Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie. So there.
Forward: I'm off the writer's block and alive and kicking! Though I still can't find any more witty things to write about here... WTF is with my reviews, though? I guess nobody's reading this, which really is not a surprise. But you know, I like writing so I'll keep doing it, screw it if it never gets read. I like writing and that's what I'll do. Maybe I'll shoot for the highest review to chapter ratio ever. Yeah that'll be neat. Actually that'll be kind of sad.
Setting: After the previous chapter, before the next chapter.
"Dumped your first date just like that, you must be crazy." Miranda reflects on the event that happened few weeks ago as she flaps a picture of Vince Jensen, Lizzie's past date.
She sagely responds "Yeah well he was no good. Always jumping to conclusions, and didn't like me for the right reasons. Not that I can blame him. I was doing the same to him I guess." she kindly slides to Miranda a trash bin, where Miranda quickly disposes the picture.
"But still. It must be nice having a boyfriend."
"It's overrated."
"Sheesh."
Dreaming On, Chapter 4
Truesight
by Twin Signal
It has been a month since Lizzie and Vince broke up. Vince broke up with 4 girls since that time. Yet he was still the popular new kid in town.
"I don't believe this," Miranda conversed with the gang over the lunch table, "after he tosses Lizzie around he goes around and tosses all those other girls just like her too. And he keeps on doing it. They let him keep on doing it."
"Well," Gordo wisely responds, "that's just the way it works. Popularity." he sighs a bit with the last word.
"Lizzie, are you awake?" Miranda says, waving her hand in front of Lizzie's face. "Hey, Vince's checking you out again. The nerve."
"He's glaring at me." she replies.
"Now he's over with you and has had four more after you he still remembers you and hates you with a passion?"
"That's just the way he is."
Next day at lunch Lizzie and Gordo couldn't find Miranda anywhere. They scouted the entirety of the lunch benches in hopes of finding the lost girl.
"Where could she be?" Lizzie asks.
"I don't know." Gordo responds.
Lizzie looked around sharply for any signs of her friend within the pile of people that crowded her view. She looked at everyone and saw through everyone.
"There she is." Lizzie shares her discovery.
"And she's with Vince."
"What could she be doing with him?"
"I don't know."
In the classes after lunch they tried to talk to her but couldn't. The teacher was loud and were trying to teach. They didn't want to listen but were forced to. On top of that Miranda seemed out of it too much to carry on a conversation, much less notice that Lizzie and Gordo were seeking to have a conversation with her. After class, she just disappeared before Lizzie and Gordo were able to track her.
Once again that afternoon Lizzie and Gordo couldn't find Miranda anywhere. They scouted the entirety of the afternoon crowds in hopes of finding the lost girl. Lizzie looked around sharply for any signs of her friend within the pile of people that crowded her view. She looked at everyone and saw through everyone. But they couldn't find her. They waited for a while, but figured that they can just call her later, so they started to walk back towards home.
Fate however decided that it would be too easy a solution if they were to just reach her on the phone. Miranda wasn't home for the afternoon. The whole afternoon. They thought of giving up, and almost retired, in fact Gordo did retire, just because it was time to eat and he had to leave. But Lizzie stuck it up for a few more minutes in hope of reaching her. She did, an hour later.
"Hey Miranda didn't see you at lunch or on the way back today, where were you?"
"Oh I was around... I was... Over there."
"Over there with Vince. What were you doing over there with Vince?"
"Oh we were... He was..."
Miranda's stumble of words and a silence that followed did more talk to Lizzie. "He didn't... Ask you out did he?"
Another line of silence, but Lizzie understood every second of it, and replied, "After all that talk about him, did you say yes to him?"
This time the phone clicked. Lizzie understood that too.
So Tuesday began for Lizzie and Gordo the next day, without Miranda. She was with Vince, so she wasn't with Lizzie and Gordo.
"I don't get it," Gordo ponders, "no offense to Miranda or anything, but I thought Vince wouldn't like a girl like her. Ever since he was off with you and gained popularity, he's gone out with the girls of the same status. Miranda really doesn't fall into his category."
"Neither do I. But the same thing's going to happen to her that happened to every other girl that was with Vince. A week. From yesterday, then it's over."
Lizzie and Gordo watched Miranda worriedly. She was wih Vince, so she didn't look back.
They sought Miranda for the next two days, but she couldn't be reached. Even if they did, they hadn't a clue what they'd say to her. Also they were afraid of hurting her. Lizzie looked sharply into what solution she could gather for her friend. She invaded Miranda's home thursday and said to her simply, "He's gonna dump you soon."
Miranda glared at Lizzie and said in retaliation, "He won't."
"Why wouldn't he? What makes you think he's different with you from everyone else?"
"Because he says he loves me."
Lizzie repeated again, this time in a keenly hushed voice, "What makes you think he's different with you from everyone else?"
