Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters in this
story. I don't own "Return of the King," which is referenced to in this
chapter. Heck, I don't own anything.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 10 MIRANDA'S POV:
As angry as I was about my dad interrupting the night of my date with Twitty, I still had a great time. Even with the mortification of my dad checking up on me. It was a night to remember. It was kind of magical. Even though our lips didn't meet, I still felt something going on between us.
The phone started ringing early in the morning on a weekend. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Miranda! How did it go? You evening with Twitty?" she asked. She was speaking in an excited I-can't-wait-to-hear-the-news voice.
"It went fine," I said. I wondered if I should give many details such as how my dad interrupted me. I decided to keep the could-have-been kiss to myself. She was my best friend, but I did want to keep some things secret.
"That's all?" she asked impatiently.
"Well, you saw us at the Digital Bean. Prior to that we went to my house and I played the violin for him," I explained.
"Oh, how sweet!" exclaimed Lizzie.
"It was cool," I said quietly.
"I remember Gordo's and mine's first official date!" she said happily.
"Aw, c'mon and tell me. You probably told me before, but I wanna hear again," I said. I felt like hearing something romantic.
"Well, Gordo took me to McDonalds'. I know you're probably like, 'Oh McDonalds, oh how romantic,' but it really was! We each got a burger, some fries, and a coke. It was his treat. The way he looked me in the eyes..." said Lizzie. She started drifting off as if in sleep. The other end of the line became silent.
"Uh, Lizzie?" I asked.
"Huh...oh! Yeah. Sorry," she said.
"I thought I lost you there for a second," I teased.
"Where did I leave off anyway?" she asked.
"Something about his eyes..." I said, but Lizzie cut me off.
"Oh yeah. The way he looked me in the eyes! The way he still looks me in the eyes...it's like falling for each other the first time every time. I didn't think that I'd ever be talking about my best friend- my best friend! Gordo! In this way...ever," she said.
"It was meant to be. You guys are absolutely perfect for each other. And who better to be in love with than your best friend?" I asked. I was one of the people in school who caught Gordo and Lizzie being together early on. It was absolute destiny. They never caught on and realized it until so late. Each looking for love, when all they needed to look at was each other. I caught more hints from Gordo though.
"Hey, Miranda?" she asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Um-uh-um...you don't feel, you know...left out or anything do you?" she asked stuttering and seeming unsure of what she was going to say.
"No, I don't," I lied, "Why should I?"
"Well, with Gordo and me being together, I don't really want to feel like the third wheel all the time..." she said.
"Even though I am..." I said quietly.
"Huh? What did you say?" she asked quickly.
"N-n-nothing," I lied again.
She sighed. "If ever you feel totally left out, let me know ok? I don't want you to feel like you're forgotten, because you're not," she said. She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself of what she was telling me.
It's not that I didn't feel happy for her and Gordo. It's not that I didn't want them to have each other. It wasn't like that at all. No matter what Lizzie said, although I knew that she meant well, the three amigos would never be the same. Even though I tried not to act it, I often felt like the third wheel. Although, it wasn't the first time, it still made me feel sad sometimes. Gordo and Lizzie had always been closer than me. I know what I feel sounds selfish, but I can't help feel this way. I still feel very happy for them, and I always will.
"Miranda? Are you there?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry," I said. I had gotten so wrapped up in thought that I almost forgot I was on the phone, which is unusual.
"That's ok. Well, I'd better go now. I'm meeting Gordo at the Digital Bean in less than an hour. I still need to put on something decent...do you wanna come?" she asked.
"No, I've got stuff to do. Have a great time," I said. I had lied...again. I didn't recall anything else I had to do. I didn't want to wreck Lizzie and Gordo's time. She probably just asked me along so that I didn't feel left out.
"I'll talk to you later," she said.
"Ok. Bye," I said. Then we both hung up the phone. I sighed and flopped down on my bed and looked up towards the ceiling. I had no idea what to do. Homework was no option to day, since I was lazy. I could clean? No, that's ok. I'll restrain myself. All of a sudden I heard a knock on my door and I jumped.
"Miranda, dear?" asked my mom, "I'm going shopping, do you want to come along?"
"No thanks," I said.
"Oh, ok. Is there anything you want me to get you?" she asked.
"No thanks," I said again.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
She nodded her head, smiled and then closed the door. Then, two seconds later, she opened it again. I sat up in bed. She looked at me with a concerned face. "Is everything alright?" she asked quietly.
