Disclaimer: Do I really need to write a disclaimer each chapter? Gah, refer to my previous chapter, darnit.
Forward: Alright, I'm out of that drunken stupor I wrote Imaginia in (which by the way I'm rather iffy about keeping... Two people reviewed so I guess I'll get drunk again to write another chapter...), and feelin purdy good. The idea for this chapter came to me in a dream, sort of. See how you like it. Thanks for the several peeple that wrote me e-mail. Hey, review, e-mail, whatever works eh?
Setting: I don't think I really need to write a setting each chapter, either. Refer to my previous chapter for setting info.
The guys gave her an interesting, yet hurtful experience to Lizzie through a ritual called underage dating. Despite all of the hurt she had endured, she still daydreamed about guys. She sat in solitude on shore of a small lake in her neighborhood. It has been her own secret rendezvous point with her feelings. It was here that occured to her a question that she asked herself: what is love?
Dreaming On, Chapter 5
Pure Love, Part 1
by Twin Signal
Gordo saw her sitting across the lake from him, and her own secret rendezvous point were secret no more. She didn't notice that he has noticed her, nor did she notice that he wandered over next to her and sat. She was daydreaming about guys.
"Lizzie." Gordo greeted, though soft was his voice, Lizzie was nonetheless surprised and shocked of his sudden presense. She quickly caught her breath, and smiled, returning his greeting.
"What're you doing here?" he asked.
She curls herself into a ball and speaks a voice which comes out muffled, "Thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"Guys."
"Are you thinking about me?" Gordo jokes.
"No."
"Well darn. What am I, chopped liver?"
Lizzie sighs. "Sorry... But you know what I mean."
Gordo smiles which Lizzie didn't see but knew. "You feeling alright from the whole Vince ordeal?"
Lizzie bobs her head. "Why did I even do it?"
"It's just how us teenagers are."
"I don't want to go through it again, but I do want to go through it again."
"You don't have to go through it again if you know what not to go through. If you know what not to go through, then you'll go through it right."
Lizzie lets out a chuckle in her balled-up state. "As always," Lizzie raises her head to glance at Gordo, "thanks for your wise words."
"No problem, whenever you need it, you know where to find me."
Lizzie nods, then once again lowers her head in deep thought.
Wave of teens rushed past and came towards Lizzie as she stood in the moddle of the hallway, observing. Observing them, on the side, male and female, female and male, sending signals. Is that the reason why relationships around here is short-lived? Because they're based on person's looks only? Reflecting on Ethan and Vince, she knew that getting close, outside beauties can only last so long. Is that why these relationships are short-lived? Vince has been with 2 more women since her last encounter with him, and has dumped them both. It was monday, and he was looking for his flavor of the week.
It was her fourth period philosophy class. Though the class seemed unappealing to her at first, she has heard Gordo tell her it was a good class. Indeed, once she got inside the lectures the class seemed interesting. However, after a while it wears off, others find it too complicated to follow. Since the effect of interestingness wore off to Lizzie, she decided to take a look around class which she has yet to pay attention to. Across the room she caught a similar bored face of a guy. She wasn't familiar yet with everybody in class, so she was unsure exactly who he was. Trying to remember anything about him, she kept her eye contact with him. He smiled, raising a finger signaling her to pause. She does, and sees that he grabs a piece of paper and scribbles a little something to it. He was descent-looking with brown and brown hair and eyes as far as she could tell, just another ordinary guy. He slyly tosses the note close to Lizzie, she in correspondence bends down to pick it up. It read:
What're you staring at?
She took a look at him, confused, but saw his grinning face and confirmed that he didn't mean harm. She smiled back, then the bell rang.
"You bored too I guess eh." he said, walking up to Lizzie in a snap.
"Yeah, it gets old after a while."
"So what's your name? I'm Lane Depps." he seems to have a knack at not wasting time.
"Lizzie McGuire."
"Mind if I talk to you sometimes?"
Philosophy class got a little bit more interesting from that day.
