Disclaimer: I don't own the Lizzie McGuire characters, nor the Even Stevens
characters. Surprising, isn't it?
A/N: This story is a sequel to my story "Miranda Meets Twitty." To understand this, you probably should read that first. I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1
MIRANDA'S POV:
"Oh my gosh, Miranda! How do I look?" asked Lizzie. Lizzie was my best friend in the whole world, and today, was her wedding day. Tiny little blonde ringlets covered her head, and she was wearing the loveliest white wedding dress. The short sleeves rode just below shoulders, and the front was covered with lace and frilly things. Her face was lit up, and her happiness was present...but also some worry.
"You look absolutely awesome, Lizzie," I said.
"Couldn't have done it without my best friend," she said. I smiled.
I revealed a handmade veil with real red roses surrounding the top like a crown. Then the lace flowed down the back. "Here's the something special I said I'd make," I said to Lizzie. Her face looked ecstatic.
"Oh my gosh! How cool is that? Thanks so much! You're so creative with things like that. Me? I lose my patience quickly sometimes," she laughed.
"I'm not too patient, but anything is possible for my best friend," I said.
She hugged me. "Thanks. You couldn't have done a better job making the veil, or being a best friend," she said. Then a tear came into her eye. "This is the last time I'll be known as Lizzie McGuire," she sighed, "from now on I'll be Lizzie Gordon."
For some strange reason a sick poem from years ago came to mind about "Lizzie Borden." I laughed. "What's wrong, Miranda?" she asked. I didn't want to ruin anything for her or have her remember it all of a sudden when in front of the altar and then laugh her head off.
I shook my head and said, "Nevermind." She smiled.
"Ok, that's fine," she said. "This is one of the happiest and nervous days of my life!"
I gave a slight smile. I was almost envious of Lizzie sometimes. She had someone...I didn't. I did for a while, but then...I winced at the thought. Lizzie looked at me. I knew she sensed what I was feeling. She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a concerned look. It was four years since Twitty had proposed to me. I still remember as if it were yesterday...
**********Flashback************
It was the day of my eighteenth birthday. I smiled in the mirror as I applied some lipstick. Twitty and I had been a couple for about three years now. I rubbed my lips together to make sure the lipstick was evenly spread. I wore a red dress that went just below my knees. I twirled around and my dress swished around me. I was happy with my appearance. I wasn't vain, just happy with the way I looked. Twitty would pick me up in about ten minutes, and he would take me to a nice Chinese restaurant. My hair was really wavy and looked nice. I was ready. Now all I had to do was wait for Twitty. I walked towards the door. My dad whistled. "Wow, Miranda! Are you seeing someone special tonight?"
"Hunny, you look beautiful!" sighed my mom. She gave me a hug. "Here," she said handing me a small package, "you father and I wanted to give you something special. Open it."
I opened up the box to reveal heart shaped diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Tears came to my eyes. "It's beautiful," I sighed. "Thank you!" I gave each of them a big hug. They deserved it very much. I mean diamonds? A girl's best friend. What more could I ask for?
A ring came on the doorbell and I greeted Twitty with a kiss. "Happy birthday," he said. "Ready to go?"
"Whenever you are," I replied. We walked out to the car, and being the gentleman that he is, he opened the door for me before he hopped in himself.
I blushed. "You know, Twitty. You don't have to do that every time for me, you know," I said.
"Hey, it's no problem. Piece of cake," he said. He started up the car and we were on our way.
We didn't go to the fanciest of Chinese restaurants, but he did what he could afford. In fact more than he could. "Twitty," I whispered when we stepped in the door, "are you sure this is on your budget? This looks really nice already."
"Don't worry about it. I've got enough," he said. I knew that that probably wasn't the case, but I wasn't going to ask anymore. I didn't want to make him feel bad or anything like that. I'd find a way to make it up somehow. We were both getting ready to go to college, so Twitty doing this for me was really special.
I leaned my head on his shoulder. "You're so sweet," I said. I patted his back.
"Two reserved seats," he said, "under Mr. Alan Twitty." Wow. He needed reserved seats? Must be a good place. We were led to a quiet corner in the restaurant. It was like we were by ourselves.
