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! One more thing: Last story this was some thoughts that Miranda lived in Ohio or something like that. And of course, Twitty in California. In this story, as well as last, all of the characters live in California.
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Chapter 3 MIRANDA'S POV:
"We have something for you, Lizzie," said Mr. McGuire with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. "Something from both of us."
Mr. McGuire gave Lizzie a small box. "Open it," said Mrs. McGuire. Lizzie did, and in it found a pearl necklace that she carefully pulled out of the box. "They're real too," whispered Mrs. McGuire.
"They're beautiful!" said Lizzie choked up. "I don't know how to thank you!" Lizzie gave her mom and dad a big hug. "All of these years, both of you have been there for me, through everything...thank you so much!" Lizzie started crying.
"Lizzie, dear, you'll mess up your mascara," said Mrs. McGuire. Lizzie laughed. "I remember when you were my little girl," said Mrs. McGuire quietly.
"She'll always be our little girl," said Mr. McGuire. Lizzie cried some more. I know that she was trying really hard, but her emotions took over. She started struggling to put the necklace around her neck. "Allow me," said Mr. McGuire, taking the pearl necklace into his own hands. He put it gently around her neck and fastened it. Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Gordo's a nice guy," he whispered, "I know he'll take good care of you."
"I know," Lizzie responded. Then wiping away a tear, straightening her back, and smoothing out her dress, prepared to begin the longest journey of her life. "Miranda," she said, "I think I'm ready."
***********FLASHBACK************
Twitty was going to a college in Florida, while I was staying in state, so I knew that the probabilities of seeing each other often was very slim...especially since I had turned his proposal down. I sighed as I sat down on my chair in front of the mirror. I loved Twitty. Visions of the proposal played in my head. I wondered what would've happened if I had accepted. I brushed my hair and put a couple of hair clips in it. Twitty would be going off to the airport today. He would be leaving to go to college, and I would remain home. My college was only a couple of hours driving distance away. I could come home on the weekends, visit my family...but there would be no Twitty. No Twitty to cheer me up when I'm down...no Twitty to say a kind word or a nice compliment. I felt like slapping myself upside the head. What was I thinking of? The "man of my dreams" proposed to me, and I refused? I turned him down? What if this kind of opportunity never came around again? When I was younger, I fantasized about what it would be like to have somebody love me...to be in love and be loved back...to get married and have a life with the one I loved. We'd spend the weekends together just sitting in the living room in front of the warm fire snuggled on the couch. We'd watch a couple of movies, but our gaze would mainly be fixed on each other. When I'd cry about something, he'd be there to comfort me and rock me in his arms. We'd be there for each other no matter what. We'd be there for the one we loved. Our love would last for all of eternity, and we'd live happily together. Now, my wish, my fantasy could be coming true. It could be getting ready to blossom, but now I'd never find out. I felt tears stinging in my eyes. I could change that. I could tell Twitty that I changed my mind, and that he could have my hand in marriage. We would spend our lives together in wedded bliss. All I had to do was tell him before he left on his plane today. I would tell him.
I quickly finished getting dressed. I wore a denim mini-skirt and a white tank top. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door to my car. I'd meet Twitty at the airport like I was supposed to. But, I would also accept his proposal that I previously turned down...if he still wanted me.
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"Twitty!" I exclaimed running up to him in the airport giving him a hug. Mmm...he smelled good today. "Off to Florida, is it?"
"Yep," he said, "for four long years." He sounded sad, and unlike his normal self. He was trying to sound happy, but I sensed something was wrong.
"W-w-we'll still keep in touch, right?" I asked.
"You know my number," he said. I looked at him questionly. "Remember? I gave it to you over the phone two days ago."
I slapped my forehead. "Oh yeah, I remember."
