Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters in this
story. I don't own the songs in this chapter either. Heck, I don't own
anything.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 9 MIRANDA'S POV:
I had heard from Twitty in the middle of the week, and we decided to go to the Digital Bean. Before we were to go to the Digital Bean, we were going to meet at my house. Twitty insisted on hearing me play on the violin.
I fixed up myself extra special the morning of the "date." At least, I hoped that Twitty considered it a date. I knew I wanted it to be.
I sighed and looked in the mirror. Did I look good enough for Twitty? Was the makeup possibly overdone, or was it just right? Was there anything caught in my teeth that would gross him out? Was I slender enough? I sighed and look down at my stomach. Gordo and Lizzie had been through this with me already, the time when I had gone on a diet. They said I perfectly fine, and convinced me. Yet today, I looked in the mirror and wondered if it was true.
The hair looked good. What more could I say? Appearance seems to be everything, even despite what Gordo says. Well, I think inner beauty has a lot to do with what people make of you as well.
I checked over my clothing, and smoothed out the wrinkles. I was wearing a white blouse and a red skirt. For some annoying reason, the blouse seemed to be wrinkle prone.
"Miranda!" yelled my mom.
I did I quick check in the mirror again, and then ran to the front door. There was Twitty. He looked absolutely awesome. He always does, but today he seemed different that usual. "H-Hey," I stuttered. I felt like slapping myself upside the head. Stuttering was always a thing that seemed to happen around cute guys. I felt a pounding in my heart. "Come into the living room," I said.
He followed me, and we sat on the couch. "Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine," he said.
"Well, I dunno about you, but I'm thirsty. Let's have some iced tea," I said, "We just made it."
I came back quickly with the iced tea. "Thanks," he said.
"Sure," I replied.
It seemed like he finished the iced tea in one gulp. "Hey! I thought you said you were fine," I teased.
He laughed. "Well, I was, but this iced tea is so good."
"Thanks. Anything else?" I asked.
He smiled. "I would like to hear you play the violin," he said.
I got up, and when and got my violin. I played a song that I had memorized. Then I played another piece.
When I was finished, Twitty clapped. "You're very good," he said.
"Thanks. The first song was called, 'San Antonio Rose,' and the second was a concerto by Accolay," I said. I was actually very happy with how I had played the piece by Accolay. It had taken me a while to master that one, because it went so high up. It was probably the most difficult piece I had tackled yet. Even though I had gotten it, I had that occasions when I wouldn't reach the note quite high enough. And by not reaching high enough, that drastically changes the whole sound. I was happy that I hadn't had one of those occasions when I played for Twitty.
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Later we went to the Digital Bean. We enjoyed a nice conversation over a couple of café mochas. "You have to come up to my place sometime. I can show you around town," he said.
"I'd love that," I said.
I saw Lizzie and Gordo walk into the Digital Bean. There were a lot of teens there. That was the typical place to go. It was a great hang out. Lizzie waved, so I waved back. Twitty looked back. "Hey, she's your friend, isn't she?" he asked.
I nodded then beckoned to Lizzie to come over. So, Gordo came with her. "Hey you, guys," I said. "Have both of you met Twitty?"
"I know I've met Lizzie," said Twitty.
"Well, this is Gordo," said Lizzie.
"Nice to meet you," said Gordo, shaking Twitty's hand.
"Well, Gordo and I are gonna go get some drinks and stuff, so we'll see y'all later," said Lizzie. And then she and Gordo walked off.
"So, what things do you like to do besides playing the guitar?" I asked.
"I like surfing," he said.
"That's so cool!" I said.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Well, I don't surf," I said. Then I thought about what to say next. Hmm, what else to I like to do? Shop, talk about boys, hang out with my friends, and talk on the phone. Hmm, the first two of which guys don't particularly enjoy. I had learned that from Gordo. Poor Gordo. "Um, I like shopping. Which, I guess is a typical girl thing," I said.
He laughed. "Have any siblings?" he asked.
"No, and I'm trying to figure out whether that's a good thing or not," I said. I had had plenty of negative thinking about siblings, since Matt seemed like such a pain. Lizzie said he was, and I could basically figure that out. Yet, I thought it might be fun having a sibling...a little brother or a little sister, maybe. I was pretty content with my friends though.
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The rest of the evening passed away as quickly as it had begun. I felt more and more at ease, and the night I spent with Twitty seemed to fade away.
