Chapter Six- Cause You've Flown Away, So Far Away
THE NEXT DAY ~Gordo~
"Hey Randa. Long time, no see." I said as she continued walking as if she didn't even see me at all. "Hey, wait up."
"Why? It's not like you care." She mumbled as she made her way through the crowd of kids and past the door.
"I do. You know I do. Where do you get off with an idea like that?" I inquired as she walked towards the parking lot. I don't know why because she hadn't brought her car to school that day.
"Gordo, just leave me alone. Why don't you understand that I just want to be left alone?" She asked angrily as tears brimmed in her eyes.
"Randa, what's wrong?" I questioned her, my voice turning serious. "You wouldn't understand and you're too busy to care . it's not important anyway." She explained, wiping away the tears that tumbled down her cheeks like snowflakes in winter.
"You're like a sister to me and I love you . how can you say that?"
"Maybe honesty isn't number one on your priority list, but it is on mine."
"Randa, honestly, I love you and I want to know what's wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden? You never cry." I whispered as she walked over to a deserted area, under a tree.
"I don't know what's wrong with me . I can't explain it. I'm sad all the time when I should be happy. You know I have so much and some kids don't have anything. I'm just being selfish." Miranda uttered as she sank down into the grass and the tears reappeared.
"There's nothing wrong with you, it's called being a teenager."
"No, it's not. Just shut up and console me Gordo. Don't try to make up excuses for the way I feel." She demanded as I smiled and gave her a hug. I didn't get much out of her, but I guess just being there, even if it was in silence was enough for her.
~Miranda~
"Where have you been?" Marie questioned me as I walked into my house.
"I went grocery shopping."
"That doesn't take three and a half hours."
"I know. It takes a half hour, at least to get home when you're taking a ride with Gordo and Lizzie, and then I had to walk down to the grocery store and pick up a few things, including what you asked me to get a couple days ago. That took about an hour." I told her, setting my bag down momentarily.
"That takes you until four. What have you been doing for over an hour?" My mother asked, hands on her hips.
"I've just been around."
"Around?"
"Yes around? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie, I'm really good at that." I replied, sarcastically.
"Miranda, you've kept your guest waiting."
"What guest?" I asked, not having a clue what she was talking about.
"Jacob Underwood. Remember honey, your study date?" My mom whispered, looking happy, too happy. Did she think I was going to marry this guy or something?
"Okay. Where is he?" I inquired, making sure that my mom could not see my recently tattooed belly. She had had a fit when she first saw the belly ring and I didn't want her to have a heart attack, at least not today when I was already having a bad day. I'd save that for when I was having a good day. Besides, I was already in enough pain, when I might add did the trick for my little emotional outburst with Gordo. Thank God for needles and ink.
"Took you long enough to get here. I thought that you stood me up." Jacob proclaimed, standing up as I walked into the room.
"Standing you up would require a real date . don't get any ideas. Now, what do I have to do?" I asked as my stomach started to throb. 'Pain, something I related well with' I thought as an adrenaline rush came over me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I guess I had scrunched up my nose or something.
"Fine."
"Did you just get something pierced or something?" He whispered as I shook my head, but showed him my new tattoo. "Cool. Did it hurt?"
"Take a wild guess." I retorted sarcastically. "You know we're off subject here." I mumbled as I pulled down my shirt and plopped down on the couch, wishing that more than a foot of space was separating us.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Marie interrupted, grinning idiotically.
"No, I've fine. Thanks." Jacob replied, waving her away. "Your mom is really nice."
"Naw. She' s just trying to play Mrs. Brady. It's really giving me a headache."
"If you're feeling bad then we can postpone this or set up another time to do this. We have three weeks to finish this." He explained.
"Oh God! Are you serious?! You mean I have to put with your fake bull shit for almost a month?" She yelled, not really caring if my parents heard or not.
"Miranda. Enough. Apologize right now!" My father, Fred said as I rolled my eyes.
"No. That isn't necessary, I mean, it's okay. She has every right to be angry with me." Jacob defended.
"That still doesn't give her the right to be so rude towards you."
"I'm sure she's sorry. Miranda doesn't have to say anything. That's just the way it is nowadays. It's not like I take any of this stuff personally."
"Are you sure it's okay?" My father asked, confused.
"Positive." Jacob answered, drawing my father away.
"Thanks." I whispered, not wanting to let my guard down for a second. I knew his kind and any second, he could just change up on me.
"You're welcome."
"You know we aren't going to get anything done." I mumbled, not expecting him to hear me.
"I know. Figured as much. That's why we'll be meeting again, another day."
"Please don't day tomorrow."
"Naw. We have a game tomorrow. Maybe on Monday or something." Jacob replied as he got up and walked towards the door, looking at me as if I was suppose to escort him or something.
"Show yourself out!" I yelled, running into the kitchen to grab a bag of Doritos.
(A/N: Thanks to the two hour special of Buffy the Vampire Slayer for making me so emotional and inspired to add this chapter . well part of it anyway. The last twenty minutes was a killer. It almost had me crying . if I were a good writer, I'd write some Buffy fictions, but I need to finish these first. lol)
THE NEXT DAY ~Gordo~
"Hey Randa. Long time, no see." I said as she continued walking as if she didn't even see me at all. "Hey, wait up."
