PinkPrincess1 – I really like your stories and was curious if you were gonna eventually update them.
Sara – Why isn't what finished? I'm not sure what you're asking. As for your 2nd question, Lizzie will have a bigger part in Chapter 5 and in some of the later chapters as well.
A/N – "Thoughts" , Some of the dialogue will be in Spanish, in the brackets is the English translation. My Spanish is horrible, so I used an online translator. It should be correct but if there are any mistakes, let me know.
Chapter 4 - How Did We Get Here?
Mrs. Sanchez had just walked into the living room, when the front door opened and Miranda walked inside. Mrs. Sanchez couldn't help but notice the huge smile on Miranda's face as she walked thru the living room.
"Miranda," Mrs. Sanchez called before Miranda walked into the wall.
"Uh?" she said, like she was snapping out of a daydream.
"Something happen at school?" Mrs. Sanchez asked her with a smirk.
Miranda blushed a little, "Someone asked me to the prom."
"That's wonderful," Mrs. Sanchez said quickly walking up to her and hugging her. She knew how important the dance was to her daughter. "Who was it?"
"Gordo," Miranda mumbled real low.
Mrs. Sanchez barely heard her, "Gordo?" She watched in amusement as Miranda's blush got darker and she looked down.
"Yea," Miranda said softly.
"You two together now?" Mrs. Sanchez asked partly to tease her daughter, which was every parents job, but also to test her theory that there was something happening between them.
"Together?" Miranda asked at first a little confused, then she understood what she meant. "No! We're just going as friends. Friends, nothing more, just friends," Miranda rambled.
"Sure honey. Just friends," Mrs. Sanchez couldn't keep the smile off her face. "I'm going to finish dinner."
Miranda nodded, "I'll be in my room."
Mrs. Sanchez watched her daughter walk upstairs. "It's only a matter of time."
Miranda walked into her room and laid down on her bed. She was tired, both physically and emotionally. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the pull on her to Gordo. There had always been a connection between the two. They challenged each other, had similar sarcastic senses of humor, and just enjoyed hanging out together. But since the past summer, that pull has been getting stronger.
Gordo is very private with his feelings, especially with negative ones. Everyone knew he had taken the death of his Grandmother hard. But he kept it inside, telling everyone he was fine. Miranda didn't buy it and the night before her funeral, they got into a huge fight.
Miranda knew it was a mix of keeping everything bottled up about his Grandmother and then having to deal with everyone telling him they were sorry.
Whenever Gordo gets angry or upset, he picks a fight, and usually Miranda his is target. He does this because he knows she'll fight back and won't take shit from him.
Miranda and Gordo had been watching television in his room, she had made an off hand comment about the funeral and Gordo snapped at her. Miranda was expecting their usual fight. Starts with snide comments, then moves onto accusations, next is screaming back and forth, and then after awhile, they calm down and apologize.
But Gordo's emotions were all over the place; they went straight to screaming at each other. After a few minutes, Gordo just broke down and started crying, mumbling to himself. Miranda forgot all about their argument and immediately wrapped him in a hug.
They stumbled over to his bed; sat down on the floor leaning back against the bed. Miranda just held him as he finally let everything out. Has he cried on her shoulder, she did the only thing she could think of. Miranda held him in a tight hug while whispering to him that everything would be ok.
Even though Gordo had only cried for a little while, Miranda wasn't going to leave him. They didn't talk the rest of the night; Miranda just held him and Gordo rested his head on her shoulder.
"The beginning of the end," Miranda mused to herself as she stared up at the ceiling.
Since that night, all the other guys around her lost some of their appeal. She had always compared the guys she dated to how Gordo treated Lizzie when they dated. But now, she was comparing how they looked, the differences in their personalities. Much to her dismay, Gordo would always come out on top.
She groaned as she put her hands over her face. "Am I really falling for him?"
Hearing a car pulling into the driveway, she got up and walked over to the window. Looking outside, she watched her father get out of his car and pick up Gabby, who had come charging out of the front door. Miranda smiled, as she watched her father hug her little sister and tickle her.
Walking out of her room, she made it downstairs in time to see her father walk into the kitchen. Stopping in the kitchen archway, she watched her parents interact.
Mr. Sanchez quickly walked up behind his wife and tickled her sides.
Mrs. Sanchez let out a quick yelp in surprise, then scolded her husband. "Eduardo!"
Mr. Sanchez smiled and kissed her. "Mi esposa hermosa (My beautiful wife)"
"El hablar del dulce de la subsistencia, (Keep sweet talking,)" Mrs. Sanchez teased him.
Swiping a piece of chicken, that Mrs. Sanchez was preparing for dinner, he popped it in his mouth and grinned. Mrs. Sanchez mock glared at him, "El su ir a estropear su apetito. (You're going to spoil your appetite.)" She then shooed him out of the kitchen, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, go wash your hands. Vamanos!"
Miranda laughed softly at her parents. As her dad passed her, he gave her a quick peck on the top of the head. "Hola Miranda."
"Hola Papá."
Miranda leaned against the archway, thinking. She replayed every moment of her parents she could think of; the arguments, the teasing, the romantic moments. "Aide from the romantic stuff, they act a lot like Gordo and me." She didn't even realize she was smiling until her mother caught her.
"Hija," Mrs. Sanchez called to her, grinning smugly. "Its time for dinner."
Miranda just nodded and quickly slipped into her seat, looking down, trying to hide the blush that crept on her face.
During dinner, Miranda watched as her parents interacted. She was comparing them to her and Gordo and it scared her how similar they were. "Is this real or am I in some twisted dream."