A/N due to an incredible work load at school this is all that I can give
you for right now. Its sort of like an intro to the whole next section of
the story. I know its short but I didn't want to leave you guys with
nothing at all. Once again thank you to all the reviewers. You all made me
smile and made me anxious to continue telling this story. Like I said this
is short, and I apologize. Plan to see a full chapter with lots of good
stuff tomorrow or the next day. So I know present you with a short intro to
chapter 7!
Miranda Sanchez sat in front of her spaghetti dinner, thinking of nothing in particular. Well that wasn't entirely true. Actually, she was thinking of how the shade of the spaghetti sauce was almost a perfect match for the ruby ring that adorned her ring finger. She smiled across the table at David Gordon. He was taking her out for dinner to celebrate, for he had recently been offered a very good directing deal for the script of an independent flim. Since David had been attending college his skills had increased rather dramatically. He had come a long way from the David who directed Kate and Ethan in an alien film. Tonight he was looking particularly handsome, dashing was an excellent word to describe him, but the mere thought of that word being used in reference to her childhood friend made her chuckle aloud.
"What are you laughing at, you goofball?" David smirked.
"Oh, nothing, "She remarked, "but I should be making fun of that hair of yours."
David immediately blushed. He had attempted to tame that infamous mop of his, and the result, was the only thing UN-dashing about his appearance that night. Curls flopped around in various locations, while other locks were held securely to his head with what Miranda guessed to be about two tubes of hair gel.
"I'm just teasing sweetie." And with that she leaned over their meal and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. "I love your hair, its very...you." She smiled and then picked up her fork to resume eating her spaghetti and meatballs, all the while sampling David's alfredo. Somewhere between their dinner and the Biscotti they'd ordered as dessert Miranda's cell phone rang. She pulled it nonchalantly from her bag, and her breath caught in her throat. The number on the caller I.D was one that she hadn't seen in a very, very long time. Three years to be exact. She wasn't quite sure why she had even put it in her phone. It was something she had done automatically. Somethings are just hard to let go. She sat gasping at breath staring at the name flashing on the screen of her phone, tears formed in her eyes as she lost her grip and the phone fell onto the pearly white table cloth. She buried her head in her hands.
"Miranda, Honey, Are you alright...Whats wrong??" He asked. It was at that point that Gordo reached for the still ringing phone. He glanced at the caller I.D. and immediately wanted to cry.
LIZZIE. Was flashing over and over again as it pulsated to the beat of the ring tone.
Gordo clicked the on button.
"Hello?"
Miranda Sanchez sat in front of her spaghetti dinner, thinking of nothing in particular. Well that wasn't entirely true. Actually, she was thinking of how the shade of the spaghetti sauce was almost a perfect match for the ruby ring that adorned her ring finger. She smiled across the table at David Gordon. He was taking her out for dinner to celebrate, for he had recently been offered a very good directing deal for the script of an independent flim. Since David had been attending college his skills had increased rather dramatically. He had come a long way from the David who directed Kate and Ethan in an alien film. Tonight he was looking particularly handsome, dashing was an excellent word to describe him, but the mere thought of that word being used in reference to her childhood friend made her chuckle aloud.
"What are you laughing at, you goofball?" David smirked.
"Oh, nothing, "She remarked, "but I should be making fun of that hair of yours."
David immediately blushed. He had attempted to tame that infamous mop of his, and the result, was the only thing UN-dashing about his appearance that night. Curls flopped around in various locations, while other locks were held securely to his head with what Miranda guessed to be about two tubes of hair gel.
"I'm just teasing sweetie." And with that she leaned over their meal and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. "I love your hair, its very...you." She smiled and then picked up her fork to resume eating her spaghetti and meatballs, all the while sampling David's alfredo. Somewhere between their dinner and the Biscotti they'd ordered as dessert Miranda's cell phone rang. She pulled it nonchalantly from her bag, and her breath caught in her throat. The number on the caller I.D was one that she hadn't seen in a very, very long time. Three years to be exact. She wasn't quite sure why she had even put it in her phone. It was something she had done automatically. Somethings are just hard to let go. She sat gasping at breath staring at the name flashing on the screen of her phone, tears formed in her eyes as she lost her grip and the phone fell onto the pearly white table cloth. She buried her head in her hands.
"Miranda, Honey, Are you alright...Whats wrong??" He asked. It was at that point that Gordo reached for the still ringing phone. He glanced at the caller I.D. and immediately wanted to cry.
LIZZIE. Was flashing over and over again as it pulsated to the beat of the ring tone.
Gordo clicked the on button.
"Hello?"