A/N – I decided to take a break from my other fanfics and move onto something more relaxing and fun like Lizzie McGuire. Please bear in mind that this is my first Lizzie McGuire fanfic and though I was an avid fan of the show, I might get some things muddled up. Heh, that's my life. Let's move on, shall we?
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Title – Breaking Out
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst
Rating – PG-13
Main Pairings – Gordo/Lizzie, Miranda/? (I haven't decided this yet)
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of Lizzie McGuire. I'm only borrowing them for my (and your) entertainment. I hope you enjoy. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the series are entirely mine.
Summery – Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are now in high school, but everything's changed. The three of them have grown apart, leaving only memories of the past. In high school, where social status means LIFE, the trio have been 'categorized' into different groups. Can they break the bounds of stereotype and rekindle their own friendship? Can love become of this?
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Breaking Out
Realizations
David Gordon closed his eyes, wondering how it had all changed. How the 'Terrific Trio' (as Matt McGuire would say, sarcasm evident in his voice) had broken up. Maybe it was high school, where your social life was everything and stereotypes abound. Maybe it was the amount of work that was poured onto Gordo by the merciless teachers. Or maybe, it was because all three of them got immediately 'sorted' into different groups.
He didn't know that high school would be like this. Sure, he had skipped forward to it last year, but it never prepared him for the loss of friendship. Everything was so much easier in junior high. It was all about picking on Kate, gushing over Ethan, and complain about schoolwork. Black and white. No gray areas. Until now.
Already on their first day of high school had changed them slightly. Lizzie shared a locker with one of the members of the football team, Ken Bourne, and had fallen for him at once. Tall and good-looking, who could blame her? Miranda was still her own person, going about everywhere, making friends instantly. While Gordo? Gordo was—
"David Gordon? DAVID GORDON?!"
Gordo jolted and looked up at his algebra teacher, Mrs. Crawford. She motioned towards the board patiently. He analyzed the sum, tallying figures in his head.
"Uh... The 30th percentile is... twenty-nine books," he said clearly. Mrs. Crawford eyed him with praise before nodding and writing up another question. Snickers and hushed whispers came from the back of the room.
Geeky Gordo. Gordo the Nerd. Geek of the Week. That's what he was. No longer the 'smart-dude' as Ethan would have said in junior high, but one of the geek patrol.
Great. He was taking his usual trip down memory lane again. A sure fire way to get him down in the dumps.
This wasn't one of his better days.
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Miranda Sanchez strolled down the hallway, her black hair with purple tips glittering in the sunlight through the windows. She knew it was time for History, but she couldn't really give a damn about it anymore. She was bound to fail that class anyway. She continued down the hallway, heading for the more deserted area where she usually hung.
"Hey, Andie. Over here..."
A skinny hand waved out to her from the darkness. Upon further inspection, Miranda found out that it was her one of her friends, Jodi Fraise, along with Alana Fields and James Martin. She made a quick once-over of Alana. Miranda didn't know her well. James fiddled with his earring then patted the floor next to him. She gladly sat down beside him before Jodi gave a big sigh.
"My dear, dear, Andie. It does take you long. You're always the latest," she complained. James laughed softly before adding, "Besides, it's boring without you." Miranda was glad that the darkness was able to hide her deepening blush. She shoved him playfully, not wanting him to know how much his words affected her.
"What did I miss?" Miranda asked. Alana snorted loudly. "The usual, talking crap, stuff like that. We never do anything in here..." she trailed off. Miranda could almost feel Jodi shrug in response.
Jodi and Miranda had met after being paired up for Physical Education. Seeing as they both hated P.E, they hit it off right away. Miranda had a great fascination with Jodi's style. Black, gothic and yet still able to pull it off made Miranda admire her even more. Jodi had invited her to the mall with her later on to get some new clothes for Miranda, seeing that she was so enthusiastic. They had a hilarious afternoon, checking out accessories and threads. Needless to say, Miranda's mother was not pleased.
