Author's Note: This is my first Lizzie McGuire FanFic, so please keep that in mind when you review. I've been watching the show since it first came out, so I think I can write a good story, though. I hope you like "The Valentine's Dance", and all I am asking for is reviews!

The Valentine's Dance

Chapter One

Have you ever had one of those days that just didn't seem to go your way? Well, when you're in junior high, you have plenty of them. And when you're me, you always seem to have a day that just really made you want to give up. Well, today wasn't exactly like all those other usual days. It wasn't like those days where that cute guy in English class catches you staring at him, and he writes you a note saying that he only likes you as a "friend." It wasn't that kind of day where that popular snob, also know as Kate, found some way to embarrass you in front of your crush. It was just a really weird day. And I'll explain everything, from the moment it all started. And surprisingly, it started in my bedroom.

When you're in eighth grade, you have to have a decent wardrobe. You can't go around wearing clothes that aren't half-way decent. I remember in seventh grade, I wore this polo shirt that my Aunt Gina had bought for me. I thought it was really cool, mainly because it was stretchy and kind of tight and it was different. I thought it was vintage. But when I got to school, boy, Kate and Claire had a field day with that one. I love that polo, but it's in the back of my closet now.

I had had my outfit all ready picked out-a really cool pair of jeans that I had bought from Intuition 101 and my favorite pink top. Total girly girl, yet fun and chic at the same time. But when I put the top on, which I had bought at I really expensive store at the mall, I saw it had a big stain on the sleeve.

Groaning, I knew my outfit was ruined. The jeans wouldn't go with anything else. Yeah, they were jeans-they would go with anything. But the top matched so nicely with these jeans. I was so bummed when I saw that my favorite top was ruined. Sighing, I ripped the top off and threw it in my closet. Rummaging threw my closet, I knew I didn't have many options.

I found a dark-pink tie-dye top that had some cute rhinestones on it. I held the top up. It looked almost like my other one, except this one looked too seventh grade. Sighing, I put it back on it's hanger, and kept searching. Even though I had plenty of clothes, I felt as if I had none. I needed a new wardrobe, asap.

Suddenly, Matt bounded into my room, the phone in his hands. "Miranda's on the phone!" he yelled, cereal in his mouth. I grabbed the phone from him.

"Why would she call on the regular phone?" I asked him.

"Dunno", he replied, sticking his tongue out.

"You're gross", I told him.

As Matt left, I put the phone to my ear and greeted Miranda, "Major fashion 911. The shirt I was planning on wearing today got stained. I have no other tops to wear. What should I do?"

"Nice way to greet your bff", Miranda teased. "Anyway, just chill, Lizzie. It's only Thursday. Nothing is really happening. Just find a cool top that goes with those jeans", she said.

"Miranda, I have to look decent", I told her.

Miranda was quiet for a minute. "Wear something black. Black is sophisticated. And with black, you can wear a lot of jewlery and you can wear extra make-up", she finally said.

"You're brillant!" I exclaimed. "I can wear my polo-the one from seventh grade-and my really cute pink studded belt. Totally cute blonde meets skater chick", I told her.

"Totally awesome", Miranda replied, "but what about shoes?"

"I'll figure it out", I said.

Miranda and me said our goodbyes, and I went right back to my closet. Digging through the mess, I found my old black polo shirt. Smiling, I decided that this was going to be a hit, now that I was in eighth grade and black was very sophistcated. I pulled off my pajama shirt and put on my polo. It was kind of tight, and it exposed a little bit of my midrif, but I looked pretty cool. I pulled on my jeans and I decided that I looked even cooler.

I decided that I'd wear my Etnies sneakers with the outfit. I didn't wear them much-I had gotten them as a present from Miranda. I had never really been into the skater/punk look, but I really thought this look looked cute on me for today.

I brushed my hair and put on my make-up. I put some of my favorite jewelry, and I decided that I had the perfect look. Whenever you had a fashion 911, Miranda was the girl to call. She could help you, no doubt.

I ran down the stairs to be greeted by stairs from my mom, dad, and brother Matt. My Mom looked absolutely horrified. "Lizzie, what have you done to yourself?" she asked me, nearly dropping the bowl of fruit that she had been carrying to the table.

"Um, nothing Mom", I told her.

"Honey, why are you wearing that teeny-weeny Britney Spears shirt and those odd shoes?" Dad asked, eyeing me.

I glared at them. "My favorite shirt got stained, okay! I didn't have anything else to wear!" I snapped. "And these shoes are called Etnies, by the way. They were from Miranda."

