~~Always and Forever~~
~~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lizzie characters. Disney does, the awful awful people that aren't making anymore Lizzie episodes. Grr.lol.
~CrEdiT~~ Ok, now I had to do this. I was forced people! Lol not really but it's the right thing to do! The idea of Lizzie and Kate trading places comes from Andi (Imagination-Nation) I was stumped for ideas and she was nice enough to let me choose one of hers and use it. I chose this one because I thought that it would be really fun to write and it is proving to be! So without further ado, I bring you, Always and Forever (which by the way is my title, I didn't wanna borrow that of Andi's too!) In reality I only borrowed a sentence or too, so the rest is the brilliance of my mind! Lol. Or stupidity.either way you want to look at it.
"Matt!" I screamed as I tore around the house after my younger brother. "Give that back! It isn't yours!" I skidded to a halt at the kitchen table. Matt was on the other side brandishing a photo at me. He looked critically at it and pretended to tear it in half. I could feel a lump rising in my throat.
"Matt, please." I whispered frantically. The last thing I needed right now was my parents to come into the room to see what all the commotion was about. I gave him the puppy eyes, hoping that he would fall for them.
"Puh-lease Lizzie, oldest trick in the book." He said. I thought about what I could do to get the photo back. Then grinning wickedly I ran upstairs again towards my brothers room and rifled through his cupboard until I found his baseball card collection. Then I ran back to my own room and grabbed my matches from my bedside table and lit one and held it up to the sticker covered folder and waited for Matt to come looking for me. He did.
"Ah! Lizzie! No.I'll.I'll do anything, just don't do that. You really don't want to do that." He said, panic evident in his voice. I didn't want to do it? Yeah right! I'd love to do it but I know that I would be grounded forever if I did. Still, it didn't mean that I wasn't going to have a little fun with it while I could.
I dangled the book over the match, lifting it higher then dropping it closer to the match, watching the reactions fly over Matt's face. Horror, relief, horror, relief. I put the folder behind my back and looked at Matt expectantly.
"So?" I said raising an eyebrow at my terrified younger brother.
"I.I under estimated you Lizzie, I mean wow, I must have rubbed off on you, this is something I would do. I wish I had thought of it myself." He said shrugging. Oh! The little monster.
"Just give me the photo before I torch your beloved collection." I said, bringing to book into sight again.
"Ok ok!" he said thrusting the photo towards me. "You win. This time." He said, laughing like a maniac as he hugged his treasure to his chest. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door and shut it behind him and walked back towards my bed and flopped down on it, looking at the photo and smiling.
It was a photo of Gordo and me. We were lying side by side under a willow tree, the leaves swishing too and fro around us. It was my favourite tree in the whole park. Both of my best friends knew this. If I was upset, this was where I would go. On this particular day my friends and I had decided to ship the Digital Bean in favour of having a picnic under this tree. We had been goofing around and I had no idea but Miranda had bought a camera with her and while I was goofing off with Gordo, she had taken a picture of us. I was laughing my head off and Gordo was smiling at me, holding a flower out to me. Just a simple little daisy, the simple little daisy that is to this day, pressed between the pages of my diary. It was perfect. Do you know how hard it is to find a perfect daisy that hasn't been trodden on of squished by some little kid in a park? Yet, Gordo had found one. For me. Miranda had captured the moment perfectly. Sure it was just a friendly moment but there was no way that I could let my parents see that photo, I can see it now. My Dad.
"Lizzie? Gordo is just a friend isn't he?" then to my Mum in an undertone he would say, "Isn't he?" as if Mum would hold all the answers. Which, most probably she would. She'd give him a look then turn to me smiling gently,
"I'm sure that if something was going on between you and Gordo you would tell us wouldn't you sweetie? Of course it is you're choice, so don't tell us unless you are comfortable with it. Or you could just tell me." she'd add in an undertone to me and wink then walk off with my Dad following her, asking what she had told me that he couldn't hear. She would just act like she hadn't heard him; I can predict my parents so well. I have been for the last fifteen years anyway.
I looked back at the photo then at the one that I had pinned up on my notice board. It had been taken the same day as the other photo, but Miranda was in this one. We had asked a passer by to take a photo of us. It was amazing. It seemed to capture everything special about the day. That photo could be shown to my parents. It was of the three of us. The Three Amigos. Always and forever.
