A/N: This is my first Lizzie Fan Fic, and it would be much appreciated if
you could review and keep me updated on what you think about the story!
Thanks a bunch!
.:*Nobody Wants To Be Lonely*:.
~Chapter One: Tonight the Heartache's on Me~
An eerie silence was abruptly broken in the McGuire household as a faint whimpering ricocheted from room to room. Upstairs in the limelight of the television screen sat a teary eyed teenage girl. The look on her face was that of pure anguish, yet it was clear that even in such a moment of angst, Lizzie McGuire was nothing short than beautiful. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded down her slender back and her milky white skin shone brilliantly in the glare of the television. Her dazzling appearance was breathtaking, even if she was only in pajamas. With her perfect figure and porcelain-like face, Lizzie was every teenage boy's fantasy. That is, except for the one boy she loved the most.
"Why, Gordo? Why," Lizzie muttered lifelessly to herself as she agonized in a moment of reverie. Only weeks before, she had relished in the enchantment she felt whenever David Gordon had caressed her skin or merely gazed into her stunning hazel eyes. She would give her life just to feel those sweeping emotions that the couple had shared almost every day of their one- month relationship. She knew deep inside that she was at fault for their curt and painstaking parting. It was her that had decided to call it quits on the love that she had cherished day in and day out. And it was also her who had turned away from her soul mate when he had needed her most. He even asked her endlessly to forgive and forget, begging his blonde haired beauty to take him back. Listening to Gordo crying on the phone for hours on end, Lizzie had had multiple chances to apologize for her hasty refusal to continue on their journey of infatuation. His arms had been wide open, and instead of running back to him, she chose to sit in the shadows, not knowing that weeks later it would be too late for any joyful reunion of their two shattered hearts. But what did she expect? When had she ever been capable of understanding anything of such high importance, let alone the prospect that she, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, had fallen head over heals in love?
Turning off the television, Lizzie crawled into her four poster bed and found a moment of serenity in the warmth of the sheets concealing her body. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. It was times like these when his haunting words echoed across the room. "Lizzie darling, you know I still love you, but, I've been thinking, you should probably move on. What I'm trying to say honey is why should such a beautiful thing like you waste your time on me? Most likely, we'll never see each other over the summer. I love you so much baby, but maybe we are better off apart. Please don't be angry, I'm really sorry. I don't want to cut this off; I'm so lost without you. But being your boyfriend would just be too strenuous over the summer. I miss you enough as it is. You're still my angel from up above and I'll always be here for you. I mean, we're so close, nothing is really changing. But, I would like to avoid people thinking we're together. Instead, you'll be my secret crush. My secret soul mate. My secret sweetheart. And when school starts up again in the fall, the secret might disappear. Get it? Well, sweetheart, I've got to go. I still love you, with all my heart and all my soul. You still are my everything . . ."
At the mention of "my everything" tears rapidly formed and condescended across Lizzie's cheeks. "You were my everything Gordo, didn't you realize that? You were my world; you completed me! Sometimes I couldn't tell where you stopped and where I began. How can you expect me to go on without you," she whispered as if Gordo was listening to her every word. She had become accustomed to feeling overwhelmed and confused. Her nightly tremors were due to this, and although she was overcome with emotion, the tears ceased only when she set foot outside the comforting doors of her room. So alone in her depression, Lizzie had no one to turn to, not even herself. This factor troubled her, and soon her outlook on life became simply bleak and dismal. No longer did she hold tight to hope or faith. She only knew pain and heartache, and as startling as it may seem, Lizzie did not wish to return to her previous state of exultation. She wanted to bask alone in her wallowing sorrows, reliving her blissful past solely in her dreams. Yet even so, these hallucinations only mirrored her prior happiness, and they were easily overcome with nightmares about Gordo and his courtesan Amanda.
The notorious Amanda McKenna had been on Lizzie's mind since her former lover had glorified Amanda's presence. She was affectionately referred to as his "Mandy," allowing her to light up his life after he had been left in the dark by his past girlfriend. Although it hurt, the truth was that Gordo had moved on. Lizzie McGuire was his undeniable past, and Amanda was his inspiring future. Gordo's heart instantaneously craved Mandy. Lizzie remained yesterday's news, carelessly cast aside. In the weeks to come, she would be forgotten and replaced forever.
Humming to herself Lizzie began to lose track of thought. But before she became overcome with slumber, she mumbled, "I was once filled with doubt. But it's all figured out. Nothing good can last. Sorry Gordo for letting you down. I guess I really wasn't the miracle you were looking for . . ." And with that, Lizzie fell into a restless sleep.
