That Time Around.
That Time Around
(Note: I don’t have a clue about fashion, I just like TDWP)
Bate: abliena- thank you!
Rating: T to M, because it fluxes
Summary: Miranda had meet Andy before she just didn’t believe it and Andy had yet to live it.
Chapter 2
That Time Around
(Note: I don’t have a clue about fashion, I just like TDWP)
Beta: abilena
Rating: T to M, because it fluxes
Summary: Miranda had meet Andy before she just didn’t believe it and Andy had yet to live it.
Chapter 2
December 13, 2008- Saturday
Saturday was finally here and she was freaking out. This morning was like any other morning, she woke up, went to the bathroom, ate breakfast and did some work. But when she looked at the calendar and saw that it was Saturday the 13 and nearly 10:00am, she panicked. The Timeless was a more upscale place then she was use to eating at and even if she did have the money to eat there every now and then she never felt comfortable in that kind of setting. But Miranda was use to it and invited her to have dinner with her there. So, now she dug through her closet for something in fashion and warm.
After nearly killing herself by tripping over a shoe she finally decided on some in style slacks, a button up shirt and a sweater to go over that. She left her hair loose but carried a tie in her pocket just in case. Her makeup was light mostly because she thought she looked better without it but didn’t want to appear careless. As for footwear she pulled out her boots and put them on, if Miranda didn’t like it then too bad, she was not freezing her toes off for her. It was neatly three and barely gave her enough time to get there early. As she headed out the door she plucked her bomber jacket off its hook, donned it and stepped outside into the frigid cold.
The subway was surprisingly, almost empty and as she sat down and waited for her stop her mind drifted. She wanted the dinner to be more then it was but she knew better and it hurt her heart to know that. But if nothing else then she would at least get to see the girls again.
But she wasn’t able to wonder too long before the train stopped and signaling her stop. She stepped off into the station, checked her watch and started to run.
She made it to ‘Timeless’ with three minutes to spare and caught her breath. It had started to snow again so she zipped up her jacket and huddled into a corner out of the wind and waited. She didn’t have to wait long, three minutes exactly, as she watched the all too familiar black car pull up. She stayed hidden for a moment wanting to look at Miranda as she wanted to before she had to cover it up.
So she watched her step out of the car and was blown away. As always Miranda looked stunning. With a thigh length black skirt that looks like it was wrapped around her waist and held there by a wide black with silver knot buckle. She couldn’t see her shirt but the jacket was an altered to fit white fur lined duster that brushed the ground and she had on knee high boots in a rich almost brown, red.
She had spaced enough and stepped out of the shadows and quietly joined Miranda at the door. The woman didn’t seem to know that she was there till the waiter asked.
“And what would you like to drink?”
Miranda whipped around so fast and violently that her bag hit the poor waiter in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Lucky for Andy, she was standing far enough away to be missed. But she wasn’t able to dodge the glare fired her way.
Feeling like a reprimanded child Andy stuttered out that water would be fine for now.
‘I will probably need stronger by the end of the night’
They both sat down and Andy, trying not to fidget from nerves, ends up looking around the converted ballroom so she didn’t have to look directly at Miranda if she had to.
The place lived up to its name, it really was ‘timeless’, her fingers itched to take a few shots of the dancers on the floor and the chandeliers. When she really looked she could see so many things, many small things like the light blue that lined the borders of the windows and the soft glow of candle light dancing over faces of all kind. If it wasn’t for the clothes she might have thought herself back in time.
“Are you just going to sit their sightseeing all night Andrea?”
That woke her up.
She turned to finally look her secret love in the eye and what she saw in those eyes shocked her. There was a sad forlorn shadow in their blue depth. They looked like they were seeing something far away.
“Miranda, are you ok” and was just about to reach out and comfort her but at the last second pulled back, because, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t, but before she could see deeper the look vanished.
“I am fine, but thank you for asking.” The waiter retuned after that.
Not knowing what to order she asked Miranda and got a reply.
“I’ll order for both of us then” and proceeded to do just that.
With the waiter gone they lapsed into silence again.
“The girls think very highly of you, I didn’t know you three were friends.”
Andy shrugged. “They didn’t want me to tell you, I guess they wanted something of their own.”
“And why do you think that.”
“I cannot answer for them, if you want to know ask them. They are very bright and loving girls; all you have to do is look deep enough.”
“Really, I know that already, I am their mother after all.”
What an infuriating woman, how she loved her so.
“I looked at the papers looking for your name. For three years I looked and I have yet to see your name. And then I get an envelope of these truly beautiful pictures, no address, no name, just a single letter.”
Miranda paused to take a sip of her wine.
“As you know I am very good with details, and remember small things like how someone writes their name…”
Her eyes shadowed over and then looked down at her plate. To the untrained eye you might think she was just inspecting her food, looking for her next bit, but to Andy, she looked so sad.
“Why did you leave Andrea and why till now I could not find you? Where have you been?” Each question cut into her heart. It was too much, seeing this powerful goddess of New York pleading with her. She could only answer.
