A/N: The is my first Lizzie McGuire fic. In order for this to go the way I want, pretend the movie never happened but the kiss for the eighth grade picture did but nothing ever came of it. It's kind of a weird, twisted plot, but hopefully it turns out good, lol. The chapters will be longer than this, maybe I'll get one up tonight, I'm not sure.

And without further ado..........

The Prince You Charmed

Summary: High School was supposed to be the time of their lives but it was turning out to be more of a disaster of emotions and confusion. And Lizzie McGuire had a bad feeling it was going to get much, much worse before it got any better.

Prologue

Once upon a time.

That's how fairy tales are supposed to start, right?

Once upon a time.

But that's not how this story starts and this story isn't really a fairy tale either. This story starts with a girl just beginning High School. This girl had good intentions, endless determination, and a heart the size of Texas.

This story is about a girl who fell in love with a boy but it blinded her. It blinded her to all the faults of the world, and him in particular. Sure, the boy claimed to love her back but he didn't. He loved her image, not the real her. He put her up on a pedestal.

She fell.

He lived on her spirit, her innocence. But then he tried to change her, tame her, calm her. He didn't want her, he wanted her image. Her image of perfection.

Then things went wrong and she fell off that pedestal. She fell hard and hit rock bottom.

This boy was why she breathed and subconsciously, the reason she cried. He left her high and dry and against her better judgment, she wanted him back. She felt she needed him. But he didn't want her if she wasn't on the pedestal.

This story is about another boy. A boy who loved this girl more than anything. A boy who lived off of her spirit, her innocence, and most importantly her happiness and her. But she didn't want him.

She became confused and tried so hard to get what she wanted. What she thought she wanted. But then as the old cliche says, 'You never know what you have until it's gone'.

No, this story isn't a fairy tale. No guarantees of happy endings. No flowers and doves and perfect white weddings.

But it is a story.

And it's their story.