Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, and, consequently, any of it's characters. Any original characters I might add are mine, however.
A/N: This is my first piece on this website, so tell me what you think, please.
It was raining. She was with him, their hands clasped in an ever-loving hold. Walking down the sidewalk, she didn't care how wet she was, if her clothes were ruined, or if she fell in a puddle. All she cared about was him.
"I love you," she said, with all the sincerity she had.
"I love you, too," he replied, with just the same sincerity.
That's when it happened. The nightmare that any person dreads. Two lights shone from the street. They were straight at first, then angled toward them.
"Look out!" he shouted, lunging at the girl to get her out of harm's way…but not his own.
"No…" she said in disbelief, barely audible. "No…"
She ran toward him. The lights had already vanished. Turning him over, she couldn't see his, the very eyes she had grown to love. He wasn't moving, barely breathing.
"Wake up…wake up…"
"Lizzie…" he said with almost no volume at all. "Lizzie…don't worry…One day…we'll be…together...Take care…of everyone…" And with that, his eyes closed…forever.
"NO!" she cried. "NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" she said, desperately pushing on his chest, doing everything she could for him.
"This…can't be…" she said, shaking. She kissed his cold, lifeless lips, the kind of kiss shared between two people in the deepest of love. Then she passed out, resting on the lifeless body she cared for.
"NO! I NEED YOU!" Lizzie McGuire screamed, sitting up in her bed. Looking at her alarm clock, which said 2:00 A.M., she realized what had happened. "Whoa. What a dream. But…who was that?"
Jo and Sam McGuire came rushing into the room.
"Is everything okay, honey? We heard a scream," Jo said.
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Yeah, except your looks," came the prepubescent voice of Matt McGuire.
"Matt, it would be so easy for me to come over there and give you an atomic wedgie!"
"Oh, wow! I'm so threatened!" Matt said sarcastically.
Lizzie started to get out of bed.
"Bye!" Matt said running back to his room.
"Lizzie, are you going to be okay?" Sam said.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. You guys can go back to bed."
"Okay, but we're here if you need us," Jo said with a motherly tone.
"Thanks," was Lizzie's automatic reply.
Jo and Sam retreated to bed, while Lizzie tossed and turned all night.
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The next day on the bus, Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo all sat talking.
"Lizzie, what happened to you? You look like a zombie," Gordo pointed out, noticing the dark circles under his best friend's eyes.
"Yeah. Your eyes kind of look like Gordo's when he was obsessed with that dwarf game," Miranda chimed in.
"Don't remind me. You wouldn't want me having a relapse, would you?"
"Definitely not. Especially after that intervention we had."
Everyone laughed at the memory.
"I had a horrible nightmare and I didn't get any sleep," Lizzie, said changing the subject.
"What happened in it?" Gordo said, concerned.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Lizzie said as they pulled up to the school.
Walking up to school, Lizzie had a vision of her dream from the previous night, and started to become weak in the knees.
"You okay, Liz?" came Miranda's voice.
"Yeah…fine…" Lizzie said, stumbling. "Let's just go inside."
The three friends went in to school for another day in their lives, but Lizzie had a feeling this one would be different.
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By Lunch, Lizzie had recalled her nightmare more times than she cared to remember. She couldn't focus through any of her morning classes. So when Lunch came, she was relieved. Grabbing a soda, she went to sit next to Miranda, opposite Gordo.
"Does anybody else want this day to end really fast?" said the troubled McGuire girl.
"Any day with school I want to end fast," Miranda replied comically, getting a chuckle from Lizzie. Gordo, however, was just staring at his plate of chicken, poking it aimlessly with his fork.
"What's the matter, Gordo? I'm not funny anymore?"
"Huh?" was all Gordo could say, seeing as he hadn't been paying attention.
"What's the deal, Gordo?" asked Lizzie. "Are you sick?"
"No...well...sort of...."
"Want me to take you to the nurse?" questioned the ever-helpful Lizzie.
"No. I'm not physically sick. I'm sort of...emotionally sick...."
"What do you mean?" asked Miranda, concerned as ever.
"Well..." Gordo began, "do you ever feel like you have no purpose, no drive, no reason for even getting up in the morning? I mean, I feel like I'm empty, hollow, you know? I feel like I have no reason to even be here on Earth." At that the girls were shocked and mortified, and wanted to interject, but they let him continue. "I'm trapped. Every day is the same thing. I get up, go to school, go home, do homework, talk to you two, not that that part is bad, or anything, I go to sleep, then I wake up and do it all over again. What's the point?"
When he finished, the girls had horrified looks on their faces. Lizzie spoke first.
"Gordo, how can you even say that?! You have so much to work for, to live for. How can you feel hollow?"
"Yeah. You're a terrific person. So how can you even think that there's no point?" Miranda said, always ready to throw in her two cents.
"Notice how you couldn't describe any of the things I 'have to live for.'"
"How about this? You have us!" Lizzie said, ready to back up her statement.
"True..."
"I'm sure you'll come around, Gordo. Just give it time," Miranda said.
"Yeah. You're probably right," was Gordo's almost robotic response.
That's when Lizzie, out of nowhere, had another relapse of her dream from the night before.
"NO! NO! NO!" She was screaming. Gordo and Miranda were confused.
"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Gordo spoke in a shocked tone.
"HE CAN'T LEAVE ME! HE CAN'T! DAMNIT, WAKE UP!"
"Lizzie, you're freaking me out!" Miranda cried.
"HE CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Lizzie repeated, then passed out on the table.
