Dis: All I own is Frederick!
A/N: thanks Christy for the beta-ing!
Miranda sat in her new room, trying to remember exactly what Gordo had tried to teach her. 'I'm a good dancer right? So this should be a cinch.'
She threw the hackysack up in the air, only to get smacked on the head. 'Guess not.'
"Fredrick?" Gordo addressed the bear on his bed. "I miss her."
He knew it would be hard, they were best friends, but he'd had virtually no time to get used to this. And now here he was in his room, talking to a plush toy.
Just as Gordo seriously began to consider asking his parents for psychoanalysis, his messenger went off informing him he'd just received an e-mail.
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
GORDO! I've been here five minuets and I'm bored! And why am I bored so soon you ask? Because, I locked myself in my room as soon as I got here.
I know; rude much? But these people are insane! Already three of my uncles/cousins have offered me a drink. All my female cousins are fresa, which is the equivalent of Kate in middle school, and they just won't stop feeding me!
And when I say feeding I don't mean normal-'white'-people-feeding where a meat loaf and mashed potatoes with the roles, and two slices of pie is living on the wild side.
Nuh-uh this is major Mexican no-holding-back-family-is-coming-over feeding! In fact, I had to bring a plate full of stuff with me before I could sneak away just to ward off suspicion!
So what's going on with you? Anything happen yet? Keep me posted!
Mwah!
La Flaca
Gordo chuckled 'good ol' Miranda.' Knowing full well that he couldn't just tell her he'd spent all day in his room sulking talking to a stuffed bear. He decided to tell her a better version of the truth.
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
Hey, glad to know you're being taken care of. insert evil smirk
When I got home from the airport Gorgeous was on her way out. She said she needs to find herself…again. Other than that nothing's really happened since you left, I just spent most of the day at home, since Lizzie's still out.
She should get in tonight though, so maybe we'll hang out tomorrow. (she may be jetlagged.)
Much love,
Gordo
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
Hey I just got my uniform, it's tragic! A long pink pleated skirt, white shirt and matching tie. Oh! And these really ugly black shoes. I know I'm being fickle, but come one!
If the image in your head is even remotely appealing you've got it wrong.
I can't believe I'm going to school here, not too long ago I couldn't even hold my own in a stupid TV show! Now I'm living here?
Well okay my school is for international students, so I think i can live without flunking out, but I want to wallow!
Hugs,
Miranda
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
I'm sure it's fine, I've never seen you look horrible, and I doubt you'd pick now to start.
On the upside, you'll meet a lot of interesting people, and who knows, maybe even show me a thing or two next time we get together.
I have too go, I have to meet Lizzie like five minuets ago!
Hang in there,
G
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
LOL Good one! Be late on my account.
C'ya,
Randy
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
I can't believe tomorrow's the first day of school! For the first time in forever we won't have our morning 3-way phone call. I just couldn't allow that so I took the liberty of writing down some things bound to come up, then I'll read your responses n the morning accordingly.
-Has anyone seen my hackysack?
-Do I have enough school supplies?
-Must I really listen to this?
Waiting for reply,
Gordo
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
-Has anyone seen my hackysack?
The spare is in your top drawer, if you moved it, then look behind the computer monitor or your camera bag.
-Do I have enough school supplies?
For the entire freshman class. But if you don't believe me, most teachers only expect something to write on/with the first day when they give you the official list.
-Must I really listen to this?
Aw, you know you love the girl talk, plus you don't want to leave Lizzie to her own devices.
There you are, Oh! And tell Lizzie not to wear her sparkly faded jeans, (she'll know the ones) trust me.
Good Luck,
Pinky
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
You know me too well. There was a hacky sack in every place you named…Wait a minuet did you hide them!
Lizzie was mildly offended when I told her you suggested nixing the jeans, but once we got to school and three other girls were wearing them (not the most social girls either) she was grateful.
Thanks for saving me from her rant!
Hugs,
Brain
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
Gah! School tomorrow!
Ai te watcho cucaracho gatcho,
Miranda
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
You'll be fine, but incase you're not here's some advice.
Gordo speech # 105: Be yourself, how can anyone like you if they don't know who you are?
Good luck,
Gordo
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
Funny…
Hasta,
Jane
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
She's out of control! She's wearing belly shirts! This can not be good!
Oh, Ethan and Tudge said 'hi!'.
Later,
Trent
IM
Gordo: Hey!
Miranda: Ur on!
Gordo: LOL
Miranda: so what's this I hear about belly shirts?
Gordo: Lizzie's prancing around in them
Miranda: Jo wouldn't allow that
Gordo: Allow it? She's encouraging it… 'Oh my baby looks so cute!'… blah!
Miranda: LOL, Jo gets carried away
Gordo: to the loony bin that's where she should be carried
Miranda: GORDO!
Gordo: Sorry…
Miranda: what kind of teenager are you? Ur girlfriend shows some skin and you freak?
Gordo: it's not the showing it's the showing everyone else, that gets me
Miranda: I'm sure it'll die down, now Ethan and Tudge?
Gordo: they're cool guys, and with you gone and Lizzie out so much, it helps to have guys to hang out with.
Miranda: you wound me! Are you saying I'm no guy?
Gordo: Yes Miranda that's exactly what i was saying
Miranda: where is the love?
Gordo: where is the love…
Miranda: the love…
Gordo: the love
Miradna: the love!
Gordo: LOL, see like I could ever replace that
Miranda: LOL
Gordo: g2g
Miranda: night
Gordo: night
sign off
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
Happy Valentines Day!
Xoxo,
G-man
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
¡Feliz Dia Del Amor Y La Amistad! happy day of love and friendship
Xoxo,
Mer-derer
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
Happy B-Day!
See I didn't clump them together even though they're only a day apart.
Frederick sends his love.
T/C,
Gordo
From: miraquenanda musiclover . com
To: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
Did you hear! Mrs. McGuire invited me to stay for the summer, and my mom said yes!
W/B,
Rana
Rib-bit
From: ratpackbrat vintagejunk . net
To: miraquenanda musiclover . com
Yeah! I was actually on the phone with Lizzie when I read your e-mail (gotta love DSL).
That's awesome; I told you you'd visit! Now we can have that re-match…with the goose.
Sorry I had to.
C'ya soon,
Gordo
Miranda rolled over for the thousandth time that night, 'why can't I just sleep like normal people who must wake up in an hour?' her thoughts were met by that penetrating silence, too loud to drown out.
To my reviewers: Mwah!