We sat down and both ordered egg drop soup as an appetizer. Twitty and I sat across from each other. I put my hand on the table and put his on top of mine and squeezed gently. We looked at each other in the eyes for several minutes.
"Twitty," I whispered, "we've known each other for three years now."
"The greatest three years of my life," he whispered back.
"Do you remember how we met?" I asked. I squeezed his hand.
"...no," he said.
"Mr. Alan Twitty!" I shouted. Tisk tisk tisk. Shame!
"Of course I do," he laughed, "how could I ever forget?"
"Yeah, you rammed into me!" I laughed, "I swear I still have bruises! You really should watch where you're going." I teased.
He laughed. "It was your fault too," he said. "Good thing we're both clumsy."
"Me? Clumsy? Naw," I said. He laughed.
"You're so mean!" I exclaimed and playfully slapped him. Just then the waiter approached and gave us our soup.
We finished our soup, then ordered Sesame chicken for our main course. When we were finished eating and the bill was paid, Twitty sat next to me and turned towards me. He had one hand behind his back and one hand in front, in which he firmly grasped my hand. "Miranda, you just amaze me every time I see you," he said. I gave a small smile. We both leaned in for a long passionate kiss. I put my arms around his neck. We both pulled away and looked at each other for a moment. Then we kissed again.
When we stopped, I looked at him. There was a change of face in him. I fingered his face. "Is something wrong?" I asked quietly. Then I remembered his hand in the back of him. My body tensed and my heart pounded. I wasn't quite sure why, but I didn't feel to well. He came closer to me and grabbed my hand.
"We've known each other for a while now, and still, every time I kiss you, it's like it's the first time. I can't explain what I feel for you. Happy Birthday, Miranda," he said. He pulled a small box from behind his back and opened it. My heart sank. "Will you marry me, Miranda Sanchez?"
My heart pounded. Quietly I responded, "Twitty, I-I...I can't."
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A/N: So, what do you think of it? Please let me know. I know...a bad cliffhanger, eh? I know that some people wanted a sequel, so here it is. I'm hoping to update by Thursday (God willing), so check in again! As what rarely happens in my other stories, I have an idea of where this is going, so it should be updated sooner. Please, please, please review. I want to know if you like it so far! Thanx and have a great day!
A/N: This story is a sequel to my story "Miranda Meets Twitty." To understand this, you probably should read that first. I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1
MIRANDA'S POV:
"Oh my gosh, Miranda! How do I look?" asked Lizzie. Lizzie was my best friend in the whole world, and today, was her wedding day. Tiny little blonde ringlets covered her head, and she was wearing the loveliest white wedding dress. The short sleeves rode just below shoulders, and the front was covered with lace and frilly things. Her face was lit up, and her happiness was present...but also some worry.
"You look absolutely awesome, Lizzie," I said.
"Couldn't have done it without my best friend," she said. I smiled.
I revealed a handmade veil with real red roses surrounding the top like a crown. Then the lace flowed down the back. "Here's the something special I said I'd make," I said to Lizzie. Her face looked ecstatic.
"Oh my gosh! How cool is that? Thanks so much! You're so creative with things like that. Me? I lose my patience quickly sometimes," she laughed.
"I'm not too patient, but anything is possible for my best friend," I said.
She hugged me. "Thanks. You couldn't have done a better job making the veil, or being a best friend," she said. Then a tear came into her eye. "This is the last time I'll be known as Lizzie McGuire," she sighed, "from now on I'll be Lizzie Gordon."
For some strange reason a sick poem from years ago came to mind about "Lizzie Borden." I laughed. "What's wrong, Miranda?" she asked. I didn't want to ruin anything for her or have her remember it all of a sudden when in front of the altar and then laugh her head off.
I shook my head and said, "Nevermind." She smiled.
"Ok, that's fine," she said. "This is one of the happiest and nervous days of my life!"
I gave a slight smile. I was almost envious of Lizzie sometimes. She had someone...I didn't. I did for a while, but then...I winced at the thought. Lizzie looked at me. I knew she sensed what I was feeling. She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a concerned look. It was four years since Twitty had proposed to me. I still remember as if it were yesterday...