A/N: Please review, so I can improve my writing. I'll have the next chapter up soon.
A/N: This is my first piece on this website, so tell me what you think, please.
It was raining. She was with him, their hands clasped in an ever-loving hold. Walking down the sidewalk, she didn't care how wet she was, if her clothes were ruined, or if she fell in a puddle. All she cared about was him.
"I love you," she said, with all the sincerity she had.
"I love you, too," he replied, with just the same sincerity.
That's when it happened. The nightmare that any person dreads. Two lights shone from the street. They were straight at first, then angled toward them.
"Look out!" he shouted, lunging at the girl to get her out of harm's way…but not his own.
"No…" she said in disbelief, barely audible. "No…"
She ran toward him. The lights had already vanished. Turning him over, she couldn't see his, the very eyes she had grown to love. He wasn't moving, barely breathing.
"Wake up…wake up…"
"Lizzie…" he said with almost no volume at all. "Lizzie…don't worry…One day…we'll be…together...Take care…of everyone…" And with that, his eyes closed…forever.
"NO!" she cried. "NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" she said, desperately pushing on his chest, doing everything she could for him.
"This…can't be…" she said, shaking. She kissed his cold, lifeless lips, the kind of kiss shared between two people in the deepest of love. Then she passed out, resting on the lifeless body she cared for.
"NO! I NEED YOU!" Lizzie McGuire screamed, sitting up in her bed. Looking at her alarm clock, which said 2:00 A.M., she realized what had happened. "Whoa. What a dream. But…who was that?"
Jo and Sam McGuire came rushing into the room.
"Is everything okay, honey? We heard a scream," Jo said.
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Yeah, except your looks," came the prepubescent voice of Matt McGuire.
"Matt, it would be so easy for me to come over there and give you an atomic wedgie!"
"Oh, wow! I'm so threatened!" Matt said sarcastically.
Lizzie started to get out of bed.
"Bye!" Matt said running back to his room.
"Lizzie, are you going to be okay?" Sam said.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. You guys can go back to bed."
"Okay, but we're here if you need us," Jo said with a motherly tone.
"Thanks," was Lizzie's automatic reply.
Jo and Sam retreated to bed, while Lizzie tossed and turned all night.
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The next day on the bus, Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo all sat talking.
"Lizzie, what happened to you? You look like a zombie," Gordo pointed out, noticing the dark circles under his best friend's eyes.
"Yeah. Your eyes kind of look like Gordo's when he was obsessed with that dwarf game," Miranda chimed in.
"Don't remind me. You wouldn't want me having a relapse, would you?"
"Definitely not. Especially after that intervention we had."
Everyone laughed at the memory.
"I had a horrible nightmare and I didn't get any sleep," Lizzie, said changing the subject.
"What happened in it?" Gordo said, concerned.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Lizzie said as they pulled up to the school.
Walking up to school, Lizzie had a vision of her dream from the previous night, and started to become weak in the knees.
"You okay, Liz?" came Miranda's voice.
"Yeah…fine…" Lizzie said, stumbling. "Let's just go inside."
The three friends went in to school for another day in their lives, but Lizzie had a feeling this one would be different.
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By Lunch, Lizzie had recalled her nightmare more times than she cared to remember. She couldn't focus through any of her morning classes. So when Lunch came, she was relieved. Grabbing a soda, she went to sit next to Miranda, opposite Gordo.
"Does anybody else want this day to end really fast?" said the troubled McGuire girl.
"Any day with school I want to end fast," Miranda replied comically, getting a chuckle from Lizzie. Gordo, however, was just staring at his plate of chicken, poking it aimlessly with his fork.
"What's the matter, Gordo? I'm not funny anymore?"
"Huh?" was all Gordo could say, seeing as he hadn't been paying attention.
"What's the deal, Gordo?" asked Lizzie. "Are you sick?"
"No...well...sort of...."
"Want me to take you to the nurse?" questioned the ever-helpful Lizzie.
"No. I'm not physically sick. I'm sort of...emotionally sick...."
"What do you mean?" asked Miranda, concerned as ever.
"Well..." Gordo began, "do you ever feel like you have no purpose, no drive, no reason for even getting up in the morning? I mean, I feel like I'm empty, hollow, you know? I feel like I have no reason to even be here on Earth." At that the girls were shocked and mortified, and wanted to interject, but they let him continue. "I'm trapped. Every day is the same thing. I get up, go to school, go home, do homework, talk to you two, not that that part is bad, or anything, I go to sleep, then I wake up and do it all over again. What's the point?"
When he finished, the girls had horrified looks on their faces. Lizzie spoke first.
"Gordo, how can you even say that?! You have so much to work for, to live for. How can you feel hollow?"
"Yeah. You're a terrific person. So how can you even think that there's no point?" Miranda said, always ready to throw in her two cents.
"Notice how you couldn't describe any of the things I 'have to live for.'"
"How about this? You have us!" Lizzie said, ready to back up her statement.
"True..."
"I'm sure you'll come around, Gordo. Just give it time," Miranda said.
"Yeah. You're probably right," was Gordo's almost robotic response.
That's when Lizzie, out of nowhere, had another relapse of her dream from the night before.
"NO! NO! NO!" She was screaming. Gordo and Miranda were confused.
"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Gordo spoke in a shocked tone.
"HE CAN'T LEAVE ME! HE CAN'T! DAMNIT, WAKE UP!"
"Lizzie, you're freaking me out!" Miranda cried.
"HE CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Lizzie repeated, then passed out on the table.
A/N: Please review, so I can improve my writing. I'll have the next chapter up soon.