A/N: My first LM fic, so be nice! No flames please. Btw, the story takes place freshman year...just to avoid confusion, ya know? The gang is already fifteen. They all turned fifteen in 2003, now it's, well, Feb. 2004. Okay, I'll stop talking. You're smart, you get it.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did, but after all, people can't be confined to others' ownership ^_^ Poo.
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This One's For You
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Guys, stop! Wait a sec!"
Fifteen-year-old Lizzie McGuire skidded to a stop in the buzzing high school hallway, nearly toppling over in her two-inch platform boots. Her long, straightened blonde hair swung around her shoulders, and she quickly shoved it behind her ears when she had come to a full stop.
"What is it, Liz? I'm PARCHED - I need a soda! Now!" Best friend Miranda Sanchez rolled her eyes at the blonde, but smiled as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. It was about three p.m., shortly after the last bell of the day, and she'd been looking forward to purchasing two frosty bottles of Code Red Mountain Dew from one of the cafeteria vending machines since about sixth period. Digging into the pocket of her jeans, she fished out a crumpled five-dollar bill, already smoothing it out against her leg.
"Just hold on a second, Miranda." Lizzie's hazel eyes were focused on the flyer that was hanging on the wall. "What is this? I haven't seen this here before!" The flyer was one of many, so Lizzie took it down from the wall and held it in her hand as she examined it.
"Probably because you kinda weren't here when student council hung 'em up yesterday," David Gordon, better known as Gordo, and the third amigo in the trio, answered. He tossed his head so his floppy, dark curls bounced away from his crystal blue eyes.
"I guess not," Lizzie replied. "But look...it's a dance!" The bright pink flyer, very hard to miss with its colorful spatter of hearts as well as a heart border around the edge, advertised the event loud and proud. "A Valentine's Day dance. Awesome."
Miranda laughed. "Get out much, Lizzie?" she joked.
"Shut up." Lizzie playfully nudged her friend. "I wanna go, guys! Remember the last two dances? Well, I mean, Gordo, you only went to the first one, you dork, but...they were so much fun! Way better than Hillridge's. This one will be awesome. They're taking pictures and everything. And this DJ; omigosh, these people are supposed to be, like, the best."
The trio had continued walking towards the cafeteria again. Miranda gazed down at the brightly colored flyer. "Best Mobile Music DJ Service," she read. "Cool." They rounded a corner and came closer to the straight-ahead cafeteria. Miranda, clutching her money, nodded towards it. "I'm dehydrated, I swear," she said. "I can't wait anymore. I'll be back." She broke into a jog and began closing in on the cafeteria until she disappeared inside.
That left Lizzie and Gordo together in the hallway. Lizzie looked up at him and smiled. "Sooo?" she held the flyer out to him.
"Soooo?" he mimicked her, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Lizzie laughed, nudging him. Gently, without looking down, her hand found his. They clasped theirs together gently, and paused off to the side of the hall, right by the cafeteria entrance.
"I'm going if you're going, I guess," Gordo told Lizzie. Lizzie...his best friend. Lizzie.
His girlfriend.
She looked amazing today, he thought. Considering it had been her first day back after a bout with bad allergies, she still glowed. Her glimmering tresses flowed down her back like a waterfall, and her snugly fit tan courdoroy pants and black halter top with its light pink polka dots under a jean jacket the same color as the dots...her outfit hugged every curve of her body as if it were tailored especially for her.
"Good," Lizzie said. To her boyfriend. Gordo, her boyfriend...who would have thought? Well, actually, most of the freshman class had already bet on it. When they arrived at school in the fall, after becoming an "official couple" back in late June, nobody was thoroughly surprised. Happy for them, yes, but according to many of their fellow students (Parker being the first to say it), it was "about time!"
"So when's Valentine's Day, anyway?" Gordo questioned.
"Well, it's the fifth right now, so you figure it out, genius."
"Hey, geniuses need occasional breaks from brain power now and then, too."