"Si," I said.
She gave me a questioning look, and then shut the door once more.
I was ok. Why wouldn't I be?
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I woke up about two hours later. I had fallen asleep, and started to get a little chilly. I searched for the blankets, but when I couldn't put my hand on them, I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked at the clock. Only two hours of sleep? It seemed like I had slept all night. I smelled a wonderful aroma. "Mmm, cookies," I said aloud. I rubbed my eyes again. I wanted to call Twitty, but I didn't want him to think that I was desperate for him, talking to him almost everyday. I thought about it for a couple more minutes. "Ah, let him think I'm desperate," I said aloud, and then I picked up the phone.
"Hey, Twitty?" I asked as someone picked up the phone.
"Hey," he said.
"It's me, Miranda. I was just calling to say hi," I said.
"Hi. So what are you doing today?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Well, nothing at all," I said
"Same here," he said. "All I'm doing is reading comics."
"Do you wanna...do something?" I asked.
"You and me?" he asked.
"Yeah. We could hang out somewhere," I said.
"Do you wanna go to the movies?" he asked.
"Sure!" I exclaimed.
"Where do you wanna meet?" he asked.
"Well, if my d-, I mean, why don't you choose?" I asked. I almost thought of my dad dropping me off at Twitty's. That would be embarrassing.
"I'll pick you up then," he said, "I'll see you in a bit then?"
"See you," I said and then I hung up.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad making cookies. "Wow, Dad, cookies," I said. Amazed that he was making some.
"I made them just for you! Well...and some for me too...do you want to try one?" he asked.
"Just one," I said and picked up a warm cookie from the cooling rack. It was nice and soft. Just the way I liked it.
"Dad? Twitty's going to pick me up and we're going to a movie," I said.
"Don't be long," he said. "Wait. What movie are you going to see?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe we'll see Return of the King," I said.
"But you've already seen that two times," he said.
"What? I like that movie," I said while chomping down on the cookie.
"Ok, ok. Just be careful, ok?" he asked.
"About what?" I asked.
"Be careful with yourself," he warned again.
"Daddy...if you mean Twitty, he's a really great guy," I said.
"I know, I know, he seems like a nice kid. I just don't want my baby getting hurt," he said and patted my shoulder.
"Dad, I'm not your baby girl anymore," I said.
"I know. You're growing up too fast. It was just yesterday that your mom and I had to change you diapers, and now look at you! All grown up now," he said. I rolled my eyes and looked down at the ground. I hated it when parents did this. And it seemed that as you got older, the more they did it.
I heard a ring on the doorbell. "That must be Twitty," I said.
"Go have fun," he said. Then he kissed my forehead gently. "Remember what I said."
I ran off and answered the doorbell.
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"So, what movie do you want to see?" he asked.
"Return of the King," I said with no hesitation.
He smiled. My knees turned to jello. "Return of the King it is then," he said.
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NO POV:
Miranda and Twitty sat in the movie theater "watching" the movie, but took frequent glances at each other. Sometimes, their eyes would meet and lock. Then they would stay locked for a couple of seconds. Each of them would smile and then they'd look back briefly at the movie screen.
About half way into the movie, Twitty took Miranda's hand in his. Miranda looked into his eyes and smiled. Miranda knew that she was in love with Twitty. Twitty could feel that Miranda was the one for him. Both of them felt very happy being around one another. Both of them felt that they were meant to be, but they just didn't know how to tell each other. They felt fine for now though, just being together.
Someone in the theater wasn't sharing Miranda and Twitty's happiness. Sitting just a couple of rows behind them, was a person watching their every move...watching and waiting for the perfect time to break their happiness.
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A/N: PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! If any of your remember Twitty's ex- girlfriend's name, please let me know. She was in the episode, "Boy on Rock," if you don't remember who she is. I can't remember her name. Or, should I create a character? If so, please let me know what her name should be! 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! :-)
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed my story so far!
To artsigirl16: Thanx SO much for all of your reviews! I was really surprised when I checked my email and saw that many! I was really hoping for more reviews on this story, and you made my day! Thanx for the suggestion on the ex-girlfriend. I'm using it. Please let me know if you know the name of his exgirlfriend in the show, or if I should do a new character. If I do a new character, what should her name be? Thanx again.
To blahthepickles: Thanx for you review! Hey, I know what you mean about getting hooked on a story and then they never update. I'll try not to let that happen.
