Okay so here we go for chapter two. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story thus far. It really means a lot to hear what people actually think of my writing. I've cleaned up my spelling mistakes in chapter one and hope this chapter is error free. When i was thinking up this story I never actually meant it to be from Miranda's point of view but it just kind of came out like that and I really liked it and i'm glad you do too. thanks
And cause I have to. Lizzie Maguire = not mine.
The sun filtered into Miranda's room through her light coloured curtains. It had been a warm sticky night and Miranda had slept without any covers. She let the morning light caress her tired face and told her self that she get up in a minute.
A few hours later Miranda's mom burst into her room humming a cheerful tune. Miranda's mom burst open the curtains letting the full glare of the sun fall upon her daughter.
"Miranda... Miranda... Miranda, sweetie, don't tell me you're going to waste all of this beautiful day lazing in bed."
Miranda groaned and tried to hide herself from the glaring light. She was enjoying her sleep. She had been dreaming about being a famous singer and just before her mother had burst in she had been rocking out on stage in front of a packed stadium, full of fans shouting her name. What a disappointment to realise it had just been her mother calling her name and telling to get up.
Miranda groaned from underneath the pillow she had just placed over her head to shield her eyes from the light.
"I was just planning on wasting half the day. Call me again when it's twelve. Okay?"
"Honey, it is twelve. That's why I'm telling you to get up."
Miranda sprung from her bed like she had suddenly caught on fire.
"What do you mean it's twelve? How could you let me sleep so late?"
Miranda's mom flapped her arms in surrender and watched on confused as Miranda rushed around the bedroom trying to get her morning routine done as fast as possible. Miranda grabbed her toiletries and towel and rushed to the bathroom. All Miranda's mom could do was shake her head in the utmost confusion and go down stairs and make her crazy daughter something to eat.
Miranda wiped the steamed up mirror in the bathroom so she could see her face. The whole time she was getting ready she had been trying to figure out how she was going to get Lizzie and Gordo together. She smiled to herself as she combed her hair and not just because she really liked the red streak she had just put in her hair. She had a plan. A great plan. Lizzie and Gordo would get together and it would all start with Mini Golf. She just had to plant the seed. Get them thinking. So that when they were alone together playing Mini Golf, maybe, just maybe sparks would fly.
Once Miranda was dressed she picked up her phone and flopped onto her bed. She hit speed dial one and waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Hi." "Hey Lizzie. What's happening?"
"Hey 'Randa. Not much."
"So what's the plan for today? Hang on let me just three-way in Gordo and see what he's up to as well. Okay?"
"Of course. Are you only up now?"
"Shut up. Like you were up any earlier than I was."
"Yello"
"Hey Gordo" both Miranda and Lizzie piped in at the same time.
"You think I'd be used to that by now. So what's up?"
Miranda could tell that Gordo was playing with his hackey-sack while talking to them. The occasional grunts and the distracted voice were the usual give away signs.
"So are we going to do something today before you two go play Mini Golf or what?"
"Oh sorry Miranda. No can do. My mom wanted some girly mother daughter time so she's taking me to the salon, her treat. How could I say no to a free manicure?"
"I don't blame you."
"What colour should I get my nails painted or do you think I should just get a clear coat put on?
"Oh, oh. You know what would look so cute...'
"I don't know why you guys feel it necessary to involve me in these phone conversations." Gordo butted in. "I mean surely you could call each other first get all your girly chatting out of the way and then call me."
"Sorry Gordo." Both girls said in unison
"Okay Gordo. What are you doing today then? Are you going to leave me on my own since Lizzie has abandoned me?"
"Well I was planning on working on my movies maybe do some editing of stuff I've recently been filming so..."
"Cool. I'm there."
"You are?" This time it was Lizzie's and Gordo's turn to say the same thing.
"Of course sounds like fun."
"Cool. I could use the help. Come over when ever you want."
"Okay I'll be over in an hour or so. I have to have breakfast first."
"But it's nearly one in the afternoon."
"Ha! I knew you were only up. Well you two have fun. I'll be thinking of you while I'm being spoiled. Gordo, I'll call you when I'm home about Mini Golf. Okay? "
"Okay. See ya then. See ya soon Miranda"
All of them said goodbye and hung up. Miranda's plan was coming together. She would go over to Gordo's and plant in him the desire to tell Lizzie how he felt about her. She knew he loved Lizzie. She just had to give him the courage to tell Lizzie that he loved her. It would work. It had to work. Miranda was so frustrated with her friends' inability to express their feelings that she wasn't sure if she could take it if this didn't work.
Miranda walked down the stairs all prettied up and was greeted by the site of a large plate of pancakes covered in syrup.
"Pancakes! Mom I love you. You know that?" "I know. Even when you freak out when you wake up, I can still tell that you love me sweetie.
"Sorry about that Mom, thanks for waking me up and making me breakfast. You're the best."
"I know but what was the big rush I thought you were going to take it easy today and not go out tonight. Has something changed? Has somebody asked you out?"
"No mom. I'm just heading over to Gordo's."
Miranda's mom raised an eyebrow. "Gordo's eh and will Lizzie be there too?"
Miranda blushed her mom was getting it all wrong but she couldn't tell her what was going on. She was her mom and you just don't tell moms stuff like this.
"No. Lizzie won't be there."
Miranda's mom tried to say something but Miranda kept going so as not to give her mother a chance to be any more embarrassing
"But don't be silly mom. It's not like that. It's Gordo. I'm just going to helpl him with his films and the only reason Lizzie won't be there is because she already had plans with her mom."
"It's just that I thought well... I thought you liked..."
Miranda almost jumped from her chair. "No mom. I don't and can I please enjoy my pancakes while I still love you?"
Mothers you have to love 'em. They can be so great and such a pain at the same time. Oh well.