Hey everyone. This is my first fan fiction, so if you can just let me know what ya think then I will be a very happy young lady!
Hey again. Guess what? I do not own any of Lizzie McGuire. Not even a fingernail. If I did, then tell me what the point would be in writing a fan fiction? I do however, own Roxy, the aunt and uncle, Abbey, and Trevor. But nothing else. ("AN" stands for animated Lizzie) Enjoy!
Lizzie McGuire sat down on her bed on top of the piles of clothes that lined it. She was home. Sighing, she picked up her suitcase and began to neatly organize the heap of clothes that she wore to Rome. Rome. It seemed so long ago, Lizzie thought to herself, when in reality, it was only two days ago. Then, her thoughts seemingly drifted back to the last night in Rome. The night where she preformed in front of thousands of people, where Paolo turned out to be a caniving jackal, and where on a starry rooftop of the hotel, Lizzie kissed Gordo. David Gordon. Her best friend.
"So why do I feel so weird?" Lizzie asked out loud.
(AN-- Well, maybe it is due to the fact that I kissed my best friend. On the lips. In Rome. Gosh, I can be so blond at times.)
There was a knock at her bedroom door as Lizzie brushed back a mass of blond hair. Jo McGuire peeked her head inside the doorframe and smiled at her daughter. In her hand were cookies.
(AN-- Oh great, (stuffs a cookie in her mouth) she knows)
"Hey hun. Can I come in?" Lizzie looks up from her suitcase.
"sure mom." Jo settles herself on Lizzie's bed and looks at her daughter. Lizzie takes a big deep sigh. Jo smiles at her daughter's lack of communication.
"Lizzie, what's wrong, and don't tell me 'nothing'." Lizzie opened her mouth to speak.
(AN-- Well, let's see, I kissed Gordo, and I have no idea why, and now I can't bear to talk to him.)
"Well, let's see mom, while in Rome I kissed Gordo, have no idea why, and now we are both avoiding each other."
(AN-- Hey, good for me! I finally spoke my mind! I deserve another cookie. [eats another cookie])
Jo looked at Lizzie with raised eyebrows. She then removed her glasses and wiped them in light circles on her blouse, all the while, staring into space. She then picked up a cookie off of the plate she was carrying, and took a slow bite. Lizzie sat twisting her hair in her hands. Finally, Jo spoke.
"Well, what do you want me to say Lizzie?"
(AN-- Say that everything will be alright and that it'll all work out okay. Do your mother thing!)
"Okay then. For starters, why do you think I did it?" Lizzie asked. Jo tilted her head to the side.
"Well hun, maybe you sort of have some feelings for Gordo and they were expressed in that action. Maybe it was partially the atmosphere of romance and Rome too." Lizzie took another deep breath, her reaction expressed in her full lungs.
"But how can Gordo and I still be good friends if this is going to be so...awkward?"
"All you can do is talk to him and act like you normally would and then make the best of it." Lizzie nodded, not very much comforted. That did sound easy. But would it actually be easy?
"And if it does help any Lizzie, I couldn't think of any better couple then you two."
"No, that really doesn't help much mom, but thanks for trying." Jo kissed her daughter's forehead and smiled at her.
"It'll be fine Lizzie. You'll see."
(AN-- Now she says it.)
Jo stood up from the bed and placed the cookies on Lizzie's nightstand. She paused under the door.
"Oh Lizzie, I forgot. This might cheer you up. Uncle Ryan, Aunt Sophie and Roxy and Trevor are going to be moving over near us." Lizzie's hazel eyes lit up with renewed enthusiasm. Roxy. Her coolest and most favorite cousin who happened to only be a couple months apart in age from Lizzie. Matt poked his spiky head in Lizzie's room.
"Mom, did you just say that Trevor is going to be moving near us?" Jo nodded her head. Matt's lips curved into a sinister grin as he did a victory dance around the hallway. Lizzie groaned. And with the package of coolest cousin, she also got Trevor, Roxy's annoying little brother who, needless to say, got along quite well with Matt and his company of Lanny and Melina.
"Hey Lizzie, maybe you should give Roxy a call before dinner to chat with her," Jo suggested. Lizzie nodded thoughtfully as her mother closed the bedroom door. Roxy always had the answers.
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"Hello?" questioned a voice on the other end of the line. Lizzie could hear rock music playing in the background.