To 13itterSweet: Thanx for your review! I appreciate it.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 10 MIRANDA'S POV:
As angry as I was about my dad interrupting the night of my date with Twitty, I still had a great time. Even with the mortification of my dad checking up on me. It was a night to remember. It was kind of magical. Even though our lips didn't meet, I still felt something going on between us.
The phone started ringing early in the morning on a weekend. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Miranda! How did it go? You evening with Twitty?" she asked. She was speaking in an excited I-can't-wait-to-hear-the-news voice.
"It went fine," I said. I wondered if I should give many details such as how my dad interrupted me. I decided to keep the could-have-been kiss to myself. She was my best friend, but I did want to keep some things secret.
"That's all?" she asked impatiently.
"Well, you saw us at the Digital Bean. Prior to that we went to my house and I played the violin for him," I explained.
"Oh, how sweet!" exclaimed Lizzie.
"It was cool," I said quietly.
"I remember Gordo's and mine's first official date!" she said happily.
"Aw, c'mon and tell me. You probably told me before, but I wanna hear again," I said. I felt like hearing something romantic.
"Well, Gordo took me to McDonalds'. I know you're probably like, 'Oh McDonalds, oh how romantic,' but it really was! We each got a burger, some fries, and a coke. It was his treat. The way he looked me in the eyes..." said Lizzie. She started drifting off as if in sleep. The other end of the line became silent.
"Uh, Lizzie?" I asked.
"Huh...oh! Yeah. Sorry," she said.
"I thought I lost you there for a second," I teased.
"Where did I leave off anyway?" she asked.
"Something about his eyes..." I said, but Lizzie cut me off.
"Oh yeah. The way he looked me in the eyes! The way he still looks me in the eyes...it's like falling for each other the first time every time. I didn't think that I'd ever be talking about my best friend- my best friend! Gordo! In this way...ever," she said.
"It was meant to be. You guys are absolutely perfect for each other. And who better to be in love with than your best friend?" I asked. I was one of the people in school who caught Gordo and Lizzie being together early on. It was absolute destiny. They never caught on and realized it until so late. Each looking for love, when all they needed to look at was each other. I caught more hints from Gordo though.
"Hey, Miranda?" she asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Um-uh-um...you don't feel, you know...left out or anything do you?" she asked stuttering and seeming unsure of what she was going to say.
"No, I don't," I lied, "Why should I?"
"Well, with Gordo and me being together, I don't really want to feel like the third wheel all the time..." she said.
"Even though I am..." I said quietly.
"Huh? What did you say?" she asked quickly.
"N-n-nothing," I lied again.
She sighed. "If ever you feel totally left out, let me know ok? I don't want you to feel like you're forgotten, because you're not," she said. She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself of what she was telling me.
It's not that I didn't feel happy for her and Gordo. It's not that I didn't want them to have each other. It wasn't like that at all. No matter what Lizzie said, although I knew that she meant well, the three amigos would never be the same. Even though I tried not to act it, I often felt like the third wheel. Although, it wasn't the first time, it still made me feel sad sometimes. Gordo and Lizzie had always been closer than me. I know what I feel sounds selfish, but I can't help feel this way. I still feel very happy for them, and I always will.
"Miranda? Are you there?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry," I said. I had gotten so wrapped up in thought that I almost forgot I was on the phone, which is unusual.
"That's ok. Well, I'd better go now. I'm meeting Gordo at the Digital Bean in less than an hour. I still need to put on something decent...do you wanna come?" she asked.
"No, I've got stuff to do. Have a great time," I said. I had lied...again. I didn't recall anything else I had to do. I didn't want to wreck Lizzie and Gordo's time. She probably just asked me along so that I didn't feel left out.
"I'll talk to you later," she said.
"Ok. Bye," I said. Then we both hung up the phone. I sighed and flopped down on my bed and looked up towards the ceiling. I had no idea what to do. Homework was no option to day, since I was lazy. I could clean? No, that's ok. I'll restrain myself. All of a sudden I heard a knock on my door and I jumped.
"Miranda, dear?" asked my mom, "I'm going shopping, do you want to come along?"
"No thanks," I said.
"Oh, ok. Is there anything you want me to get you?" she asked.
"No thanks," I said again.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
She nodded her head, smiled and then closed the door. Then, two seconds later, she opened it again. I sat up in bed. She looked at me with a concerned face. "Is everything alright?" she asked quietly.
"Si," I said.
