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A/N: I'm sorry it has taken so long to update. I really am. But, I'm back! For now, I'm working on this one, and another Lizzie McGuire one. Then, I'll try to tackle my HP story. Please, read and review. Italics are flashbacks.
Lizzie McGuire splashed in a puddle, though it was mostly mud. She smiled at her mom, Jo McGuire, who held Lizzie's brother Matt in her arms. "Lizzie, come on in out of the rain, it's time to go!"
"Mommy! I want to play!"
"Elizabeth Brooke-"
"Oh, all right!"
Lizzie tramped inside the McGuire household, dripping water all over the carpet. She plopped down on the couch, still soaking wet.
"Lizzie, get up!"
Lizzie jumped up, and trudged upstairs to change into dry clothes. She came back down, and once more sat on the couch. Matt crawled over from his playpen, and went to Lizzie.
"Up," he said. Lizzie smiled and picked up her little brother. Matt was three years old, and a very cute baby, Lizzie thought. She loved her little brother. They would go outside to play as often as they could, except when Lizzie was with Miranda or Gordo, her best friends.
"Lizzie, Matt. It's time to go," said their mom.
"C'mon, Matt, let's go," whispered Lizzie to Matt.
Lizzie's mom sat in the pew, crying as she watched the pallbearers walk slowly out of the Church, carrying Miranda's casket out. Next to her sat Sam, who was wearing a black suit, with a very moist tie pushed against his eyes. When the funeral was over, they slowly walked out of the church, towards their car.
"Sam?" Jo asked.
"Yeah, honey?"
"Do you think we should go to the Hospital and see David?"
"I suppose. You know, He and Lizzie would both have wanted to be here today…" His voice trailed off, as they turned out of the parking lot and drove towards downtown Hill Ridge.
"Sam!" Mrs. McGuire exclaimed.
"What?" her husband yelled as he swerved off the road. .
"I… I was thinking… Shouldn't we get Matt? I mean, he would want to see Lizzie, even if he acted like he hated her. I know he wants to see David."
"Yes, I think we should. If you'll call him, and ask him to be ready when we get to the house, it will go faster."
"Alright."
"Stay out of my life!"
With that simple phrase, the lives of Lizzie and Matt had become interchangeable, even if only for one day. Or had it only been a dream? Regardless of whether it was real or a dream, it was Lizzie and Matt together, acting normal for once, rather than hating each other.
They had each gone to school after both trying to play sick. It hadn't worked, it never worked. So, at school, they had learned more about each other. And for a little while, they didn't feel like killing each other.
Brinnnggggg! The telephone rang. Matt, shocked, flipped the sound on the TV off. He grabbed the telephone.
"Hello?"
"Matt? We're going to the Hospital. Be ready in about five minutes."
"What are we going there for?" Matt grumbled.
"Matthew William McGuire, we are going to see-"
"Yes ma'am."