"Hey Rox. It's me--Lizzie." Lizzie listened intently and heard the music silence in the background and heard the distinct sound of someone flopping onto their bed. Lizzie smiled and knew this sound quite well. Her and Miranda did it all the time.
"Lizzie? Oh my gosh girl! I have missed hearing from you! Did your mom and dad tell you the good news? We'll be going to the same school. I can not wait!" Lizzie nodded, forgetting for the moment that Roxy could not see her.
"Look, Roxy, I've got a dilemma on my hands. Can you give your cousin some advice?" Roxy's voice automatically switched tones. A full rotated turn in tone.
"Liz, you know that you can tell me anything..."
(AN-- And the #1 reason that I love my cousin...)
"...but hold on one second. TREVOR! If you do not put down the hall phone before I drag you into my room and hang you by your spiky little head on my ceiling!"Lizzie heard a click on another line.
"She's done that before you know," Trevor replied.
"TREVOR!!" Lizzie stifled a laugh.
"Alright. Gee Roxy, I'm going." There was another click and the conversation was only the two of them again. Roxy sighed with frustration on the other end.
"Brothers,"she muttered under her breath, as if it were a curse word. Lizzie beamed. Another thing that Roxy could relate to in Lizzie's life.
"Well," began Lizzie, "do you remember Gordo?" There was a pause.
"You mean the cute kid with the curly dark hair?"
"Yup. Good old Gordo"
"Okay, go on Liz."
"So, we went to Rome at the end of last year..." Roxy burst in.
"Whoa! Rome? I'm lucky enough if I can go to Sea World...but whatever. Go on again."
"See, there I was mistaken for a pop princess who could pass for my twin, sang at the IVMA's, and then, on the last night there, I kind of kissed Gordo, on the lips..." Lizzie's voice trailed off. Roxy was silent for a moment and Lizzie began to notice how unusually happy the birds outside of her window seemed to be.
"On the lips, Lizzie?" Lizzie sighed with confusion. It was still hard to believe herself.
"......"
"Rox? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, hold on girl. I am still thinking....well, seems to me that you like Gordo."
(AN-- I could have told you that)
"But what do I do?" Roxy hummed in the background.
"Well, I am going to be down there next week, so just play it cool with Gordo, and when I get there, we will figure something out girl. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"That's the plan."
Hey again. Guess what? I do not own any of Lizzie McGuire. Not even a fingernail. If I did, then tell me what the point would be in writing a fan fiction? I do however, own Roxy, the aunt and uncle, Abbey, and Trevor. But nothing else. ("AN" stands for animated Lizzie) Enjoy!
Lizzie McGuire sat down on her bed on top of the piles of clothes that lined it. She was home. Sighing, she picked up her suitcase and began to neatly organize the heap of clothes that she wore to Rome. Rome. It seemed so long ago, Lizzie thought to herself, when in reality, it was only two days ago. Then, her thoughts seemingly drifted back to the last night in Rome. The night where she preformed in front of thousands of people, where Paolo turned out to be a caniving jackal, and where on a starry rooftop of the hotel, Lizzie kissed Gordo. David Gordon. Her best friend.
"So why do I feel so weird?" Lizzie asked out loud.
(AN-- Well, maybe it is due to the fact that I kissed my best friend. On the lips. In Rome. Gosh, I can be so blond at times.)
There was a knock at her bedroom door as Lizzie brushed back a mass of blond hair. Jo McGuire peeked her head inside the doorframe and smiled at her daughter. In her hand were cookies.
(AN-- Oh great, (stuffs a cookie in her mouth) she knows)
"Hey hun. Can I come in?" Lizzie looks up from her suitcase.
"sure mom." Jo settles herself on Lizzie's bed and looks at her daughter. Lizzie takes a big deep sigh. Jo smiles at her daughter's lack of communication.
"Lizzie, what's wrong, and don't tell me 'nothing'." Lizzie opened her mouth to speak.
(AN-- Well, let's see, I kissed Gordo, and I have no idea why, and now I can't bear to talk to him.)
"Well, let's see mom, while in Rome I kissed Gordo, have no idea why, and now we are both avoiding each other."
(AN-- Hey, good for me! I finally spoke my mind! I deserve another cookie. [eats another cookie])
Jo looked at Lizzie with raised eyebrows. She then removed her glasses and wiped them in light circles on her blouse, all the while, staring into space. She then picked up a cookie off of the plate she was carrying, and took a slow bite. Lizzie sat twisting her hair in her hands. Finally, Jo spoke.