Twitty checked his watch. "My flight starts boarding in four minutes," he said. Then, everything was silent for what seemed like forever. Normally, silence doesn't bother me. Previously, Twitty and I would spend hours just sitting in each other's presence, and still have a good time. This time however, felt differently. The silence was unbearable. I urged myself to tell Twitty I changed my mind, and wanted to be his bride. Half of me wanted that so badly and it was just bubbling inside waiting to come out any moment. The other half wanted me to keep quiet and not say anything relating to that matter. I kept fighting inwardly with myself trying to figure out what to do.
A speaker muttered some words. "That's my flight," said Twitty. "I have to go."
Come on! Miranda, tell him what you want to! "Well, I-I...I'll miss you, Twitty. Very much," I stuttered.
"I'll miss you too," muttered Twitty. People crowded in a line waiting to get their ticket checked to get on the plane. Twitty looked anxious. "Well, I'd better get in line now," he said.
Miranda. Tell him what you feel. Now. "Y-yeah...you wouldn't want to miss your flight. That would be awful," I said. He looked at me.
"Bye," he said. Then he slowly started walking away.
"Twitty! Wait!" I yelled. He turned around and I ran up to him. I looked into his eyes. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck as I gave him a little kiss. He gave a smile.
"Call me?" he asked. I nodded. Then he started walking away. Miranda! Tell him that you love him and want to marry him!
"Wait, Twitty!" I yelled once more. He turned around. "There's something else I want to say," I said. Then I lost all courage and I don't know what happened. "N-n-nevermind," I stuttered. "Just have a good time in Florida."
"Thanks," he replied. Then he waved and the flight attendant took his ticket as he stood in line.
It's not quite too late! It's not too late. Tell him what you feel...tell him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. He started walking through the jet way to the plane. He waved once more. Tell him! My heart was pounding.
All I did was wave back.
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A/N: Here's my new chapter! Sorry for the wait. Please, please, review. I was a little worried there when I only got one review for the last chapter. I hope y'all aren't losing interest. That would be terrible. Have a great day and keep reviewing! I'll try to update soon!
:blahthepickles: Thanx for checking out my sequel! I'm glad you like it so far. Thanx also for the compliment. I love it when I get nice words said. It encourages me to keep writing. 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! One more thing: Last story this was some thoughts that Miranda lived in Ohio or something like that. And of course, Twitty in California. In this story, as well as last, all of the characters live in California.
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Chapter 3 MIRANDA'S POV:
"We have something for you, Lizzie," said Mr. McGuire with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. "Something from both of us."
Mr. McGuire gave Lizzie a small box. "Open it," said Mrs. McGuire. Lizzie did, and in it found a pearl necklace that she carefully pulled out of the box. "They're real too," whispered Mrs. McGuire.
"They're beautiful!" said Lizzie choked up. "I don't know how to thank you!" Lizzie gave her mom and dad a big hug. "All of these years, both of you have been there for me, through everything...thank you so much!" Lizzie started crying.
"Lizzie, dear, you'll mess up your mascara," said Mrs. McGuire. Lizzie laughed. "I remember when you were my little girl," said Mrs. McGuire quietly.
"She'll always be our little girl," said Mr. McGuire. Lizzie cried some more. I know that she was trying really hard, but her emotions took over. She started struggling to put the necklace around her neck. "Allow me," said Mr. McGuire, taking the pearl necklace into his own hands. He put it gently around her neck and fastened it. Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Gordo's a nice guy," he whispered, "I know he'll take good care of you."
"I know," Lizzie responded. Then wiping away a tear, straightening her back, and smoothing out her dress, prepared to begin the longest journey of her life. "Miranda," she said, "I think I'm ready."
