided to tell Lizzie some of it. "Lizzie, I think I'm in love," I said.
She just looked at me. "That's great, Miranda, but I thought you just said that you didn't like Larry. You said something about how you two don't mix well," she said looking confused.
Gosh! Didn't she get anything anymore? "It's not Larry!" I yelled, "It's someone else."
"Oh. Who?" she asked.
"Remember that guy who we met on the street not that long ago? He was asking for directions," I said.
"Mmm hmm," she nodded.
"He is the nicest guy I've ever met. He's so cute, and he's just such a great person. I ran into him again at the museum when I hang out with Larry," I said, "and it was awful. It was actually then that I realized that I think I'm falling in love."
"I'm happy for you, Miranda," she said.
"I don't know if he feels the same way," I said. It was hard to face the reality that Twitty probably didn't feel the same way about me. "I've gotta go," I said and then gave her a hug. "I'll talk to ya later."
"Bye, Miranda," she said and walked down the stairs with me. She waved goodbye and then shut the door.
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When I got home, my mom told me that Twitty had called when I was gone. I dialed his number and called him back.
"Hey," he answered the phone.
"Hey, it's Miranda. Is this Twitty?" I asked. That was kind of dumb though, because I knew it was Twitty.
"Yeah. Whazzup?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Just returning your call. I was over at a friend's house," I said.
"I was wondering if we could get together next Saturday or something," he said.
"Sure, I'd love to. If you want, you can come over here and then we could go to the mall or something," I said. I remembered him saying that he'd like to hear me play the violin. "Or, if it's nice a walk around the park? We have a nice park around here."
"Yeah, that would be nice," he said, "So then, next week?"
"Next week. See you then," I said and then hung up the phone.
A whole week of waiting and then I was going to go somewhere with Twitty. I felt like it was a date. Had he asked me on a "date?" I wasn't sure, but I certainly hoped so. Anyway, it would be great being with him. All I had to do was wait one week.
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A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to post up this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! If any of you have any ideas for the next chapter, let me know. 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! :-)
REQUEST: One other question. I have a hard time making decisions, so would you please let me know where you think Twitty and Miranda should go for their first "date?" Thanx.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 8 MIRANDA'S POV:
When I woke up the next morning, it was a Saturday. No getting ready for school or anything. I felt glad, but then I remembered about Lizzie. Would it be better for me to apologize in person or on the phone? For this, I think it would be better to apologize in person.
I looked at the clock: 10 am. I slept in late. I jumped out of bed and got ready. For once in my life, I didn't care what I put on...I just grabbed something from the closet and got dressed.
I picked up the phone and dialed the McGuire's number. "Hello?" asked Mrs. McGuire.
"Hi, Mrs. McGuire. Is Lizzie awake?" I asked.
"Yes, she is. Do you want me to go get her?" she responded.
"No, I was just wanting to see if I could come over," I said.
"Anytime," she said.
"Thanks. Bye," I said and hung up the phone.
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I rang on the doorbell. Matt answered the door. "Uh, yeah?" he asked. "Oh, Lizzie is up in her room. She's really cranky just to warn you," he said.
I heard Mrs. McGuire yell, "Matt!" in the background. I was wondering if she was upset because he was saying something about Lizzie, or if he had done something destructive.
I walked upstairs to Lizzie's room and knocked on the door. It was partially open. "Who's there?" she asked.
"It's Miranda," I said.
"GO AWAY!" she yelled and then the door was closed all the way. I went to open it, but it was locked. I sank down to the floor and leaned my back against the door. What do I do now that she was ticked off with me? I sighed. Should I go away and let her deal with it...or should I apologize as was planned?
"Lizzie...I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday at school. I didn't mean to do that...I wasn't thinking right," I said quietly, "and I really hope you'll forgive me."
Lizzie didn't respond. Everything was quiet. I felt really sad about it. I hoped that she would take my apology and take it seriously. Maybe she needed time to think about it, and maybe she just wanted to let our friendship go for a while. I hoped not.
After what seemed like forever, I got up to leave and go back home. As I started going down the stairs, Lizzie's door started to open. "Miranda, don't go. I'm sorry too. I should have never ever interfered and I'm sorry about that," she said in a cracked up voice. There were tears in her eyes. "I hate it when we fight, and I should've come to you first. Right away." Then she ran over to me and gave me a hug. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Friends again?" I asked.
"Friends," she agreed and smiled. "Hey, Miranda. I'm really sorry you had to go out with Larry."
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Well, I had my best friend back; I guess I should keep her somewhat "up to date." No pun intended either.
"It's ok. Larry? He's an ok guy, but we don't mix very well let's say. It was a total disaster. I-I, Larry, well, Twitty," I started but didn't know how to put it.
She looked at me questioningly.
I didn't know whether or not to tell her anymore. Would she give a darn if I told her about Twitty? I didn't know whether she'd care or not, but I wanted to tell someone. I didn't know if I should tell Gordo or not. I didn't know if he'd like my girl talk. It wasn't really girl talk though. I decided to tell Lizzie some of it. "Lizzie, I think I'm in love," I said.
She just looked at me. "That's great, Miranda, but I thought you just said that you didn't like Larry. You said something about how you two don't mix well," she said looking confused.
Gosh! Didn't she get anything anymore? "It's not Larry!" I yelled, "It's someone else."
"Oh. Who?" she asked.
"Remember that guy who we met on the street not that long ago? He was asking for directions," I said.
"Mmm hmm," she nodded.
"He is the nicest guy I've ever met. He's so cute, and he's just such a great person. I ran into him again at the museum when I hang out with Larry," I said, "and it was awful. It was actually then that I realized that I think I'm falling in love."
"I'm happy for you, Miranda," she said.
"I don't know if he feels the same way," I said. It was hard to face the reality that Twitty probably didn't feel the same way about me. "I've gotta go," I said and then gave her a hug. "I'll talk to ya later."
"Bye, Miranda," she said and walked down the stairs with me. She waved goodbye and then shut the door.
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When I got home, my mom told me that Twitty had called when I was gone. I dialed his number and called him back.
"Hey," he answered the phone.
"Hey, it's Miranda. Is this Twitty?" I asked. That was kind of dumb though, because I knew it was Twitty.
"Yeah. Whazzup?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Just returning your call. I was over at a friend's house," I said.
"I was wondering if we could get together next Saturday or something," he said.
"Sure, I'd love to. If you want, you can come over here and then we could go to the mall or something," I said. I remembered him saying that he'd like to hear me play the violin. "Or, if it's nice a walk around the park? We have a nice park around here."
"Yeah, that would be nice," he said, "So then, next week?"
"Next week. See you then," I said and then hung up the phone.
A whole week of waiting and then I was going to go somewhere with Twitty. I felt like it was a date. Had he asked me on a "date?" I wasn't sure, but I certainly hoped so. Anyway, it would be great being with him. All I had to do was wait one week.
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A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to post up this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! If any of you have any ideas for the next chapter, let me know. 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! :-)
REQUEST: One other question. I have a hard time making decisions, so would you please let me know where you think Twitty and Miranda should go for their first "date?" Thanx.