"You know, this mystery meat thing isn't bad if you close your eyes and chow down. It gets old though. Though I guess it's old already in a technical sense." Gordo mutters his brilliant word of wisdom as Lizzie and Miranda witness him chow the meat down. It seems that the meat is tough, as Gordo has a hard time chowing it down to a pulp.
"I talked to a guy today." Lizzie said.
"Really now, who?" Miranda inquired, as Gordo was busy chowing down to a pulp.
"This guy in my philosophy class. Kinda neat. Kinda cute."
"Kinda?" Miranda questions.
Lizzie shrugs.
A buff, tightly-shirted popular jock guy walks up to Lizzie and grabs hold of her from the back. "Hey Lizzie." he says.
"Uhm, hi." she replies.
"How bout we hang out sometimes?"
"Uhm, lemme think about it."
"Alright, seeya later." he then walks off, cheery in brainless sort of way that he has accomplished something.
"Uh, who was that?" Miranda asks.
"I don't know. I think he's in my P.E. class. Guess he kinda likes me or something."
"You know he's no good."
"Yeah, he'll probably be Vince all over again."
"So what about this philosophy guy? Is his love to you more pure?"
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Miranda.
"You know, pure as in, not all physical and junk."
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Gordo, who was choking on mystery meat so he couldn't answer.
"Pure?" Lizzie asks herself, whom didn't know the answer.
Gordo was rushed to the clinic, so the trio that were to walk home were not a trio today. It was just Lizzie and Miranda.
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Miranda again.
Miranda shrugs, "Don't you know?"
Lizzie shrugs, "I guess."
"Hey, wait up!" semi-familiar voice called out to Lizzie - it was Lane. "Well can we just chat walkin back? My house is sorta this way."
"Uh, sure... Miranda, this is Lane... You know, Philosophy guy."
Miranda smirked as she looked him over. "Nice to meet you," she says, "Lane. Why don't I take a shortcut to my house today, eh Lizzie?" she nudges her and throttles off.
"Uh, nice to meet you too!" Lane waves. "She in a hurry?"
Lizzie shrugs, "I guess."
So they talked. About philosophy, Gordo and the mystery meat.
Lizzie got home in bit of a strange feeling. As soon as she got home, with some weird knack for timing, Miranda calls asking for stats, "So how was Lane?"
"I don't know," she said strangely, "it was... casual."
"Ohh that's no fun. No hug, kiss, maybe even walk into his house and..."
"No! None of that... He just said bye. I don't know..."
"No fun."
"I guess that's the way pure loves are huh?"
A week went by that way. Lane and Lizzie chats, nothing happens. Vince asks a girl out, dumps her. She was sitting by herself once again on the supposedly secret lakeside spot, but Lane finds her and engages her in another conversation, sitting next to her. Lane was an interesting guy. Lizzie never noticed him before because he seldom talked in public - he didn't like the public; public made him nervous. I don't know why he was so initiative towards Lizzie. Perhaps because she stared at him that he thought it meant something. Or maybe he saw in her something that put him to ease enough to overcome his shyness.
"I'm not shy, really." he says, "I just suck at talking."
"We've been talking for an hour!" she told him.
He shrugs and snickers, "You just lead me on good that's all."
Their interests seems to match pretty well despite their gender differences. Perhaps it was because of it that gave them topics to keep them talking. She was having fun. The realization hit her. She was having fun. She was attracted to him, inside. She suddenly grew very fond and respectful of everything about Lane. He even began to seem very beautiful appearance-wise. The conversation suddenly took into deep matters of love, secrets, love, sex and love. She couldn't keep the excitement within herself no longer so she leaned her head on Lane's shoulder for a second, then leaned in even further to let her lip touch his. Lane seemed shocked at first but didn't give resistance. They kept like that for quite a while.
To Be Continued...
Happy end, for now... All the surprises are coming part 2 of this, don't worry ;)
Don't got much to say. Oh yeah if you wanna e-mail me chuck it towards twinsignal@netzero.com or if you wanna IM me my AIM screen name is TwinSignall with two L's. Some bastard already took TwinSignal, ah well.
