DISCLAIMER: See part 1. Also I have no idea what Miranda's parents names
were
so I'm just making them up.
Miranda's POV Lizzie and me were at my house sitting on my couch watching The Ring. She kept moving around in my arms and burying her face in my neck during all the 'scary' parts. She got up and straddled my lap, draping her arms loosely around my neck and beginning to kiss my lips. My mom cleared her throat. Lizzie pulled away from me, lying her head against my shoulder. "Sorry Misses Sanchez." "It's okay girls...um Lizzie your mother called and said that you and Miranda were supposed to be back at your house almost an hour ago.." "Oops," Lizzie replied. "Oops? What do you mean oops?" Lizzie tried to look away innocently. "Baby, what are you hiding from me?" "Nothing Randa." "Nothing Randa my ass, what did you do?" "Nothing baby." I tackled her on the floor and started tickling her. "Okay I give! I give! I'll tell you in the car!" We held hands walking to my black Toyota Celica. "So," I said wrapping my arms around her shoulders, "Spill it." She started to run her hands up and down my back. "Well, uh, you know the cut I have from Gordo?" "Yeah, and I still wanna kill the son of a bitch for doing it, but you won't let me." "Well, my parents think it's from you." "What! Lizzie...you didn't tell them who it was from?" "W-well, n-no, I d-didn't want to hassle with all the drama." I pulled away from her, beginning to mutter in Spanish. "We got some drama now," I mumbled. Tears started to well up in Lizzie's eyes. "What the hell are you crying for?" I asked angrily. "Because Miranda! I really need you right now! Everytime things get tough for me, you shut yourself up and try to hide from me...but I need you!" she cried. I started feeling bad. I went back over to her and pulled her back into my arms, hugging her waist. She threw her arms around my neck, crying softly into my shoulder. "I'm sorry Randa." I started running my fingers through her soft hair. "Shh, it's okay baby." When we got to her house, Jo and Sam were looking at me all pissed off. I sat down on a chair while her parents sat on the couch. Lizzie crossed in front of them and sat on my lap, draping her arms loosely around my neck, and burying her head into my shoulder. "Now Miranda. We've seen the marks on Lizzie's face. What do you have to say about it?" Sam asked. I just sat there and stared at the ground. "Okay. Well I think it's best if you and Lizzie don't see each other for a while." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I could also feel my baby's wet tears against my neck. "We'll give you a few minutes to say good-bye Lizzie, but then I want Miranda to leave," Jo added. When they left, Lizzie's sobs became audible. "Miranda! This sucks! I want to tell them, but I'm too scared to!" she cried. I didn't say a word. In a way, this is Lizzie's fault. Well at least the not being able to see each other part is. At school the next day, I saw Lizzie's chair was empty. It went on like that for the next week. "So Miranda. You seem depressed now that your bitch isn't coming to school," Gordo said nastily. We were at lunch, sitting in the quad. "I got nothing to say to you." "Oh yeah bitch." I stood up and suckered punched him right in the jaw. I kept punching him until he kicked me hard in the ribs, rolling over on top of me and hitting me in the face a few times. Finally the dean grabbed me and he got taken up to the office by one of the campus monitors. My parents came to pick me up. "Miranda how could you get in a fight with a boy for god's sake!" my dad yelled. "Juan, stop she's been through enough." He looked out the window. "I'm sorry Miranda, it's just....I don't know." I was suspended for four days and put on a 'fight contract'. I was so happy when I came back on Tuesday because I saw that Lizzie was back. "Randa? My god baby what happened to your face?" she asked, rubbing her hand across my cheek. "I got a bruise." "Obviously smart ass," she said smiling and kissing my lips. Gordo was back to. When I looked at him he flipped me off and walked away. I leaned into Lizzie's chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you," I said. Although with my head in her jacket in sounded like I wuv do. She chuckled. "I love you too babe." She hugged me close until the bell rang for first period. We decided to ditch that day and went back to my house where we made love. "So," I said lying my head on her stomach, "How come you haven't been at school?" "My parents wanted me to stay home and 'cool off'." "Ah." She ran her fingers through my hair. "I love your hair like this." "Good." Looking up at Lizzie, I just kept thinking about how much I love her and why she won't tell her parents that Gordo's the one who hit her. Why does she let them go on believe it was me?
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so I'm just making them up.
