Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever own the Lizzie McGuire cast.
*pout* But I have worked out a rent to borrow deal with an anonymous man at
the loverly office of Disney. If you don't know him, then I claim nothing.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Lizzie McGuire fanfic, please no flames, they will not be tolerated. Happy reading, and please, REVIEW!!!
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"How could you?" she asked, staring at me somberly. I wanted desperately to answer her, but I couldn't form any words.
"How could you leave me? I'm all alone now. Now that you're gone. I don't know what to do without you. How can I go on?" She continued to stare at me, desperate for an answer. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her hands were trembling. 'I'm sorry,' I thought, still unable to form even a whimper. Even if I could, would she be able to understand why I left? I don't think she would.
"Talk to me! Just fucking talk to me! Please, just once before I leave, before I move. That's right, McGuire, I'm moving." There was a short pause. She chuckled to herself, then continued. "My parents say it's not healthy for me here. I need to get over everything that's happened." I blink a couple times before I absorb everything. 'Moving? She's, she's moving?' I question no one in particular. She sighs, defeated, and begins to talk again. "You're so selfish, McGuire. So fucking selfish. I did everything for you. I always agreed with you. God, I was always in your shadow. Huh, I was a shadow, and you never seemed to care."
"I cared, really, I did," I say, barely audible, once I'm able to form the words. She seems unfazed, and continues in her venting.
"I was always there to lend support for you while you had some spotlight shinning down on you, while I sat behind the drawn curtains. Damn you Lizzie. You left me alone, how can I continue to live? How can a shadow stay on the wall if the light is off? Or if the body is in a dark corner? Why? That's all I want to know."
"You were more than a shadow. You really were. You were your own person, in you dress, in your thoughts. You only helped me, not much more. You didn't devote your whole entire life to me. I didn't want to leave, really, I just had to. Please you have to believe me," I plead, looking into her dark brown eyes. She didn't respond, or even acknowledge that I said anything. She just continued. I knew she wouldn't understand. There was no way to make her, it was impossible.
"Why did you leave me and Gordo? Poor Gordo. Do you know what this is doing to him?"
"Miranda, please," I said, trying to get her away from Gordo. I couldn't stand thinking about him. He was the reason I left, unintentionally of course. He didn't know how I felt, and when I finally told him, he said it was too late. He had already fallen for Parker Mackenzie. How stupid was I to think that he'd hang on me forever? Pretty stupid. Miranda finally stopped pacing, and stared at me hard. She blinked and suddenly broke down crying.
"Miranda, don't cry," I say, making no move to comfort her. I don't know what else to do, I don't know how she would react if I touched her. Finally I give in and put my arms around her. I feel her tense up, and sigh. 'At least she didn't push away.' I think as I start to stroke her hair. I start to whisper comforting words to her and she slowly begins to calm down. After awhile she sits down, and I let go. She's not looking at me now, but continues to stare at my previous potition.
"It's a lovely day, your favorite kind of day," she whispers solemnly.
"Yeah, nice and sunny. At least that's how I used to like the days, before my depression," I answer back, smiling a bit. She smiles, too.
"I knew you liked the sun, but I know how much you like those clouds and rain now. I liked you before the depression, but I was still there for you. You just didn't need me anymore. You were in the dark, and in the dark there is no need for your shadow." A bitter-sweet smile crossed her tear stained face as she said the last comment.
"Yeah, rain is good. Is your favorite day still the cloudy ones, too?" I ask, crossing my arms and looking to the sky.
"Gordo is really messed up. He hates himself, and swears it's all his fault that you're gone. I know it's not really his fault, and try to tell him. But he just closes himself off in his room. Doesn't take my calls, or anyone's for that matter. He keeps waiting for you to call, or come over, or something. But I know you won't, you can't come back." She confesses, closing her eyes.
"I want to come back, you know that, right? I'm sorry for leaving. Can you ever forgive me?" I ask, looking back to her.
"I brought you flowers, your favorite," she says placing the white daisies at my feet. I don't move to pick them up. I don't want flowers. I want an answer. She won't answer me though, she never does when she comes here in a frenzy like she did today.
"Why can't you just talk to me Lizzie?" She suddenly asks, barely audible, but I hear her. "Why can't you just fucking answer me?! I just want to talk to you. Say something, anything." A tear runs down her cheek, but she wipes it away before more can come. I look at her.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. She sighs, and takes in a deep breath.
"Goodbye, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire. I know you don't need your shadow anymore. I'm sorry for what I did, for what Gordo did. I wish you could have just forgiven us before you left. Before you took the easy way out. I love you, always will. I'm sorry," she says hugging her arms around her shivering body.
"Miranda, don't leave me. I'll miss you to much," I plead again, putting my head in my hands.
"I'll miss you," she says getting up to go. I want to stop her, to throw my arms around her, to talk to her. But I can't, she won't understand, she won't respond. She doesn't see me anymore, no one does. I'm all alone, by myself. There is no going back to them. Not her, not my family. Not Gordo. Never. I'm doomed to be here in misery and darkness. I sigh and look up at Miranda's retreating form, and I can't help but smile. She was a great friend.
"I forgive you," I whisper into the wind, hoping that by some miracle the small breeze will make it passed her ears. I see her pause in mid stride, and before I can even blink again, she moves on, never once looking back.
HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? Please, tell me by REVIEWING!