Forward: Alright, I'm out of that drunken stupor I wrote Imaginia in (which by the way I'm rather iffy about keeping... Two people reviewed so I guess I'll get drunk again to write another chapter...), and feelin purdy good. The idea for this chapter came to me in a dream, sort of. See how you like it. Thanks for the several peeple that wrote me e-mail. Hey, review, e-mail, whatever works eh?
Setting: I don't think I really need to write a setting each chapter, either. Refer to my previous chapter for setting info.
The guys gave her an interesting, yet hurtful experience to Lizzie through a ritual called underage dating. Despite all of the hurt she had endured, she still daydreamed about guys. She sat in solitude on shore of a small lake in her neighborhood. It has been her own secret rendezvous point with her feelings. It was here that occured to her a question that she asked herself: what is love?
Dreaming On, Chapter 5
Pure Love, Part 1
by Twin Signal
Gordo saw her sitting across the lake from him, and her own secret rendezvous point were secret no more. She didn't notice that he has noticed her, nor did she notice that he wandered over next to her and sat. She was daydreaming about guys.
"Lizzie." Gordo greeted, though soft was his voice, Lizzie was nonetheless surprised and shocked of his sudden presense. She quickly caught her breath, and smiled, returning his greeting.
"What're you doing here?" he asked.
She curls herself into a ball and speaks a voice which comes out muffled, "Thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"Guys."
"Are you thinking about me?" Gordo jokes.
"No."
"Well darn. What am I, chopped liver?"
Lizzie sighs. "Sorry... But you know what I mean."
Gordo smiles which Lizzie didn't see but knew. "You feeling alright from the whole Vince ordeal?"
Lizzie bobs her head. "Why did I even do it?"
"It's just how us teenagers are."
"I don't want to go through it again, but I do want to go through it again."
"You don't have to go through it again if you know what not to go through. If you know what not to go through, then you'll go through it right."
Lizzie lets out a chuckle in her balled-up state. "As always," Lizzie raises her head to glance at Gordo, "thanks for your wise words."
"No problem, whenever you need it, you know where to find me."
Lizzie nods, then once again lowers her head in deep thought.
Wave of teens rushed past and came towards Lizzie as she stood in the moddle of the hallway, observing. Observing them, on the side, male and female, female and male, sending signals. Is that the reason why relationships around here is short-lived? Because they're based on person's looks only? Reflecting on Ethan and Vince, she knew that getting close, outside beauties can only last so long. Is that why these relationships are short-lived? Vince has been with 2 more women since her last encounter with him, and has dumped them both. It was monday, and he was looking for his flavor of the week.
It was her fourth period philosophy class. Though the class seemed unappealing to her at first, she has heard Gordo tell her it was a good class. Indeed, once she got inside the lectures the class seemed interesting. However, after a while it wears off, others find it too complicated to follow. Since the effect of interestingness wore off to Lizzie, she decided to take a look around class which she has yet to pay attention to. Across the room she caught a similar bored face of a guy. She wasn't familiar yet with everybody in class, so she was unsure exactly who he was. Trying to remember anything about him, she kept her eye contact with him. He smiled, raising a finger signaling her to pause. She does, and sees that he grabs a piece of paper and scribbles a little something to it. He was descent-looking with brown and brown hair and eyes as far as she could tell, just another ordinary guy. He slyly tosses the note close to Lizzie, she in correspondence bends down to pick it up. It read:
What're you staring at?
She took a look at him, confused, but saw his grinning face and confirmed that he didn't mean harm. She smiled back, then the bell rang.
"You bored too I guess eh." he said, walking up to Lizzie in a snap.
"Yeah, it gets old after a while."
"So what's your name? I'm Lane Depps." he seems to have a knack at not wasting time.
"Lizzie McGuire."
"Mind if I talk to you sometimes?"
Philosophy class got a little bit more interesting from that day.
