Disclaimer: I ran out of creative things to say here to keep you mildly entertained in this grim section. Too bad. I don't own Lizzie and others. Yeah. So there.
Forward: Alright back and ready to go. How abouts if I just warm up here... No animated Lizzie this time, sorry. I'm just warming up here.
Setting: I dunno man, use your imagination. You don't want to? Okay, then here: few weeks after 'Dreaming On' I guess. This is sorta chapter 2 to that one anyhow.
"So why do you like him?" Miranda inquired.
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
It was after day one of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen.
Dreaming On, Chapter 2
Coke Mixed With Lemonade
by Twin Signal
It was just another dull day in school. First period, as usual, was English. Lizzie quickly rushed past everyone who was equally as grum as her because it was the first period of the day.
Not that the class was bad. The teacher was great, Mrs. Cross. Nice lady, nobody could hate her. She had an aura of pleasantness around her and she smiled. A lot. Nobody hated Mrs. Cross. But everybody hated the class. Because it was the first period of the day. Not that the class was bad.
Instead of starting the class with her usual smile and handing out today's assignments, Mrs. Cross started her class with her usual smile and announced that there was a new student coming in.
And he walked in and faced the class in certain nervous rigidity. Mrs. Cross, smiling, asked that he introduce himself to the class.
"Hello, I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin." he said with some unusual rhythm to it. It bounced. Perhaps because it was because the sentence had rhymed. He might have practiced saying it too, because not only was it an usual rhythm, it was without any stumble, it flowed.
Lizzie found herself repeating those words over and over in her head then out loud, quietly. "I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin." she muttered during lunch.
Gordo asked her what she muttered about.
"I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin."
He was indeed an attractive looking fellow - all neat and tidy. Dressed well in all them 'current' clothes. His hair was brown. People have mistaken him for a blonde, for his hair did indeed mimic a golden color out in the golden sun. But then again, it wasn't just his hair color that made people mistake him for a blonde. He was dumb, yes. Inside, intellectually insufficient. Though outside, he was just another guy. Nobody would've guessed that he was a dull sort, because he acted orderly. It was only when he was questioned he gave out dumb answers from within him. But outside, he was just another guy.
"I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin."
"Stop saying that!" Miranda gave way to anger only after 3 minutes of Lizzie blabbing those words on and on. "Yeah I see that he's hot and all but instead of just blabbing on and on about his cute little introduction poem, why not just go over and ask him out?"
So Lizzie went over to him, sitting lonely over at the corner because he was new, and said to him:
"Hello. I'm Lizzie McGuire; I'm from... Here." Not as smoothly and not as practiced but it did well for what it was worth. They clicked on the outside.
"So why do you like him?" Miranda inquired.
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
It was after day one of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen.
The day had gone well. They sat at lunch together and watched each other eat. Shared a few cafeteria foods. Cafeteria foods aren't really edible, but they really didn't care. Basically they sat at lunch together and watched each other.
"You aren't falling for another guy that just looks good outside but isn't so bright on the inside are you?"
"His name is Vince Jensen..." Lizzie said dreamily, "and he's from Wisconsin."
It went like that for a few more days. One day, five days later, on saturday; fifth day of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen, she was out with her friends Gordo and Miranda. She wasn't out with Vince because saturday was when she spent her time with her friends. She wanted to go out with Vince, but it was Saturday. They went to the mall.
"Hey I gotta go to the bathroom real quick alright?" Miranda quickly said and disappeared.
So Lizzie and Gordo talked while they waited. Gordo talked and Lizzie replied.
"You know what I drank the other day?" Gordo said, in a half-excited matter.
"What?" Lizzie replied.
"Coke mixed with lemonade."
"Ew! Gross! Why?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"No, I mean why did you mix a coke with a lemonade?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"Huh? You like Coke with lemon?"
"I guess it was okay."
"Huh? That was the first time?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did you mix a coke with a lemonade?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"Why didn't you just drink a coke or a lemonade?"
"I don't know. I wanted something new I guess."
"But why something so gross like that?"
"It was okay, actually."
Then the conversation stopped. Miranda rejoined the party and they marched back on.
They really didn't do anything that day.
It was sunday. It would be the sixth day of Lizzie going out with Vince but they didn't go out saturday. So technically it was only the fifth.
"Happy one week anniversary." Vince said, looking rather dull. He had come over to Lizzie's house.
"Well where do you want to go out?" Lizzie said to him.
"Nowhere."
"Well what do you want to do here?"
"Nothing."
"Well..."
"Lizzie."
"Yes?"
"I saw you at the mall saturday talking to some other guy. This is over."
And it was over, just like that. Lizzie sat there frozen, unable to give him an explanation. He quickly bolted out. She sat lonely in her room. She started sobbing. To reject her so simply and without inquiring deeply what the situation really was about! How selfish! How un-thoughtful! How dull! She then thrashed about her room. She would've broken some things, but she was in her room and it would've been her things she would've broken, so she didn't break anything.
Lizzie started to like her first period english class. Mrs. Cross was a very nice person. The subject was fun. The lessons were deep. She leaned back from her desk and discussed with Gordo of things; of coke mixed with lemonade.
"So was it really good?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I should try it?"
"I thought you found it gross."
"Never tried it."
"Then how did you know that it is gross?"
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
The End
Wow! What symbolism! And what funny and witty title! But of course that's just me. Can you see the symbolism by any chance? I tried. Sort of. And I couldn't think up of any witty title for this one so I just took it out from the middle of the story. Because you know, it's 3 am so I'm a bit shaky and tired. Warm-up's over. I'm goin to bed. I'll wrap up a meaningful fanfic later.
Forward: Alright back and ready to go. How abouts if I just warm up here... No animated Lizzie this time, sorry. I'm just warming up here.