Miranda kept her glare at Lizzie and said nothing. Seconds later a teardrop overcame her eyes and they started down her face.
"Miranda..."
She sobbed, "You know how much I trust him just because he said those words? He said those words to me. And he meant it. I know it."
"Miranda..."
"Get out."
Lizzie cornered Vince into a corner of the room next day at her first period English class.
"What do you want?" he said, grinning, as though he is anticipating her answer.
"You know what I want to know." she said, anticipating that he was anticipating what she wanted.
"No, I don't." he lies.
"About Miranda." she says what he already knew.
"What about her?"
"Are you going to dump her like everyone else you've dated for a week?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah? Yeah?! Not even a maybe? You know you're going to break up with her like everyone else? Why?! Why Miranda?!"
"Because she's your friend."
"What?!"
"Look, Lizzie, the only reason I'm going out with her to dump her is so I can have my revenge on you."
"A revenge?! On me?! What did I do?!"
"I thought we would go on for more than a week, Lizzie, but you ruined it. You were talking to Gordo that day at the mall. In fact now I know you talk to Gordo a lot. More than you talked to me. I'm not gonna take any of that shit."
"What?!" Lizzie screamed, and lunged her hand for a strike, but it was halted by Vince's. She found herself powerless in her arm until he let go of it. He snickered a little.
"Learn from this, bitch."
"You doggamn control freak!"
"Is that all you can say?" He snickered, and walked out of the corner. When Lizzie turned to face his back he saw he was still walking, with his middle finger in the air.
That night Lizzie cried, agonizing that she wasn't able to do anything for Miranda. The next day Miranda cried, agonizing that it has all been a lie, that she was dumped, and didn't listen to Lizzie, her friend. The next day Lizzie and Miranda got together and cried together. When they had wiped their tears, they were better friends and could see better.
The next day, observing Vince and people surrounding him from afar with their tear-washed eyes, Lizzie and Miranda saw through them, and saw that they were empty.
The End
Maybe I'm whining too much about this review thing... I suppose lots of other fanfics have gone by without much reviews, eh? C'mon, though, just say anything. Even if you actually haven't read the whole chapter (though you won't be reading this if you didn't read the chapter most likely), just drop me a line, a word, a letter, a period, anything. Express your hatred towards me. I can take it. Dang this whole review thing gets emotional. I guess that's why everybody wants em. Wonder what happens when people do give reviews, but don't read a sentence of the story? Would everybody be happy? I dunno.
Forward: I'm off the writer's block and alive and kicking! Though I still can't find any more witty things to write about here... WTF is with my reviews, though? I guess nobody's reading this, which really is not a surprise. But you know, I like writing so I'll keep doing it, screw it if it never gets read. I like writing and that's what I'll do. Maybe I'll shoot for the highest review to chapter ratio ever. Yeah that'll be neat. Actually that'll be kind of sad.
Setting: After the previous chapter, before the next chapter.
"Dumped your first date just like that, you must be crazy." Miranda reflects on the event that happened few weeks ago as she flaps a picture of Vince Jensen, Lizzie's past date.
She sagely responds "Yeah well he was no good. Always jumping to conclusions, and didn't like me for the right reasons. Not that I can blame him. I was doing the same to him I guess." she kindly slides to Miranda a trash bin, where Miranda quickly disposes the picture.
"But still. It must be nice having a boyfriend."
"It's overrated."
"Sheesh."
Dreaming On, Chapter 4
Truesight
by Twin Signal
It has been a month since Lizzie and Vince broke up. Vince broke up with 4 girls since that time. Yet he was still the popular new kid in town.
"I don't believe this," Miranda conversed with the gang over the lunch table, "after he tosses Lizzie around he goes around and tosses all those other girls just like her too. And he keeps on doing it. They let him keep on doing it."
"Well," Gordo wisely responds, "that's just the way it works. Popularity." he sighs a bit with the last word.
"Lizzie, are you awake?" Miranda says, waving her hand in front of Lizzie's face. "Hey, Vince's checking you out again. The nerve."
"He's glaring at me." she replies.
"Now he's over with you and has had four more after you he still remembers you and hates you with a passion?"
"That's just the way he is."
Next day at lunch Lizzie and Gordo couldn't find Miranda anywhere. They scouted the entirety of the lunch benches in hopes of finding the lost girl.
"Where could she be?" Lizzie asks.
"I don't know." Gordo responds.
Lizzie looked around sharply for any signs of her friend within the pile of people that crowded her view. She looked at everyone and saw through everyone.
"There she is." Lizzie shares her discovery.
"And she's with Vince."
"What could she be doing with him?"
"I don't know."
In the classes after lunch they tried to talk to her but couldn't. The teacher was loud and were trying to teach. They didn't want to listen but were forced to. On top of that Miranda seemed out of it too much to carry on a conversation, much less notice that Lizzie and Gordo were seeking to have a conversation with her. After class, she just disappeared before Lizzie and Gordo were able to track her.
