A/N: Don't own anything.
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Signed, More Then Just Good Hair
Chapter One: The Letter
Some things feel like they must never be told. Closed shut. Unknown. No one can ever find out but you, because if the rest did, you'd fail everything that you've worked so hard to build.
But some tales, even ones filled with secrets and betrayal are worth telling..
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Ethan Craft looked down at the crumpled up piece of paper he held in his hand. He stared at it, for a long time.
"No one can find out", he muttered to himself stuffing the paper into his pocket.
No one can. It would ruin everything for him. What would they think? If they ever knew he'd be a laughing stock to his peers. Well, maybe not to that one person but to everyone else.
He had to let his story stay untold. It would ruin everything. It was the ultimate blackmail.
Ethan slowly got up and pushed his in and brushed his fingers through his well-groomed hair.
He walked passed people in the hall. He got a wave once in a while and some acknowledging smiles. Everyone, especially girls, adored him.
He had some sort of charm to him. Something that people found irresistible. Even though he was probably the dumbest person you could lay eyes on, he was sweet and caring and not to mention, had good hair.
High school was a breeze to him. Of course all the girls liked him in some way and because of that the jocks accepted him for it. He was soon a welcome member of the football team's table and other places where all the "popular" people could be found.
He quickly gained popularity was possible in part also by his girlfriend, Kate Saunders. There was something about her too, only not in a nice charming way. More like a bossy, princess sort of way.
It was like she was born to be popular and on the top. She was meant to rule over the other weaklings. She quickly impressed the older students with her skills and of course everyone else took notice of whom she was hanging out with and then because of that took notice of her.
And of course everyone had the idea since middle school that Kate and Ethan were meant to be together, all through high school. They'd be prom king and queen, the hottest couple on the campus when they were seniors. Girls would want to be Kate, as guys would kill to be Ethan.
Ethan reluctantly gave into the other people's expectations and predictions and soon began dating Kate. It was sort of fun at first. Two of one of the most popular teens, dating eachother, everyone envied them in a way.
Kate took full advantage of having the Ethan Craft as her boyfriend. She was constantly bragging to the girls she hung out with about how cute he was and blah, blah, blah.
Ethan on the other hand felt ashamed at this. It seemed as Kate only thought of him as a tool or an accessory whose only purpose was to help her gain popularity. Of course it was one of Kate's tendencies to use people, but Ethan didn't like it at all.
But he just couldn't break up with her everyone might hate him. The guys would be shooting him strange looks and asking him why the hell would he break up with one of the "hottest girls in school." He wouldn't be able to stand that, it's drive him crazy.
It was like he was getting sucked into this world where cheerleaders and jocks dominated all. He and Kate were the King and Queen and the rest were the lowly peasants.
But as he was falling into this world he couldn't seem to get out of it. It's not like he wished to be suddenly unpopular. He didn't ever wish to be a geek a la Larry Tudgeman. All in all, he liked his life.
It was just Kate. Kate and everything she stood for got on his nerves now. He was sure that she was a good person at heart but now she was like a monster craving attention. He did have feelings for Kate at one time when they were first dating, which was true. But there was someone else on his confused mind.
Ethan found an empty bench and relaxed. He put his hand in his pocket and clutched the ball of paper. On that paper had the thing that would diminish his social status, but the one that he wanted to confess more then anything. Especially to the person who would want to hear it the most
He took out the paper. Looking at it closely he carefully opened the crumpled up ball.
He read the contents slowly, concentrating on each word.
"Dear Lizzie,
I am in love with this amazing girl. She is everything that I ever wanted my ideal girlfriend to be. I want to tell my feelings for her. But there are two problems. Number one: there's the fact that I am already currently dating someone. Number two: I don't know how well everyone else will accept the fact that I like this certain person, even her. I actually have blown her off a couple times in the past.
I know what I think is crazy. I want to free my mind, but I can't find a way.
Signed,
More Then Just Good Hair"
He glanced over at a box where kids would drop questions written on pieces of paper for the school advice columnist, Lizzie McGuire to answer.
He walked over to the box. He didn't have to do it put wanted to. He looked around to see if anyone was near. Seeing that the coast was clear, he flattened out the letter and folded it in half and stuck through a slit in the box.
When the paper was dropped in his muscles tightened. He was unsure if he had just done the right thing. Then he sighed a sign of relief, "at least it's over with", he mumbled.
He walked off to class. He thought about what he had just written about his secret, his love for Lizzie McGuire.
A/N: I'm sick of L/G fanfics (and I wrote one too LOL). They're everywhere and I know that some people like the fact of Ethan liking Lizzie (I know I do!). Well I wanted to try something. Review and if you don't like it you can say so but please don't be rude. Writing "Bitch why'd you write this? L/G FOREVER!!!" will not make me reconsider; it'll just make me pissed.
