BFFs Who: Miranda and Clark Where: Duquette Residence, then The Pancake House When: Saturday Morning, February 5
Miranda made no attempt to halt a grin from curving as she eased open the door of her BFF's room to tiptoe inside. They hadn't made any plans for that day, but Miranda had gotten a spur of the moment thought that they should spend the day together, or at least a good majority of the morning. Which is why she showed up at the Duquette house, and after being let in stealthily made her way down the hall to sneak into the boy's room unannounced. "Clarkie! Your wake up call is here!" Miranda called out quite loudly as she torpedoed herself onto the boy's bed and began bouncing on the bed to rouse her closest of friends.
"Waaaaaaah," Clark cried out, turning flat on his back, he blinked sleepily at her before tossing a pillow up at her. "Miiiraaanda! I was having the most fabulous dream and you go and ruin it by waking me up!" He pouted up at her, before sitting up and scrubbing his hands across his face. Luckily, he'd decided to wear his PJ's (which were a light blue to match his eyes) last night, hrmh?
"So, spill." She said catching and holding onto the pillow as her bouncing ceased with Miranda kneeling at her BFFs side. "And I want all the gory details." She said with a grin and wiggle of her brows. And it was lucky that he had indeed worn pajamas to bed the night before because if he hadn't and Miranda had come to realize he was just wearing his birthday suit beneath those covers she would have been completely mortified.
He just scowled at her cutely and hit her in the face with another pillow, "Who says that it was gory? Hrmh? It was just me and Jennifer Aniston and we were... wait for it... shoe shopping!" He practically squealed. Wow. ...Just wow. "And then Bethany was there, but I don't know what was going to happen next!" He sighed, loudly, but perked up almost immediately. "What brings you here, my dear?"
"Why can't you be like normal guys and have normal sex dreams instead of dreaming of shopping with famous people." The red head started bouncing again on the bed. "You." She said swinging the pillow she had been hugging at the boy. "I need someone to hang out with."
"It... could have led to a sex dream," he pouted again, thinking that he really needed to spend more time with Bethany. "But yes, yes. We can hang out." He got out of the bed and stretched, making a small contented noise as he did so. "What did you have in mind?"
Miranda shrugged climbing down off the bed after Clark. "Just hanging. We don't do that much anymore." She mused. At least not since he went and found himself a girlfriend.
"Sorry about that," he replied with a blush, walking over to his walk-in closet to find something to wear for the day. "Still, we should do something that you want to do. Call it my way of an apology."
"You should buy breakfast for me." The teen grinned perching herself now on the edge of the boy's unmade bed. Hey, if he wanted to do something in the way of an apology that would work quite well for Miranda.
"I can do that," he replied with a smirk, poking his head out through the doorway to look at her. "If you don't mind... I have to shower. You know how it is." He rolled his eyes. "I promise that I won't be long." He did the Boy Scout's salute, cheekily. "Can you keep yourself busy until I'm done?"
"Is that your subtle way of kicking me out of your room?" Miranda queried with a lift of her brow to the boy. Not that she was wanting to stick around and see him in all his nakedness, cause that would just be too weird even for her. The red head just couldn't pass up a moment to give her BFF a hard time or just plain tease him.
"No... you don't have to leave my room," he replied. Finding the clothes that he wanted to wear, he went into the adjacent bathroom. "Just... put on the TV or something. I have faith that you can manage that," he winked, just loving teasing her right back.
"You're not going to sing in the shower, are you?" Miranda questioned with a faint groan. "Cause if you're planning on it you need to let me know where the earplugs are."
"I'll politely refrain!" He called back, closing the door behind him, he disrobed and stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged, bathed, dressed and moisturized. "Okay. I'm ready to go out into the world." He confidently proclaimed. "So, where're we having breakfast, dear?"
Miranda had found one of Clark's magazines and was flipping through it when the boy finally emerged from his private bathroom. "The Pancake House." She answered glancing up from the publication she had been flipping through.
"Sounds good," he grinned, grabbing his wallet and his keys from his desk. "Lead the way, m'dear. And, how did you get here? Did you drive? If not I'm sure that we could borrow mom's Poooorsche," he lilted. Well, it looks like someone was in a good mood, despite how terribly she'd woken him up, hrmh?
"Can we just go with borrowing your mom's Porsche." Miranda asked walking out of the bedroom. She wasn't exactly the walking type, especially not the distance it would take to walk from her house to the Duquette mansion. And even though she had a car to transport them from Clark's home to the restaurant, Miranda'd rather take the Porsche as she rarely got to ride in such an expensive, classy vehicle.