They had met James about a week later. Jodi had thought he was a total freakazoid but had changed her mind almost immediately when she heard that he loved Betty Blowtorch, one of Jodi's favorite bands. The three of them grew quite close and the two girls had taken to dragging James to every shopping trip they made, making him try on the weirdest clothes while he demanded ice-cream in payment. Miranda always gave in.
Alana was Jodi's friend. Miranda and James barely knew her, but accepted her anyway. Alana's sarcasm and twisted sense of humor was a good source of entertainment when they were bored to death. All of them were nothing like Gordo and Lizzie.
Miranda suddenly felt someone's breath on her neck. She was about to scream in absolute terror before James' quiet voice whispered in her ear, "Your hair smells nice."
Jodi heard and hooted, "James! You never say that MY hair smells nice!" She then grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lock of auburn hair. James forcefully pulled away, smiling slightly while Alana cackled.
Yeap, nothing like Lizzie and Gordo at all. Not that it was a bad thing.
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The lunch bell had rung but Elizabeth McGuire didn't move to get up from her seat. She was too busy running through her cheerleader routine. She came rushing back to reality as a hand slammed down on her desk.
"Ahaha! Got you there, Lizzie. You should've seen your face, girl!"
Mandie Jacobs smiled down at her while Lizzie frowned playfully before getting up. "What's on your mind?" asked Mandie, twirling her brown hair around a perfectly manicured finger. Lizzie gave a shake of her head. "It's just the new cheer combination," she said, as they made their way to the cafeteria, Mandie holding a paper bag. "Don't worry, Lizzie! You're awesome at them. And I should know!" said Mandie, rolling her eyes. "Such modesty," said Lizzie, smiling at her friend.
As soon as they walked through the cafeteria doors, voices from the far side corner called out to them.
"Hey Lizzie, Mandy! Over here!"
"You've got to help me with this question. I don't get it!"
"Where were you two, anyway?"
They sat down with the other girls, Brianna Lawson, Ellyanna Perez, Kirsty Davidson, and Mieko Bloom. All of them were in the cheerleading squad and had been close friends ever since tryouts day. Lizzie had grown exceptionally close with Mieko. The Japanese-American girl was such a good friend, even more so than what Lizzie could say of Miranda in their junior high days.
"Maybe we should use 'Fighter' for one of our songs for cheerleading. It's one of my favorites," said Elly, slurping on her soda. Kirsty twitched and eyebrow in annoyance. She had an amazing hatred for slurps. Lizzie could only grin in amusement as Elly slurped even louder, knowing full well that it would only irritate Kirsty even more. Brianna was hovering over her essay question, pestering Mieko about it. Lizzie didn't know what the big deal was, Brianna always managed a B point average in English Lit. Mandie didn't seem to be concentrating, looking at one of the tables near the windows.
"Lizzie, you're so lucky to be sharing a locker with Ken. KEN! And I'm sharing a locker with—"
"Peter Geslin, the geek freak," chorused everyone else at the table. They've heard this particular complaint many times already.
Lizzie considered herself pretty lucky as well. Sharing a locker with a total hunk had made her social ladder to soar. Ken had encouraged her to join the cheerleading squad and she did, more so of wanting to please him than anything else. Oh, and being one of the most popular girls in school did have an advantage as well.
Her eyes then caught chocolate brown from the other side of the cafeteria. Gordo. Gordo had finally gotten his growth spurt, and had now grown taller than Lizzie. Gordo's eyes seemed forever. She could practically drown in those sad depths of his. A voice broke her eye contact.
"Geez, Lizzie. You seem to be spacing out all the time now," said Mandie. "Come on, Liz. The bell just rang. Time for Algebra," said Mieko, carrying her books in one hand.
Lizzie and Mieko walked out of the stuffy cafeteria, dreading the next class. "Liz? You didn't eat anything just now. Aren't you hungry?" asked Mieko, softly. Liz could only smile in gratitude for her friends concern. "Nah, I ate a huge breakfast. Matt overslept so I stole all the cereal," she said. A laugh greeted this statement. They were so involved in their conversation that they didn't see a pair of chocolate eyes follow them.
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A/N – Should I continue? If you would like to see another chapter, please review. Flames will not be tolerated while constructive criticism are appreciated. It took me ages to type this out, so could you possibly spend at least 5 minutes or less to comment on this fic? Please and thank you!
