A/N: You might think I'm writing this because I'm bored of my other story. . .well, I'm not! I'm actually writing it because a little variety never hurt anyone. Whose to say I can't write two stories?
Like I said, this is different, so everyone doesn't really know each other. . .actually, they all met each other last year. It's what they'd be like without each other. Oh, and for a slight twist, its kind of going to be narrated by a neutral character- Miranda, but sometimes won't be narrated by her at all. They are sixteen and help out at a camp.
Disclaimer: I'm only saying it once: I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Heaven in a Little Row Boat
POV: Miranda
Hola! Me llamo Miranda Sanchez. If someone told me this year was going to be crazier than last year before I got to Camp Grovepike, I would have told him or her they were loco. I mean, all things considered, last year was crazy. Last year was my fourth year at the camp, but a lot of new people came last year as well. I didn't think I'd get along with any of them, especially this girl named Lizzie, but by the end of the two-months, we were practically best friends.
The reason last year was so crazy was because all of us came from such different backgrounds and were there for different reasons. For example, I was there because I love children and being a camp counselor has always been my passion. Lizzie was there because her parents wanted her to get a job (and no offense but Lizzie is not the type of person who belongs outdoors) and this other guy who asked that we call him "Gordo," was there because his parents sent him there for some journey he missed in his childhood or something. Three very different people coming together to do what? Take care of children.
At first, none of us got along at all. We were brought together to be in charge of games the first night and let's just say that the children made less noise than the three of us. In fact, we almost got sent home, but they decided to give us one more chance. By the end of it all, we were inseparable. We exchanged e-mail addresses and Lizzie and Gordo, who hated each other the worst, ended up having a little summer fling. I heard from Lizzie that it ended once school started, though.
But that was all last year. This year was different. We were more mature and knew what we were doing (well, I knew what I was doing all along, but that's not the point.) This summer, a lot tested us though. Everything from jealousy, love, hate, irony, and most importantly, friendship tested us this summer.
On the last day of camp, I swore to them I'd remember this year forever, and so I am. I call this whole experience "Heaven in a Little Row Boat" because of that song. Everything was crazy, but in the end it came together and, metaphorically speaking of course, went to heaven in a little rowboat. No matter how crazy it all got, we stuck together and stayed together.
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This year's story begins in June. All the counselors arrived on Friday to prepare for Sunday's arrival. When I got there, Gordo was already there. I got out of my car (I drove!) and greeted him with a hug, "Hey Gordo! How are you?"
"Good."
"What's been going on with you this year?"
"Miranda," he said, rolling his eyes, "we e-mailed each other all year. You know exactly what's been going on."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Have you seen Lizzie?"
"No," Gordo said, looking at his watch, "Do you think she decided not to come?"
I raised my eyebrow, "Would this be a good thing?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. It's just that we had a really good time last year and I thought it would be fun to do it all over again."
"Yeah, you two really did have fun, didn't you? Sneaking off practically every night and disappearing off into the woods."
"Hey!" Gordo said, getting defensive, "We were taking hikes and learning about nature."
"Yeah," I said, "You would say that, wouldn't you?"
Gordo crossed his arms, "Say what you will, we didn't do anything."
"That's not what Lizzie said," I sang.
Gordo uncrossed his arms, "What? She told you???"
I smirked. This is from a boy who claims to make straight A's. . .how can he be so naïve? "Help me with my bags, will you?" I said, opening the trunk of my 1992 black Volvo.
"Nice wheels," he said, unenthusiastically. I think he was still upset about the whole Lizzie thing. I guess finding out that sneaking around wasn't so sneaky after all is embarrassing in some ways, especially for someone as modest as Gordo.
"Thanks. Where's yours?"
"I flew out here," he said.
"Oh," I said, shrugging. I handed him my suitcase and a bag. He took them while I took my trunk. "So, does Gordo have a girlfriend?"
"Does Gordo have a girlfriend," he mocked in a horribly done whiney version on a girl. The dude needs acting lessons.
"Well, does he?"
"Actually, he doesn't. Does Miranda have a boyfriend?" he asked in the same whiney voice he did mocking me.
"Nope," she said.
We headed toward the main camp, "I wonder what cabin I'm in this year."
"Cabin 8. You're right across from me and Lizzie is in the same cabin as you."
"Again? I didn't know they could do that," I said.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, well they can. I'm with Larry this year."
"Larry?" I repeated, not recognizing the name right away.
"Yeah, he's that guy that was in charge of kayaking."
"The one obsessed with Lord of the Rings or the one who didn't want to get his hair wet?"
Gordo laughed, "He was the one obsessed with Lord of the Rings. The other one is Ethan. He is no longer handling kayaks. He's in the drama department this year."