***
"Hey Lizzie!" Miranda greeted me cheerfully as I walked up to her at the bottom of the stairs at the entrance of Hillridge High. I smiled at her and enveloped her into a hug as we jumped around giddily. We hadn't even noticed Gordo walk up until he decided to comment on our public display of affection.
"Hey, is this a private.Um.gathering or can anyone join in?" he asked laughing slightly as we abruptly let go of each other. I looked at Miranda and she looked at me, winked and we both lunged at Gordo, knocking him backwards and onto the grass, laughing like idiots.
"Well." He said, a grin on his face. "Apparently it isn't a private party." We all erupted into laughter again as Kate chose that exact moment to walk past.
"Well, if it isn't Lizzie and her little friends. On the ground where you belong I see McGuire." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I rolled my eyes and stood up, looking her right in the face.
"I may be on the ground Kate." I said, glaring at her. "But at least I am having fun with my friends. Do you know what either of those things are?" I said challenging her.
"I have people, I don't have friends." She said snootily and walked off. I stood there, my mouth hanging open. I bet her "people" were really happy to hear that they weren't her friends. But then again, they probably think the same thing of Kate. I turned back to Miranda and Gordo to see that they were standing there looking at me with strange looks on their faces. What?
"What?"
"It's just.I remember in the seventh grade there was no way that you could do that and now.well look at you!" Gordo said, gesturing to me. I could feel a slight blush rise up in my cheeks so I shrugged and led the way up the stairs and into the school. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop grinning like a mad idiot at the comment that Gordo had made.
***
So.what did you think? I'm not that wrapped in it but if people like it then who am I to complain? Lol.
So happy! I've just seen the trailer for the new Harry Potter movie!!! I'm such a fan if you couldn't tell by the over punctuated word.
Nesserz.
Summary: Popularity is a privilege right? More like a disadvantage. At least that's how Lizzie sees it. She's miserable and she just wants to get her friends back and goes to some interesting lengths in getting them back. But will they forgive her this time?
~~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lizzie characters. Disney does, the awful awful people that aren't making anymore Lizzie episodes. Grr.lol.
~CrEdiT~~ Ok, now I had to do this. I was forced people! Lol not really but it's the right thing to do! The idea of Lizzie and Kate trading places comes from Andi (Imagination-Nation) I was stumped for ideas and she was nice enough to let me choose one of hers and use it. I chose this one because I thought that it would be really fun to write and it is proving to be! So without further ado, I bring you, Always and Forever (which by the way is my title, I didn't wanna borrow that of Andi's too!) In reality I only borrowed a sentence or too, so the rest is the brilliance of my mind! Lol. Or stupidity.either way you want to look at it.
"Matt!" I screamed as I tore around the house after my younger brother. "Give that back! It isn't yours!" I skidded to a halt at the kitchen table. Matt was on the other side brandishing a photo at me. He looked critically at it and pretended to tear it in half. I could feel a lump rising in my throat.
"Matt, please." I whispered frantically. The last thing I needed right now was my parents to come into the room to see what all the commotion was about. I gave him the puppy eyes, hoping that he would fall for them.
"Puh-lease Lizzie, oldest trick in the book." He said. I thought about what I could do to get the photo back. Then grinning wickedly I ran upstairs again towards my brothers room and rifled through his cupboard until I found his baseball card collection. Then I ran back to my own room and grabbed my matches from my bedside table and lit one and held it up to the sticker covered folder and waited for Matt to come looking for me. He did.
"Ah! Lizzie! No.I'll.I'll do anything, just don't do that. You really don't want to do that." He said, panic evident in his voice. I didn't want to do it? Yeah right! I'd love to do it but I know that I would be grounded forever if I did. Still, it didn't mean that I wasn't going to have a little fun with it while I could.
I dangled the book over the match, lifting it higher then dropping it closer to the match, watching the reactions fly over Matt's face. Horror, relief, horror, relief. I put the folder behind my back and looked at Matt expectantly.
"So?" I said raising an eyebrow at my terrified younger brother.
