Author's Note:
After posting several stories that I never quite finished and one that I had to work very hard to finish. I think I finally found out what I was doing wrong. I'm much happier writing simple, single, scenes. not longer stories. So. I decided to copy the idea of several other writers on this site (sorry guys. but it was a great idea) and post one chapter quick stories. I'm putting a couple now and whenever I find the time to add more, I will. ( So here goes the first. Hope u like!
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Lizzie McGuire!!! What were you thinking?
A Long Walk Home
Lizzie grimaced as she pulled the well-worn teal hoody over her head and prepared to face the blinding rainstorm. She knew that it wasn't wise of her to go out in this weather, but she also knew that she needed to. She needed to walk. just walk the troubles of the past few days out of her mind. She needed time alone to work things out in her head, and right now, a walk through a downpour seemed like the only way to accomplish that.
Lizzie struggled against the strong wind to open the door. When that small task was accomplished she slowly trudged her way down the stairs and began on her way down the flooded sidewalk. Water sloshed in her shoes and her hair was already soaked and clinging to her face. Yet Lizzie was unaware of her messy, unkempt appearance. The only thing she could see, to focus on was Miranda's death.
"Why Miranda?" she asked herself out loud, although in the pounding torrents of rain she could not hear even her own voice. Vivid images of the lifeless body sprawled out across the living room floor flashed through her mind. Lizzie had never seen such an awful sight, and the fact that Miranda and she had been best friends added to the anxiety and torture. Lizzie was left in a state of almost lifelessness herself.
For the past three days, she had spoken to almost nobody. She had spent every moment of each day and night thinking, blankly staring ahead of her, as if unaware of the world around her. No tears fell from her eyes. She hadn't eaten, she couldn't bear to eat. She hadn't slept, she couldn't bear to sleep. Her parents did not know what to do besides let her get over her grief on her own time.
But now things were starting to get even worse for Lizzie. As she trudged semiconsciously down the flooded sidewalk, she began to enter a state of delirium. The world began to spin as her wet, chilled, starved, sleepless body searched for a way to protect itself from self-destruction. Unable to go any further, Lizzie collapsed into a puddle.
Breathing heavily, she was aware of the fact that she was laying in a pool of water. Yet, she had neither strength nor the will to get herself up. Nobody had been able to help her get over this and she doubted that she could do it herself. No, life as she knew it was over.
But then again, it may not have been.
Opening the front door of the house, a young man called over his shoulder to someone in the house. Grumbling, he hopped down the stairs as the rain instantly began to flatten out his dark brown, curly hair. He jingled his keys and jumped into his car, slamming the door in a frustrated way behind him.
He started up the engine and pulled at a moderate speed out the driveway and began on his way eat down the country road. His eyes were on the street ahead of him, watching it carefully, as it was hard to see in the pouring rain. Yet, as he turned onto a busier street, something possessed him to glance over to the sidewalk.
What he saw as he glanced off the road for a split second was enough to cause him to slam on his breaks. In the pouring rain he could barely make out the figure of a person, laying on the sidewalk.
He pulled over to the side of the road and ran towards the figure. At first, he was unsure whether it was a body or someone who had fallen down injured, but as he approached and saw the matted blonde hair and familiar teal hoody, he knew exactly who this was and he rushed to her side.
His first instinct was to reach for her wrist. Yes, there was a pulse, and a pretty strong one at that. He was about to examine his friend further, when she turned her head slowly toward him. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was okay. but then again. she looked pretty distraught and sickly.
Without thinking any further, he scooped her up off the sidewalk and took her to his car. Lizzie suddenly gained consciousness of the situation and sat upright in the car seat. "Gordo where are you taking me?" she asked in a weak voice.
Gordo looked into her tired, distressed eyes. "Home, Lizzie. I'm taking you home."
Lizzie went into a state of hysterics. "No. no I don't want to go home. I. I can't. Miranda's gone and. no no I cant go home." She went on.
Gordo tried to calm her. "Okay then, we'll go to my house. But I'm going to get you out of this rain and your wet clothes." At this, Lizzie seemed to agree. Gordo closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car to get in.