Kawaii Kinomoto
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Title – Breaking Out
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst
Rating – PG-13
Main Pairings – Gordo/Lizzie, Miranda/? (I haven't decided this yet)
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of Lizzie McGuire. I'm only borrowing them for my (and your) entertainment. I hope you enjoy. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the series are entirely mine.
Summery – Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are now in high school, but everything's changed. The three of them have grown apart, leaving only memories of the past. In high school, where social status means LIFE, the trio have been 'categorized' into different groups. Can they break the bounds of stereotype and rekindle their own friendship? Can love become of this?
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Breaking Out
Realizations
David Gordon closed his eyes, wondering how it had all changed. How the 'Terrific Trio' (as Matt McGuire would say, sarcasm evident in his voice) had broken up. Maybe it was high school, where your social life was everything and stereotypes abound. Maybe it was the amount of work that was poured onto Gordo by the merciless teachers. Or maybe, it was because all three of them got immediately 'sorted' into different groups.
He didn't know that high school would be like this. Sure, he had skipped forward to it last year, but it never prepared him for the loss of friendship. Everything was so much easier in junior high. It was all about picking on Kate, gushing over Ethan, and complain about schoolwork. Black and white. No gray areas. Until now.
Already on their first day of high school had changed them slightly. Lizzie shared a locker with one of the members of the football team, Ken Bourne, and had fallen for him at once. Tall and good-looking, who could blame her? Miranda was still her own person, going about everywhere, making friends instantly. While Gordo? Gordo was—
"David Gordon? DAVID GORDON?!"
Gordo jolted and looked up at his algebra teacher, Mrs. Crawford. She motioned towards the board patiently. He analyzed the sum, tallying figures in his head.
"Uh... The 30th percentile is... twenty-nine books," he said clearly. Mrs. Crawford eyed him with praise before nodding and writing up another question. Snickers and hushed whispers came from the back of the room.
Geeky Gordo. Gordo the Nerd. Geek of the Week. That's what he was. No longer the 'smart-dude' as Ethan would have said in junior high, but one of the geek patrol.
Great. He was taking his usual trip down memory lane again. A sure fire way to get him down in the dumps.
This wasn't one of his better days.
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Miranda Sanchez strolled down the hallway, her black hair with purple tips glittering in the sunlight through the windows. She knew it was time for History, but she couldn't really give a damn about it anymore. She was bound to fail that class anyway. She continued down the hallway, heading for the more deserted area where she usually hung.
"Hey, Andie. Over here..."
A skinny hand waved out to her from the darkness. Upon further inspection, Miranda found out that it was her one of her friends, Jodi Fraise, along with Alana Fields and James Martin. She made a quick once-over of Alana. Miranda didn't know her well. James fiddled with his earring then patted the floor next to him. She gladly sat down beside him before Jodi gave a big sigh.
"My dear, dear, Andie. It does take you long. You're always the latest," she complained. James laughed softly before adding, "Besides, it's boring without you." Miranda was glad that the darkness was able to hide her deepening blush. She shoved him playfully, not wanting him to know how much his words affected her.
"What did I miss?" Miranda asked. Alana snorted loudly. "The usual, talking crap, stuff like that. We never do anything in here..." she trailed off. Miranda could almost feel Jodi shrug in response.
Jodi and Miranda had met after being paired up for Physical Education. Seeing as they both hated P.E, they hit it off right away. Miranda had a great fascination with Jodi's style. Black, gothic and yet still able to pull it off made Miranda admire her even more. Jodi had invited her to the mall with her later on to get some new clothes for Miranda, seeing that she was so enthusiastic. They had a hilarious afternoon, checking out accessories and threads. Needless to say, Miranda's mother was not pleased.
They had met James about a week later. Jodi had thought he was a total freakazoid but had changed her mind almost immediately when she heard that he loved Betty Blowtorch, one of Jodi's favorite bands. The three of them grew quite close and the two girls had taken to dragging James to every shopping trip they made, making him try on the weirdest clothes while he demanded ice-cream in payment. Miranda always gave in.