"Oh, so you're implying that I don't use my brain power or something?" Lizzie joked, running a hand through Gordo's curls.
"Maybe." Gordo reached up and grabbed her hand, bringing it down to his lips and kissing it gently. "Maybe not." He grinned. "You figure it out, genius."
Lizzie just stuck her tongue out at him. "Never take too long a break from your brain power," she said gently. "I love your geniusness."
Gordo smiled. Leaning in close, he said softly, "That's not a wor--"
Lizzie silenced him with a kiss. It was a sweet and innocent ones, like they most always shared. This particular kiss wasn't the deep make-out kind that wasn't allowed right smack in the high school hallway, but the kind that other students usually "aww" at as they pass.
Their lips had touched for only a few seconds...
BWAAAAAAHNT!
Lizzie jumped away from Gordo in alarm, her head spinning in the direction of the sound's source.
There stood Miranda, grinning broadly after belching loud enough to startle her best friends.
"Thanks for that, Miranda!" Lizzie exclaimed sarcastically.
"How thirsty are you, exactly?" Gordo asked.
"Thirsty enough to freak out Cinderella and Prince Charming over here," she laughed. She took another long swig of her soda, then placed the cap back on. The three made their way through the hallway towards the front entrance of the school again.
"So, Miranda, are you going, or what?" Lizzie asked.
"Hmm?" Miranda was examining the inside of the bottle cap to see if she'd won anything.
"The dance, Miss Attention Span. Are you going?"
"Oh, yeah. If you guys are going, I'll be there." Miranda sighed. " 'Sorry, try again.' The only thing I've ever won is a 16 oz. Coke..." She paused. "Ooh, the other soda! Hold this, Lizzie." She thrust the half-consumed bottle of Code Red into Lizzie's hand and opened her backpack to retrieve bottle number two.
Lizzie just rolled her eyes up in Gordo's direction and laughed.
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E/N: Sorry if this chapter sucked, but I'm just getting started. Stick around, because hopefully it won't suck forever. ^_~ But people who review are my best pals, so don't forget to click the little purple (blue?) button just south of here. (I accept anonymous reviews, so you don't have to do that whole annoying, time consuming login thing!) Gracias.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did, but after all, people can't be confined to others' ownership ^_^ Poo.
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This One's For You
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Guys, stop! Wait a sec!"
Fifteen-year-old Lizzie McGuire skidded to a stop in the buzzing high school hallway, nearly toppling over in her two-inch platform boots. Her long, straightened blonde hair swung around her shoulders, and she quickly shoved it behind her ears when she had come to a full stop.
"What is it, Liz? I'm PARCHED - I need a soda! Now!" Best friend Miranda Sanchez rolled her eyes at the blonde, but smiled as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. It was about three p.m., shortly after the last bell of the day, and she'd been looking forward to purchasing two frosty bottles of Code Red Mountain Dew from one of the cafeteria vending machines since about sixth period. Digging into the pocket of her jeans, she fished out a crumpled five-dollar bill, already smoothing it out against her leg.
"Just hold on a second, Miranda." Lizzie's hazel eyes were focused on the flyer that was hanging on the wall. "What is this? I haven't seen this here before!" The flyer was one of many, so Lizzie took it down from the wall and held it in her hand as she examined it.
"Probably because you kinda weren't here when student council hung 'em up yesterday," David Gordon, better known as Gordo, and the third amigo in the trio, answered. He tossed his head so his floppy, dark curls bounced away from his crystal blue eyes.
"I guess not," Lizzie replied. "But look...it's a dance!" The bright pink flyer, very hard to miss with its colorful spatter of hearts as well as a heart border around the edge, advertised the event loud and proud. "A Valentine's Day dance. Awesome."
Miranda laughed. "Get out much, Lizzie?" she joked.
"Shut up." Lizzie playfully nudged her friend. "I wanna go, guys! Remember the last two dances? Well, I mean, Gordo, you only went to the first one, you dork, but...they were so much fun! Way better than Hillridge's. This one will be awesome. They're taking pictures and everything. And this DJ; omigosh, these people are supposed to be, like, the best."
