Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or anything related to it. I own Kylie's character.
Chapter 1.
"Mom!" 15-year-old Kylie exclaimed, placing her long golden hair in a low ponytail. 32-year-old Lizzie McGuire rushed into the attic, holding some boxes, and her daughter looked up at her. "What are these?" Lizzie knelt down beside the teen and smiled after recognizing her handwriting.
"Those were my diaries," Lizzie said, shaking her head. "I can't believe they are still here" Kylie arched her eyebrows curiously.
"How old were you when you wrote them?" she asked. Lizzie smiled again.
"I'm not sure..." Lizzie started, when they heard some steps coming upstairs. Lizzie's mother, Jo, appeared and looked at them.
"Is everything ok?" Jo asked. Lizzie nodded. "You found everything you wanted?"
"Sure. I still don't get why you and dad have to move," Lizzie said, her hazel eyes glancing at her mother. Jo sighed.
"Honey, we just can't afford this house anymore. It's hard to take care of someplace this big by ourselves," Jo explained.
"Fine, mom. I'll just grab the boxes and we'll be out," Lizzie harshly stated, getting up and heading downstairs. Kylie looked shyly at her grandmother and got up as well, grabbing the diaries.
"Bye, sweetie," Jo whispered. Kylie hugged her gently and rushed down to follow her mom.
"See ya, grandpa!" Kylie called into the living-room, hopping into Lizzie's red convertible.
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Later that night, Kylie lied down on her bed, grabbing the box of diaries. Lizzie appeared on the doorframe and looked at her.
"I'm guessing you wanna hear about them?" Lizzie asked. Kylie nodded and moved to a side to leave some room for her. "Well... I think somebody had bought me those when I was 16. Yes, one friend had gone away and brought those for me" Kylie looked up at her.
"Which friend? Dad?" she asked as well. Lizzie smiled a little and shook her head.
"Honey, your dad wasn't the only man in my life," Lizzie stated. Kylie arched her eyebrows and Lizzie laughed. "Hey, believe it or not, I was pretty at your age. Who do you think gave you your looks?" Kylie laughed as well. "Hm, let me think... yeah, I had sprouted during High School, and your dad noticed also. I had liked him since I can remember, but he never returned it until then!"
"Omigosh... Dad drooled over your rack?" Kylie asked. Lizzie nodded. "Y'know... he still does"
"You evil girl... He'd kill you if he knew you said that," Lizzie whispered, though secretly pleased. "Well, anyway... I think it's been written through the summer when I conceived you"
"Can I read it?" Kylie asked. Lizzie frowned. "Please? So I'd get an idea of how you were when you were about my age..."
"I don't know. I'm not sure," Lizzie said, shaking her head. "It-It wasn't the best of the times" Kylie narrowed her eyes, confused.
"Mom... why did grandpa and grandma have to move? Do they have some money troubles?" she tentatively asked. Lizzie shook her head slowly.
"Honey, don't worry about it. I've talked with them for a long time. That's what's right for them," Lizzie said. "You've got enough with your school, cheerleading and work. Don't think about this stuff. Now, go to sleep or you won't be up when your father comes to pick you up" Kylie nodded and Lizzie flickered the lights off, walking out to her own room.
End of chapter.
AN: Wow, I hadn't written this in so long! Cya! AN2: And, yeah, I promise the next chapter will be longer.
Well, this 1st chapter is extra short (and I think it sucked), but I wanted to put something up...
Er... I feel kinda lost now. I hope this works out for you, and I'll be soon writing more!
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Bye!