"Why? It's not like you care." She mumbled as she made her way through the crowd of kids and past the door.
"I do. You know I do. Where do you get off with an idea like that?" I inquired as she walked towards the parking lot. I don't know why because she hadn't brought her car to school that day.
"Gordo, just leave me alone. Why don't you understand that I just want to be left alone?" She asked angrily as tears brimmed in her eyes.
"Randa, what's wrong?" I questioned her, my voice turning serious. "You wouldn't understand and you're too busy to care . it's not important anyway." She explained, wiping away the tears that tumbled down her cheeks like snowflakes in winter.
"You're like a sister to me and I love you . how can you say that?"
"Maybe honesty isn't number one on your priority list, but it is on mine."
"Randa, honestly, I love you and I want to know what's wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden? You never cry." I whispered as she walked over to a deserted area, under a tree.
"I don't know what's wrong with me . I can't explain it. I'm sad all the time when I should be happy. You know I have so much and some kids don't have anything. I'm just being selfish." Miranda uttered as she sank down into the grass and the tears reappeared.
"There's nothing wrong with you, it's called being a teenager."
"No, it's not. Just shut up and console me Gordo. Don't try to make up excuses for the way I feel." She demanded as I smiled and gave her a hug. I didn't get much out of her, but I guess just being there, even if it was in silence was enough for her.
~Miranda~
"Where have you been?" Marie questioned me as I walked into my house.
"I went grocery shopping."
"That doesn't take three and a half hours."
"I know. It takes a half hour, at least to get home when you're taking a ride with Gordo and Lizzie, and then I had to walk down to the grocery store and pick up a few things, including what you asked me to get a couple days ago. That took about an hour." I told her, setting my bag down momentarily.
"That takes you until four. What have you been doing for over an hour?" My mother asked, hands on her hips.
"I've just been around."
"Around?"
"Yes around? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie, I'm really good at that." I replied, sarcastically.
"Miranda, you've kept your guest waiting."
"What guest?" I asked, not having a clue what she was talking about.
"Jacob Underwood. Remember honey, your study date?" My mom whispered, looking happy, too happy. Did she think I was going to marry this guy or something?
"Okay. Where is he?" I inquired, making sure that my mom could not see my recently tattooed belly. She had had a fit when she first saw the belly ring and I didn't want her to have a heart attack, at least not today when I was already having a bad day. I'd save that for when I was having a good day. Besides, I was already in enough pain, when I might add did the trick for my little emotional outburst with Gordo. Thank God for needles and ink.
"Took you long enough to get here. I thought that you stood me up." Jacob proclaimed, standing up as I walked into the room.
"Standing you up would require a real date . don't get any ideas. Now, what do I have to do?" I asked as my stomach started to throb. 'Pain, something I related well with' I thought as an adrenaline rush came over me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I guess I had scrunched up my nose or something.
"Fine."
"Did you just get something pierced or something?" He whispered as I shook my head, but showed him my new tattoo. "Cool. Did it hurt?"
"Take a wild guess." I retorted sarcastically. "You know we're off subject here." I mumbled as I pulled down my shirt and plopped down on the couch, wishing that more than a foot of space was separating us.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Marie interrupted, grinning idiotically.
"No, I've fine. Thanks." Jacob replied, waving her away. "Your mom is really nice."
"Naw. She' s just trying to play Mrs. Brady. It's really giving me a headache."
"If you're feeling bad then we can postpone this or set up another time to do this. We have three weeks to finish this." He explained.
"Oh God! Are you serious?! You mean I have to put with your fake bull shit for almost a month?" She yelled, not really caring if my parents heard or not.
"Miranda. Enough. Apologize right now!" My father, Fred said as I rolled my eyes.
"No. That isn't necessary, I mean, it's okay. She has every right to be angry with me." Jacob defended.
"That still doesn't give her the right to be so rude towards you."
"I'm sure she's sorry. Miranda doesn't have to say anything. That's just the way it is nowadays. It's not like I take any of this stuff personally."
"Are you sure it's okay?" My father asked, confused.
"Positive." Jacob answered, drawing my father away.
"Thanks." I whispered, not wanting to let my guard down for a second. I knew his kind and any second, he could just change up on me.
"You're welcome."
"You know we aren't going to get anything done." I mumbled, not expecting him to hear me.
"I know. Figured as much. That's why we'll be meeting again, another day."
"Please don't day tomorrow."
"Naw. We have a game tomorrow. Maybe on Monday or something." Jacob replied as he got up and walked towards the door, looking at me as if I was suppose to escort him or something.
"Show yourself out!" I yelled, running into the kitchen to grab a bag of Doritos.
(A/N: Thanks to the two hour special of Buffy the Vampire Slayer for making me so emotional and inspired to add this chapter . well part of it anyway. The last twenty minutes was a killer. It almost had me crying . if I were a good writer, I'd write some Buffy fictions, but I need to finish these first. lol)