Just A Normal Day. Right?
Disclaimer - I don't know Lizzie McGuire or anything that has to do with it. I do own Julie, and maybe some other characters later on in the story.
A/N - This is my first Lizzie McGuire fic but I used to write Dream Street fics all the time. So if this is bad, sorry!
I flipped my long blonde hair as I walked into school Monday morning with Claire and Julie. "This school year is going to be awesome!" Claire squealed. Her boyfriend, Ethan Craft walked over to her and they walked away from us, holding hands.
I sighed. "Why is she the one with Ethan? That should be me!"
"Kate. trust me, Ethan Craft is not all he's cracked up to be. I'm surprised he made it to high school. Just because he's a jock and he's hot doesn't mean he's perfect! You'll find someone just right for you." Julie smiled as we walked to our lockers. "Besides, look at all these guys here. You definitely could do better than Ethan" she said.
"Ya know. you're right. I'm going to find myself the perfect guy today and he's going to be a million times better than--" I stopped as I fell to the ground. I looked over and saw someone who looked familiar (and hot) sitting on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry" I said.
"Why are you being nice to me?" he said with an attitude, getting up and walking away. As he walked away, I realized who it was. David Gordon. Aka Gordo.
"Since when did he get so hot?" I asked and Julie squealed. She looked at me and I could see an idea forming in her head.
"What now Jul?" I sighed.
Just as Julie was about to tell me, some random guy walked past. "Lookin' good ladies!" he winked at us.
"Ew!" we yelled in unison.
"Okay, anyways, what I was going to say is that I am going to get you and David hooked up!" we both walked into our homeroom, and she was still rambling on about the hook-up.
I glanced around the classroom and also saw Miranda Sanchez and Larry Tudgeman in this homeroom. And they were having a conversation! "I wonder if they're going out?!" I exclaimed.
Julie followed my gaze and squealed again. That squealing thing needs to stop. It's getting way to annoying. Julie got up and walked over to them. "So when did you two hook up?" she asked, politely. I started laughing.
"Well, it's none of your business but we've been together since this past summer when everyone else was in Rome." Miranda rolled her eyes.
"Losers In Love!" Julie yelled, making two L's with her face and walked away and sat back next to me.
I looked over at Miranda and I could tell she was pissed at Julie, but also surprised I didn't say anything yet. I felt bad for her. Nobody knew that inside I still cared about Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda as friends (well maybe in Gordo's case, more!)
The bell rang and it was time to go to class. The rest of the day went by pretty much, uneventfully. I was in a few of Gordo's classes, but so was Lizzie. I couldn't hit on Gordo with Lizzie around since they were going out. Life totally sucked.
I went home to the usual, a completely empty house. My dad died when I was just a 6 year old girl. I remember before that, my mom, dad and I would always hang out together. We were like the perfect family. But after that, my mom always went out and got drunk and was always depressed. I had to grow up at 6 and take care of myself, practically.
That's why I loved being best friends with Lizzie. Her family was perfect. Her mom was always around. Her dad. well. let's not go there. And she had a little brother, who at times was annoying but at least she had someone.
I sat down on the couch and sighed as I turned on the tv. Expecting it to be another usual night.
Disclaimer - I don't know Lizzie McGuire or anything that has to do with it. I do own Julie, and maybe some other characters later on in the story.
A/N - This is my first Lizzie McGuire fic but I used to write Dream Street fics all the time. So if this is bad, sorry!
I flipped my long blonde hair as I walked into school Monday morning with Claire and Julie. "This school year is going to be awesome!" Claire squealed. Her boyfriend, Ethan Craft walked over to her and they walked away from us, holding hands.
I sighed. "Why is she the one with Ethan? That should be me!"
"Kate. trust me, Ethan Craft is not all he's cracked up to be. I'm surprised he made it to high school. Just because he's a jock and he's hot doesn't mean he's perfect! You'll find someone just right for you." Julie smiled as we walked to our lockers. "Besides, look at all these guys here. You definitely could do better than Ethan" she said.
"Ya know. you're right. I'm going to find myself the perfect guy today and he's going to be a million times better than--" I stopped as I fell to the ground. I looked over and saw someone who looked familiar (and hot) sitting on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry" I said.
"Why are you being nice to me?" he said with an attitude, getting up and walking away. As he walked away, I realized who it was. David Gordon. Aka Gordo.
"Since when did he get so hot?" I asked and Julie squealed. She looked at me and I could see an idea forming in her head.
"What now Jul?" I sighed.
Just as Julie was about to tell me, some random guy walked past. "Lookin' good ladies!" he winked at us.
"Ew!" we yelled in unison.
"Okay, anyways, what I was going to say is that I am going to get you and David hooked up!" we both walked into our homeroom, and she was still rambling on about the hook-up.
I glanced around the classroom and also saw Miranda Sanchez and Larry Tudgeman in this homeroom. And they were having a conversation! "I wonder if they're going out?!" I exclaimed.
Julie followed my gaze and squealed again. That squealing thing needs to stop. It's getting way to annoying. Julie got up and walked over to them. "So when did you two hook up?" she asked, politely. I started laughing.
"Well, it's none of your business but we've been together since this past summer when everyone else was in Rome." Miranda rolled her eyes.
"Losers In Love!" Julie yelled, making two L's with her face and walked away and sat back next to me.
I looked over at Miranda and I could tell she was pissed at Julie, but also surprised I didn't say anything yet. I felt bad for her. Nobody knew that inside I still cared about Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda as friends (well maybe in Gordo's case, more!)
The bell rang and it was time to go to class. The rest of the day went by pretty much, uneventfully. I was in a few of Gordo's classes, but so was Lizzie. I couldn't hit on Gordo with Lizzie around since they were going out. Life totally sucked.
I went home to the usual, a completely empty house. My dad died when I was just a 6 year old girl. I remember before that, my mom, dad and I would always hang out together. We were like the perfect family. But after that, my mom always went out and got drunk and was always depressed. I had to grow up at 6 and take care of myself, practically.
That's why I loved being best friends with Lizzie. Her family was perfect. Her mom was always around. Her dad. well. let's not go there. And she had a little brother, who at times was annoying but at least she had someone.
I sat down on the couch and sighed as I turned on the tv. Expecting it to be another usual night.