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.:*Nobody Wants To Be Lonely*:.
~Chapter One: Tonight the Heartache's on Me~
An eerie silence was abruptly broken in the McGuire household as a faint whimpering ricocheted from room to room. Upstairs in the limelight of the television screen sat a teary eyed teenage girl. The look on her face was that of pure anguish, yet it was clear that even in such a moment of angst, Lizzie McGuire was nothing short than beautiful. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded down her slender back and her milky white skin shone brilliantly in the glare of the television. Her dazzling appearance was breathtaking, even if she was only in pajamas. With her perfect figure and porcelain-like face, Lizzie was every teenage boy's fantasy. That is, except for the one boy she loved the most.
"Why, Gordo? Why," Lizzie muttered lifelessly to herself as she agonized in a moment of reverie. Only weeks before, she had relished in the enchantment she felt whenever David Gordon had caressed her skin or merely gazed into her stunning hazel eyes. She would give her life just to feel those sweeping emotions that the couple had shared almost every day of their one- month relationship. She knew deep inside that she was at fault for their curt and painstaking parting. It was her that had decided to call it quits on the love that she had cherished day in and day out. And it was also her who had turned away from her soul mate when he had needed her most. He even asked her endlessly to forgive and forget, begging his blonde haired beauty to take him back. Listening to Gordo crying on the phone for hours on end, Lizzie had had multiple chances to apologize for her hasty refusal to continue on their journey of infatuation. His arms had been wide open, and instead of running back to him, she chose to sit in the shadows, not knowing that weeks later it would be too late for any joyful reunion of their two shattered hearts. But what did she expect? When had she ever been capable of understanding anything of such high importance, let alone the prospect that she, Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, had fallen head over heals in love?
Turning off the television, Lizzie crawled into her four poster bed and found a moment of serenity in the warmth of the sheets concealing her body. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. It was times like these when his haunting words echoed across the room. "Lizzie darling, you know I still love you, but, I've been thinking, you should probably move on. What I'm trying to say honey is why should such a beautiful thing like you waste your time on me? Most likely, we'll never see each other over the summer. I love you so much baby, but maybe we are better off apart. Please don't be angry, I'm really sorry. I don't want to cut this off; I'm so lost without you. But being your boyfriend would just be too strenuous over the summer. I miss you enough as it is. You're still my angel from up above and I'll always be here for you. I mean, we're so close, nothing is really changing. But, I would like to avoid people thinking we're together. Instead, you'll be my secret crush. My secret soul mate. My secret sweetheart. And when school starts up again in the fall, the secret might disappear. Get it? Well, sweetheart, I've got to go. I still love you, with all my heart and all my soul. You still are my everything . . ."
At the mention of "my everything" tears rapidly formed and condescended across Lizzie's cheeks. "You were my everything Gordo, didn't you realize that? You were my world; you completed me! Sometimes I couldn't tell where you stopped and where I began. How can you expect me to go on without you," she whispered as if Gordo was listening to her every word. She had become accustomed to feeling overwhelmed and confused. Her nightly tremors were due to this, and although she was overcome with emotion, the tears ceased only when she set foot outside the comforting doors of her room. So alone in her depression, Lizzie had no one to turn to, not even herself. This factor troubled her, and soon her outlook on life became simply bleak and dismal. No longer did she hold tight to hope or faith. She only knew pain and heartache, and as startling as it may seem, Lizzie did not wish to return to her previous state of exultation. She wanted to bask alone in her wallowing sorrows, reliving her blissful past solely in her dreams. Yet even so, these hallucinations only mirrored her prior happiness, and they were easily overcome with nightmares about Gordo and his courtesan Amanda.
The notorious Amanda McKenna had been on Lizzie's mind since her former lover had glorified Amanda's presence. She was affectionately referred to as his "Mandy," allowing her to light up his life after he had been left in the dark by his past girlfriend. Although it hurt, the truth was that Gordo had moved on. Lizzie McGuire was his undeniable past, and Amanda was his inspiring future. Gordo's heart instantaneously craved Mandy. Lizzie remained yesterday's news, carelessly cast aside. In the weeks to come, she would be forgotten and replaced forever.
Humming to herself Lizzie began to lose track of thought. But before she became overcome with slumber, she mumbled, "I was once filled with doubt. But it's all figured out. Nothing good can last. Sorry Gordo for letting you down. I guess I really wasn't the miracle you were looking for . . ." And with that, Lizzie fell into a restless sleep.
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