- Summary: After a monumental fight between Lizzie and Jo Mcguire, the two switch bodies and learn that being each other isn't exactly a joyride.
- Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie Mcguire, nor do I own the "Freaky Friday" based plot. Lizzie Mcguire belongs to Disney, and "Freaky Friday" is a book by Mary Rodgers (of course, I am using the 2003 film that is a remake of the 70's film that is based on the book for the basis of THIS story).
- Author's Note: I was actually working on a story entitled "Enough" when the idea for this hit me while I was watching a taped episode of Lizzie Mcguire. (I bet you can't guess which one!! ;) haha) There will be only a few similarities between the 2003 version of "Freaky Friday" in this, including Anna's often-used exclamation, "You're ruining my life!" Because it's that nifty. ;) And yes, Lizzie's in a band. I think that's plausible because of her pop star stint in Rome, no? Please enter into this with an open mind and don't just pass it off as a direct copy of the movie, because it's not. :) With that said, please enjoy!
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Freaky Friday
Chapter 1- You're Ruining My Life!
"Mom! Why can't I go? It's not fair!" Lizzie Mcguire shrieked at her mother in the whiniest "teenager voice" that she could muster. "ALL my friends are going!"
Jo Mcguire stared defiantly at her daughter. "Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire, do not use that tone with me! You can't go because I said you can't; you don't need to be going to one of those making-out, having-sex, dirty-dancing parties!"
Lizzie let out a loud, frustrated noise. "MOM! It is not one of those 'making-out, having-sex, dirty-dancing parties,'" she said, only slightly fibbing. The party was being thrown by Jordan Connor, a popular girl at Hillridge High School. Everyone knew she was into drugs, smoking, and drinking, and there were an abundance of rumors about her promiscuity, but it only added to her appeal to people. But Jo didn't need to know that- it was irrelevant, in Lizzie's mind. "It is the party of the year, and everybody who is anybody will be there."
"Then I guess you won't be anybody," Jo replied, raising her eyebrows. "You could be doing something more productive- like your homework."
"MOM!"
"Lizzie, this conversation is over," Jo said, cutting Lizzie off before she could say anything else. She turned and began to walk into the kitchen to finish fixing dinner.
"Why do you do this to me?" Lizzie demanded in a shrill voice, following Jo into the kitchen, only a few paces behind the older woman. She was determined not to give up her rights of attending the party without putting up a damn good fight. "You CAN'T do this to me."
Jo let out a small laugh, sounding amused. "Lizzie, I'm not DOING anything to you," she stated, reaching out a hand to run it through Lizzie's curly blonde hair. "I'm looking out for you, sweetie."
Lizzie jerked away. Her anger at her mother was not dissipating, despite all of Jo's words that were being spoken in an attempt to calm her down. "Miranda's parents are letting her go, Mom," she whined. "We can look out for each other!"
Jo sighed. "Did I not say that this conversation was over?" she asked. "Look, honey, I'm not trying to make you miserable, or to make you miss out on the 'party of the year,' but I am not comfortable with letting you go. I don't know the young lady who is throwing this school wide extravaganza, nor do I know if there will be any adult supervision. I don't care if Miranda's parents are letting her go, and I don't care if everyone at your school is going; YOU are my daughter and are NOT going to attend this party."
For a brief moment, all Lizzie could do was stare at Jo with a look of incredulity mixed with absolute hatred. Then, she threw her arms up in the air, let out a shriek of anger, and shouted, "You're ruining my life! Especially my social life!"
"Elizabeth, if you take that tone with me again, you won't HAVE a social life for me to ruin!" Jo exclaimed in a voice almost as loud as Lizzie's.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lizzie asked, crossing her arms and looking at Jo in confusion.
"Have you ever heard of being grounded, Lizzie?" Jo asked, a serious expression her face.
Lizzie scoffed. "You wouldn't ground me!" Even though she was trying to sound sure of herself, the insecure look on her face gave her true feelings away.
"Oh, I wouldn't?" Jo asked. "Do you want to try me and find out, Lizzie? If not, I suggest you head on up to your room and start doing that homework of yours." She waited expectantly for Lizzie to make a move.