"You know, this mystery meat thing isn't bad if you close your eyes and chow down. It gets old though. Though I guess it's old already in a technical sense." Gordo mutters his brilliant word of wisdom as Lizzie and Miranda witness him chow the meat down. It seems that the meat is tough, as Gordo has a hard time chowing it down to a pulp.
"I talked to a guy today." Lizzie said.
"Really now, who?" Miranda inquired, as Gordo was busy chowing down to a pulp.
"This guy in my philosophy class. Kinda neat. Kinda cute."
"Kinda?" Miranda questions.
Lizzie shrugs.
A buff, tightly-shirted popular jock guy walks up to Lizzie and grabs hold of her from the back. "Hey Lizzie." he says.
"Uhm, hi." she replies.
"How bout we hang out sometimes?"
"Uhm, lemme think about it."
"Alright, seeya later." he then walks off, cheery in brainless sort of way that he has accomplished something.
"Uh, who was that?" Miranda asks.
"I don't know. I think he's in my P.E. class. Guess he kinda likes me or something."
"You know he's no good."
"Yeah, he'll probably be Vince all over again."
"So what about this philosophy guy? Is his love to you more pure?"
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Miranda.
"You know, pure as in, not all physical and junk."
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Gordo, who was choking on mystery meat so he couldn't answer.
"Pure?" Lizzie asks herself, whom didn't know the answer.
Gordo was rushed to the clinic, so the trio that were to walk home were not a trio today. It was just Lizzie and Miranda.
"Pure?" Lizzie asks Miranda again.
Miranda shrugs, "Don't you know?"
Lizzie shrugs, "I guess."
"Hey, wait up!" semi-familiar voice called out to Lizzie - it was Lane. "Well can we just chat walkin back? My house is sorta this way."
"Uh, sure... Miranda, this is Lane... You know, Philosophy guy."
Miranda smirked as she looked him over. "Nice to meet you," she says, "Lane. Why don't I take a shortcut to my house today, eh Lizzie?" she nudges her and throttles off.
"Uh, nice to meet you too!" Lane waves. "She in a hurry?"
Lizzie shrugs, "I guess."
So they talked. About philosophy, Gordo and the mystery meat.
Lizzie got home in bit of a strange feeling. As soon as she got home, with some weird knack for timing, Miranda calls asking for stats, "So how was Lane?"
"I don't know," she said strangely, "it was... casual."
"Ohh that's no fun. No hug, kiss, maybe even walk into his house and..."
"No! None of that... He just said bye. I don't know..."
"No fun."
"I guess that's the way pure loves are huh?"
A week went by that way. Lane and Lizzie chats, nothing happens. Vince asks a girl out, dumps her. She was sitting by herself once again on the supposedly secret lakeside spot, but Lane finds her and engages her in another conversation, sitting next to her. Lane was an interesting guy. Lizzie never noticed him before because he seldom talked in public - he didn't like the public; public made him nervous. I don't know why he was so initiative towards Lizzie. Perhaps because she stared at him that he thought it meant something. Or maybe he saw in her something that put him to ease enough to overcome his shyness.
"I'm not shy, really." he says, "I just suck at talking."
"We've been talking for an hour!" she told him.
He shrugs and snickers, "You just lead me on good that's all."
Their interests seems to match pretty well despite their gender differences. Perhaps it was because of it that gave them topics to keep them talking. She was having fun. The realization hit her. She was having fun. She was attracted to him, inside. She suddenly grew very fond and respectful of everything about Lane. He even began to seem very beautiful appearance-wise. The conversation suddenly took into deep matters of love, secrets, love, sex and love. She couldn't keep the excitement within herself no longer so she leaned her head on Lane's shoulder for a second, then leaned in even further to let her lip touch his. Lane seemed shocked at first but didn't give resistance. They kept like that for quite a while.
To Be Continued...
Happy end, for now... All the surprises are coming part 2 of this, don't worry ;)
Don't got much to say. Oh yeah if you wanna e-mail me chuck it towards twinsignal@netzero.com or if you wanna IM me my AIM screen name is TwinSignall with two L's. Some bastard already took TwinSignal, ah well.