NOTE-- I couldn't get to sleep so I wrote this. This was one of my weird dreams, but I thought it would be neat to turn it into a Lizzie McGuire fan fiction. It's in Lizzie point of view.
KISSED THE PAPERBOY
I was at my grandma's house because my dad needed to fix something for her. I went outside and sat on the steps. I was so bored because there was nothing to do at her house. I just kept sitting there, kicking my feet and thinking about why I came here with my dad. I could've stayed home all by myself. But then I had seen the paperboy, who I had a crush on ever since I was 12. I walked up to him and started talking to him.
"So, what's your favorite TV show?" I asked. I was very scared. My hands were sweating and my heart was pounding.
"I really don't have one right now." he said.
We were very quiet for a minute or two, then I said, "Wanna come inside and have a seat?"
"I don't know," he said.
"Come on. Please." I begged.
"Okay, but only for a minute." he said and then came in.
"Where's everyone?" he asked.
"Their outside in the shed, way back in the back yard." I explained.
I grabbed him by the arm and brought him into the bathroom.
"Wh-Why did you bring me in here?" he asked, confused.
"Uh, Uh--to tell you something."
"Huh? What?"
I gulped, "Well," Pause. "I-I- think you are..." Another pause. "cute. Really cute. Charming. The keyword is that you're hot!" I took a breath. "Really?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded my head yes. I took his hand and held it.
We just stood there, staring at each other until I grabbed and threw him against the wall, easily and softly.
He got a weird look on his face, "Wh-wh-why did you do that for?"
I didn't answer. I just gave him a kiss on the lips, just like that. I couldn't believe it. So I kissed him three more times.
"Uh, uh, um, I gotta go. Bye." He opened the bathroom door and walked out the frontdoor. He continued his route.
I, once again, went outside to the porch and sat, thinking. Then I got up and just fell to the ground. Why? I guess because I just had my first kiss, and I was the one who made the move. I wish the paperboy could be my boyfriend until the end. That'd be wonderful.
After, I got up from the ground and went looking for him. He was nowhere to be found. Maybe he finished his route? Nah, because it has just been about 20 minutes since I kissed him.
I continued searching for him.
Dusk came, and still no sign of him. I shook my head. "Maybe I scared him off." Pause. "Maybe he doesn't ever want to see or talk to me again."
I was heartbroken. My crush is probably really scared of me now.
I walked home with my head down and tears rolling down my cheeks.
THE END...