Disclaimer: I OWN Lizzie. I don't own the other characters though. I didn't want them. I just wanted Lizzie.
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Okay so I really don't own her but you know, I want to. To whoever owns Lizzie: give me a call. I want to own Lizzie.
Forward: Tried to make this fic more mainstream along with the TV show things. Sort of. Alright it's still my personal rant about the show cleverly disguised in a form of poorly written fan fiction. But so what. It's a free country. Yeah. I don't know. Watch for my cute little TV show-esque additions! It's cute!
"Dang who's she?"
She strode down the hall in a nervous manner, she was new. Her dress on the other hand indicated she wasn't new at knowing what to wear on her first day. Her appearance in general, despite a look of slight fear, is well beautified and was just asking for attention of male students. It succeeded.
He checked her out as she passed him by, and kept his eye on her behind. Her behind. He noticed that it, her, walked into the classroom he was headed for.
Dreaming On
by Twin Signal
"Can you tell me the answer to this one, Ethan Craft?"
"Uh..."
It was phenomenal. The question was the easiest of them all. What's more, it was demonstrated step by step, right up till the very answer. He obviously had no knack for thinking, yet for some reason, he seems to not mind coming to school. Perhaps he really doesn't know how to mind. Or perhaps he enjoyed certain aspect of school other than education.
"The answer's forty two." a barely audible feminine voice loomed towards Ethan.
"Aha." the teacher said to himself as he spied a wink coming from Ethan, to Lizzie McGuire, and then back from her to him.
Animated Lizzie: "Yeah he winked at me woo!" *dances around and all that*
How sad of him to just waste away school looking at girls. Perhaps though, he might be a good kid on the inside, but his unbelievable stupidity disabled him from achieving everything he is capable of. Sad really. What is more unbelievable is why girls are all over him. Does looks outweigh brain that much? Perhaps everybody's just young and naive, like Ethan.
"I think the answer's forty two." Ethan said, enthusiastically.
"Very good Ethan." he said under a sigh of pity.
"Let's see... who can answer the next question..."
A seat in the back was empty. Yesterday, it was occupied by a girl who just moved into town. To describe her was a simple task: it was a female version of Ethan. Has looks. But dumb.
"Looks like the new girl is quickly absent..."
The bell rings, marking the end of school day, a sound of rushing footsteps echoes outside class. The class itself was ready to bust out of their seats and join the rush, but the teacher quickly halted them with a signal.
"Now wait. Remember the homework, it is due tomorrow," he says, pointing to the section of the board which had inscription of today's homework, "and, perhaps somebody would like to deliver this to our new girl?"
The class was gone already.
"Well darn." teacher mutters, eyebrow raised.
Surprisingly though, one kid remained in class. It was rather unusual for him to stay in class beyond the bell, seeing as he was sort of... Ethan Craft.
"Yes Ethan?"
"I'll take it to her."
"Huh?"
"The homework. To the girl."
"Oh, do you know her? Do you know where she lives?"
"No, can you tell me where she lives?"
He strolled out of the classroom, excitedly clutching an homework assignment in his hand, something he never did, excitedly. He strolled down the hall, then strolled out of the door. Lizzie stood at the front of the school, fumbling through her belongings. Not exactly knowing where he was headed, Ethan bumped into her. Lizzie twitched a little, before saying "H."
"H." she says again, as if the rest of the sentence was still stuck inside her.
"H." goes her the third time, though it seems with this one, the complication becomes undone.
"Hi Ethan." she finished, finally.
"Oh, hey there Lizzie. Sorry about that. Just wasn't paying attention."
Then they just stood there. Lizzie, thinking of something to say, lost in Ethan's presense. Ethan, not really thinking anything and not really knowing what's going on.
Animated Lizzie: "Ooooooooh something clever, something clever to say to himmm" *does a little thinking pose*
"Uhm, bye Ethan!"
"Okay bye Lizzie!"