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When we drove home, we sat in the drive way for a while talking. "You have to come up sometime to my place," he said.
"I'd love to," I said. I repeated myself from earlier in the night. "Thanks so much for dinner tonight."
"Hey, no problem. The least I can do for you," he said. I smiled and blushed. I had hoped he really meant it.
Then there was a silence following. Twitty came closer to me. I felt it was going to happen, as we both slowly leaned in.
Then as we were about to meet each other's lips, the garage door started opening and we both jerked back. It was my dad. I groaned inside. Why now? Why did he have to ruin what could have been Twitty's and mine first kiss?
My dad waved. Twitty and I sat still in our seats. "I was just checking on you," he yelled, "It's getting late." I was so embarrassed. Didn't he get it? I was on a date. I rolled my eyes.
"I better go," I said.
"Goodnight. Catch ya later," he said.
I gave him a quick smile even though I was steaming with embarrassment and mortification. "Yeah," I said, "Goodnight."
Then I shut the door and slowly starting walking towards the house. I watched him as he drove down the street. Even though my dad had wrecked a great moment, I had still enjoyed my night. I fingered the necklace that was fastened around my neck and sighed. I think I'm in love with Twitty.
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A/N: I have a million sorry's to say for not posting for so long. Please forgive me. I was really in a stuck position with stupid writer's block. I can foresee that the next chapter will be a problem for me too. If you have any ideas, please, please, please let me know when you review. Any ideas for the next chapter would help me greatly. It might help me get the next chapter posted quicker too. I hope that y'all liked this chapter. I had a real problem writing it. It didn't flow to me as well as the other one's. I still hope you enjoy it. I just had to have Mr. Sanchez interrupt Miranda and Twitty's would be first kiss. It seemed like a typical dad thing that I had to put in. As for the songs in this chapter: I wish I could play that concerto by Accolay. It's Concerto 1 in A minor. It's very beautiful, and I have been working on it forever. It still isn't right. I'll be able to play it someday. (I hope that someday is soon.) Well, here's my second fanfic. I hope it's good. Let me know what ya think of it. Thanx a lot. :-) Anywayz, please review!! Thanx and have a fab day! :-)
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 9 MIRANDA'S POV:
I had heard from Twitty in the middle of the week, and we decided to go to the Digital Bean. Before we were to go to the Digital Bean, we were going to meet at my house. Twitty insisted on hearing me play on the violin.
I fixed up myself extra special the morning of the "date." At least, I hoped that Twitty considered it a date. I knew I wanted it to be.
I sighed and looked in the mirror. Did I look good enough for Twitty? Was the makeup possibly overdone, or was it just right? Was there anything caught in my teeth that would gross him out? Was I slender enough? I sighed and look down at my stomach. Gordo and Lizzie had been through this with me already, the time when I had gone on a diet. They said I perfectly fine, and convinced me. Yet today, I looked in the mirror and wondered if it was true.
The hair looked good. What more could I say? Appearance seems to be everything, even despite what Gordo says. Well, I think inner beauty has a lot to do with what people make of you as well.
I checked over my clothing, and smoothed out the wrinkles. I was wearing a white blouse and a red skirt. For some annoying reason, the blouse seemed to be wrinkle prone.
"Miranda!" yelled my mom.
I did I quick check in the mirror again, and then ran to the front door. There was Twitty. He looked absolutely awesome. He always does, but today he seemed different that usual. "H-Hey," I stuttered. I felt like slapping myself upside the head. Stuttering was always a thing that seemed to happen around cute guys. I felt a pounding in my heart. "Come into the living room," I said.
He followed me, and we sat on the couch. "Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine," he said.
"Well, I dunno about you, but I'm thirsty. Let's have some iced tea," I said, "We just made it."
I came back quickly with the iced tea. "Thanks," he said.
"Sure," I replied.
It seemed like he finished the iced tea in one gulp. "Hey! I thought you said you were fine," I teased.
He laughed. "Well, I was, but this iced tea is so good."
"Thanks. Anything else?" I asked.
He smiled. "I would like to hear you play the violin," he said.
I got up, and when and got my violin. I played a song that I had memorized. Then I played another piece.
When I was finished, Twitty clapped. "You're very good," he said.
