Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters in this
story. Heck, I don't own anything.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 11 NO POV:
She looked at the young couple holding hands. She didn't like it at all. She didn't like what she saw. Twitty was hers. She continued to keep a close eye on them. She snuck into a closer row, right behind them. When she saw them ready to kiss each other, that's when she decided that after the movie, she would make her appearance, and set things straight. That's when she decided that she needed to teach Twitty and his "girlfriend" a lesson. She sank back and felt angry and sad when their lips met. She couldn't take anymore of this. She had to break them up now, and teach them a lesson. She held back the tears. She must be strong.
She poked Twitty's shoulder when he and his girlfriend were kissing. Twitty seemed to be paying no attention. She sighed and poked at him again, this time harder. She whispered, "Mr. Twitty!" This time his stopped and looked around him.
"Allison! What are you doing here?" he asked.
MIRANDA'S POV:
Twitty and I stopped kissing when we heard someone whispering. I didn't want to stop. I loved being with Twitty and feeling his lips against mine. I had a boyfriend. Me, Miranda had a boyfriend. The most perfect boyfriend in the world.
"Allison! What are you doing here?" asked Twitty.
"Excuse me, Twitty, but who is *this*?" she asked and pointed towards me. She made it seem like I was a piece of dirt or something. I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
"This, Allison, is a wonderful person. Her name is Miranda and don't look at her like that," said Twitty.
"Excuse me, but I'm looking at her like anyone in MY position would!" she yelled. There were several hushes from the audience.
"Listen. We can talk about this later, ok? But right now I'd like to enjoy the rest of the movie with Miranda," he said. Then he turned around and faced the screen.
She grabbed hold of his shirt and spun him around. "Well you'd better be prepared to answer a few questions," she whispered, "cuz I'm gonna be waiting right here." Then she shoved Twitty and walked away.
I didn't know what to think. It seemed like Twitty had a little bit of explaining to do to me. "Twitty," I whispered in his ear, "Who was that and what did she want? What's going on?"
Twitty remained silent.
"Twitty! Who was that? What's going on? You have to let me know!" I whispered louder than before.
Twitty stirred in his seat, but didn't remove his eyes from the movie screen. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Don't worry about that now, Miranda. We'll talk about her later. Let's just enjoy the movie."
I wasn't satisfied with his answer, but decided to let it go for now. There's not...someone else, is there? I'd like to think there wasn't. I trusted Twitty. I looked at his face, and it looked troubled. I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
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"Miranda! Wake up. The movie's over," whispered Twitty. He gently shook me and I gave a little groan.
"Huh?" I murmured. Then I opened my eyes and looked at Twitty. I remembered where I was. I remembered what was going on, but I didn't instantly remember *her*. I smiled at Twitty. "Thanks for taking me here. I loved the movie. Twitty?" I asked. I wasn't sure what to do, and wasn't sure whether or not to ask him.
"What?" he asked.
"Are we...?" I asked but couldn't find the right words. I didn't know if he got my drift or not. But right when he was getting ready to answer, she walked up.
"Hold your tongue there, mister. You save all your talking for me, ok?" she asked. Then she walked with Twitty and me out to the parking lot.
"Won't you leave us alone?" he asked.
"No, Twitty. You and me, we're and 'us', not you and what's-her-face over there," she said in a disgusted tone.
"Excuse me? My name is Miranda, and what is going on here?" I asked.
"Well Twitty here, is my boyfriend, and I want him here. NOW!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked. I looked at Twitty.
"You skipped something, Allison. You are my ex girlfriend. Everything is over! Why won't you get that? I thought you realized that it wasn't working out. It never worked out, and it never will!" yelled Twitty.
"Seems like you're getting over the transition well, aren't you?" she asked in a snotty tone and pointed towards me.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Twitty, you know what I'm talking about. Twitty, you love me, you know you do," she said.
"What? You and me have been over for a long time," said Twitty.
"That's what you think, but I've thought about you ever since the day we broke up. It was a mistake Twitty...a mistake! Don't you know? No other guy is like you, and I need you back. I want you back. I love you, Twitty, and I'm not going to let you ignore me!" she sobbed, "I love you."
"Allison..." started Twitty.
"Don't ignore the fact. You can't hide from me. You can't hide from true love! It will seek you out!" she interrupted.
"But I don't..." started Twitty.
Allison interrupted again, "What you think you have with her is no love. You're just fooling yourself. She should wait, too. You," she said and pointed at me, "You should be cautious. Take it from somebody who knows. Twitty gets tired of you, he'll find somebody else...like he did with me."
"That's not true! You dumped me," said Twitty.
"Sure. Oh, wait. You must be getting me confused with someone else," she said.
"Someone else? There was only you," he said.
"Only me? So who is she?" asked Allison and pointed towards me.
"She's a friend," said Twitty quickly.
"A friend? Only a friend? Why did you kiss me then?" I asked.
"No, I didn't mean that. You're a good friend, a-a-a..." started Twitty.
I interrupted, "You can't even say it, can you? I thought I was more to you," I sobbed.
"You are," he said.
"You know what? I've gotta go," I said.
"You're right. Let's get in the car," he said.
I said quickly, "No! No, Twitty. I'm walking home."
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A/N: What did you think of this chapter? I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I'll really try to get it done sooner this time. I've been sick since Monday and have been in bed sick three times this week. It's really getting annoying. 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! :-)
Many thanx to everyone who responded to my question in a review! Thanx for letting me know Twitty's ex girlfriend's name was.
