Disclaimer: I do not own any original characters from the show Lizzie McGuire. I do, however, own any other character in here. If you don't know which ones I'm talking about then I suggest you start watching Lizzie McGuire a little more often. This story is rated R for sexual content, violence, adult situations and language. If any of that offends you, I suggest you stop reading now. For the rest of you, this is the sequel to Remember Me.
Note: For all you writers out there, I decided to share some links that I have found really helpful for me. Maybe you can use them too.
http://www.spellcheck.net/ - lets you spell check up to 5000 characters at once.
http://www.dictionary.com/ - has a dictionary as well as a thesaurus (that's a tool to help find different words with same meanings).
http://www.rhymezone.com/ - not only helps you find rhymes, but is also a word database.
Have fun!
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Take It To The Limit
Chapter One: New Kid In Town
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"I hate the rain" Lizzie McGuire stated as she looked over at the window and then back to her two best friends. It was the Saturday after the dance and everything was different now. She had shared a kiss with her best guy friend, David Gordon, and now their friendship was strained. Neither one of them could deny the fact that they would always be friends no matter what happened between the two. It didn't, however, make anything easier.
"It's not like it rains all the time, Lizzie." Miranda Sanchez sat on the couch, her feet curled up underneath her, picking the peeling nail polish from it's surface. Her two best friends were in love. She had no one. And yet, they couldn't even seem to admit that they were in love. For that, she despised them. They were being selfish, running from love, when she had no one to love for herself.
"Then lets do something guys! I'm sick of moping around all the time." David, fondly nicknamed Gordo, stood up. He was frustrated by the tension in the air. They were having the normal conversations that they had always had, but it wasn't the same this time. The rift that had been created between the three of them had created a hole in his heart. A hole that was slowly sucking him in. A black hole.
"Like what? What is there to do when it's raining?" Lizzie glared over at Gordo. His frustration and anxious behavior was putting her on edge and, frankly, pissing her off.
Gordo glared right back.
"I know!" Miranda exclaimed. She had seen the looks exchanged by her friends but chose to ignore it. "We used to go out and play in the rain. Lets do it, huh guys?" Miranda jumped up, a smile invading her face.
Lizzie sat up, a smile of her own tugging at her lips. "Yeah! We haven't done that in years." She liked the idea. It might bring spirits up and bring the bond back into place.
"Last time we did that, we all ended up with the flu and in bed for nearly a week." Gordo reminded, always the logical one of the three.
"But we had fun." Miranda looked at Gordo. "Come on Gordo, for old time sake?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was worth it then wasn't it?" Lizzie added in.
"Well, yeah. But..." Gordo was being stubborn.
"No buts' Gordo. Take a challenge for once." Miranda dared him.
"Well, ok." Gordo gave in. Standing up, he tugged on his shoes. The girls did the same and the three of them made their way to the door.
Door open, they hovered in the doorway with goofy grins painted on each face. They all glanced at each other and with war cries, ran out into the cold rain. Miranda and Lizzie squealed while Gordo just laughed. His arms held out at his sides as if he was an airplane. He ran circles around the two girls as they laughed with him, huddling together in the vacant street.
"No huddling guys. Be a man!" Gordo shouted as he beat on his chest, imitating Tarzan.
"Gordo, we are girls! Wake up in there!" Miranda laughed, knocking on Gordo's forehead.
"Well then, don't be wimps!" he challenged them. Reluctantly they pulled apart and took each others hands, dancing in the rain.
"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again! I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above. The sun's in my heart, and I'm ready for love." Gordo sang, doing a little dance to the rhythm in his head.
The girls laughed at him and took his hands. Making a circle, the three danced together as if they were ten again.
Twenty minutes later, three dripping wet, shivering teens stood in the hall. Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom, walked by and did a double take. The three laughed at her expression.
"Rain dancing again are we? You three got sick last time!" Jo tried to be firm but couldn't hide the smile. "I'll get you guys some towels to dry off." and with that she walked out of the room.
"That was fun." Gordo grinned. He couldn't remember having that much fun in a long time.
"And you didn't want to go out in the beginning." Miranda mock scolded him.
"Was it worth it?" Lizzie looked over at Gordo, still shivering.
"Always!" Gordo smiled at her. The old Lizzie was back. The Lizzie he loved. Sure, she was more confident now and still had memory problems from time to time, but for the most part, she was back.
Sunday came and went, and before they knew it, it was Monday again. After Lizzie's outburst, her parents had decided to keep her out of school again. Seeing that she was feeling better and was acting more and more like her old self, they gave into her pleas of her return. So here Lizzie was, standing at her locker about to go to lunch with Gordo.
