Hey you guyz! Here is the sequel I promised a few of you! Well, How I
Got
Here ended with Gordo being a monster perv, and Lizzie engaged to this
guy named Benji. Well, if you checked the title, you think things are
either going really good or really bad. Do I write happy stories? NOPE!
I don't own Lizzie McGuire. I really don't even want to write this,
but
people wanted a sequel. This will be the last LMg fiction I will ever
write! I'm moving on to Degrassi, so on with How Life Goes!
Chapter 1: The Honeymoon and Unexpected Things
(Lizzie)
I've been Mrs. Elizabeth Lowenstein for twelve hours now. This is
wonderful, I'm out of college, and married to the man of my dreams. We
decided to go to Jamaica for our honeymoon. We will be staying at the
Jamaica Hilton. (A/N I don't know what the name of thst hotel is, sue
me!)
When we arrived, Benji carried me over the threshold of our hotel room
and he gently placed me on the bed. I'd changed out of my wedding dress
already, and had put on a tropical dress. I went to the bathroom to
change into some lingerie Paulette had given me. It wasn't a play
dress,
but it wasn't a nightie either. It was a white silk gown with lace
trimmings.
I walked out of the back, and Benji's mouth dropped.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I'm the luckiest
man
in the world, because you're mine and no one else's," he said.
"I love you Benjiman," I whispered.
"Wanna do what honeymooners do on their honeymoon?" he asked jokingly.
"Why else do you think I'm wearing this?" He hopped onto the
king-sized
bed, and gently kissed me.
*****
"How was your honeymoon?" asked Paulette when we arrived at the
airport.
"Magical," I said taking Benji's hand in mine.
"Your and Benji's brothers put all your things in the apartment. I'll
give you the grand tour when we get there."
Hours later, we were at The Colonnade apartments on Kingsway Street.
We
lived in building F ,floor three, apartment 546. It was already painted
and furnished. My mom had given it to us as a wedding gift. She had
made
the first six payments.
After unpacking our things, the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Lizzie, it's Matt. You got to come to my dorm right now, I need your
help."
"What is it Matt?"
"Can't say it over the phone, it's personal, and I don't want my
roommate to hear me."
"Be there in a second."
Fortunately, UCLA was only ten miles away from where I lived. I ran to
the school office, got a visitors pass, and ran to the sophomore dorms.
I
knocked on Matt's door.
"Lizzie," he said hugging me, "how was the honeymoon?"
"It was great. Matt, what's wrong?" He looked at me like he didn't
want
to tell me, but knew he had to.
"Let me buy you coffee at Starbucks." He took me to his car, and we
drove for a few minutes. My brother had grown into a handsome adult. I
never knew he would end up turning serious. Matt bought me a white
chocolate mocha and himself a regular espresso.
"What did you do?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Ok, about three weeks ago, Annel and I decided to strengthen our
relationship to the full."
"You had sex with her?" I asked making sure I had it clear.
"You caught me, I did. Ok, what happened was we got drunk, main reason
we decided to have sex," he said guiltily.
"You drank, and you're not even twenty-one! How many mistakes can you
make in one week?" I asked.
"Anyway, I was drunk to the point where I was senseless. I said to her
'
Let's do it', and we just went at each other without thinking, and
without taking any precautions."
"You screwed without birth control or condoms?"
"Yes, and today she told me that she was pregnant," he said. His eyes
filled with sadness.
"Oh my God. You haven't told Mom I'm guessing. Is she planning on
abortion?"
"Not that I know of. But, I love her. We've been dating for over a
year,
and I want to marry her."
"Matt, twenty years is not the age to get married."
"You're twenty-three and married, why shouldn't I?" he asked.
"Because, you're now considering this more because she is pregnant
with
your child."
"You should be a shrink."
"My major was psychology, and you know I minored in acting, so tell
you
what, wait a bit, and decided if you want to marry her after she has
the
baby."
"Thanks Lizzie, I'm glad you're my sister."