The trio had continued walking towards the cafeteria again. Miranda gazed down at the brightly colored flyer. "Best Mobile Music DJ Service," she read. "Cool." They rounded a corner and came closer to the straight-ahead cafeteria. Miranda, clutching her money, nodded towards it. "I'm dehydrated, I swear," she said. "I can't wait anymore. I'll be back." She broke into a jog and began closing in on the cafeteria until she disappeared inside.
That left Lizzie and Gordo together in the hallway. Lizzie looked up at him and smiled. "Sooo?" she held the flyer out to him.
"Soooo?" he mimicked her, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Lizzie laughed, nudging him. Gently, without looking down, her hand found his. They clasped theirs together gently, and paused off to the side of the hall, right by the cafeteria entrance.
"I'm going if you're going, I guess," Gordo told Lizzie. Lizzie...his best friend. Lizzie.
His girlfriend.
She looked amazing today, he thought. Considering it had been her first day back after a bout with bad allergies, she still glowed. Her glimmering tresses flowed down her back like a waterfall, and her snugly fit tan courdoroy pants and black halter top with its light pink polka dots under a jean jacket the same color as the dots...her outfit hugged every curve of her body as if it were tailored especially for her.
"Good," Lizzie said. To her boyfriend. Gordo, her boyfriend...who would have thought? Well, actually, most of the freshman class had already bet on it. When they arrived at school in the fall, after becoming an "official couple" back in late June, nobody was thoroughly surprised. Happy for them, yes, but according to many of their fellow students (Parker being the first to say it), it was "about time!"
"So when's Valentine's Day, anyway?" Gordo questioned.
"Well, it's the fifth right now, so you figure it out, genius."
"Hey, geniuses need occasional breaks from brain power now and then, too."
"Oh, so you're implying that I don't use my brain power or something?" Lizzie joked, running a hand through Gordo's curls.
"Maybe." Gordo reached up and grabbed her hand, bringing it down to his lips and kissing it gently. "Maybe not." He grinned. "You figure it out, genius."
Lizzie just stuck her tongue out at him. "Never take too long a break from your brain power," she said gently. "I love your geniusness."
Gordo smiled. Leaning in close, he said softly, "That's not a wor--"
Lizzie silenced him with a kiss. It was a sweet and innocent ones, like they most always shared. This particular kiss wasn't the deep make-out kind that wasn't allowed right smack in the high school hallway, but the kind that other students usually "aww" at as they pass.
Their lips had touched for only a few seconds...
BWAAAAAAHNT!
Lizzie jumped away from Gordo in alarm, her head spinning in the direction of the sound's source.
There stood Miranda, grinning broadly after belching loud enough to startle her best friends.
"Thanks for that, Miranda!" Lizzie exclaimed sarcastically.
"How thirsty are you, exactly?" Gordo asked.
"Thirsty enough to freak out Cinderella and Prince Charming over here," she laughed. She took another long swig of her soda, then placed the cap back on. The three made their way through the hallway towards the front entrance of the school again.
"So, Miranda, are you going, or what?" Lizzie asked.
"Hmm?" Miranda was examining the inside of the bottle cap to see if she'd won anything.
"The dance, Miss Attention Span. Are you going?"
"Oh, yeah. If you guys are going, I'll be there." Miranda sighed. " 'Sorry, try again.' The only thing I've ever won is a 16 oz. Coke..." She paused. "Ooh, the other soda! Hold this, Lizzie." She thrust the half-consumed bottle of Code Red into Lizzie's hand and opened her backpack to retrieve bottle number two.
Lizzie just rolled her eyes up in Gordo's direction and laughed.
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E/N: Sorry if this chapter sucked, but I'm just getting started. Stick around, because hopefully it won't suck forever. ^_~ But people who review are my best pals, so don't forget to click the little purple (blue?) button just south of here. (I accept anonymous reviews, so you don't have to do that whole annoying, time consuming login thing!) Gracias.