“I had to, leave, before it was too late for me, and as to why you could not find me was because I don’t work as a journalist, I was a photographer for the Mirror, but then I became an artist of sorts and have been selling my work under another name” her tears choked her, she couldn’t finish or she might cry.
The air around them smelled of exotic foods and perfumes of all kinds, the sounds of voices buzzed in their ears, there was so much chaos around them, but they sat still. In their own space, daring the other to move first, to break the stance and say goodbye.
Andy may have become stronger but still she was weak when in front of this woman, she fell.
“I have to go, and I’m sure your busy and can no longer afford to waste time here, so I’ll pay and be on my way” a sob nearly broke through, but she had that much and left.
“Andrea, wait!”
But she didn’t slow, couldn’t turn around. She intercepted the bill, thanked the waiter and gave him a hundred for his troubles and walked out into the cold unforgiving winds.
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December 13, 2008- some were around midnight-
She had been walking for who knows how long. Her head was still too troubled and she didn’t want to go home, if she did then she would sleep and if she dreamed then she would dream of her.
She laughed bitterly, she wanted a woman she could not have, and even if there was a chance then she still could not have her because she deserved more than her.
Her heart was heavy, she needed to sit down. Spotting a bench up ahead she quickly sat and cried, and cried and cried. They wouldn’t stop.
“Oh my dear, why are you crying?”
Jumping, Andy turned to the once empty seat next to her. There sat an old woman with a kind round face framed by a head scarf. Where had she come from, surly she would have heard her coming even over her tears? But then she remembered the question.
“Oh I’m fine, just love sick I guess” and she wiped the remaining tears from her face.
The woman nodded and shifted to face the park and place both her hands on her cane.
“It’s the worst, isn’t it dear, to love someone you think you can’t have?”
“Yes it does.”
It was kind of weird to be talking to a complete stranger but it was helping. The wind picked up and Andy shivered.
“If you had the chance, to be with the one you loved, would you take it?”
What a weird thing to say, and of course she would take it, what a silly question to ask.
“Then dear, you will have that chance, but first…” the woman stood up and huffed
“I am getting way too old for this,” then faster than someone of her age turns to her, lifts her cane and then points it at her.
“I wish you well dear, I have only a few rules for you to fallow.”
The wind picked up and Andy covered her ears.
“You cannot allow anyone to know where your from, you cannot make changes to make yourself a profit, and last you can’t leave anything but the memories of you when you come back.”
“What’s going on? Who are you?”
The old woman smiled and said.
“Only a helping hand” and she pressed the end of her cane over Andy’s heart and the world and time stopped.
Then she blacked out.
(Note: I don’t have a clue about fashion, I just like TDWP)
Bate: abliena- thank you!
Rating: T to M, because it fluxes
Summary: Miranda had meet Andy before she just didn’t believe it and Andy had yet to live it.
Chapter 2
That Time Around
(Note: I don’t have a clue about fashion, I just like TDWP)
Beta: abilena
Rating: T to M, because it fluxes
Summary: Miranda had meet Andy before she just didn’t believe it and Andy had yet to live it.
Chapter 2
December 13, 2008- Saturday
Saturday was finally here and she was freaking out. This morning was like any other morning, she woke up, went to the bathroom, ate breakfast and did some work. But when she looked at the calendar and saw that it was Saturday the 13 and nearly 10:00am, she panicked. The Timeless was a more upscale place then she was use to eating at and even if she did have the money to eat there every now and then she never felt comfortable in that kind of setting. But Miranda was use to it and invited her to have dinner with her there. So, now she dug through her closet for something in fashion and warm.
After nearly killing herself by tripping over a shoe she finally decided on some in style slacks, a button up shirt and a sweater to go over that. She left her hair loose but carried a tie in her pocket just in case. Her makeup was light mostly because she thought she looked better without it but didn’t want to appear careless. As for footwear she pulled out her boots and put them on, if Miranda didn’t like it then too bad, she was not freezing her toes off for her. It was neatly three and barely gave her enough time to get there early. As she headed out the door she plucked her bomber jacket off its hook, donned it and stepped outside into the frigid cold.
The subway was surprisingly, almost empty and as she sat down and waited for her stop her mind drifted. She wanted the dinner to be more then it was but she knew better and it hurt her heart to know that. But if nothing else then she would at least get to see the girls again.
But she wasn’t able to wonder too long before the train stopped and signaling her stop. She stepped off into the station, checked her watch and started to run.
She made it to ‘Timeless’ with three minutes to spare and caught her breath. It had started to snow again so she zipped up her jacket and huddled into a corner out of the wind and waited. She didn’t have to wait long, three minutes exactly, as she watched the all too familiar black car pull up. She stayed hidden for a moment wanting to look at Miranda as she wanted to before she had to cover it up.
So she watched her step out of the car and was blown away. As always Miranda looked stunning. With a thigh length black skirt that looks like it was wrapped around her waist and held there by a wide black with silver knot buckle. She couldn’t see her shirt but the jacket was an altered to fit white fur lined duster that brushed the ground and she had on knee high boots in a rich almost brown, red.