A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 11 NO POV:
She looked at the young couple holding hands. She didn't like it at all. She didn't like what she saw. Twitty was hers. She continued to keep a close eye on them. She snuck into a closer row, right behind them. When she saw them ready to kiss each other, that's when she decided that after the movie, she would make her appearance, and set things straight. That's when she decided that she needed to teach Twitty and his "girlfriend" a lesson. She sank back and felt angry and sad when their lips met. She couldn't take anymore of this. She had to break them up now, and teach them a lesson. She held back the tears. She must be strong.
She poked Twitty's shoulder when he and his girlfriend were kissing. Twitty seemed to be paying no attention. She sighed and poked at him again, this time harder. She whispered, "Mr. Twitty!" This time his stopped and looked around him.
"Allison! What are you doing here?" he asked.
MIRANDA'S POV:
Twitty and I stopped kissing when we heard someone whispering. I didn't want to stop. I loved being with Twitty and feeling his lips against mine. I had a boyfriend. Me, Miranda had a boyfriend. The most perfect boyfriend in the world.
"Allison! What are you doing here?" asked Twitty.
"Excuse me, Twitty, but who is *this*?" she asked and pointed towards me. She made it seem like I was a piece of dirt or something. I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
"This, Allison, is a wonderful person. Her name is Miranda and don't look at her like that," said Twitty.
"Excuse me, but I'm looking at her like anyone in MY position would!" she yelled. There were several hushes from the audience.
"Listen. We can talk about this later, ok? But right now I'd like to enjoy the rest of the movie with Miranda," he said. Then he turned around and faced the screen.
She grabbed hold of his shirt and spun him around. "Well you'd better be prepared to answer a few questions," she whispered, "cuz I'm gonna be waiting right here." Then she shoved Twitty and walked away.
I didn't know what to think. It seemed like Twitty had a little bit of explaining to do to me. "Twitty," I whispered in his ear, "Who was that and what did she want? What's going on?"
Twitty remained silent.
"Twitty! Who was that? What's going on? You have to let me know!" I whispered louder than before.
Twitty stirred in his seat, but didn't remove his eyes from the movie screen. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Don't worry about that now, Miranda. We'll talk about her later. Let's just enjoy the movie."
I wasn't satisfied with his answer, but decided to let it go for now. There's not...someone else, is there? I'd like to think there wasn't. I trusted Twitty. I looked at his face, and it looked troubled. I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
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"Miranda! Wake up. The movie's over," whispered Twitty. He gently shook me and I gave a little groan.
"Huh?" I murmured. Then I opened my eyes and looked at Twitty. I remembered where I was. I remembered what was going on, but I didn't instantly remember *her*. I smiled at Twitty. "Thanks for taking me here. I loved the movie. Twitty?" I asked. I wasn't sure what to do, and wasn't sure whether or not to ask him.
"What?" he asked.
"Are we...?" I asked but couldn't find the right words. I didn't know if he got my drift or not. But right when he was getting ready to answer, she walked up.
"Hold your tongue there, mister. You save all your talking for me, ok?" she asked. Then she walked with Twitty and me out to the parking lot.
"Won't you leave us alone?" he asked.
"No, Twitty. You and me, we're and 'us', not you and what's-her-face over there," she said in a disgusted tone.
"Excuse me? My name is Miranda, and what is going on here?" I asked.
"Well Twitty here, is my boyfriend, and I want him here. NOW!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked. I looked at Twitty.
"You skipped something, Allison. You are my ex girlfriend. Everything is over! Why won't you get that? I thought you realized that it wasn't working out. It never worked out, and it never will!" yelled Twitty.
"Seems like you're getting over the transition well, aren't you?" she asked in a snotty tone and pointed towards me.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Twitty, you know what I'm talking about. Twitty, you love me, you know you do," she said.
"What? You and me have been over for a long time," said Twitty.
"That's what you think, but I've thought about you ever since the day we broke up. It was a mistake Twitty...a mistake! Don't you know? No other guy is like you, and I need you back. I want you back. I love you, Twitty, and I'm not going to let you ignore me!" she sobbed, "I love you."
"Allison..." started Twitty.
"Don't ignore the fact. You can't hide from me. You can't hide from true love! It will seek you out!" she interrupted.
"But I don't..." started Twitty.
Allison interrupted again, "What you think you have with her is no love. You're just fooling yourself. She should wait, too. You," she said and pointed at me, "You should be cautious. Take it from somebody who knows. Twitty gets tired of you, he'll find somebody else...like he did with me."
"That's not true! You dumped me," said Twitty.
"Sure. Oh, wait. You must be getting me confused with someone else," she said.
"Someone else? There was only you," he said.
"Only me? So who is she?" asked Allison and pointed towards me.
"She's a friend," said Twitty quickly.
"A friend? Only a friend? Why did you kiss me then?" I asked.
"No, I didn't mean that. You're a good friend, a-a-a..." started Twitty.
I interrupted, "You can't even say it, can you? I thought I was more to you," I sobbed.
"You are," he said.
"You know what? I've gotta go," I said.
"You're right. Let's get in the car," he said.
I said quickly, "No! No, Twitty. I'm walking home."
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A/N: What did you think of this chapter? I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I'll really try to get it done sooner this time. I've been sick since Monday and have been in bed sick three times this week. It's really getting annoying. 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! :-)
Many thanx to everyone who responded to my question in a review! Thanx for letting me know Twitty's ex girlfriend's name was.