A/N: The next chapter will be Miranda's point of view, and a lot more explaining on outbursts and such.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Lizzie McGuire fanfic, please no flames, they will not be tolerated. Happy reading, and please, REVIEW!!!
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"How could you?" she asked, staring at me somberly. I wanted desperately to answer her, but I couldn't form any words.
"How could you leave me? I'm all alone now. Now that you're gone. I don't know what to do without you. How can I go on?" She continued to stare at me, desperate for an answer. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her hands were trembling. 'I'm sorry,' I thought, still unable to form even a whimper. Even if I could, would she be able to understand why I left? I don't think she would.
"Talk to me! Just fucking talk to me! Please, just once before I leave, before I move. That's right, McGuire, I'm moving." There was a short pause. She chuckled to herself, then continued. "My parents say it's not healthy for me here. I need to get over everything that's happened." I blink a couple times before I absorb everything. 'Moving? She's, she's moving?' I question no one in particular. She sighs, defeated, and begins to talk again. "You're so selfish, McGuire. So fucking selfish. I did everything for you. I always agreed with you. God, I was always in your shadow. Huh, I was a shadow, and you never seemed to care."
"I cared, really, I did," I say, barely audible, once I'm able to form the words. She seems unfazed, and continues in her venting.
"I was always there to lend support for you while you had some spotlight shinning down on you, while I sat behind the drawn curtains. Damn you Lizzie. You left me alone, how can I continue to live? How can a shadow stay on the wall if the light is off? Or if the body is in a dark corner? Why? That's all I want to know."
"You were more than a shadow. You really were. You were your own person, in you dress, in your thoughts. You only helped me, not much more. You didn't devote your whole entire life to me. I didn't want to leave, really, I just had to. Please you have to believe me," I plead, looking into her dark brown eyes. She didn't respond, or even acknowledge that I said anything. She just continued. I knew she wouldn't understand. There was no way to make her, it was impossible.
"Why did you leave me and Gordo? Poor Gordo. Do you know what this is doing to him?"
"Miranda, please," I said, trying to get her away from Gordo. I couldn't stand thinking about him. He was the reason I left, unintentionally of course. He didn't know how I felt, and when I finally told him, he said it was too late. He had already fallen for Parker Mackenzie. How stupid was I to think that he'd hang on me forever? Pretty stupid. Miranda finally stopped pacing, and stared at me hard. She blinked and suddenly broke down crying.
"Miranda, don't cry," I say, making no move to comfort her. I don't know what else to do, I don't know how she would react if I touched her. Finally I give in and put my arms around her. I feel her tense up, and sigh. 'At least she didn't push away.' I think as I start to stroke her hair. I start to whisper comforting words to her and she slowly begins to calm down. After awhile she sits down, and I let go. She's not looking at me now, but continues to stare at my previous potition.
"It's a lovely day, your favorite kind of day," she whispers solemnly.
"Yeah, nice and sunny. At least that's how I used to like the days, before my depression," I answer back, smiling a bit. She smiles, too.
"I knew you liked the sun, but I know how much you like those clouds and rain now. I liked you before the depression, but I was still there for you. You just didn't need me anymore. You were in the dark, and in the dark there is no need for your shadow." A bitter-sweet smile crossed her tear stained face as she said the last comment.
"Yeah, rain is good. Is your favorite day still the cloudy ones, too?" I ask, crossing my arms and looking to the sky.
"Gordo is really messed up. He hates himself, and swears it's all his fault that you're gone. I know it's not really his fault, and try to tell him. But he just closes himself off in his room. Doesn't take my calls, or anyone's for that matter. He keeps waiting for you to call, or come over, or something. But I know you won't, you can't come back." She confesses, closing her eyes.
"I want to come back, you know that, right? I'm sorry for leaving. Can you ever forgive me?" I ask, looking back to her.
"I brought you flowers, your favorite," she says placing the white daisies at my feet. I don't move to pick them up. I don't want flowers. I want an answer. She won't answer me though, she never does when she comes here in a frenzy like she did today.
"Why can't you just talk to me Lizzie?" She suddenly asks, barely audible, but I hear her. "Why can't you just fucking answer me?! I just want to talk to you. Say something, anything." A tear runs down her cheek, but she wipes it away before more can come. I look at her.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. She sighs, and takes in a deep breath.
"Goodbye, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire. I know you don't need your shadow anymore. I'm sorry for what I did, for what Gordo did. I wish you could have just forgiven us before you left. Before you took the easy way out. I love you, always will. I'm sorry," she says hugging her arms around her shivering body.
"Miranda, don't leave me. I'll miss you to much," I plead again, putting my head in my hands.
"I'll miss you," she says getting up to go. I want to stop her, to throw my arms around her, to talk to her. But I can't, she won't understand, she won't respond. She doesn't see me anymore, no one does. I'm all alone, by myself. There is no going back to them. Not her, not my family. Not Gordo. Never. I'm doomed to be here in misery and darkness. I sigh and look up at Miranda's retreating form, and I can't help but smile. She was a great friend.
"I forgive you," I whisper into the wind, hoping that by some miracle the small breeze will make it passed her ears. I see her pause in mid stride, and before I can even blink again, she moves on, never once looking back.
HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? Please, tell me by REVIEWING!
A/N: The next chapter will be Miranda's point of view, and a lot more explaining on outbursts and such.