For a long while, the car was quiet. Lizzie rested her head against the door as they drove. Gordo was sure that she was asleep, and tried his best not to disturb her. Then suddenly, as if awaking as a new person, Lizzie awoke and asked in a stronger voice, more herself.
"Gordo what am I going to do? How can Miranda be gone?"
Gordo pulled into the driveway and reached over, stroking her cheek. "I.I don't know Lizzie. But its not worth losing you over too. Come on, lets go get you some dry clothes." He tried to assure her.
For the first time in almost a week, a single tear ran down Lizzie's cheek. She blinked and turned to open the door, but found that she was too weak. Gordo got out and opened the door, picking the drenched girl up again and carrying her up the stairs and through the door into the warm kitchen. Without even pausing, he proceeded up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat Lizzie down on his bed and she smiled at him gently.
He began rummaging through his closet for a pair of pajama pants and a t- shirt for her to wear. When he found them he handed them to her and started on his way out of the room.
But Lizzie called after him. "I. I cant Gordo. Help me."
Gordo turned around and walked back over to the bed on which his girlfriend sat. Any other time, he would have loved this opportunity, but now he was too worried about Lizzie to care. He gently peeled off her wet jeans and replaced them with his flannel pajama bottoms. He helped her bring the soaked hoody and her t-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. He kissed her gently on the forehead as he pulled the dry shirt over her shoulders.
"Oh Liz." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." Gordo could feel himself about to cry, so he got up, not wanting to further disturb Lizzie. Grabbing a towel and a brush, he began to dry and comb out the matted hair. Lizzie sighed and laid her head on his lap, instantly falling into a restful sleep.
After an hour or so, Gordo scooted Lizzie over and pulled the covers up over her. He figures that he'd let her sleep for several hours and then wake her up and make her eat.
He went downstairs to get a drink, but moments later it hit him just how tired he was. It was now 3 am, and he hadn't slept much the night before. He trudged back up the stairs and fell asleep, his arm around Lizzie.
Lizzie awoke just long enough to think to herself, "Maybe Gordo's right. It will be okay."
After posting several stories that I never quite finished and one that I had to work very hard to finish. I think I finally found out what I was doing wrong. I'm much happier writing simple, single, scenes. not longer stories. So. I decided to copy the idea of several other writers on this site (sorry guys. but it was a great idea) and post one chapter quick stories. I'm putting a couple now and whenever I find the time to add more, I will. ( So here goes the first. Hope u like!
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Lizzie McGuire!!! What were you thinking?
A Long Walk Home
Lizzie grimaced as she pulled the well-worn teal hoody over her head and prepared to face the blinding rainstorm. She knew that it wasn't wise of her to go out in this weather, but she also knew that she needed to. She needed to walk. just walk the troubles of the past few days out of her mind. She needed time alone to work things out in her head, and right now, a walk through a downpour seemed like the only way to accomplish that.
Lizzie struggled against the strong wind to open the door. When that small task was accomplished she slowly trudged her way down the stairs and began on her way down the flooded sidewalk. Water sloshed in her shoes and her hair was already soaked and clinging to her face. Yet Lizzie was unaware of her messy, unkempt appearance. The only thing she could see, to focus on was Miranda's death.
"Why Miranda?" she asked herself out loud, although in the pounding torrents of rain she could not hear even her own voice. Vivid images of the lifeless body sprawled out across the living room floor flashed through her mind. Lizzie had never seen such an awful sight, and the fact that Miranda and she had been best friends added to the anxiety and torture. Lizzie was left in a state of almost lifelessness herself.
For the past three days, she had spoken to almost nobody. She had spent every moment of each day and night thinking, blankly staring ahead of her, as if unaware of the world around her. No tears fell from her eyes. She hadn't eaten, she couldn't bear to eat. She hadn't slept, she couldn't bear to sleep. Her parents did not know what to do besides let her get over her grief on her own time.
But now things were starting to get even worse for Lizzie. As she trudged semiconsciously down the flooded sidewalk, she began to enter a state of delirium. The world began to spin as her wet, chilled, starved, sleepless body searched for a way to protect itself from self-destruction. Unable to go any further, Lizzie collapsed into a puddle.