She gave me a questioning look, and then shut the door once more.
I was ok. Why wouldn't I be?
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I woke up about two hours later. I had fallen asleep, and started to get a little chilly. I searched for the blankets, but when I couldn't put my hand on them, I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked at the clock. Only two hours of sleep? It seemed like I had slept all night. I smelled a wonderful aroma. "Mmm, cookies," I said aloud. I rubbed my eyes again. I wanted to call Twitty, but I didn't want him to think that I was desperate for him, talking to him almost everyday. I thought about it for a couple more minutes. "Ah, let him think I'm desperate," I said aloud, and then I picked up the phone.
"Hey, Twitty?" I asked as someone picked up the phone.
"Hey," he said.
"It's me, Miranda. I was just calling to say hi," I said.
"Hi. So what are you doing today?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Well, nothing at all," I said
"Same here," he said. "All I'm doing is reading comics."
"Do you wanna...do something?" I asked.
"You and me?" he asked.
"Yeah. We could hang out somewhere," I said.
"Do you wanna go to the movies?" he asked.
"Sure!" I exclaimed.
"Where do you wanna meet?" he asked.
"Well, if my d-, I mean, why don't you choose?" I asked. I almost thought of my dad dropping me off at Twitty's. That would be embarrassing.
"I'll pick you up then," he said, "I'll see you in a bit then?"
"See you," I said and then I hung up.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad making cookies. "Wow, Dad, cookies," I said. Amazed that he was making some.
"I made them just for you! Well...and some for me too...do you want to try one?" he asked.
"Just one," I said and picked up a warm cookie from the cooling rack. It was nice and soft. Just the way I liked it.
"Dad? Twitty's going to pick me up and we're going to a movie," I said.
"Don't be long," he said. "Wait. What movie are you going to see?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe we'll see Return of the King," I said.
"But you've already seen that two times," he said.
"What? I like that movie," I said while chomping down on the cookie.
"Ok, ok. Just be careful, ok?" he asked.
"About what?" I asked.
"Be careful with yourself," he warned again.
"Daddy...if you mean Twitty, he's a really great guy," I said.
"I know, I know, he seems like a nice kid. I just don't want my baby getting hurt," he said and patted my shoulder.
"Dad, I'm not your baby girl anymore," I said.
"I know. You're growing up too fast. It was just yesterday that your mom and I had to change you diapers, and now look at you! All grown up now," he said. I rolled my eyes and looked down at the ground. I hated it when parents did this. And it seemed that as you got older, the more they did it.
I heard a ring on the doorbell. "That must be Twitty," I said.
"Go have fun," he said. Then he kissed my forehead gently. "Remember what I said."
I ran off and answered the doorbell.
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"So, what movie do you want to see?" he asked.
"Return of the King," I said with no hesitation.
He smiled. My knees turned to jello. "Return of the King it is then," he said.
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NO POV:
Miranda and Twitty sat in the movie theater "watching" the movie, but took frequent glances at each other. Sometimes, their eyes would meet and lock. Then they would stay locked for a couple of seconds. Each of them would smile and then they'd look back briefly at the movie screen.
About half way into the movie, Twitty took Miranda's hand in his. Miranda looked into his eyes and smiled. Miranda knew that she was in love with Twitty. Twitty could feel that Miranda was the one for him. Both of them felt very happy being around one another. Both of them felt that they were meant to be, but they just didn't know how to tell each other. They felt fine for now though, just being together.
Someone in the theater wasn't sharing Miranda and Twitty's happiness. Sitting just a couple of rows behind them, was a person watching their every move...watching and waiting for the perfect time to break their happiness.
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A/N: PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! If any of your remember Twitty's ex- girlfriend's name, please let me know. She was in the episode, "Boy on Rock," if you don't remember who she is. I can't remember her name. Or, should I create a character? If so, please let me know what her name should be! 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! :-)
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed my story so far!
To artsigirl16: Thanx SO much for all of your reviews! I was really surprised when I checked my email and saw that many! I was really hoping for more reviews on this story, and you made my day! Thanx for the suggestion on the ex-girlfriend. I'm using it. Please let me know if you know the name of his exgirlfriend in the show, or if I should do a new character. If I do a new character, what should her name be? Thanx again.
To blahthepickles: Thanx for you review! Hey, I know what you mean about getting hooked on a story and then they never update. I'll try not to let that happen.
To 13itterSweet: Thanx for your review! I appreciate it.