"Thanks. The first song was called, 'San Antonio Rose,' and the second was a concerto by Accolay," I said. I was actually very happy with how I had played the piece by Accolay. It had taken me a while to master that one, because it went so high up. It was probably the most difficult piece I had tackled yet. Even though I had gotten it, I had that occasions when I wouldn't reach the note quite high enough. And by not reaching high enough, that drastically changes the whole sound. I was happy that I hadn't had one of those occasions when I played for Twitty.
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Later we went to the Digital Bean. We enjoyed a nice conversation over a couple of café mochas. "You have to come up to my place sometime. I can show you around town," he said.
"I'd love that," I said.
I saw Lizzie and Gordo walk into the Digital Bean. There were a lot of teens there. That was the typical place to go. It was a great hang out. Lizzie waved, so I waved back. Twitty looked back. "Hey, she's your friend, isn't she?" he asked.
I nodded then beckoned to Lizzie to come over. So, Gordo came with her. "Hey you, guys," I said. "Have both of you met Twitty?"
"I know I've met Lizzie," said Twitty.
"Well, this is Gordo," said Lizzie.
"Nice to meet you," said Gordo, shaking Twitty's hand.
"Well, Gordo and I are gonna go get some drinks and stuff, so we'll see y'all later," said Lizzie. And then she and Gordo walked off.
"So, what things do you like to do besides playing the guitar?" I asked.
"I like surfing," he said.
"That's so cool!" I said.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Well, I don't surf," I said. Then I thought about what to say next. Hmm, what else to I like to do? Shop, talk about boys, hang out with my friends, and talk on the phone. Hmm, the first two of which guys don't particularly enjoy. I had learned that from Gordo. Poor Gordo. "Um, I like shopping. Which, I guess is a typical girl thing," I said.
He laughed. "Have any siblings?" he asked.
"No, and I'm trying to figure out whether that's a good thing or not," I said. I had had plenty of negative thinking about siblings, since Matt seemed like such a pain. Lizzie said he was, and I could basically figure that out. Yet, I thought it might be fun having a sibling...a little brother or a little sister, maybe. I was pretty content with my friends though.
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The rest of the evening passed away as quickly as it had begun. I felt more and more at ease, and the night I spent with Twitty seemed to fade away.
*********************************
When we drove home, we sat in the drive way for a while talking. "You have to come up sometime to my place," he said.
"I'd love to," I said. I repeated myself from earlier in the night. "Thanks so much for dinner tonight."
"Hey, no problem. The least I can do for you," he said. I smiled and blushed. I had hoped he really meant it.
Then there was a silence following. Twitty came closer to me. I felt it was going to happen, as we both slowly leaned in.
Then as we were about to meet each other's lips, the garage door started opening and we both jerked back. It was my dad. I groaned inside. Why now? Why did he have to ruin what could have been Twitty's and mine first kiss?
My dad waved. Twitty and I sat still in our seats. "I was just checking on you," he yelled, "It's getting late." I was so embarrassed. Didn't he get it? I was on a date. I rolled my eyes.
"I better go," I said.
"Goodnight. Catch ya later," he said.
I gave him a quick smile even though I was steaming with embarrassment and mortification. "Yeah," I said, "Goodnight."
Then I shut the door and slowly starting walking towards the house. I watched him as he drove down the street. Even though my dad had wrecked a great moment, I had still enjoyed my night. I fingered the necklace that was fastened around my neck and sighed. I think I'm in love with Twitty.
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A/N: I have a million sorry's to say for not posting for so long. Please forgive me. I was really in a stuck position with stupid writer's block. I can foresee that the next chapter will be a problem for me too. If you have any ideas, please, please, please let me know when you review. Any ideas for the next chapter would help me greatly. It might help me get the next chapter posted quicker too. I hope that y'all liked this chapter. I had a real problem writing it. It didn't flow to me as well as the other one's. I still hope you enjoy it. I just had to have Mr. Sanchez interrupt Miranda and Twitty's would be first kiss. It seemed like a typical dad thing that I had to put in. As for the songs in this chapter: I wish I could play that concerto by Accolay. It's Concerto 1 in A minor. It's very beautiful, and I have been working on it forever. It still isn't right. I'll be able to play it someday. (I hope that someday is soon.) Well, here's my second fanfic. I hope it's good. Let me know what ya think of it. Thanx a lot. :-) Anywayz, please review!! Thanx and have a fab day! :-)