Alana was Jodi's friend. Miranda and James barely knew her, but accepted her anyway. Alana's sarcasm and twisted sense of humor was a good source of entertainment when they were bored to death. All of them were nothing like Gordo and Lizzie.
Miranda suddenly felt someone's breath on her neck. She was about to scream in absolute terror before James' quiet voice whispered in her ear, "Your hair smells nice."
Jodi heard and hooted, "James! You never say that MY hair smells nice!" She then grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lock of auburn hair. James forcefully pulled away, smiling slightly while Alana cackled.
Yeap, nothing like Lizzie and Gordo at all. Not that it was a bad thing.
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The lunch bell had rung but Elizabeth McGuire didn't move to get up from her seat. She was too busy running through her cheerleader routine. She came rushing back to reality as a hand slammed down on her desk.
"Ahaha! Got you there, Lizzie. You should've seen your face, girl!"
Mandie Jacobs smiled down at her while Lizzie frowned playfully before getting up. "What's on your mind?" asked Mandie, twirling her brown hair around a perfectly manicured finger. Lizzie gave a shake of her head. "It's just the new cheer combination," she said, as they made their way to the cafeteria, Mandie holding a paper bag. "Don't worry, Lizzie! You're awesome at them. And I should know!" said Mandie, rolling her eyes. "Such modesty," said Lizzie, smiling at her friend.
As soon as they walked through the cafeteria doors, voices from the far side corner called out to them.
"Hey Lizzie, Mandy! Over here!"
"You've got to help me with this question. I don't get it!"
"Where were you two, anyway?"
They sat down with the other girls, Brianna Lawson, Ellyanna Perez, Kirsty Davidson, and Mieko Bloom. All of them were in the cheerleading squad and had been close friends ever since tryouts day. Lizzie had grown exceptionally close with Mieko. The Japanese-American girl was such a good friend, even more so than what Lizzie could say of Miranda in their junior high days.
"Maybe we should use 'Fighter' for one of our songs for cheerleading. It's one of my favorites," said Elly, slurping on her soda. Kirsty twitched and eyebrow in annoyance. She had an amazing hatred for slurps. Lizzie could only grin in amusement as Elly slurped even louder, knowing full well that it would only irritate Kirsty even more. Brianna was hovering over her essay question, pestering Mieko about it. Lizzie didn't know what the big deal was, Brianna always managed a B point average in English Lit. Mandie didn't seem to be concentrating, looking at one of the tables near the windows.
"Lizzie, you're so lucky to be sharing a locker with Ken. KEN! And I'm sharing a locker with—"
"Peter Geslin, the geek freak," chorused everyone else at the table. They've heard this particular complaint many times already.
Lizzie considered herself pretty lucky as well. Sharing a locker with a total hunk had made her social ladder to soar. Ken had encouraged her to join the cheerleading squad and she did, more so of wanting to please him than anything else. Oh, and being one of the most popular girls in school did have an advantage as well.
Her eyes then caught chocolate brown from the other side of the cafeteria. Gordo. Gordo had finally gotten his growth spurt, and had now grown taller than Lizzie. Gordo's eyes seemed forever. She could practically drown in those sad depths of his. A voice broke her eye contact.
"Geez, Lizzie. You seem to be spacing out all the time now," said Mandie. "Come on, Liz. The bell just rang. Time for Algebra," said Mieko, carrying her books in one hand.
Lizzie and Mieko walked out of the stuffy cafeteria, dreading the next class. "Liz? You didn't eat anything just now. Aren't you hungry?" asked Mieko, softly. Liz could only smile in gratitude for her friends concern. "Nah, I ate a huge breakfast. Matt overslept so I stole all the cereal," she said. A laugh greeted this statement. They were so involved in their conversation that they didn't see a pair of chocolate eyes follow them.
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A/N – Should I continue? If you would like to see another chapter, please review. Flames will not be tolerated while constructive criticism are appreciated. It took me ages to type this out, so could you possibly spend at least 5 minutes or less to comment on this fic? Please and thank you!
Kawaii Kinomoto