Animated Lizzie: *blows up* "or not."
Ethan, seemingly anxious to get somewhere, quickly disappears from Lizzie's following eyes, and then that was that.
That day, Ethan made his delivery, after getting lost countless times from being unable to comprehend the teacher's map, or the road sign, or the red light, for that matter, which nearly killed him. It was all good when he came to his destination. It was all good when he handed the new girl her assignments. It was all good when he chatted with her for a while. It was all good after they went in her house to talk some more.
** The next day. **
"Okay, class, pass up your homeworks."
The teacher collects each row's pile of homeworks, noting that:
First row of 4 people: 4 homeworks.
Second row of 5 people, Ethan included: 4 homeworks.
Third row of 5 people: 5 homeworks.
Fourth row of 4 people, the new girl included: 3 homeworks.
The lecture for the day was ordinary. Some listened, others didn't. Lizzie staring at Ethan, Ethan staring at not really anything, or so it seemed to the teacher. On a closer inspection though, it was notable that he wasn't staring at the wall on the opposite side of the class, but he was staring at the new girl, smiling, and her smiling back.
The faithful bell again dismissed the students for the day.
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo chatted along on their way home today.
"I didn't get to talk to Ethan today." Lizzie says, sad.
"Poor Lizzie. There's always tomorrow." Miranda says.
"You know what, you should take action! You should walk up to him and say, 'I don't care if you don't like like me, I am beautiful, and you're gonna ask me and and love it!"
Animated Lizzie: "Hmm... reasonable."
"No!"
Animated Lizzie: "That's a reasonable answer."
"Oh come on, you know you have to do something before uh, before..."
Two girls eyes Gordo as he stops his sentence. He was staring into the distance. Two girls trace the distance and see Ethan, walking, holding hands, with a girl.
Animated Lizzie: *Back turned, in a vinyl pool filled with her own animated tears waterfalling down from her face*
She didn't eat dinner that night. She kept inside her room, soaking her pillow she was lying on. Love turned to hate and anger, and all of it poured out of her, then she fell asleep.
** Few weeks later. **
"Can you tell me the answer to this one, Ethan Craft?"
It was a mockery really. Not that it really got through to Ethan that his teacher was insulting his intelligence, whatever he had of it. He quickly turned to his girlfriend, a habit of few weeks.
She seemed to think for a second, and whispers to him, shrugging, "Forty two?"
"Forty two!" Ethan says, enthusiastically.
Animated Lizzie: "What a loon."
The teacher shakes his head in dismay. "Forty two is not the answer to everything, Mister Craft. Miss McGuire do you know the answer?"
"Seven." she quickly responded. Her grade in this class has risen past few weeks.
The unfailing bell manages to release students for the day once again.
The trio walks home once again, in a chatter.
"So. It's been two weeks. How do you feel?" inquires Miranda.
"About what?" says Lizzie.
"About Ethan."
"Oh, I'm fine. All over him."
"That's good."
"You know, it actually feels nice. I feel more... myself. I can see more of Ethan for what he really is, in a way."
"You actually see him as a," Gordo makes a dumb face, drooling, "duhhhhh, now?"
"Yeah yeah. It was dumb. He's dumb. Yeah yeah. Enough dreaming about him, you know? Enough dreaming about it the wrong way. It hurt, but I'll live. I'll dream on, maybe I'll get it right next time around, huh?"
The End
Well there you go. Complete with Animated Lizzie and everything (sorry, no bloopers yet. I might incorporate that into later stuff, if I actually write some more since you know, I feel I expressed enough of my opinions. I might be done here.) More mainstream-show-ish, which I really don't like, but I guess it turned out okay. Or did it? Tell me so, eh? The reviews are great! I love all three of you that gave my previous stories some reviews! Yeah, even that anonymous bastard! Keep em coming!
Oh and another thing, I'm leaving for some trip stuff tomorrow, and won't be back till August. Don't be missing my literary masterpieces, eh? Har.
