Only One
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or any of the characters thanks and please don't sue J
A/N: This is my first fan fiction in the Lizzie McGuire section. Hopefully I'll get some good reviews. Well if you'd like you could check out one of my other fictions in MSCL category. It's called "Don't Wanna Fall To Pieces" Enjoy!
Chapter 1: If only it could
Lizzie McGuire stared down at her yearbook. It had been a year-and a half since middle school graduation. She had missed the old times terribly. Gordo and Miranda were still around to give her the helping hand but it wasn't the same. Everyone had a role in high school. Kate Sanders was head of the cheerleading squad. Lizzie knew she'd live on the legacy of the most conceited cheerleader. Ethan Craft was star quarterback of the football team. At least his game made up for his brains. And Miranda Sanchez, head designer of the school's fashion committee. Lastly Gordo was director of the upcoming school's film club. Everyone was doing something with his or her lives. Everyone except Lizzie of course. She was in the singing choir but it wasn't working out for her. She felt like she was falling apart from the friends she once had. She smiled down at the class picture. She had kissed Gordo on the cheek. His face held an expression of surprise. That was when she had figured out the truth. Why had she been so blind to have missed the signs? Now it was as if she had lost her chance forever. She wanted to give Gordo a chance but she was too late. Things don't always work as planned she had finally realized. "Hey McGuire." She knew whose voice it was instantly. She looked up and met Miranda's gaze. "Hey." Lizzie smiled. Miranda sat beside her at the schools outside bench. "So how's everything been lately?" Miranda asked. It seemed so awkward between them now. As if their friendship was fake. Lizzie looked Miranda in the eye. "It's been fine. How's the fashion committee?" Lizzie responded cursing herself mentally for not saying how she really felt. "Great. We've hit it big with Sam's new sports design!" Miranda replied happily. "Look Miranda…I'm glad." Lizzie sighed. Yet again words had failed her. She wanted to tell Miranda the truth but it wouldn't escape her lips. Miranda looked at her confused. "Thanks. Lizzie I have a feeling that you have to tell me something." Miranda could read Lizzie like an open book. Lizzie refused to be read and she stood to her defense. "Nothing. Miranda I'm really happy that you're doing your thing. I wish you the best. I have to go. It's getting late." Lizzie looked down at her watch. It was three forty-five. "Um…alright. I'll call you tonight." Miranda replied not believing a single word. "Sure." Lizzie grabbed her books and began to walk away. Miranda wouldn't. She was too busy. Too busy to remember.
Miranda watched Lizzie walk away. She felt that things had changed between them. It wasn't like middle school. They were separate people now. High school had changed them, even though they promised they'd never change or leave each other's side. It had slowly happened. They faded into new cliques. They met different people and gone their separate ways. It was hard to face the fact but it was the truth. Gordo was lately into his world of film and Miranda barely saw him. It was as though they were torn apart by the world around them. Was the friendship meant to last? Were they meant to stay friends 'til the end? Miranda sighed. She began to walk home readjusting her scarf to protect her face from the cold mid-winter's air. As she began to walk home the memories flooded into her thoughts like a mudslide. She remembered that on this same path Miranda and Lizzie sat and Lizzie had confessed that she had feelings for Gordo. It was when she had gone away to Mexico that Lizzie realized what she had felt. Unluckily, Gordo was nowhere to be found for the summer. Lizzie was hopeless and that day she had cried and spilled out her heart. She had also remembered when Lizzie and her had bought their first bra. She smiled at that thought. Lizzie's mom had embarrassed them so badly that they wanted to put paper bags over their faces so that Kate wouldn't see them. All the happy, sad, angry moments hit Miranda like a lightning strike. They made her sad and happy at the same time. It was as though they had lost it all somehow. If only it could all return to the way it was. If only it could
"Hey Lizzie how was school?" Her father sat at the table fixing the lawn gnome who had gone through hell and back. Lizzie hung her coat on the rack beside her. She dusted of her boots and laid them on the side. "It was just dandy. So what's for dinner?" Lizzie asked. Her mother had looked at her quizzically. "Mashed potatoes, green peas, and steak. It should be ready in an hour or so." Her mother returned to mixing the ingredients of the potatoes. "Well I'll be upstairs finishing my homework." Lizzie grabbed her bag and slumped up the stairs. When she was out of sight Lizzie's mom spoke. "Do you think there's something wrong with our baby?" She asked. "Jackie our little girl is growing up. She's just going through normal teenage stuff." Mark continued his job on the lawn gnome. "Since when did you know about teen problems? Beside Lizzie hasn't even spoken to Miranda and Gordo. Isn't that weird. They don't pass by or even stay over." Jackie added worriedly. "Now I have to agree with you there. But it's Lizzie's life. We can't just bud in and interfere. She's got to grow up. You even said it." Mark looked up from the lawn gnome to his wife's concerned expression. "But my baby… I hate to see her this way. I can't understand what went wrong." Jackie's voice quivered as she mixed in the ingredients furiously. Mark stood behind her and massaged her shoulders "We can't always worry about Lizzie. She has to take some decisions for herself. We already lived our lives. WE have two beautiful kids, a wonderful house, and a happy marriage. We have to let our daughter live hers." Mark kissed Jackie lightly on the cheek. "Fine but if it gets any worse I'll have to get in." Jackie calmed down and smiled weakly. She kissed Mark and continued her dinner.
Lizzie sat on her bed and poured out all of the contents from her bag. She frowned at the picture that had fallen out. It was from last year. It was a picture of the trio all together. They looked so happy. She envied the damned photograph. She tore it to shreds and wept sadly. She felt broken alone and dead inside.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm openAnd I don't feel like I'm strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't right when you're gone away
Lizzie never felt so much pain. She never cried for a guy. When Ethan Craft rejected her she was sad but she had gotten over it but it seemed like she couldn't over come this. She wouldn't be able to forget.
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