"Oh," I said. I remember Larry being nice and cute in a nerdy sort of way. Unlike some of us, I didn't get into a summer romance last year. I guess I'd figure they would go way after camp, and I was right. Look what happened to Lizzie and Gordo.
Gordo dropped me off with my stuff in front of my cabin and went to his own. I started unpacking, and came across the photo album I made from last year's experience. I sat on my cot and paused to look through it. I was looking at the pictures from Field Day and got lost in my own memories when I heard a voice saying, "So, where should I put my stuff?"
I looked up and saw Lizzie, "Lizzie!" I said, putting the album aside and running to give her a hug, "It seems like it's been so long!"
"Yeah," she said, letting me go and looking me over, "It's been ten months. Look at you, though! You look so old!"
I smiled, "Thanks. You don't look too young yourself." Lizzie did look older. I guess seeing myself everyday, I don't notice changes so much, but I guess I have changed a little. I feel more mature and older, anyway. But, Lizzie, she looked great. She had braided pigtails in her hair the last time I saw her, but this time he hair was a little shorter and a little blonder. She looked older, too, "Have you seen Gordo?" I asked, once we settled down from our excitement and she helped me make my bed.
"Not yet," Lizzie said casually, "Why?"
I shrugged, smiling to myself, "No reason. I think he is looking forward to seeing you."
"Really?" she said, intrigued.
"Yeah," I said, "You know, he about freaked when I told him I knew you two snuck off practically every night."
"Miranda!" she said, blushing slightly, "I thought I told you not to tell!"
"Well," I said, defending myself, "It's been over a year! Anyway, do you think something will happen to you two this year?"
"What?" Lizzie asked, smiling, "What do you mean? After the way we left? After not seeing or talking to him in nine months? After we left off on shaky terms?" she said, pausing for a minute, "In all honesty, Miranda, I think it's inevitable that something will happen" a smile cracked from her face.
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So there you have it, kids. Even Lizzie thought it was going to happen before camp even began. That tells you right there that something is going to happen, right?
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe summer romances are more than I thought they were. They might work for some people, but not for me.
Right?
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A/N: What do you think so far? Also, I made up everything about this camp, including the name and the idea is that it is in California and everyone is from California, but all of them come from different parts of the state. Please review! I haven't decided if I want to have questions or anything yet, so if you have any suggestions or opinions, let me know. I am giving it the rating of PG-13, just to be safe.
Like I said, this is different, so everyone doesn't really know each other. . .actually, they all met each other last year. It's what they'd be like without each other. Oh, and for a slight twist, its kind of going to be narrated by a neutral character- Miranda, but sometimes won't be narrated by her at all. They are sixteen and help out at a camp.
Disclaimer: I'm only saying it once: I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Heaven in a Little Row Boat
POV: Miranda
Hola! Me llamo Miranda Sanchez. If someone told me this year was going to be crazier than last year before I got to Camp Grovepike, I would have told him or her they were loco. I mean, all things considered, last year was crazy. Last year was my fourth year at the camp, but a lot of new people came last year as well. I didn't think I'd get along with any of them, especially this girl named Lizzie, but by the end of the two-months, we were practically best friends.
The reason last year was so crazy was because all of us came from such different backgrounds and were there for different reasons. For example, I was there because I love children and being a camp counselor has always been my passion. Lizzie was there because her parents wanted her to get a job (and no offense but Lizzie is not the type of person who belongs outdoors) and this other guy who asked that we call him "Gordo," was there because his parents sent him there for some journey he missed in his childhood or something. Three very different people coming together to do what? Take care of children.
At first, none of us got along at all. We were brought together to be in charge of games the first night and let's just say that the children made less noise than the three of us. In fact, we almost got sent home, but they decided to give us one more chance. By the end of it all, we were inseparable. We exchanged e-mail addresses and Lizzie and Gordo, who hated each other the worst, ended up having a little summer fling. I heard from Lizzie that it ended once school started, though.
But that was all last year. This year was different. We were more mature and knew what we were doing (well, I knew what I was doing all along, but that's not the point.) This summer, a lot tested us though. Everything from jealousy, love, hate, irony, and most importantly, friendship tested us this summer.
On the last day of camp, I swore to them I'd remember this year forever, and so I am. I call this whole experience "Heaven in a Little Row Boat" because of that song. Everything was crazy, but in the end it came together and, metaphorically speaking of course, went to heaven in a little rowboat. No matter how crazy it all got, we stuck together and stayed together.
^^^^
This year's story begins in June. All the counselors arrived on Friday to prepare for Sunday's arrival. When I got there, Gordo was already there. I got out of my car (I drove!) and greeted him with a hug, "Hey Gordo! How are you?"