After Spanish broke for lunch, Gordo had told Lizzie he had to go do something really quick and would meet her at her locker in five minutes. Lizzie looked at her watch, that was over ten minutes ago. Sighing she headed to the cafeteria to catch the last fifteen minutes of lunch. It wasn't like Gordo to stand anyone up.
Meanwhile, at the library, Gordo ran into someone. Literally.
"I'm sorry." Gordo said, noticing the broken camera on the floor. The girl, who was still sitting on the floor, had several facial piercings and bright red dreadlocks. Her exterior looked hard and mean. That's why Gordo was surprised when she started crying.
"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" Gordo offered his hand to the crying girl. At first she didn't take it, but softly whimpered and then took it. Brushing off her green poodle skirt and fixing her, now crooked, blue halter top; she sniffled and wiped at her face.
"It's ok. I've just been having a rough day. My camera is my life. A friend gave it to me." the girl said, looking down at the broken remains of all she had left from her childhood.
"I'm so sorry. You can have mine. It's not as nice as yours, but until I can save up some money..." Gordo started but was interrupted.
"It's ok. I have money. The name is Kit." Kit stuck out her hand, eye liner stained tears drying on her face.
"Gordo." he said, sticking his hand out to shake.
"So you film too?" she asked as she cleaned up her camera. She pulled the tape out. It was still intact. She looked relieved.
"Yeah. I want to be a director someday." Gordo smiled. Someone to talk to. Sure, she was a little weird, but maybe that was a good thing.
"Me too!" Kit exclaimed. Her first day here, and already it seemed like she was making a friend. A friend who shared a common interest. For that moment, her broken camera had been forgotten as they sat down at a table in the library together. Gordo had also forgotten about the reason he was there in the first place, and also about Lizzie.
"So, are you new around here?" Gordo asked, drumming his fingers on the table top. She laughed. She had the habit of drumming her fingers as well.
"Yeah, I'm from New York. This is my first day here, actually." she was obviously enjoying his company. He was different. Most guys just tried to get into her pants, which she hated with a passion. Not him though. He was talking to her like she was a human being. Maybe California wouldn't be hell after all. She didn't think so, but at least there was hope.
Soon, the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch.
"Damn it!" Gordo cursed, smacking himself in the head.
"What's wrong?" Kit asked, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"I just stood my best friend up for lunch." Gordo sighed, sinking into his chair.
"Ouch! Well, I'll see you around maybe?" she offered.
He smiled again. "Sure, I'd like that."
"It was nice meeting you. Don't worry about the camera." she informed him, standing up.
Gordo stood up as well. "It was nice meeting you too. See ya." and with that, Gordo turned around heading back to Spanish. He hoped Lizzie would forgive him.
Lizzie walked slowly back to Spanish class and sat, dejectedly, in her seat. Gordo had never stood her up before. She frowned at him when he walked into the class.
"Lizzie, I'm so sorry." Gordo took his seat beside her.
"Save it, Gordo." she said simply, hiding the emotions that threatened to spill over into her voice.
"No. Let me explain." Gordo pushed.
"This better be good." Lizzie made no effort to look at him. Afraid that the hurt would show in her eyes.
"I ran into this girl and broke her camera. She started crying. I had to make sure she was all right. Next thing I knew, we were talking about films and documentaries and it just totally slipped my mind. I didn't even return the book that I needed to. I'm really sorry, Lizzie. You know I wouldn't intentionally stand you up." he looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face.
Lizzie sighed. He was right. He never stood her up. His explanation was reasonable. "You're forgiven." She still hurt, but she couldn't stay mad at him.
Gordo put his hand over hers. It was the first time that any affectionate gesture had been given between the two of them since that fateful Tuesday. She smiled softly at him. Knowing he'd been forgiven, Gordo turned into his seat as Spanish started again.
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Guys.. I regret to inform you that I will be out of town for a week or so.. I'm going to visit a 'friend'. This may be one of those TMI situations but I'm going to tell you anyway. I have known this guy for going on 9 years now. Although, more mature since we are older, my relationship with this guy isn't too unlike Lizzie and Gordo from the show. He's one of my best friends. There is romantic tension but it never got in the way of our friendship.
The point is, a lot of what has happened between us over the years has influenced me. I think that is why I favor L/G pairings. A year ago my friend and I tried to take our friendship to the next level, however, he didn't know where his heart stood. Recently, he has shown an interest in me. I'm just hoping that everything works out.
Why I'm telling you this is not only because I won't be updating for a while, but also because whatever happens between me and this friend, could influence the story. Although I have a pretty good idea where I want to take this, there are some holes in the plot. Maybe I'll find the inspiration I need to fill in those holes.