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Okay so I really don't own her but you know, I want to. To whoever owns Lizzie: give me a call. I want to own Lizzie.
Forward: Tried to make this fic more mainstream along with the TV show things. Sort of. Alright it's still my personal rant about the show cleverly disguised in a form of poorly written fan fiction. But so what. It's a free country. Yeah. I don't know. Watch for my cute little TV show-esque additions! It's cute!
"Dang who's she?"
She strode down the hall in a nervous manner, she was new. Her dress on the other hand indicated she wasn't new at knowing what to wear on her first day. Her appearance in general, despite a look of slight fear, is well beautified and was just asking for attention of male students. It succeeded.
He checked her out as she passed him by, and kept his eye on her behind. Her behind. He noticed that it, her, walked into the classroom he was headed for.
Dreaming On
by Twin Signal
"Can you tell me the answer to this one, Ethan Craft?"
"Uh..."
It was phenomenal. The question was the easiest of them all. What's more, it was demonstrated step by step, right up till the very answer. He obviously had no knack for thinking, yet for some reason, he seems to not mind coming to school. Perhaps he really doesn't know how to mind. Or perhaps he enjoyed certain aspect of school other than education.
"The answer's forty two." a barely audible feminine voice loomed towards Ethan.
"Aha." the teacher said to himself as he spied a wink coming from Ethan, to Lizzie McGuire, and then back from her to him.
Animated Lizzie: "Yeah he winked at me woo!" *dances around and all that*
How sad of him to just waste away school looking at girls. Perhaps though, he might be a good kid on the inside, but his unbelievable stupidity disabled him from achieving everything he is capable of. Sad really. What is more unbelievable is why girls are all over him. Does looks outweigh brain that much? Perhaps everybody's just young and naive, like Ethan.
"I think the answer's forty two." Ethan said, enthusiastically.
"Very good Ethan." he said under a sigh of pity.
"Let's see... who can answer the next question..."
A seat in the back was empty. Yesterday, it was occupied by a girl who just moved into town. To describe her was a simple task: it was a female version of Ethan. Has looks. But dumb.
"Looks like the new girl is quickly absent..."
The bell rings, marking the end of school day, a sound of rushing footsteps echoes outside class. The class itself was ready to bust out of their seats and join the rush, but the teacher quickly halted them with a signal.
"Now wait. Remember the homework, it is due tomorrow," he says, pointing to the section of the board which had inscription of today's homework, "and, perhaps somebody would like to deliver this to our new girl?"
The class was gone already.
"Well darn." teacher mutters, eyebrow raised.
Surprisingly though, one kid remained in class. It was rather unusual for him to stay in class beyond the bell, seeing as he was sort of... Ethan Craft.
"Yes Ethan?"
"I'll take it to her."
"Huh?"
"The homework. To the girl."
"Oh, do you know her? Do you know where she lives?"
"No, can you tell me where she lives?"
He strolled out of the classroom, excitedly clutching an homework assignment in his hand, something he never did, excitedly. He strolled down the hall, then strolled out of the door. Lizzie stood at the front of the school, fumbling through her belongings. Not exactly knowing where he was headed, Ethan bumped into her. Lizzie twitched a little, before saying "H."
"H." she says again, as if the rest of the sentence was still stuck inside her.
"H." goes her the third time, though it seems with this one, the complication becomes undone.
"Hi Ethan." she finished, finally.
"Oh, hey there Lizzie. Sorry about that. Just wasn't paying attention."
Then they just stood there. Lizzie, thinking of something to say, lost in Ethan's presense. Ethan, not really thinking anything and not really knowing what's going on.
Animated Lizzie: "Ooooooooh something clever, something clever to say to himmm" *does a little thinking pose*
"Uhm, bye Ethan!"
"Okay bye Lizzie!"
Animated Lizzie: *blows up* "or not."
