A/N – Yes! An update! After... two weeks! -hides from angry reviewers- Once again, thank you for your wonderful reviews. Keep them coming (oh, alright... pwease?)! Oh, and my friend asked me what's the deal with Miranda being Andie, well... Miranda = Randa = Randie = Andie. Heh, okie? Enjoy!
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Title – Breaking Out
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst
Rating – PG-13
Main Pairings – Gordo/Lizzie, Miranda/? (I'm still not sure where it should go, but I'm leaning towards Matt? Suggestions appreciated.)
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of Lizzie McGuire. I'm only borrowing them for my (and your) entertainment. I hope you enjoy. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the series are entirely mine.
Summery – Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are now in high school, but everything's changed. The three of them have grown apart, leaving only memories of the past. In high school, where social status means LIFE, the trio have been 'categorized' into different groups. Can they break the bounds of stereotype and rekindle their own friendship? Can love become of this?
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Breaking Out
Crushes
It was a Sunday morning and Miranda was staring dully at the homework in front of her. It was English Lit and it was to be handed in by tomorrow. She was supposed to read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' for this semester but she hadn't even flipped through the pages yet. Turning the book to the first page, she tried to make her mind function. She groaned when she came to the fourth page, she was already bored. How could anyone read this junk? She flung herself on the bed. Things were serious now. The first examination of the term was only a month away and frankly, Miranda wasn't sure if she'll be able to ace it like she always had before. Suddenly, her hand touched something on her besides drawer. She twisted around and reached out for it, smiling. Literature Study Notes. Ingenious. She could just make a few edits here and there and nobody'll know the difference. She'll still be able to manage to scrap an A- for this paper. Not bad.
With a start, Miranda got to work.
"Miranda? What are you doing?"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "It's called WATCHING TV, mom," she said sarcastically. Mrs. Sanchez chose to ignore it. "How about your homework? Have you done it yet?" she asked, leaning over the couch. "Yes, mom," said Miranda. Mrs. Sanchez smiled. "Well, it's good to see you doing your homework. I'm glad that you don't need any help with it. Most children have such a hard time," she said, bending down to give her daughter a quick peck on the cheek.
When Miranda's mom had left the room, the Hispanic girl couldn't help feeling a bit disgusted with herself. But the other side of her thought it was cool. So what if she used study notes? It'll still make her learn in the end, right? It wasn't like it was a big test or something. Yeah, it was all good.
The phone rang then and Miranda leaped for the phone before her parents could get to it. "Hello? Sanchez residence," she said, habit taking over.
"Hey, Andie? That you?" Miranda instantly knew that it was Jodi. "Yeah, what's up?" she asked, twisting the phone chord around her finger. She could hear Jodi sighing in the background. "It's Literature. I'm dying, I tell you, DYING! Who cares about Jem and what's-his-name anyway?" she complained. Miranda inspected her nails, pleased to find that the black nail polish wasn't chipped. "Sooo...?" she prompted, not getting the point. "SO!?" Jodi shrieked, "SO!? You've got to help me! It's due tomorrow! Have you finished it yet?"
"Well, yeah, just did," replied Miranda, having to pull the phone away from her ear to avoid being deafened. "Oh good! Do you think we could meet at the Digital Bean and I could use your paper as a guideline? Changing facts and stuff in some places, though. Remember, I let you copy my map for Geography last time, so you owe me," came the pleading tone.
The dark-haired girl agreed right away. "Okay, let's meet there around noon?" she suggested. Jodi heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you Andie! You're such a good friend!"
Miranda put down the phone. It was a few hours until 12, she'd better go clean her room before her mother began nagging her about it.
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"Lizzie? Isn't it time you got off the phone?" called Jo McGuire from the kitchen. Lizzie could smell the delicious whiff of lasagna cooking in the oven.
"Wait a minute mom! Just for a few more seconds," she called out. Jo rolled her eyes at her husband. "You know, that means she'll be off in half-an-hour," she said, dryly. Matt, also in the kitchen, snorted. True enough, after nearly a half hour's time, Lizzie came into the room.
"Finally!" exclaimed Matt, "I'm starving!"
"You're always starving, worm. It doesn't make much of a difference,"
"Freak!"
"Baby!"