P.S. I've already wrote a crucial part to the story. The climax of the story. Pretty weird huh? I like that part and I'm determined to work up to it. It's going to be pretty rocky when it hits and I hope you trust my judgement when you do read it.
Note: For all you writers out there, I decided to share some links that I have found really helpful for me. Maybe you can use them too.
http://www.spellcheck.net/ - lets you spell check up to 5000 characters at once.
http://www.dictionary.com/ - has a dictionary as well as a thesaurus (that's a tool to help find different words with same meanings).
http://www.rhymezone.com/ - not only helps you find rhymes, but is also a word database.
Have fun!
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Take It To The Limit
Chapter One: New Kid In Town
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"I hate the rain" Lizzie McGuire stated as she looked over at the window and then back to her two best friends. It was the Saturday after the dance and everything was different now. She had shared a kiss with her best guy friend, David Gordon, and now their friendship was strained. Neither one of them could deny the fact that they would always be friends no matter what happened between the two. It didn't, however, make anything easier.
"It's not like it rains all the time, Lizzie." Miranda Sanchez sat on the couch, her feet curled up underneath her, picking the peeling nail polish from it's surface. Her two best friends were in love. She had no one. And yet, they couldn't even seem to admit that they were in love. For that, she despised them. They were being selfish, running from love, when she had no one to love for herself.
"Then lets do something guys! I'm sick of moping around all the time." David, fondly nicknamed Gordo, stood up. He was frustrated by the tension in the air. They were having the normal conversations that they had always had, but it wasn't the same this time. The rift that had been created between the three of them had created a hole in his heart. A hole that was slowly sucking him in. A black hole.
"Like what? What is there to do when it's raining?" Lizzie glared over at Gordo. His frustration and anxious behavior was putting her on edge and, frankly, pissing her off.
Gordo glared right back.
"I know!" Miranda exclaimed. She had seen the looks exchanged by her friends but chose to ignore it. "We used to go out and play in the rain. Lets do it, huh guys?" Miranda jumped up, a smile invading her face.
Lizzie sat up, a smile of her own tugging at her lips. "Yeah! We haven't done that in years." She liked the idea. It might bring spirits up and bring the bond back into place.
"Last time we did that, we all ended up with the flu and in bed for nearly a week." Gordo reminded, always the logical one of the three.
"But we had fun." Miranda looked at Gordo. "Come on Gordo, for old time sake?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was worth it then wasn't it?" Lizzie added in.
"Well, yeah. But..." Gordo was being stubborn.
"No buts' Gordo. Take a challenge for once." Miranda dared him.
"Well, ok." Gordo gave in. Standing up, he tugged on his shoes. The girls did the same and the three of them made their way to the door.
Door open, they hovered in the doorway with goofy grins painted on each face. They all glanced at each other and with war cries, ran out into the cold rain. Miranda and Lizzie squealed while Gordo just laughed. His arms held out at his sides as if he was an airplane. He ran circles around the two girls as they laughed with him, huddling together in the vacant street.
"No huddling guys. Be a man!" Gordo shouted as he beat on his chest, imitating Tarzan.
"Gordo, we are girls! Wake up in there!" Miranda laughed, knocking on Gordo's forehead.
"Well then, don't be wimps!" he challenged them. Reluctantly they pulled apart and took each others hands, dancing in the rain.
"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again! I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above. The sun's in my heart, and I'm ready for love." Gordo sang, doing a little dance to the rhythm in his head.
The girls laughed at him and took his hands. Making a circle, the three danced together as if they were ten again.
Twenty minutes later, three dripping wet, shivering teens stood in the hall. Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom, walked by and did a double take. The three laughed at her expression.
"Rain dancing again are we? You three got sick last time!" Jo tried to be firm but couldn't hide the smile. "I'll get you guys some towels to dry off." and with that she walked out of the room.
"That was fun." Gordo grinned. He couldn't remember having that much fun in a long time.
"And you didn't want to go out in the beginning." Miranda mock scolded him.
"Was it worth it?" Lizzie looked over at Gordo, still shivering.
"Always!" Gordo smiled at her. The old Lizzie was back. The Lizzie he loved. Sure, she was more confident now and still had memory problems from time to time, but for the most part, she was back.
Sunday came and went, and before they knew it, it was Monday again. After Lizzie's outburst, her parents had decided to keep her out of school again. Seeing that she was feeling better and was acting more and more like her old self, they gave into her pleas of her return. So here Lizzie was, standing at her locker about to go to lunch with Gordo.
After Spanish broke for lunch, Gordo had told Lizzie he had to go do something really quick and would meet her at her locker in five minutes. Lizzie looked at her watch, that was over ten minutes ago. Sighing she headed to the cafeteria to catch the last fifteen minutes of lunch. It wasn't like Gordo to stand anyone up.