"You have no idea what it's like being 16, Mom," Lizzie snapped hatefully before turning on her heel and stomping out of the kitchen, heading to her bedroom.
"Oh, of course not, because I was never a teenager!" Jo called after her, rolling her eyes at her daughter's retreating back.
On her way up the stairs, Lizzie made it a point to stomp as loudly as she could, so that Jo could still hear her in the kitchen. Then she stomped down the hallway to her room, pushed her bedroom door open so hard that it went flying back and connected with the wall beside of it, making a loud bang. And, finally, after entering her room, Lizzie slammed the door so hard that she was almost sure she had made the house shake. For some odd reason, she was somewhat proud of her childish behavior. Maybe it would make Jo so angry that she would, in a fit of rage, agree to let Lizzie go to the party, just to get the teen out of her hair.
…no such luck.
Sounding positively livid, Jo yelled, "LIZZIE! You get your on-the-verge-of-being-grounded-until-you're-18 rear end back down here right this SECOND, and go to your room the RIGHT way! Which means NO slamming of doors, or stomping!"
Through clenched teeth, Lizzie let out a frustrated breath. Not wanting to have her mom actually follow through with the threat of her being ground until she was 18, Lizzie reluctantly headed back downstairs, then walked back up to her room with minimal stomping, and closed the door softly.
Once she was safely locked in her room, Lizzie took a seat in her fuzzy purple computer chair and connected to the Internet, then logged on to AIM. Even though the majority of the students who attended Hillridge High School were going to be at the party, Lizzie still had hope that SOMEBODY would be on to share her misery of being unable to go.
Sure enough, under the list of online users was "DirectorGuyGordon." Lizzie smiled as she double-clicked his screen name. The instant message text box popped up, and Lizzie began typing.
She's A Star: hey, Gordo!
DirectorGuyGordon: Liz? what are you doin home on a friday night?
She's A Star: *groans* oh my gosh, Gordo…you will never believe how cruel my mother is! she seems to LOVE ruining my life.
DirectorGuyGordon: let me guess…she won't let you go to Jordan Connor's party?
She's A Star: of course not! sometimes she makes me so mad!
DirectorGuyGordon: maybe it's a good thing she's not letting you go. i mean, Jordan's the type of girl to have a wild party, and wild parties do nothing for your reputation.
She's A Star: what's your point? cuz my point is that my mother is RUINING MY LIFE!
DirectorGuyGordon: not letting you go to some party hardly constitutes ruining your life. you'll thank her someday. and anyway, i'm not going, either.
She's A Star: you don't care about popularity, Gordo. i, on the other hand, do!
DirectorGuyGordon: Liz, you've been striving for popularity since middle school. hasn't it gotten old yet?
She's A Star: ugh, you don't understand either! i wish Miranda was on. but noooo…she's having the time of her life at the party!
DirectorGuyGordon: there's more to life than going to parties.
She's A Star: yeah, like practicing your set for the upcoming school talent show with your band, but i can't do that either because EVERYONE IS AT THAT DAMN PARTY!
DirectorGuyGordon: somehow i think you'll manage to live, Liz. don't take my word for it, though.
She's A Star: don't worry, i won't.
She's A Star: i think i am going to go wallow in self pity. ttyl
DirectorGuyGordon: don't wallow too much. see ya, Liz
She's A Star logged off at 9:48 p.m.
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- Author's Note: What a fight. Lol. My mom and I got into a similar one the other night, though it wasn't over going to a party- it was over going out with my boyfriend, Grant, on a school night! Unlike Lizzie, I ended up winning. ;) (The fantastic Daddy intervention helped me, of course. Yes, I'll admit it: I'm a daddy's girl!)
The ACTUAL plot (Jo becomes Lizzie and Lizzie becomes Jo) will begin a couple of chapters into the story. As much as I would love to dive directly into the plot, a few things need to be set up first. Otherwise it would be rushed, unrealistic, undeveloped, and definitely not very good! :)
Please review!
Oh yes...I'm going to do a poll. I'm trying to figure out the name for the band that Lizzie is in. The choices are (drum roll please):
No Stereotype
Follow Your Heart
Juxtaposition (cause that is a cool word)
The Less You Know
Xperiment
Pandora's Box
All of those are courtesy of my dear friend, Corrie. Please vote for the one you like best!
- Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie Mcguire, nor do I own the "Freaky Friday" based plot. Lizzie Mcguire belongs to Disney, and "Freaky Friday" is a book by Mary Rodgers (of course, I am using the 2003 film that is a remake of the 70's film that is based on the book for the basis of THIS story).
- Author's Note: I was actually working on a story entitled "Enough" when the idea for this hit me while I was watching a taped episode of Lizzie Mcguire. (I bet you can't guess which one!! ;) haha) There will be only a few similarities between the 2003 version of "Freaky Friday" in this, including Anna's often-used exclamation, "You're ruining my life!" Because it's that nifty. ;) And yes, Lizzie's in a band. I think that's plausible because of her pop star stint in Rome, no? Please enter into this with an open mind and don't just pass it off as a direct copy of the movie, because it's not. :) With that said, please enjoy!
~*~*~*~
Freaky Friday
Chapter 1- You're Ruining My Life!
"Mom! Why can't I go? It's not fair!" Lizzie Mcguire shrieked at her mother in the whiniest "teenager voice" that she could muster. "ALL my friends are going!"
Jo Mcguire stared defiantly at her daughter. "Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire, do not use that tone with me! You can't go because I said you can't; you don't need to be going to one of those making-out, having-sex, dirty-dancing parties!"
Lizzie let out a loud, frustrated noise. "MOM! It is not one of those 'making-out, having-sex, dirty-dancing parties,'" she said, only slightly fibbing. The party was being thrown by Jordan Connor, a popular girl at Hillridge High School. Everyone knew she was into drugs, smoking, and drinking, and there were an abundance of rumors about her promiscuity, but it only added to her appeal to people. But Jo didn't need to know that- it was irrelevant, in Lizzie's mind. "It is the party of the year, and everybody who is anybody will be there."
"Then I guess you won't be anybody," Jo replied, raising her eyebrows. "You could be doing something more productive- like your homework."
"MOM!"
"Lizzie, this conversation is over," Jo said, cutting Lizzie off before she could say anything else. She turned and began to walk into the kitchen to finish fixing dinner.
"Why do you do this to me?" Lizzie demanded in a shrill voice, following Jo into the kitchen, only a few paces behind the older woman. She was determined not to give up her rights of attending the party without putting up a damn good fight. "You CAN'T do this to me."
Jo let out a small laugh, sounding amused. "Lizzie, I'm not DOING anything to you," she stated, reaching out a hand to run it through Lizzie's curly blonde hair. "I'm looking out for you, sweetie."
Lizzie jerked away. Her anger at her mother was not dissipating, despite all of Jo's words that were being spoken in an attempt to calm her down. "Miranda's parents are letting her go, Mom," she whined. "We can look out for each other!"
Jo sighed. "Did I not say that this conversation was over?" she asked. "Look, honey, I'm not trying to make you miserable, or to make you miss out on the 'party of the year,' but I am not comfortable with letting you go. I don't know the young lady who is throwing this school wide extravaganza, nor do I know if there will be any adult supervision. I don't care if Miranda's parents are letting her go, and I don't care if everyone at your school is going; YOU are my daughter and are NOT going to attend this party."
For a brief moment, all Lizzie could do was stare at Jo with a look of incredulity mixed with absolute hatred. Then, she threw her arms up in the air, let out a shriek of anger, and shouted, "You're ruining my life! Especially my social life!"
"Elizabeth, if you take that tone with me again, you won't HAVE a social life for me to ruin!" Jo exclaimed in a voice almost as loud as Lizzie's.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lizzie asked, crossing her arms and looking at Jo in confusion.
"Have you ever heard of being grounded, Lizzie?" Jo asked, a serious expression her face.
Lizzie scoffed. "You wouldn't ground me!" Even though she was trying to sound sure of herself, the insecure look on her face gave her true feelings away.
"Oh, I wouldn't?" Jo asked. "Do you want to try me and find out, Lizzie? If not, I suggest you head on up to your room and start doing that homework of yours." She waited expectantly for Lizzie to make a move.
"You have no idea what it's like being 16, Mom," Lizzie snapped hatefully before turning on her heel and stomping out of the kitchen, heading to her bedroom.