"Buffoon!"
"Dodo brain!"
As insults flew around the table, Sam calmly reached for the pepper while Jo tried to stop the ensuing battle with her two kids.
"Lizzie, stop calling your brother names!"
"Cockroach!"
"Matt, stop attacking your sister with peas!"
"Grasshopper!"
Sam vaguely wondered if this chatter about insects would ruin his appetite.
After lunch, Lizzie was 'this' close to beating Matt into a bloody pulp. She washed the dishes as fast as she could so she could escape to the haven of her room. No such luck.
"Lizzie?"
And there was Matt, all innocent-looking and wide-eyed in a look that his family had taken to calling as the 'Devil in Disguise' look. "What is it?" asked his sister, sighing a bit. "Em, do you... eh... knorienamum?" he rushed out. Blank. "Huh? Matt, speak English," snapped Lizzie, having no clue whatsoever what Matt just said. Her little brother (well, not so little anymore, he was almost up to Lizzie's height) shifted his feet. "I said, do you have Brianna's number? I lost it," he replied, having the guts to look annoyed.
The question was left lingering in the air before Lizzie almost dropped the plate she was holding in fury and shock. "Matt! You're over her, okay! Stop stalking my best friends! You're embarrassing me! You'd probably say that you have a crush on-on Miranda or something!"
Matt's cheeks flushed a deep crimson and this time, Lizzie DID drop the plate in shock. With a deep 'clang', it fell against the sink. Much to both their relief, the plate remained unscratched. "You have a crush on MIRANDA!?" Lizzie nearly shrieked. Matt blushed even harder. "Had-had a crush," he mumbled. "Why didn't I know about this? Did Miranda know?" she asked, and dropped her jaw when Matt sheepishly nodded.
Oh my gosh...
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Gordo was over at Larry Trudgeman's house. They were both crowded around his computer, blasting evil bats that were set on conquering Earth. Gordo was often around Larry's house nowadays, it almost seemed like it had substituted Lizzie's.
"Darn!"
The bloody-sucking bats had triumphed over the two of them and both boys were staring at the screen dejectedly, watching the gory ending play out. "I give up!" whined Larry, fidgeting with his disgusting shirt. Gordo wondered if Larry had a whole wardrobe of those shirts, ranging from teeny-tot to big bad-ass sizes. He never checked, though, for it would be too freaky if he was right. Larry scavenged his CD rack before surfacing with another game and holding it up to Gordo's nose. "Ghost Masters?" asked Gordo, eyebrow arched. The other boy nodded then loaded the game. Gordo thought the game was pretty good, scaring normal people out of their wits was definitely a plus. While they were busy freeing a ghost from a vacuum cleaner (weird, Gordo thought), Larry spoke up.
"Hey, what's up with you, Lizzie and Miranda?"
Gordo could have kicked the taller boy for Larry's oh-so-subtle remark. "Nothing," was all he could say. Larry looked up from the game. "Yeah? Doesn't look like nothing. Well, no, it probably is nothing since you guys aren't even speaking to each other anymore," he said, laughing.
"You make us seem like we're fighting..."
"Aren't you?"
"No..."
"Then?"
The curly haired boy frowned. "I guess we just... drifted apart," he said simply, not wanting to encourage the conversation further.
"Wow, too bad. What with your crush on Lizzie and all..."
Gordo froze. "Wh-What did you say?" he stammered out. Larry rolled his eyes and cackled evilly when a person in the computer game went insane. "Well, it's really obvious. You guys did kiss," Larry reasoned. "It was a one time thing," he muttered, shaking his head. Squinting an eye at him, Larry paused the game. "Yeah, if you say so," he said, looking at Gordo pointedly. The other boy shrugged off the uncomfortable gaze his friend was dishing out so generously. Sensing his discomfort, Larry stopped interrogating his friend.
"Come on, let's attack some simulated butt!" he said, unpausing the game. Both of them were too involved in the game to think of anything other than scaring puny simulated people.
It was only just a one-time thing. But if so, why do I feel so weird?
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A/N - Yay! -gives herself cookie- My fingers don't hurt! Whew. Pleasepleaseplease review! It keeps the story going thanks to your wonderful encouragement.
Kawaii Kinomoto