Breathing heavily, she was aware of the fact that she was laying in a pool of water. Yet, she had neither strength nor the will to get herself up. Nobody had been able to help her get over this and she doubted that she could do it herself. No, life as she knew it was over.
But then again, it may not have been.
Opening the front door of the house, a young man called over his shoulder to someone in the house. Grumbling, he hopped down the stairs as the rain instantly began to flatten out his dark brown, curly hair. He jingled his keys and jumped into his car, slamming the door in a frustrated way behind him.
He started up the engine and pulled at a moderate speed out the driveway and began on his way eat down the country road. His eyes were on the street ahead of him, watching it carefully, as it was hard to see in the pouring rain. Yet, as he turned onto a busier street, something possessed him to glance over to the sidewalk.
What he saw as he glanced off the road for a split second was enough to cause him to slam on his breaks. In the pouring rain he could barely make out the figure of a person, laying on the sidewalk.
He pulled over to the side of the road and ran towards the figure. At first, he was unsure whether it was a body or someone who had fallen down injured, but as he approached and saw the matted blonde hair and familiar teal hoody, he knew exactly who this was and he rushed to her side.
His first instinct was to reach for her wrist. Yes, there was a pulse, and a pretty strong one at that. He was about to examine his friend further, when she turned her head slowly toward him. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was okay. but then again. she looked pretty distraught and sickly.
Without thinking any further, he scooped her up off the sidewalk and took her to his car. Lizzie suddenly gained consciousness of the situation and sat upright in the car seat. "Gordo where are you taking me?" she asked in a weak voice.
Gordo looked into her tired, distressed eyes. "Home, Lizzie. I'm taking you home."
Lizzie went into a state of hysterics. "No. no I don't want to go home. I. I can't. Miranda's gone and. no no I cant go home." She went on.
Gordo tried to calm her. "Okay then, we'll go to my house. But I'm going to get you out of this rain and your wet clothes." At this, Lizzie seemed to agree. Gordo closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car to get in.
For a long while, the car was quiet. Lizzie rested her head against the door as they drove. Gordo was sure that she was asleep, and tried his best not to disturb her. Then suddenly, as if awaking as a new person, Lizzie awoke and asked in a stronger voice, more herself.
"Gordo what am I going to do? How can Miranda be gone?"
Gordo pulled into the driveway and reached over, stroking her cheek. "I.I don't know Lizzie. But its not worth losing you over too. Come on, lets go get you some dry clothes." He tried to assure her.
For the first time in almost a week, a single tear ran down Lizzie's cheek. She blinked and turned to open the door, but found that she was too weak. Gordo got out and opened the door, picking the drenched girl up again and carrying her up the stairs and through the door into the warm kitchen. Without even pausing, he proceeded up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat Lizzie down on his bed and she smiled at him gently.
He began rummaging through his closet for a pair of pajama pants and a t- shirt for her to wear. When he found them he handed them to her and started on his way out of the room.
But Lizzie called after him. "I. I cant Gordo. Help me."
Gordo turned around and walked back over to the bed on which his girlfriend sat. Any other time, he would have loved this opportunity, but now he was too worried about Lizzie to care. He gently peeled off her wet jeans and replaced them with his flannel pajama bottoms. He helped her bring the soaked hoody and her t-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. He kissed her gently on the forehead as he pulled the dry shirt over her shoulders.
"Oh Liz." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." Gordo could feel himself about to cry, so he got up, not wanting to further disturb Lizzie. Grabbing a towel and a brush, he began to dry and comb out the matted hair. Lizzie sighed and laid her head on his lap, instantly falling into a restful sleep.
After an hour or so, Gordo scooted Lizzie over and pulled the covers up over her. He figures that he'd let her sleep for several hours and then wake her up and make her eat.
He went downstairs to get a drink, but moments later it hit him just how tired he was. It was now 3 am, and he hadn't slept much the night before. He trudged back up the stairs and fell asleep, his arm around Lizzie.
Lizzie awoke just long enough to think to herself, "Maybe Gordo's right. It will be okay."