"I.I under estimated you Lizzie, I mean wow, I must have rubbed off on you, this is something I would do. I wish I had thought of it myself." He said shrugging. Oh! The little monster.
"Just give me the photo before I torch your beloved collection." I said, bringing to book into sight again.
"Ok ok!" he said thrusting the photo towards me. "You win. This time." He said, laughing like a maniac as he hugged his treasure to his chest. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door and shut it behind him and walked back towards my bed and flopped down on it, looking at the photo and smiling.
It was a photo of Gordo and me. We were lying side by side under a willow tree, the leaves swishing too and fro around us. It was my favourite tree in the whole park. Both of my best friends knew this. If I was upset, this was where I would go. On this particular day my friends and I had decided to ship the Digital Bean in favour of having a picnic under this tree. We had been goofing around and I had no idea but Miranda had bought a camera with her and while I was goofing off with Gordo, she had taken a picture of us. I was laughing my head off and Gordo was smiling at me, holding a flower out to me. Just a simple little daisy, the simple little daisy that is to this day, pressed between the pages of my diary. It was perfect. Do you know how hard it is to find a perfect daisy that hasn't been trodden on of squished by some little kid in a park? Yet, Gordo had found one. For me. Miranda had captured the moment perfectly. Sure it was just a friendly moment but there was no way that I could let my parents see that photo, I can see it now. My Dad.
"Lizzie? Gordo is just a friend isn't he?" then to my Mum in an undertone he would say, "Isn't he?" as if Mum would hold all the answers. Which, most probably she would. She'd give him a look then turn to me smiling gently,
"I'm sure that if something was going on between you and Gordo you would tell us wouldn't you sweetie? Of course it is you're choice, so don't tell us unless you are comfortable with it. Or you could just tell me." she'd add in an undertone to me and wink then walk off with my Dad following her, asking what she had told me that he couldn't hear. She would just act like she hadn't heard him; I can predict my parents so well. I have been for the last fifteen years anyway.
I looked back at the photo then at the one that I had pinned up on my notice board. It had been taken the same day as the other photo, but Miranda was in this one. We had asked a passer by to take a photo of us. It was amazing. It seemed to capture everything special about the day. That photo could be shown to my parents. It was of the three of us. The Three Amigos. Always and forever.
***
"Hey Lizzie!" Miranda greeted me cheerfully as I walked up to her at the bottom of the stairs at the entrance of Hillridge High. I smiled at her and enveloped her into a hug as we jumped around giddily. We hadn't even noticed Gordo walk up until he decided to comment on our public display of affection.
"Hey, is this a private.Um.gathering or can anyone join in?" he asked laughing slightly as we abruptly let go of each other. I looked at Miranda and she looked at me, winked and we both lunged at Gordo, knocking him backwards and onto the grass, laughing like idiots.
"Well." He said, a grin on his face. "Apparently it isn't a private party." We all erupted into laughter again as Kate chose that exact moment to walk past.
"Well, if it isn't Lizzie and her little friends. On the ground where you belong I see McGuire." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I rolled my eyes and stood up, looking her right in the face.
"I may be on the ground Kate." I said, glaring at her. "But at least I am having fun with my friends. Do you know what either of those things are?" I said challenging her.
"I have people, I don't have friends." She said snootily and walked off. I stood there, my mouth hanging open. I bet her "people" were really happy to hear that they weren't her friends. But then again, they probably think the same thing of Kate. I turned back to Miranda and Gordo to see that they were standing there looking at me with strange looks on their faces. What?
"What?"
"It's just.I remember in the seventh grade there was no way that you could do that and now.well look at you!" Gordo said, gesturing to me. I could feel a slight blush rise up in my cheeks so I shrugged and led the way up the stairs and into the school. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop grinning like a mad idiot at the comment that Gordo had made.
***
So.what did you think? I'm not that wrapped in it but if people like it then who am I to complain? Lol.
So happy! I've just seen the trailer for the new Harry Potter movie!!! I'm such a fan if you couldn't tell by the over punctuated word.
Nesserz.
Summary: Popularity is a privilege right? More like a disadvantage. At least that's how Lizzie sees it. She's miserable and she just wants to get her friends back and goes to some interesting lengths in getting them back. But will they forgive her this time?