"Sure," he replied with a laugh as they walked down the stairs, then down into the kitchen. He left a note on the refrigerator ('Went out with Mir, borrowed the Porsche. Xoxo') and snagging one set of keys, leading his BFF out. "Do you want to do anything afterward?" He waggled his eyebrows.
"Just the only thing that two teenage girls can possibly do after having breakfast." Miranda replied linking her arm through his as the pair headed toward the garage. "Shop." She grinned all big like. Of course she knew her BFF didn't fall to the same sex side of the fence, but that had never stopped Mir from teasing him occasionally on just that.
"You wound me so," he teased right back, still smiling however as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for her with a wink. He then rounded to the opposite side and jumped in the driver's seat, making sure to adjust the mirror's and seat and putting on his seat belt (safety first!) before even attempting to leave the property. "Promise not to keep me out too late, though?"
Miranda groaned faintly hearing that. "Don't tell me you've got a date with the girlfriend." The teen grumbled out lightly as she settled herself into the Porsche and buckled up. "This is suppose to be our day." Miranda conveniently pointed out to Clark. While it had been random and unexpected, Mir was still of the opinion that this Saturday was 'Mir and Clarkie hanging out together' day.
"No, but I should try to arrange for one... we're teenagers, Mir. And it's a Saturday. I'd be a complete idiot if I didn't find out of she was free," he pointed out. "We could always try to do a double-date sometime. Or... a group thing. We could go bowling?" He was starting to suspect that she was feeling left out and felt guilty for it, clearly. He started to drive to their destination.
"Double-date? And who am I suppose to double-date with? Not like I've got guys falling at my feet trying to get me to go out with them." Of course that wouldn't stop Miranda from asking a guy out to round out the foursome for the aforementioned double date thing.
Like any good friend would do, he rolled his eyes at her. "Falling at your feet or not, there must be someone you like enough to come with us. I'd ask my mom... or Aunt Chelsea, since apparently she's back in town, but we both know how awkwardly hilarious that will be. So don't make me do it," he threatened.
"To save me the embarrassment I will find someone. Cause dude, double-dating with you with your mom or aunt would totally wreck whatever rep I have." Miranda said with a smirk and a glance over to the boy. "And if that happens I'll have to become a monk or go into seclusion or something."
"Oh, you should totally be a nun. Their outfits are to die for." Oh, Clark... Sigh. Finally pulling to a park outside the The Pancake house, he killed the engine and got out of the car. "Otherwise, yes. Glad to hear it. From now on though, Saturday afternoons are all yours, sweetie. I promise."
"Only you would think a nun in a habit was a sexy sight." The teen commented before unbuckling herself and climbed out of the car. "And I'm going to be holding you to that Saturday afternoon thing." She said with a smile and glance over the top of the car to the boy.
"Good... just don't wake me up the same way next time," he asked with an adorable lilt to his voice. "You might break something." Yes, he purposely phrased that statement to be taken a lot of different ways, thank you very much. He rounded the car and hooked her arm around his. "Promise me?"
"Dude. You know I don't make promises I might not be able to keep." Mir grinned playfully over to the boy. "I WILL though be more careful. Wouldn't want to break anything that would drive the little girlfriend away."
"Thank you," he replied then as he led them inside, thinking that (as the waitress seated them) he heard a hint of annoyance... or jealousy in Miranda's voice, but maybe he was wrong. "Her name's Bethany, by the way."
"Bethany. Girlfriend. They're both one in the same." She stated once they were seated in a booth. And there might be a bit of jealousy behind words, but only for the reason that Miranda was feeling Bethany was encroaching on the time she normally spent with her BFF.
"Yes, she is my girlfriend... and I'm sorry to be catty, it just seems disrespectful that you call her my 'little girlfriend' all the time. She has a very lovely name and she's a very lovely girl, who's very dear to me, okay?" He asked sweetly. "I promise, despite the fact that I have Bethany now, your Best Friend status will stay intact."
"Alright," cause Mir's goal really hadn't been to piss the guy off, "I'll refrain from referring to her as 'the little girlfriend'. Does Bethie work?" She queried of the guy with a playful smirk as she picked up one of the menus. As long as she was guaranteed that Bethany Bale wasn't anything of a threat to her best friend status, Miranda could deal with her BFF dating the girl. Heck, she was even considering actually trying to get to know that red head a little bit better.
"I'm … not even sure her family calls her that," he said with a laugh, rolling his eyes and then looking at his own menu. He knew that Miranda had gotten used to being the Belle of the ball. He just hoped that, in time, she'd come to accept Bethany and their relationship.