Miranda's POV Lizzie and me were at my house sitting on my couch watching The Ring. She kept moving around in my arms and burying her face in my neck during all the 'scary' parts. She got up and straddled my lap, draping her arms loosely around my neck and beginning to kiss my lips. My mom cleared her throat. Lizzie pulled away from me, lying her head against my shoulder. "Sorry Misses Sanchez." "It's okay girls...um Lizzie your mother called and said that you and Miranda were supposed to be back at your house almost an hour ago.." "Oops," Lizzie replied. "Oops? What do you mean oops?" Lizzie tried to look away innocently. "Baby, what are you hiding from me?" "Nothing Randa." "Nothing Randa my ass, what did you do?" "Nothing baby." I tackled her on the floor and started tickling her. "Okay I give! I give! I'll tell you in the car!" We held hands walking to my black Toyota Celica. "So," I said wrapping my arms around her shoulders, "Spill it." She started to run her hands up and down my back. "Well, uh, you know the cut I have from Gordo?" "Yeah, and I still wanna kill the son of a bitch for doing it, but you won't let me." "Well, my parents think it's from you." "What! Lizzie...you didn't tell them who it was from?" "W-well, n-no, I d-didn't want to hassle with all the drama." I pulled away from her, beginning to mutter in Spanish. "We got some drama now," I mumbled. Tears started to well up in Lizzie's eyes. "What the hell are you crying for?" I asked angrily. "Because Miranda! I really need you right now! Everytime things get tough for me, you shut yourself up and try to hide from me...but I need you!" she cried. I started feeling bad. I went back over to her and pulled her back into my arms, hugging her waist. She threw her arms around my neck, crying softly into my shoulder. "I'm sorry Randa." I started running my fingers through her soft hair. "Shh, it's okay baby." When we got to her house, Jo and Sam were looking at me all pissed off. I sat down on a chair while her parents sat on the couch. Lizzie crossed in front of them and sat on my lap, draping her arms loosely around my neck, and burying her head into my shoulder. "Now Miranda. We've seen the marks on Lizzie's face. What do you have to say about it?" Sam asked. I just sat there and stared at the ground. "Okay. Well I think it's best if you and Lizzie don't see each other for a while." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I could also feel my baby's wet tears against my neck. "We'll give you a few minutes to say good-bye Lizzie, but then I want Miranda to leave," Jo added. When they left, Lizzie's sobs became audible. "Miranda! This sucks! I want to tell them, but I'm too scared to!" she cried. I didn't say a word. In a way, this is Lizzie's fault. Well at least the not being able to see each other part is. At school the next day, I saw Lizzie's chair was empty. It went on like that for the next week. "So Miranda. You seem depressed now that your bitch isn't coming to school," Gordo said nastily. We were at lunch, sitting in the quad. "I got nothing to say to you." "Oh yeah bitch." I stood up and suckered punched him right in the jaw. I kept punching him until he kicked me hard in the ribs, rolling over on top of me and hitting me in the face a few times. Finally the dean grabbed me and he got taken up to the office by one of the campus monitors. My parents came to pick me up. "Miranda how could you get in a fight with a boy for god's sake!" my dad yelled. "Juan, stop she's been through enough." He looked out the window. "I'm sorry Miranda, it's just....I don't know." I was suspended for four days and put on a 'fight contract'. I was so happy when I came back on Tuesday because I saw that Lizzie was back. "Randa? My god baby what happened to your face?" she asked, rubbing her hand across my cheek. "I got a bruise." "Obviously smart ass," she said smiling and kissing my lips. Gordo was back to. When I looked at him he flipped me off and walked away. I leaned into Lizzie's chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you," I said. Although with my head in her jacket in sounded like I wuv do. She chuckled. "I love you too babe." She hugged me close until the bell rang for first period. We decided to ditch that day and went back to my house where we made love. "So," I said lying my head on her stomach, "How come you haven't been at school?" "My parents wanted me to stay home and 'cool off'." "Ah." She ran her fingers through my hair. "I love your hair like this." "Good." Looking up at Lizzie, I just kept thinking about how much I love her and why she won't tell her parents that Gordo's the one who hit her. Why does she let them go on believe it was me?
AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE; 'PERSONAL
PROBLEMS. REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU
THINK. FLAMES ARE NOT WELCOME AND ADVICE
WOULD BE NICE...HEY THAT RHYMED!
-- Spitfirechick15