***********FLASHBACK************
Twitty was going to a college in Florida, while I was staying in state, so I knew that the probabilities of seeing each other often was very slim...especially since I had turned his proposal down. I sighed as I sat down on my chair in front of the mirror. I loved Twitty. Visions of the proposal played in my head. I wondered what would've happened if I had accepted. I brushed my hair and put a couple of hair clips in it. Twitty would be going off to the airport today. He would be leaving to go to college, and I would remain home. My college was only a couple of hours driving distance away. I could come home on the weekends, visit my family...but there would be no Twitty. No Twitty to cheer me up when I'm down...no Twitty to say a kind word or a nice compliment. I felt like slapping myself upside the head. What was I thinking of? The "man of my dreams" proposed to me, and I refused? I turned him down? What if this kind of opportunity never came around again? When I was younger, I fantasized about what it would be like to have somebody love me...to be in love and be loved back...to get married and have a life with the one I loved. We'd spend the weekends together just sitting in the living room in front of the warm fire snuggled on the couch. We'd watch a couple of movies, but our gaze would mainly be fixed on each other. When I'd cry about something, he'd be there to comfort me and rock me in his arms. We'd be there for each other no matter what. We'd be there for the one we loved. Our love would last for all of eternity, and we'd live happily together. Now, my wish, my fantasy could be coming true. It could be getting ready to blossom, but now I'd never find out. I felt tears stinging in my eyes. I could change that. I could tell Twitty that I changed my mind, and that he could have my hand in marriage. We would spend our lives together in wedded bliss. All I had to do was tell him before he left on his plane today. I would tell him.
I quickly finished getting dressed. I wore a denim mini-skirt and a white tank top. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door to my car. I'd meet Twitty at the airport like I was supposed to. But, I would also accept his proposal that I previously turned down...if he still wanted me.
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"Twitty!" I exclaimed running up to him in the airport giving him a hug. Mmm...he smelled good today. "Off to Florida, is it?"
"Yep," he said, "for four long years." He sounded sad, and unlike his normal self. He was trying to sound happy, but I sensed something was wrong.
"W-w-we'll still keep in touch, right?" I asked.
"You know my number," he said. I looked at him questionly. "Remember? I gave it to you over the phone two days ago."
I slapped my forehead. "Oh yeah, I remember."
Twitty checked his watch. "My flight starts boarding in four minutes," he said. Then, everything was silent for what seemed like forever. Normally, silence doesn't bother me. Previously, Twitty and I would spend hours just sitting in each other's presence, and still have a good time. This time however, felt differently. The silence was unbearable. I urged myself to tell Twitty I changed my mind, and wanted to be his bride. Half of me wanted that so badly and it was just bubbling inside waiting to come out any moment. The other half wanted me to keep quiet and not say anything relating to that matter. I kept fighting inwardly with myself trying to figure out what to do.
A speaker muttered some words. "That's my flight," said Twitty. "I have to go."
Come on! Miranda, tell him what you want to! "Well, I-I...I'll miss you, Twitty. Very much," I stuttered.
"I'll miss you too," muttered Twitty. People crowded in a line waiting to get their ticket checked to get on the plane. Twitty looked anxious. "Well, I'd better get in line now," he said.
Miranda. Tell him what you feel. Now. "Y-yeah...you wouldn't want to miss your flight. That would be awful," I said. He looked at me.
"Bye," he said. Then he slowly started walking away.
"Twitty! Wait!" I yelled. He turned around and I ran up to him. I looked into his eyes. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck as I gave him a little kiss. He gave a smile.
"Call me?" he asked. I nodded. Then he started walking away. Miranda! Tell him that you love him and want to marry him!
"Wait, Twitty!" I yelled once more. He turned around. "There's something else I want to say," I said. Then I lost all courage and I don't know what happened. "N-n-nevermind," I stuttered. "Just have a good time in Florida."
"Thanks," he replied. Then he waved and the flight attendant took his ticket as he stood in line.
It's not quite too late! It's not too late. Tell him what you feel...tell him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. He started walking through the jet way to the plane. He waved once more. Tell him! My heart was pounding.
All I did was wave back.
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A/N: Here's my new chapter! Sorry for the wait. Please, please, review. I was a little worried there when I only got one review for the last chapter. I hope y'all aren't losing interest. That would be terrible. Have a great day and keep reviewing! I'll try to update soon!
:blahthepickles: Thanx for checking out my sequel! I'm glad you like it so far. Thanx also for the compliment. I love it when I get nice words said. It encourages me to keep writing. Have a great day!