"Well, what do you want me to say Lizzie?"
(AN-- Say that everything will be alright and that it'll all work out okay. Do your mother thing!)
"Okay then. For starters, why do you think I did it?" Lizzie asked. Jo tilted her head to the side.
"Well hun, maybe you sort of have some feelings for Gordo and they were expressed in that action. Maybe it was partially the atmosphere of romance and Rome too." Lizzie took another deep breath, her reaction expressed in her full lungs.
"But how can Gordo and I still be good friends if this is going to be so...awkward?"
"All you can do is talk to him and act like you normally would and then make the best of it." Lizzie nodded, not very much comforted. That did sound easy. But would it actually be easy?
"And if it does help any Lizzie, I couldn't think of any better couple then you two."
"No, that really doesn't help much mom, but thanks for trying." Jo kissed her daughter's forehead and smiled at her.
"It'll be fine Lizzie. You'll see."
(AN-- Now she says it.)
Jo stood up from the bed and placed the cookies on Lizzie's nightstand. She paused under the door.
"Oh Lizzie, I forgot. This might cheer you up. Uncle Ryan, Aunt Sophie and Roxy and Trevor are going to be moving over near us." Lizzie's hazel eyes lit up with renewed enthusiasm. Roxy. Her coolest and most favorite cousin who happened to only be a couple months apart in age from Lizzie. Matt poked his spiky head in Lizzie's room.
"Mom, did you just say that Trevor is going to be moving near us?" Jo nodded her head. Matt's lips curved into a sinister grin as he did a victory dance around the hallway. Lizzie groaned. And with the package of coolest cousin, she also got Trevor, Roxy's annoying little brother who, needless to say, got along quite well with Matt and his company of Lanny and Melina.
"Hey Lizzie, maybe you should give Roxy a call before dinner to chat with her," Jo suggested. Lizzie nodded thoughtfully as her mother closed the bedroom door. Roxy always had the answers.
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"Hello?" questioned a voice on the other end of the line. Lizzie could hear rock music playing in the background.
"Hey Rox. It's me--Lizzie." Lizzie listened intently and heard the music silence in the background and heard the distinct sound of someone flopping onto their bed. Lizzie smiled and knew this sound quite well. Her and Miranda did it all the time.
"Lizzie? Oh my gosh girl! I have missed hearing from you! Did your mom and dad tell you the good news? We'll be going to the same school. I can not wait!" Lizzie nodded, forgetting for the moment that Roxy could not see her.
"Look, Roxy, I've got a dilemma on my hands. Can you give your cousin some advice?" Roxy's voice automatically switched tones. A full rotated turn in tone.
"Liz, you know that you can tell me anything..."
(AN-- And the #1 reason that I love my cousin...)
"...but hold on one second. TREVOR! If you do not put down the hall phone before I drag you into my room and hang you by your spiky little head on my ceiling!"Lizzie heard a click on another line.
"She's done that before you know," Trevor replied.
"TREVOR!!" Lizzie stifled a laugh.
"Alright. Gee Roxy, I'm going." There was another click and the conversation was only the two of them again. Roxy sighed with frustration on the other end.
"Brothers,"she muttered under her breath, as if it were a curse word. Lizzie beamed. Another thing that Roxy could relate to in Lizzie's life.
"Well," began Lizzie, "do you remember Gordo?" There was a pause.
"You mean the cute kid with the curly dark hair?"
"Yup. Good old Gordo"
"Okay, go on Liz."
"So, we went to Rome at the end of last year..." Roxy burst in.
"Whoa! Rome? I'm lucky enough if I can go to Sea World...but whatever. Go on again."
"See, there I was mistaken for a pop princess who could pass for my twin, sang at the IVMA's, and then, on the last night there, I kind of kissed Gordo, on the lips..." Lizzie's voice trailed off. Roxy was silent for a moment and Lizzie began to notice how unusually happy the birds outside of her window seemed to be.
"On the lips, Lizzie?" Lizzie sighed with confusion. It was still hard to believe herself.
"......"
"Rox? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, hold on girl. I am still thinking....well, seems to me that you like Gordo."
(AN-- I could have told you that)
"But what do I do?" Roxy hummed in the background.
"Well, I am going to be down there next week, so just play it cool with Gordo, and when I get there, we will figure something out girl. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"That's the plan."