Once again that afternoon Lizzie and Gordo couldn't find Miranda anywhere. They scouted the entirety of the afternoon crowds in hopes of finding the lost girl. Lizzie looked around sharply for any signs of her friend within the pile of people that crowded her view. She looked at everyone and saw through everyone. But they couldn't find her. They waited for a while, but figured that they can just call her later, so they started to walk back towards home.
Fate however decided that it would be too easy a solution if they were to just reach her on the phone. Miranda wasn't home for the afternoon. The whole afternoon. They thought of giving up, and almost retired, in fact Gordo did retire, just because it was time to eat and he had to leave. But Lizzie stuck it up for a few more minutes in hope of reaching her. She did, an hour later.
"Hey Miranda didn't see you at lunch or on the way back today, where were you?"
"Oh I was around... I was... Over there."
"Over there with Vince. What were you doing over there with Vince?"
"Oh we were... He was..."
Miranda's stumble of words and a silence that followed did more talk to Lizzie. "He didn't... Ask you out did he?"
Another line of silence, but Lizzie understood every second of it, and replied, "After all that talk about him, did you say yes to him?"
This time the phone clicked. Lizzie understood that too.
So Tuesday began for Lizzie and Gordo the next day, without Miranda. She was with Vince, so she wasn't with Lizzie and Gordo.
"I don't get it," Gordo ponders, "no offense to Miranda or anything, but I thought Vince wouldn't like a girl like her. Ever since he was off with you and gained popularity, he's gone out with the girls of the same status. Miranda really doesn't fall into his category."
"Neither do I. But the same thing's going to happen to her that happened to every other girl that was with Vince. A week. From yesterday, then it's over."
Lizzie and Gordo watched Miranda worriedly. She was wih Vince, so she didn't look back.
They sought Miranda for the next two days, but she couldn't be reached. Even if they did, they hadn't a clue what they'd say to her. Also they were afraid of hurting her. Lizzie looked sharply into what solution she could gather for her friend. She invaded Miranda's home thursday and said to her simply, "He's gonna dump you soon."
Miranda glared at Lizzie and said in retaliation, "He won't."
"Why wouldn't he? What makes you think he's different with you from everyone else?"
"Because he says he loves me."
Lizzie repeated again, this time in a keenly hushed voice, "What makes you think he's different with you from everyone else?"
Miranda kept her glare at Lizzie and said nothing. Seconds later a teardrop overcame her eyes and they started down her face.
"Miranda..."
She sobbed, "You know how much I trust him just because he said those words? He said those words to me. And he meant it. I know it."
"Miranda..."
"Get out."
Lizzie cornered Vince into a corner of the room next day at her first period English class.
"What do you want?" he said, grinning, as though he is anticipating her answer.
"You know what I want to know." she said, anticipating that he was anticipating what she wanted.
"No, I don't." he lies.
"About Miranda." she says what he already knew.
"What about her?"
"Are you going to dump her like everyone else you've dated for a week?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah? Yeah?! Not even a maybe? You know you're going to break up with her like everyone else? Why?! Why Miranda?!"
"Because she's your friend."
"What?!"
"Look, Lizzie, the only reason I'm going out with her to dump her is so I can have my revenge on you."
"A revenge?! On me?! What did I do?!"
"I thought we would go on for more than a week, Lizzie, but you ruined it. You were talking to Gordo that day at the mall. In fact now I know you talk to Gordo a lot. More than you talked to me. I'm not gonna take any of that shit."
"What?!" Lizzie screamed, and lunged her hand for a strike, but it was halted by Vince's. She found herself powerless in her arm until he let go of it. He snickered a little.
"Learn from this, bitch."
"You doggamn control freak!"
"Is that all you can say?" He snickered, and walked out of the corner. When Lizzie turned to face his back he saw he was still walking, with his middle finger in the air.
That night Lizzie cried, agonizing that she wasn't able to do anything for Miranda. The next day Miranda cried, agonizing that it has all been a lie, that she was dumped, and didn't listen to Lizzie, her friend. The next day Lizzie and Miranda got together and cried together. When they had wiped their tears, they were better friends and could see better.
The next day, observing Vince and people surrounding him from afar with their tear-washed eyes, Lizzie and Miranda saw through them, and saw that they were empty.
The End
Maybe I'm whining too much about this review thing... I suppose lots of other fanfics have gone by without much reviews, eh? C'mon, though, just say anything. Even if you actually haven't read the whole chapter (though you won't be reading this if you didn't read the chapter most likely), just drop me a line, a word, a letter, a period, anything. Express your hatred towards me. I can take it. Dang this whole review thing gets emotional. I guess that's why everybody wants em. Wonder what happens when people do give reviews, but don't read a sentence of the story? Would everybody be happy? I dunno.