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Signed, More Then Just Good Hair
Chapter One: The Letter
Some things feel like they must never be told. Closed shut. Unknown. No one can ever find out but you, because if the rest did, you'd fail everything that you've worked so hard to build.
But some tales, even ones filled with secrets and betrayal are worth telling..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ethan Craft looked down at the crumpled up piece of paper he held in his hand. He stared at it, for a long time.
"No one can find out", he muttered to himself stuffing the paper into his pocket.
No one can. It would ruin everything for him. What would they think? If they ever knew he'd be a laughing stock to his peers. Well, maybe not to that one person but to everyone else.
He had to let his story stay untold. It would ruin everything. It was the ultimate blackmail.
Ethan slowly got up and pushed his in and brushed his fingers through his well-groomed hair.
He walked passed people in the hall. He got a wave once in a while and some acknowledging smiles. Everyone, especially girls, adored him.
He had some sort of charm to him. Something that people found irresistible. Even though he was probably the dumbest person you could lay eyes on, he was sweet and caring and not to mention, had good hair.
High school was a breeze to him. Of course all the girls liked him in some way and because of that the jocks accepted him for it. He was soon a welcome member of the football team's table and other places where all the "popular" people could be found.
He quickly gained popularity was possible in part also by his girlfriend, Kate Saunders. There was something about her too, only not in a nice charming way. More like a bossy, princess sort of way.
It was like she was born to be popular and on the top. She was meant to rule over the other weaklings. She quickly impressed the older students with her skills and of course everyone else took notice of whom she was hanging out with and then because of that took notice of her.
And of course everyone had the idea since middle school that Kate and Ethan were meant to be together, all through high school. They'd be prom king and queen, the hottest couple on the campus when they were seniors. Girls would want to be Kate, as guys would kill to be Ethan.
Ethan reluctantly gave into the other people's expectations and predictions and soon began dating Kate. It was sort of fun at first. Two of one of the most popular teens, dating eachother, everyone envied them in a way.
Kate took full advantage of having the Ethan Craft as her boyfriend. She was constantly bragging to the girls she hung out with about how cute he was and blah, blah, blah.
Ethan on the other hand felt ashamed at this. It seemed as Kate only thought of him as a tool or an accessory whose only purpose was to help her gain popularity. Of course it was one of Kate's tendencies to use people, but Ethan didn't like it at all.
But he just couldn't break up with her everyone might hate him. The guys would be shooting him strange looks and asking him why the hell would he break up with one of the "hottest girls in school." He wouldn't be able to stand that, it's drive him crazy.
It was like he was getting sucked into this world where cheerleaders and jocks dominated all. He and Kate were the King and Queen and the rest were the lowly peasants.
But as he was falling into this world he couldn't seem to get out of it. It's not like he wished to be suddenly unpopular. He didn't ever wish to be a geek a la Larry Tudgeman. All in all, he liked his life.
It was just Kate. Kate and everything she stood for got on his nerves now. He was sure that she was a good person at heart but now she was like a monster craving attention. He did have feelings for Kate at one time when they were first dating, which was true. But there was someone else on his confused mind.
Ethan found an empty bench and relaxed. He put his hand in his pocket and clutched the ball of paper. On that paper had the thing that would diminish his social status, but the one that he wanted to confess more then anything. Especially to the person who would want to hear it the most
He took out the paper. Looking at it closely he carefully opened the crumpled up ball.
He read the contents slowly, concentrating on each word.
"Dear Lizzie,
I am in love with this amazing girl. She is everything that I ever wanted my ideal girlfriend to be. I want to tell my feelings for her. But there are two problems. Number one: there's the fact that I am already currently dating someone. Number two: I don't know how well everyone else will accept the fact that I like this certain person, even her. I actually have blown her off a couple times in the past.
I know what I think is crazy. I want to free my mind, but I can't find a way.
Signed,
More Then Just Good Hair"
He glanced over at a box where kids would drop questions written on pieces of paper for the school advice columnist, Lizzie McGuire to answer.
He walked over to the box. He didn't have to do it put wanted to. He looked around to see if anyone was near. Seeing that the coast was clear, he flattened out the letter and folded it in half and stuck through a slit in the box.
When the paper was dropped in his muscles tightened. He was unsure if he had just done the right thing. Then he sighed a sign of relief, "at least it's over with", he mumbled.
He walked off to class. He thought about what he had just written about his secret, his love for Lizzie McGuire.
A/N: I'm sick of L/G fanfics (and I wrote one too LOL). They're everywhere and I know that some people like the fact of Ethan liking Lizzie (I know I do!). Well I wanted to try something. Review and if you don't like it you can say so but please don't be rude. Writing "Bitch why'd you write this? L/G FOREVER!!!" will not make me reconsider; it'll just make me pissed.