*****
What do you think? Review!!!
Got
Here ended with Gordo being a monster perv, and Lizzie engaged to this
guy named Benji. Well, if you checked the title, you think things are
either going really good or really bad. Do I write happy stories? NOPE!
I don't own Lizzie McGuire. I really don't even want to write this,
but
people wanted a sequel. This will be the last LMg fiction I will ever
write! I'm moving on to Degrassi, so on with How Life Goes!
Chapter 1: The Honeymoon and Unexpected Things
(Lizzie)
I've been Mrs. Elizabeth Lowenstein for twelve hours now. This is
wonderful, I'm out of college, and married to the man of my dreams. We
decided to go to Jamaica for our honeymoon. We will be staying at the
Jamaica Hilton. (A/N I don't know what the name of thst hotel is, sue
me!)
When we arrived, Benji carried me over the threshold of our hotel room
and he gently placed me on the bed. I'd changed out of my wedding dress
already, and had put on a tropical dress. I went to the bathroom to
change into some lingerie Paulette had given me. It wasn't a play
dress,
but it wasn't a nightie either. It was a white silk gown with lace
trimmings.
I walked out of the back, and Benji's mouth dropped.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I'm the luckiest
man
in the world, because you're mine and no one else's," he said.
"I love you Benjiman," I whispered.
"Wanna do what honeymooners do on their honeymoon?" he asked jokingly.
"Why else do you think I'm wearing this?" He hopped onto the
king-sized
bed, and gently kissed me.
*****
"How was your honeymoon?" asked Paulette when we arrived at the
airport.
"Magical," I said taking Benji's hand in mine.
"Your and Benji's brothers put all your things in the apartment. I'll
give you the grand tour when we get there."
Hours later, we were at The Colonnade apartments on Kingsway Street.
We
lived in building F ,floor three, apartment 546. It was already painted
and furnished. My mom had given it to us as a wedding gift. She had
made
the first six payments.
After unpacking our things, the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Lizzie, it's Matt. You got to come to my dorm right now, I need your
help."
"What is it Matt?"
"Can't say it over the phone, it's personal, and I don't want my
roommate to hear me."
"Be there in a second."
Fortunately, UCLA was only ten miles away from where I lived. I ran to
the school office, got a visitors pass, and ran to the sophomore dorms.
I
knocked on Matt's door.
"Lizzie," he said hugging me, "how was the honeymoon?"
"It was great. Matt, what's wrong?" He looked at me like he didn't
want
to tell me, but knew he had to.
"Let me buy you coffee at Starbucks." He took me to his car, and we
drove for a few minutes. My brother had grown into a handsome adult. I
never knew he would end up turning serious. Matt bought me a white
chocolate mocha and himself a regular espresso.
"What did you do?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Ok, about three weeks ago, Annel and I decided to strengthen our
relationship to the full."
"You had sex with her?" I asked making sure I had it clear.
"You caught me, I did. Ok, what happened was we got drunk, main reason
we decided to have sex," he said guiltily.
"You drank, and you're not even twenty-one! How many mistakes can you
make in one week?" I asked.
"Anyway, I was drunk to the point where I was senseless. I said to her
'
Let's do it', and we just went at each other without thinking, and
without taking any precautions."
"You screwed without birth control or condoms?"
"Yes, and today she told me that she was pregnant," he said. His eyes
filled with sadness.
"Oh my God. You haven't told Mom I'm guessing. Is she planning on
abortion?"
"Not that I know of. But, I love her. We've been dating for over a
year,
and I want to marry her."
"Matt, twenty years is not the age to get married."
"You're twenty-three and married, why shouldn't I?" he asked.
"Because, you're now considering this more because she is pregnant
with
your child."
"You should be a shrink."
"My major was psychology, and you know I minored in acting, so tell
you
what, wait a bit, and decided if you want to marry her after she has
the
baby."
"Thanks Lizzie, I'm glad you're my sister."
*****
What do you think? Review!!!