I knew I loved her, I could feel it in ever fibre of my being. She was what I'd wanted for so long. I can remember how she drove me completely crazy, how her beautiful smile used to plague my dreams, how I had had such unrequited love for so long, and then final she had returned my feelings. I had been elated, I swear there's never a better buzz then getting exactly what you wanted.
I think that was one of my problems, I wanted everything, I wanted the best grades, I wanted to get into the best college, I wanted two women, and I seemed to be getting it all. I was in a habit, where I was thirsty for the next thing I wanted, the next thing I just had to have. And I always got it. I for some reason, was one of the luckiest bastards in the world.
At that moment I hated myself, I hated what I was doing to her, Lizzie, Miranda was strong and beautiful, she had so much passion, she would bounce back, ours had, until more recently ours had always been the most casual of affairs, we'd both circum to it, but we always acted like we wouldn't. She had other guys, I knew that, it bothered me I admit, but there was nothing I could really do as I had Lizzie as well. I had no doubt about Miranda. I loathed myself for loving her, but it was so difficult not to. Her beauty and her passion just made me falling such a deep lustful love with her, I couldn't help myself.
But me and Lizzie, it was so different with us, our was a "perfect relationship" I had loved her for so long, and her loving me back gave me such a buzz. I would get mesmerized in her deep chocolate eyes. Lizzie was pretty, very pretty, guys were always all over her. She was so vulnerable and protecting her was something everyone wanted to do. But it was me, it was me she had chosen, expressing how much this made me love her is impossible.
"Dave.." She smiled touching my shoulder. "You ignoring me there." She laughed smiling that beautiful smile of hers.
I laughed and patted her knee. " Could I ever ignore you is the question McGuire."
"Naah, I'm just too darn cute." She giggled. And she really was. "So. I have to buy a Birthday present for Matt. I was hoping to get a mans insight." She glanced over at me. "What kind of think do you think he'll want?"
"I dunno. What's matt into these days, I hardly ever see him." I asked.
"Well Porn, but I can't just buy him that can I." She laughed. "Well boys will be boys. As long as you don't do that." She laughed. What I did was so much worse.
"Mir.. Is that you?" I asked down the phone, the line had been silent ever since someone had picked up. I waited. I could heard her gentle breathing down the phone.
"Why are you calling me David." She said eventually.
"I don't know." It was true. I didn't, I didn't know why I would always do this, why I could never get her out of my head, her beautiful caramel skin, and her soft slightly Spanish accented voice, when ever I was alone I found myself wondering what she was doing, and when I could next see her. Sure I felt the same about Lizzie, spending time with Lizzie was so much fun. But it was different with Miranda. It wasn't purely sexual, but seeing her had such an element of that, she oozed sexuality, it was passion and heat from the moment we would see each other. Even when we weren't having sex, we would both be thinking about it. We were electric.
"Well maybe you should figure it out." The line went dead. I slowly and regretfully put the receiver down. I wanted to go round to Miranda's so badly. I wanted to see her be with her, touch her skin, her hair. I grabbed my coat and my car keys. I knew this would happen, it always did.
Looking up at her bedroom window I knew she was in there, I could here the soft music playing from her stereo. I was anticipating ever second I would be in that house. I turned off the engine. My head was ringing off alarm bells, reminding me that I had said last time was the truly last time, but I ignored it slowly making my way up her path and ringing of the door bell, waiting for her. I knew she knew it was me from the way she opened the door. She opened the smallest amount possible and looked at me from head to toe. I opened my mouth to say something, I didn't have a clue what. This was it, excitement, anticipation, the electricity between us. Our sordid affair. It was poetic, passionate and beautiful. I stared into her eyes.
"You best come in then." She said.
Authors note: So I love these characters, I agree that maybe there not exactly completely stereotypical of the real characters. But I am enjoying this story, as I hope all you are. The thing with the characters from Lizzie McGuire, is in themselves there's not much depth, but giving a character depth in a preteen comedy is a bit demanding, but there so malleable and adaptable. That's why I really think I liked writing LM fanfics, because there so easy to make the characters your own, and play on your own kind of images of them. Anyway, reviews, even constructive criticism would be lovely. :)