"Oh, of course not, because I was never a teenager!" Jo called after her, rolling her eyes at her daughter's retreating back.
On her way up the stairs, Lizzie made it a point to stomp as loudly as she could, so that Jo could still hear her in the kitchen. Then she stomped down the hallway to her room, pushed her bedroom door open so hard that it went flying back and connected with the wall beside of it, making a loud bang. And, finally, after entering her room, Lizzie slammed the door so hard that she was almost sure she had made the house shake. For some odd reason, she was somewhat proud of her childish behavior. Maybe it would make Jo so angry that she would, in a fit of rage, agree to let Lizzie go to the party, just to get the teen out of her hair.
…no such luck.
Sounding positively livid, Jo yelled, "LIZZIE! You get your on-the-verge-of-being-grounded-until-you're-18 rear end back down here right this SECOND, and go to your room the RIGHT way! Which means NO slamming of doors, or stomping!"
Through clenched teeth, Lizzie let out a frustrated breath. Not wanting to have her mom actually follow through with the threat of her being ground until she was 18, Lizzie reluctantly headed back downstairs, then walked back up to her room with minimal stomping, and closed the door softly.
Once she was safely locked in her room, Lizzie took a seat in her fuzzy purple computer chair and connected to the Internet, then logged on to AIM. Even though the majority of the students who attended Hillridge High School were going to be at the party, Lizzie still had hope that SOMEBODY would be on to share her misery of being unable to go.
Sure enough, under the list of online users was "DirectorGuyGordon." Lizzie smiled as she double-clicked his screen name. The instant message text box popped up, and Lizzie began typing.
She's A Star: hey, Gordo!
DirectorGuyGordon: Liz? what are you doin home on a friday night?
She's A Star: *groans* oh my gosh, Gordo…you will never believe how cruel my mother is! she seems to LOVE ruining my life.
DirectorGuyGordon: let me guess…she won't let you go to Jordan Connor's party?
She's A Star: of course not! sometimes she makes me so mad!
DirectorGuyGordon: maybe it's a good thing she's not letting you go. i mean, Jordan's the type of girl to have a wild party, and wild parties do nothing for your reputation.
She's A Star: what's your point? cuz my point is that my mother is RUINING MY LIFE!
DirectorGuyGordon: not letting you go to some party hardly constitutes ruining your life. you'll thank her someday. and anyway, i'm not going, either.
She's A Star: you don't care about popularity, Gordo. i, on the other hand, do!
DirectorGuyGordon: Liz, you've been striving for popularity since middle school. hasn't it gotten old yet?
She's A Star: ugh, you don't understand either! i wish Miranda was on. but noooo…she's having the time of her life at the party!
DirectorGuyGordon: there's more to life than going to parties.
She's A Star: yeah, like practicing your set for the upcoming school talent show with your band, but i can't do that either because EVERYONE IS AT THAT DAMN PARTY!
DirectorGuyGordon: somehow i think you'll manage to live, Liz. don't take my word for it, though.
She's A Star: don't worry, i won't.
She's A Star: i think i am going to go wallow in self pity. ttyl
DirectorGuyGordon: don't wallow too much. see ya, Liz
She's A Star logged off at 9:48 p.m.
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- Author's Note: What a fight. Lol. My mom and I got into a similar one the other night, though it wasn't over going to a party- it was over going out with my boyfriend, Grant, on a school night! Unlike Lizzie, I ended up winning. ;) (The fantastic Daddy intervention helped me, of course. Yes, I'll admit it: I'm a daddy's girl!)
The ACTUAL plot (Jo becomes Lizzie and Lizzie becomes Jo) will begin a couple of chapters into the story. As much as I would love to dive directly into the plot, a few things need to be set up first. Otherwise it would be rushed, unrealistic, undeveloped, and definitely not very good! :)
Please review!
Oh yes...I'm going to do a poll. I'm trying to figure out the name for the band that Lizzie is in. The choices are (drum roll please):
No Stereotype
Follow Your Heart
Juxtaposition (cause that is a cool word)
The Less You Know
Xperiment
Pandora's Box
All of those are courtesy of my dear friend, Corrie. Please vote for the one you like best!