"Good."
"What's been going on with you this year?"
"Miranda," he said, rolling his eyes, "we e-mailed each other all year. You know exactly what's been going on."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Have you seen Lizzie?"
"No," Gordo said, looking at his watch, "Do you think she decided not to come?"
I raised my eyebrow, "Would this be a good thing?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. It's just that we had a really good time last year and I thought it would be fun to do it all over again."
"Yeah, you two really did have fun, didn't you? Sneaking off practically every night and disappearing off into the woods."
"Hey!" Gordo said, getting defensive, "We were taking hikes and learning about nature."
"Yeah," I said, "You would say that, wouldn't you?"
Gordo crossed his arms, "Say what you will, we didn't do anything."
"That's not what Lizzie said," I sang.
Gordo uncrossed his arms, "What? She told you???"
I smirked. This is from a boy who claims to make straight A's. . .how can he be so naïve? "Help me with my bags, will you?" I said, opening the trunk of my 1992 black Volvo.
"Nice wheels," he said, unenthusiastically. I think he was still upset about the whole Lizzie thing. I guess finding out that sneaking around wasn't so sneaky after all is embarrassing in some ways, especially for someone as modest as Gordo.
"Thanks. Where's yours?"
"I flew out here," he said.
"Oh," I said, shrugging. I handed him my suitcase and a bag. He took them while I took my trunk. "So, does Gordo have a girlfriend?"
"Does Gordo have a girlfriend," he mocked in a horribly done whiney version on a girl. The dude needs acting lessons.
"Well, does he?"
"Actually, he doesn't. Does Miranda have a boyfriend?" he asked in the same whiney voice he did mocking me.
"Nope," she said.
We headed toward the main camp, "I wonder what cabin I'm in this year."
"Cabin 8. You're right across from me and Lizzie is in the same cabin as you."
"Again? I didn't know they could do that," I said.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, well they can. I'm with Larry this year."
"Larry?" I repeated, not recognizing the name right away.
"Yeah, he's that guy that was in charge of kayaking."
"The one obsessed with Lord of the Rings or the one who didn't want to get his hair wet?"
Gordo laughed, "He was the one obsessed with Lord of the Rings. The other one is Ethan. He is no longer handling kayaks. He's in the drama department this year."
"Oh," I said. I remember Larry being nice and cute in a nerdy sort of way. Unlike some of us, I didn't get into a summer romance last year. I guess I'd figure they would go way after camp, and I was right. Look what happened to Lizzie and Gordo.
Gordo dropped me off with my stuff in front of my cabin and went to his own. I started unpacking, and came across the photo album I made from last year's experience. I sat on my cot and paused to look through it. I was looking at the pictures from Field Day and got lost in my own memories when I heard a voice saying, "So, where should I put my stuff?"
I looked up and saw Lizzie, "Lizzie!" I said, putting the album aside and running to give her a hug, "It seems like it's been so long!"
"Yeah," she said, letting me go and looking me over, "It's been ten months. Look at you, though! You look so old!"
I smiled, "Thanks. You don't look too young yourself." Lizzie did look older. I guess seeing myself everyday, I don't notice changes so much, but I guess I have changed a little. I feel more mature and older, anyway. But, Lizzie, she looked great. She had braided pigtails in her hair the last time I saw her, but this time he hair was a little shorter and a little blonder. She looked older, too, "Have you seen Gordo?" I asked, once we settled down from our excitement and she helped me make my bed.
"Not yet," Lizzie said casually, "Why?"
I shrugged, smiling to myself, "No reason. I think he is looking forward to seeing you."
"Really?" she said, intrigued.
"Yeah," I said, "You know, he about freaked when I told him I knew you two snuck off practically every night."
"Miranda!" she said, blushing slightly, "I thought I told you not to tell!"
"Well," I said, defending myself, "It's been over a year! Anyway, do you think something will happen to you two this year?"
"What?" Lizzie asked, smiling, "What do you mean? After the way we left? After not seeing or talking to him in nine months? After we left off on shaky terms?" she said, pausing for a minute, "In all honesty, Miranda, I think it's inevitable that something will happen" a smile cracked from her face.
^^^
So there you have it, kids. Even Lizzie thought it was going to happen before camp even began. That tells you right there that something is going to happen, right?
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe summer romances are more than I thought they were. They might work for some people, but not for me.
Right?
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A/N: What do you think so far? Also, I made up everything about this camp, including the name and the idea is that it is in California and everyone is from California, but all of them come from different parts of the state. Please review! I haven't decided if I want to have questions or anything yet, so if you have any suggestions or opinions, let me know. I am giving it the rating of PG-13, just to be safe.