**********Flashback************
It was the day of my eighteenth birthday. I smiled in the mirror as I applied some lipstick. Twitty and I had been a couple for about three years now. I rubbed my lips together to make sure the lipstick was evenly spread. I wore a red dress that went just below my knees. I twirled around and my dress swished around me. I was happy with my appearance. I wasn't vain, just happy with the way I looked. Twitty would pick me up in about ten minutes, and he would take me to a nice Chinese restaurant. My hair was really wavy and looked nice. I was ready. Now all I had to do was wait for Twitty. I walked towards the door. My dad whistled. "Wow, Miranda! Are you seeing someone special tonight?"
"Hunny, you look beautiful!" sighed my mom. She gave me a hug. "Here," she said handing me a small package, "you father and I wanted to give you something special. Open it."
I opened up the box to reveal heart shaped diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Tears came to my eyes. "It's beautiful," I sighed. "Thank you!" I gave each of them a big hug. They deserved it very much. I mean diamonds? A girl's best friend. What more could I ask for?
A ring came on the doorbell and I greeted Twitty with a kiss. "Happy birthday," he said. "Ready to go?"
"Whenever you are," I replied. We walked out to the car, and being the gentleman that he is, he opened the door for me before he hopped in himself.
I blushed. "You know, Twitty. You don't have to do that every time for me, you know," I said.
"Hey, it's no problem. Piece of cake," he said. He started up the car and we were on our way.
We didn't go to the fanciest of Chinese restaurants, but he did what he could afford. In fact more than he could. "Twitty," I whispered when we stepped in the door, "are you sure this is on your budget? This looks really nice already."
"Don't worry about it. I've got enough," he said. I knew that that probably wasn't the case, but I wasn't going to ask anymore. I didn't want to make him feel bad or anything like that. I'd find a way to make it up somehow. We were both getting ready to go to college, so Twitty doing this for me was really special.
I leaned my head on his shoulder. "You're so sweet," I said. I patted his back.
"Two reserved seats," he said, "under Mr. Alan Twitty." Wow. He needed reserved seats? Must be a good place. We were led to a quiet corner in the restaurant. It was like we were by ourselves.
We sat down and both ordered egg drop soup as an appetizer. Twitty and I sat across from each other. I put my hand on the table and put his on top of mine and squeezed gently. We looked at each other in the eyes for several minutes.
"Twitty," I whispered, "we've known each other for three years now."
"The greatest three years of my life," he whispered back.
"Do you remember how we met?" I asked. I squeezed his hand.
"...no," he said.
"Mr. Alan Twitty!" I shouted. Tisk tisk tisk. Shame!
"Of course I do," he laughed, "how could I ever forget?"
"Yeah, you rammed into me!" I laughed, "I swear I still have bruises! You really should watch where you're going." I teased.
He laughed. "It was your fault too," he said. "Good thing we're both clumsy."
"Me? Clumsy? Naw," I said. He laughed.
"You're so mean!" I exclaimed and playfully slapped him. Just then the waiter approached and gave us our soup.
We finished our soup, then ordered Sesame chicken for our main course. When we were finished eating and the bill was paid, Twitty sat next to me and turned towards me. He had one hand behind his back and one hand in front, in which he firmly grasped my hand. "Miranda, you just amaze me every time I see you," he said. I gave a small smile. We both leaned in for a long passionate kiss. I put my arms around his neck. We both pulled away and looked at each other for a moment. Then we kissed again.
When we stopped, I looked at him. There was a change of face in him. I fingered his face. "Is something wrong?" I asked quietly. Then I remembered his hand in the back of him. My body tensed and my heart pounded. I wasn't quite sure why, but I didn't feel to well. He came closer to me and grabbed my hand.
"We've known each other for a while now, and still, every time I kiss you, it's like it's the first time. I can't explain what I feel for you. Happy Birthday, Miranda," he said. He pulled a small box from behind his back and opened it. My heart sank. "Will you marry me, Miranda Sanchez?"
My heart pounded. Quietly I responded, "Twitty, I-I...I can't."
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A/N: So, what do you think of it? Please let me know. I know...a bad cliffhanger, eh? I know that some people wanted a sequel, so here it is. I'm hoping to update by Thursday (God willing), so check in again! As what rarely happens in my other stories, I have an idea of where this is going, so it should be updated sooner. Please, please, please review. I want to know if you like it so far! Thanx and have a great day!