Meanwhile, at the library, Gordo ran into someone. Literally.
"I'm sorry." Gordo said, noticing the broken camera on the floor. The girl, who was still sitting on the floor, had several facial piercings and bright red dreadlocks. Her exterior looked hard and mean. That's why Gordo was surprised when she started crying.
"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" Gordo offered his hand to the crying girl. At first she didn't take it, but softly whimpered and then took it. Brushing off her green poodle skirt and fixing her, now crooked, blue halter top; she sniffled and wiped at her face.
"It's ok. I've just been having a rough day. My camera is my life. A friend gave it to me." the girl said, looking down at the broken remains of all she had left from her childhood.
"I'm so sorry. You can have mine. It's not as nice as yours, but until I can save up some money..." Gordo started but was interrupted.
"It's ok. I have money. The name is Kit." Kit stuck out her hand, eye liner stained tears drying on her face.
"Gordo." he said, sticking his hand out to shake.
"So you film too?" she asked as she cleaned up her camera. She pulled the tape out. It was still intact. She looked relieved.
"Yeah. I want to be a director someday." Gordo smiled. Someone to talk to. Sure, she was a little weird, but maybe that was a good thing.
"Me too!" Kit exclaimed. Her first day here, and already it seemed like she was making a friend. A friend who shared a common interest. For that moment, her broken camera had been forgotten as they sat down at a table in the library together. Gordo had also forgotten about the reason he was there in the first place, and also about Lizzie.
"So, are you new around here?" Gordo asked, drumming his fingers on the table top. She laughed. She had the habit of drumming her fingers as well.
"Yeah, I'm from New York. This is my first day here, actually." she was obviously enjoying his company. He was different. Most guys just tried to get into her pants, which she hated with a passion. Not him though. He was talking to her like she was a human being. Maybe California wouldn't be hell after all. She didn't think so, but at least there was hope.
Soon, the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch.
"Damn it!" Gordo cursed, smacking himself in the head.
"What's wrong?" Kit asked, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"I just stood my best friend up for lunch." Gordo sighed, sinking into his chair.
"Ouch! Well, I'll see you around maybe?" she offered.
He smiled again. "Sure, I'd like that."
"It was nice meeting you. Don't worry about the camera." she informed him, standing up.
Gordo stood up as well. "It was nice meeting you too. See ya." and with that, Gordo turned around heading back to Spanish. He hoped Lizzie would forgive him.
Lizzie walked slowly back to Spanish class and sat, dejectedly, in her seat. Gordo had never stood her up before. She frowned at him when he walked into the class.
"Lizzie, I'm so sorry." Gordo took his seat beside her.
"Save it, Gordo." she said simply, hiding the emotions that threatened to spill over into her voice.
"No. Let me explain." Gordo pushed.
"This better be good." Lizzie made no effort to look at him. Afraid that the hurt would show in her eyes.
"I ran into this girl and broke her camera. She started crying. I had to make sure she was all right. Next thing I knew, we were talking about films and documentaries and it just totally slipped my mind. I didn't even return the book that I needed to. I'm really sorry, Lizzie. You know I wouldn't intentionally stand you up." he looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face.
Lizzie sighed. He was right. He never stood her up. His explanation was reasonable. "You're forgiven." She still hurt, but she couldn't stay mad at him.
Gordo put his hand over hers. It was the first time that any affectionate gesture had been given between the two of them since that fateful Tuesday. She smiled softly at him. Knowing he'd been forgiven, Gordo turned into his seat as Spanish started again.
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Guys.. I regret to inform you that I will be out of town for a week or so.. I'm going to visit a 'friend'. This may be one of those TMI situations but I'm going to tell you anyway. I have known this guy for going on 9 years now. Although, more mature since we are older, my relationship with this guy isn't too unlike Lizzie and Gordo from the show. He's one of my best friends. There is romantic tension but it never got in the way of our friendship.
The point is, a lot of what has happened between us over the years has influenced me. I think that is why I favor L/G pairings. A year ago my friend and I tried to take our friendship to the next level, however, he didn't know where his heart stood. Recently, he has shown an interest in me. I'm just hoping that everything works out.
Why I'm telling you this is not only because I won't be updating for a while, but also because whatever happens between me and this friend, could influence the story. Although I have a pretty good idea where I want to take this, there are some holes in the plot. Maybe I'll find the inspiration I need to fill in those holes.
P.S. I've already wrote a crucial part to the story. The climax of the story. Pretty weird huh? I like that part and I'm determined to work up to it. It's going to be pretty rocky when it hits and I hope you trust my judgement when you do read it.