She had spaced enough and stepped out of the shadows and quietly joined Miranda at the door. The woman didn’t seem to know that she was there till the waiter asked.
“And what would you like to drink?”
Miranda whipped around so fast and violently that her bag hit the poor waiter in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Lucky for Andy, she was standing far enough away to be missed. But she wasn’t able to dodge the glare fired her way.
Feeling like a reprimanded child Andy stuttered out that water would be fine for now.
‘I will probably need stronger by the end of the night’
They both sat down and Andy, trying not to fidget from nerves, ends up looking around the converted ballroom so she didn’t have to look directly at Miranda if she had to.
The place lived up to its name, it really was ‘timeless’, her fingers itched to take a few shots of the dancers on the floor and the chandeliers. When she really looked she could see so many things, many small things like the light blue that lined the borders of the windows and the soft glow of candle light dancing over faces of all kind. If it wasn’t for the clothes she might have thought herself back in time.
“Are you just going to sit their sightseeing all night Andrea?”
That woke her up.
She turned to finally look her secret love in the eye and what she saw in those eyes shocked her. There was a sad forlorn shadow in their blue depth. They looked like they were seeing something far away.
“Miranda, are you ok” and was just about to reach out and comfort her but at the last second pulled back, because, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t, but before she could see deeper the look vanished.
“I am fine, but thank you for asking.” The waiter retuned after that.
Not knowing what to order she asked Miranda and got a reply.
“I’ll order for both of us then” and proceeded to do just that.
With the waiter gone they lapsed into silence again.
“The girls think very highly of you, I didn’t know you three were friends.”
Andy shrugged. “They didn’t want me to tell you, I guess they wanted something of their own.”
“And why do you think that.”
“I cannot answer for them, if you want to know ask them. They are very bright and loving girls; all you have to do is look deep enough.”
“Really, I know that already, I am their mother after all.”
What an infuriating woman, how she loved her so.
“I looked at the papers looking for your name. For three years I looked and I have yet to see your name. And then I get an envelope of these truly beautiful pictures, no address, no name, just a single letter.”
Miranda paused to take a sip of her wine.
“As you know I am very good with details, and remember small things like how someone writes their name…”
Her eyes shadowed over and then looked down at her plate. To the untrained eye you might think she was just inspecting her food, looking for her next bit, but to Andy, she looked so sad.
“Why did you leave Andrea and why till now I could not find you? Where have you been?” Each question cut into her heart. It was too much, seeing this powerful goddess of New York pleading with her. She could only answer.
“I had to, leave, before it was too late for me, and as to why you could not find me was because I don’t work as a journalist, I was a photographer for the Mirror, but then I became an artist of sorts and have been selling my work under another name” her tears choked her, she couldn’t finish or she might cry.
The air around them smelled of exotic foods and perfumes of all kinds, the sounds of voices buzzed in their ears, there was so much chaos around them, but they sat still. In their own space, daring the other to move first, to break the stance and say goodbye.
Andy may have become stronger but still she was weak when in front of this woman, she fell.
“I have to go, and I’m sure your busy and can no longer afford to waste time here, so I’ll pay and be on my way” a sob nearly broke through, but she had that much and left.
“Andrea, wait!”
But she didn’t slow, couldn’t turn around. She intercepted the bill, thanked the waiter and gave him a hundred for his troubles and walked out into the cold unforgiving winds.
-
December 13, 2008- some were around midnight-
She had been walking for who knows how long. Her head was still too troubled and she didn’t want to go home, if she did then she would sleep and if she dreamed then she would dream of her.
She laughed bitterly, she wanted a woman she could not have, and even if there was a chance then she still could not have her because she deserved more than her.
Her heart was heavy, she needed to sit down. Spotting a bench up ahead she quickly sat and cried, and cried and cried. They wouldn’t stop.
“Oh my dear, why are you crying?”
Jumping, Andy turned to the once empty seat next to her. There sat an old woman with a kind round face framed by a head scarf. Where had she come from, surly she would have heard her coming even over her tears? But then she remembered the question.
“Oh I’m fine, just love sick I guess” and she wiped the remaining tears from her face.
The woman nodded and shifted to face the park and place both her hands on her cane.
“It’s the worst, isn’t it dear, to love someone you think you can’t have?”
“Yes it does.”
It was kind of weird to be talking to a complete stranger but it was helping. The wind picked up and Andy shivered.
“If you had the chance, to be with the one you loved, would you take it?”
What a weird thing to say, and of course she would take it, what a silly question to ask.
“Then dear, you will have that chance, but first…” the woman stood up and huffed
“I am getting way too old for this,” then faster than someone of her age turns to her, lifts her cane and then points it at her.
“I wish you well dear, I have only a few rules for you to fallow.”
The wind picked up and Andy covered her ears.
“You cannot allow anyone to know where your from, you cannot make changes to make yourself a profit, and last you can’t leave anything but the memories of you when you come back.”
“What’s going on? Who are you?”
The old woman smiled and said.
“Only a helping hand” and she pressed the end of her cane over Andy’s heart and the world and time stopped.
Then she blacked out.