"Yeah, well, I don't like them", Dad said in a hushed voice. "They look suspicious."

And these were my parents. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a granolla bar and said to them, "I'm not changing. It's warm out today; it's in the fifties. I'm bringing a sweat-jacket, so don't worry about me exposing myself", I muttered.

"I really don't like those shoes, Jo", Dad said to Mom. "They-"

Matt snickered. "Sam, the shoes are fine. "It's the outfit that's worrying me", Mom said, eyeing me.

I was relieved when it was time to catch my bus. Leaving the house, Matt said to me, "You look like one of those freaks that I saw at the skatepark with rings in their faces."

"Shut up, Matt", I snapped at him.

When I saw Miranda at the bus stop, I waved at her, a smile on my face. She grinned at me, examning my outfit. I guess she liked it, because when I walked up to her, she said, "Lizzie, you should dress like this more often!" she declared.

"Huh?" I said.

"It is so much better than your regular outfits", she told me as we boarded the bus. "You really look awesome."

I didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult. Was she insulting my old outfits, or was she complimenting my new outfit? I really didn't know how to take it.

We took our usual seat near the back. She was talking about some concert downtown that she was trying to convince her parents to let her go see, and if they agreed, she wanted me to come, too. Of course I wasn't really paying attention. I was concentrating on the new guy sitting in the seat across from us.

"Lizzie, are you even lisening to me?" Miranda snapped.

"Oh, yeah", I said suddenly.

"Are you staring at something?" she whispered.

I nodded. I tilted my head towards the guy sitted across from us. Miranda grinned. Even she couldn't help but stare a little. The guy looked to be very tall, and he was realy thin. I saw that he had dirty blonde hair that was on the long-ish side that fell into his face. His eyes were an amazing shade of blue, and I noticed he was dressed all in black.

"He's really hot", Miranda giggled. "I bet Kate will be all over him."

I glanced over at him. Not if I get to him first, I thought.

"You won't believe this", Gordo told me as I was searching for one of my homework papers in my locker. He came running up to me, breathless.

"You won't believe this. I just found out that we're going to have a Valentine's dance", he said.

I stared at him. "Really? How'd you find out?" I exclaimed.

Gordo smiled slyly as he handed me a red flyer. "I've got big time connections, babe", he said.

I stared at the flyer. Hearts were printed all around it, and in big bold letters it stated all the information about the dance. I grinned at Gordo. "Where did you get this?"

"I was joking, Lizzie. I got mine in study hall. They're all over school", he said.

I grabbed some papers out of my locker and stuffed them into my backpack. Hopefully they'd be the right ones. I was tired of searching. I slammed my locker shut and said to Gordo, "This is so awesome. It says couples only, too! This is going to be great, Gordo."

Gordo blushed. "So, who do plan on going to the dance with?"

"I'm not sure", I said. "I mean, I just found out about it now. And don't the guys ask the girls?" I joked with him. "Anyway, I'll see you at lunch."

As I was walking to English class, my binder and my papers in hand, I felt somebody bang into me, sending me crashing onto the floor. My papers went everywhere, and my binder spilled in front of me. I hit my elbow hard, and I tried not to cry out in pain.

"Are you okay?" I looked up and saw the guy from the bus.

My heart nearly skipped a beat. "U-uh, yeah. I'm fine", I stuttered. And to my surprise, he helped me up. "You sure you're okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah", I said, trying not to smile.

"Good", he said. "Hey, where are you going?"

"English. Room 201", I replied.

"Hey, me too. Let's pick up your stuff and let's go together", he smiled shyly.

My heart was melting. We both bent down to pick up my binder at the same time, and we bumped each other's arms. "Sorry", I told him, blushing a little.

"No prob", he said cooly. When we were got to English, we found that we had a sub.

"Your teacher wanted me to inform all of you that we have a new student named Brayden Lenihan. Brayden, come on up and introduce yourself", the sub said.

Brayden stalked up to the front of the room. He murmured, "Uh, I'm Brayden, I transfered from private school. I like skateboarding and music. I play guitar and I really like to write music", he said.

The sub nodded. "Any questions for Brayden?"

Kate raised her hand. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"No", Brayden said firmly.

"Well, I'm single!" she said loudly. Brayden ignored her. When Brayden got to his assigned seat, which was in front of me, my heart skipped a beat. As the sub handed out a worksheet, I found myself thinking, this is the guy I want to go to the dance with.

Author's Note: This was just chapter one. Hmm, new guy. You know what that means! Anyway, look out for updates!