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I'm on a role! And again, thank you all for your reviews.
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The bell to Miranda's Spanish style home sounded shrilly throughout the house. "Matt we REALLY need to change that… I'm telling you, if-" She opened the door a very flustered looking David Gordon stood their on her doorstep. "Gordo, you have a key why rin-"
"When did you plan on telling me you and Lizzie were on speaking terms again?" He didn't actually know if they were or not, but he figured this was the best way to get it out of her. He stood there impatiently gazing at her.
"Why the hell is it any of your business that I talk to Lizzie?" Miranda retorted uncomfortably.
"Why? Maybe because the last time I talked to her she gave me back an engagement ring? Kissed some boy band ass hole and lived with him for two years, while I sat in my apartment wondering what the hell I did wrong? Lonely. Unhappy. Hurt. " He spat angrily. Miranda had talked to Lizzie.
"Because…" Miranda was terribly uncomfortable with this, this wasn't meant to happen this way. Diversionary tactic time, if she had learned nothing from being interviewed about uncomfortable and private situations it was how to delay the question. "How do you know I talked to Lizzie last night?"
"I ran in to her – in the jewelry shop." He hissed icily. Miranda tried to get around that fact, "Well you had to of tripped over her if she talked to you at all, last night she should no interest in mending bridges and fixing fences, for exactly this reason. She knows she hurt you, she's not stupid."
"Wouldn't have guessed." He glared, as the words wove an uncomfortable silence, broken after a few minutes by more angry words.
"And for your information she just stared up at me with those big brown eyes and told me I knew she was sorry, and I knew why she did it." His voice steadily lost its gusto at his ending words. Because what Lizzie said was true, all she did was confirm what he already knew.
"Well, was she right?" Miranda asked softly, trying to keep
Gordo in his fairly calm state.
Gordo stopped for a moment, pausing to think about his answer. For a moment he
seriously considered yelling No, he didn't know how could he know? It was
impossible, but Miranda has been his confidence for the last two years and
would know better and see right through his wimpy disguise.
"Yeah, she was." It was a simple enough answer but a million emotions were expressed through it. "But you didn't answer my question, why didn't you tell me."
"Because I wanted everything to be perfect, I wanted to make sure she was alright, I wanted to make sure there was no scandal, I wanted you two to met again under the stars and fall in love and get married like you were meant too." Miranda felt no purpose in concealing this information now. "But fate said otherwise."
"But fate said otherwise." Gordo repeated softly, shutting the door behind him and followed Miranda into the kitchen.
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Not my favorite of all chapters, all little on the short side, but some important things are said. Next chapter coming soon!
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