Setting: I dunno man, use your imagination. You don't want to? Okay, then here: few weeks after 'Dreaming On' I guess. This is sorta chapter 2 to that one anyhow.
"So why do you like him?" Miranda inquired.
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
It was after day one of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen.
Dreaming On, Chapter 2
Coke Mixed With Lemonade
by Twin Signal
It was just another dull day in school. First period, as usual, was English. Lizzie quickly rushed past everyone who was equally as grum as her because it was the first period of the day.
Not that the class was bad. The teacher was great, Mrs. Cross. Nice lady, nobody could hate her. She had an aura of pleasantness around her and she smiled. A lot. Nobody hated Mrs. Cross. But everybody hated the class. Because it was the first period of the day. Not that the class was bad.
Instead of starting the class with her usual smile and handing out today's assignments, Mrs. Cross started her class with her usual smile and announced that there was a new student coming in.
And he walked in and faced the class in certain nervous rigidity. Mrs. Cross, smiling, asked that he introduce himself to the class.
"Hello, I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin." he said with some unusual rhythm to it. It bounced. Perhaps because it was because the sentence had rhymed. He might have practiced saying it too, because not only was it an usual rhythm, it was without any stumble, it flowed.
Lizzie found herself repeating those words over and over in her head then out loud, quietly. "I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin." she muttered during lunch.
Gordo asked her what she muttered about.
"I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin."
He was indeed an attractive looking fellow - all neat and tidy. Dressed well in all them 'current' clothes. His hair was brown. People have mistaken him for a blonde, for his hair did indeed mimic a golden color out in the golden sun. But then again, it wasn't just his hair color that made people mistake him for a blonde. He was dumb, yes. Inside, intellectually insufficient. Though outside, he was just another guy. Nobody would've guessed that he was a dull sort, because he acted orderly. It was only when he was questioned he gave out dumb answers from within him. But outside, he was just another guy.
"I'm Vince Jensen; I'm from Wisconsin."
"Stop saying that!" Miranda gave way to anger only after 3 minutes of Lizzie blabbing those words on and on. "Yeah I see that he's hot and all but instead of just blabbing on and on about his cute little introduction poem, why not just go over and ask him out?"
So Lizzie went over to him, sitting lonely over at the corner because he was new, and said to him:
"Hello. I'm Lizzie McGuire; I'm from... Here." Not as smoothly and not as practiced but it did well for what it was worth. They clicked on the outside.
"So why do you like him?" Miranda inquired.
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
It was after day one of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen.
The day had gone well. They sat at lunch together and watched each other eat. Shared a few cafeteria foods. Cafeteria foods aren't really edible, but they really didn't care. Basically they sat at lunch together and watched each other.
"You aren't falling for another guy that just looks good outside but isn't so bright on the inside are you?"
"His name is Vince Jensen..." Lizzie said dreamily, "and he's from Wisconsin."
It went like that for a few more days. One day, five days later, on saturday; fifth day of Lizzie going out with Vince Jensen, she was out with her friends Gordo and Miranda. She wasn't out with Vince because saturday was when she spent her time with her friends. She wanted to go out with Vince, but it was Saturday. They went to the mall.
"Hey I gotta go to the bathroom real quick alright?" Miranda quickly said and disappeared.
So Lizzie and Gordo talked while they waited. Gordo talked and Lizzie replied.
"You know what I drank the other day?" Gordo said, in a half-excited matter.
"What?" Lizzie replied.
"Coke mixed with lemonade."
"Ew! Gross! Why?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"No, I mean why did you mix a coke with a lemonade?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"Huh? You like Coke with lemon?"
"I guess it was okay."
"Huh? That was the first time?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did you mix a coke with a lemonade?"
"Because I was thirsty."
"Why didn't you just drink a coke or a lemonade?"
"I don't know. I wanted something new I guess."
"But why something so gross like that?"
"It was okay, actually."
Then the conversation stopped. Miranda rejoined the party and they marched back on.
They really didn't do anything that day.
It was sunday. It would be the sixth day of Lizzie going out with Vince but they didn't go out saturday. So technically it was only the fifth.
"Happy one week anniversary." Vince said, looking rather dull. He had come over to Lizzie's house.
"Well where do you want to go out?" Lizzie said to him.
"Nowhere."
"Well what do you want to do here?"
"Nothing."
"Well..."
"Lizzie."
"Yes?"
"I saw you at the mall saturday talking to some other guy. This is over."
And it was over, just like that. Lizzie sat there frozen, unable to give him an explanation. He quickly bolted out. She sat lonely in her room. She started sobbing. To reject her so simply and without inquiring deeply what the situation really was about! How selfish! How un-thoughtful! How dull! She then thrashed about her room. She would've broken some things, but she was in her room and it would've been her things she would've broken, so she didn't break anything.
Lizzie started to like her first period english class. Mrs. Cross was a very nice person. The subject was fun. The lessons were deep. She leaned back from her desk and discussed with Gordo of things; of coke mixed with lemonade.
"So was it really good?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I should try it?"
"I thought you found it gross."
"Never tried it."
"Then how did you know that it is gross?"
Lizzie only gave it a brief thought, as if she was prepared. Though the answer she gave was rather un-thought out. Or perhaps she did know better, and she wished to keep the answer simple. "I don't know; just because." She said.
The End
Wow! What symbolism! And what funny and witty title! But of course that's just me. Can you see the symbolism by any chance? I tried. Sort of. And I couldn't think up of any witty title for this one so I just took it out from the middle of the story. Because you know, it's 3 am so I'm a bit shaky and tired. Warm-up's over. I'm goin to bed. I'll wrap up a meaningful fanfic later.