Ethan, seemingly anxious to get somewhere, quickly disappears from Lizzie's following eyes, and then that was that.
That day, Ethan made his delivery, after getting lost countless times from being unable to comprehend the teacher's map, or the road sign, or the red light, for that matter, which nearly killed him. It was all good when he came to his destination. It was all good when he handed the new girl her assignments. It was all good when he chatted with her for a while. It was all good after they went in her house to talk some more.
** The next day. **
"Okay, class, pass up your homeworks."
The teacher collects each row's pile of homeworks, noting that:
First row of 4 people: 4 homeworks.
Second row of 5 people, Ethan included: 4 homeworks.
Third row of 5 people: 5 homeworks.
Fourth row of 4 people, the new girl included: 3 homeworks.
The lecture for the day was ordinary. Some listened, others didn't. Lizzie staring at Ethan, Ethan staring at not really anything, or so it seemed to the teacher. On a closer inspection though, it was notable that he wasn't staring at the wall on the opposite side of the class, but he was staring at the new girl, smiling, and her smiling back.
The faithful bell again dismissed the students for the day.
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo chatted along on their way home today.
"I didn't get to talk to Ethan today." Lizzie says, sad.
"Poor Lizzie. There's always tomorrow." Miranda says.
"You know what, you should take action! You should walk up to him and say, 'I don't care if you don't like like me, I am beautiful, and you're gonna ask me and and love it!"
Animated Lizzie: "Hmm... reasonable."
"No!"
Animated Lizzie: "That's a reasonable answer."
"Oh come on, you know you have to do something before uh, before..."
Two girls eyes Gordo as he stops his sentence. He was staring into the distance. Two girls trace the distance and see Ethan, walking, holding hands, with a girl.
Animated Lizzie: *Back turned, in a vinyl pool filled with her own animated tears waterfalling down from her face*
She didn't eat dinner that night. She kept inside her room, soaking her pillow she was lying on. Love turned to hate and anger, and all of it poured out of her, then she fell asleep.
** Few weeks later. **
"Can you tell me the answer to this one, Ethan Craft?"
It was a mockery really. Not that it really got through to Ethan that his teacher was insulting his intelligence, whatever he had of it. He quickly turned to his girlfriend, a habit of few weeks.
She seemed to think for a second, and whispers to him, shrugging, "Forty two?"
"Forty two!" Ethan says, enthusiastically.
Animated Lizzie: "What a loon."
The teacher shakes his head in dismay. "Forty two is not the answer to everything, Mister Craft. Miss McGuire do you know the answer?"
"Seven." she quickly responded. Her grade in this class has risen past few weeks.
The unfailing bell manages to release students for the day once again.
The trio walks home once again, in a chatter.
"So. It's been two weeks. How do you feel?" inquires Miranda.
"About what?" says Lizzie.
"About Ethan."
"Oh, I'm fine. All over him."
"That's good."
"You know, it actually feels nice. I feel more... myself. I can see more of Ethan for what he really is, in a way."
"You actually see him as a," Gordo makes a dumb face, drooling, "duhhhhh, now?"
"Yeah yeah. It was dumb. He's dumb. Yeah yeah. Enough dreaming about him, you know? Enough dreaming about it the wrong way. It hurt, but I'll live. I'll dream on, maybe I'll get it right next time around, huh?"
The End
Well there you go. Complete with Animated Lizzie and everything (sorry, no bloopers yet. I might incorporate that into later stuff, if I actually write some more since you know, I feel I expressed enough of my opinions. I might be done here.) More mainstream-show-ish, which I really don't like, but I guess it turned out okay. Or did it? Tell me so, eh? The reviews are great! I love all three of you that gave my previous stories some reviews! Yeah, even that anonymous bastard! Keep em coming!
Oh and another thing, I'm leaving for some trip stuff tomorrow, and won't be back till August. Don't be missing my literary masterpieces, eh? Har.