The Memory of Left Behind Chapter 8 (or 7 really)
Disclaimer: You bite me I will bite back harder.
Dedication: Captain Jones (aka John Paul Jones). Thank God your last name was Jones cuz otherwise I so would have screwed that up.
A/N: Sorry about the dream sequence, I know y'all wanted a real story story. Lizzie and Ethan, hmmm, interesting.... Thanks for all the reviews. And if you want to read a really goooooooooooooood Lizzie/Gordo story I suggest you read Dylan Shelby's Christmas story, woooo uhwooo. (Oops, that was outta wack.) Oh yeah, if anyone wants me to continue Bouncibility you might want to let me know, thanks again.
Back to the story?: Right, sorry.
Lizzie slammed her head back into her pillow. That was an extremely weird dream, but Lizzie couldn't help feeling that it had a meaning. She sighed and then picked up her phone. She dialed the number without even looking down. She settled back down into her bed waiting for someone to pick up.
"Hello?" Came the tired voice on the other end.
Lizzie smiled. "Hey."
"Lizzie, I was wandering when you were gonna call. So, need any help with anything? Any clothing advice mayhap?"
Lizzie laughed. "Nope."
"Well, then how about a ride?"
Lizzie smiled again. "No."
"Then, would you mind saying something besides one syllable words?"
Lizzie laughed. "I was just calling to say that I don't think I'm gonna be able to meet with all of y'all tonight."
"Why not?"
"I'm not feeling too well."
"You want me to come over?" Caleb asked sounding very concerned.
"Sure, how about around 11, I need to take a shower."
"Okay."
"Oh, and do you mind telling Kate. I don't wanna have to call her."
"Sure." Caleb said laughing. "I'll see you in a bit."
Lizzie hung up the phone and smiled. 'That was easy.' she said to herself. 'Now, all I have to do is get my emotions in check and take a shower. No problem... I think'
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Gordo viscously beat his alarm clark. Why do all the good dreams end with an annoying beeping noise?
Disclaimer: You bite me I will bite back harder.
Dedication: Captain Jones (aka John Paul Jones). Thank God your last name was Jones cuz otherwise I so would have screwed that up.
A/N: Sorry about the dream sequence, I know y'all wanted a real story story. Lizzie and Ethan, hmmm, interesting.... Thanks for all the reviews. And if you want to read a really goooooooooooooood Lizzie/Gordo story I suggest you read Dylan Shelby's Christmas story, woooo uhwooo. (Oops, that was outta wack.) Oh yeah, if anyone wants me to continue Bouncibility you might want to let me know, thanks again.
Back to the story?: Right, sorry.
Lizzie slammed her head back into her pillow. That was an extremely weird dream, but Lizzie couldn't help feeling that it had a meaning. She sighed and then picked up her phone. She dialed the number without even looking down. She settled back down into her bed waiting for someone to pick up.
"Hello?" Came the tired voice on the other end.
Lizzie smiled. "Hey."
"Lizzie, I was wandering when you were gonna call. So, need any help with anything? Any clothing advice mayhap?"
Lizzie laughed. "Nope."
"Well, then how about a ride?"
Lizzie smiled again. "No."
"Then, would you mind saying something besides one syllable words?"
Lizzie laughed. "I was just calling to say that I don't think I'm gonna be able to meet with all of y'all tonight."
"Why not?"
"I'm not feeling too well."
"You want me to come over?" Caleb asked sounding very concerned.
"Sure, how about around 11, I need to take a shower."
"Okay."
"Oh, and do you mind telling Kate. I don't wanna have to call her."
"Sure." Caleb said laughing. "I'll see you in a bit."
Lizzie hung up the phone and smiled. 'That was easy.' she said to herself. 'Now, all I have to do is get my emotions in check and take a shower. No problem... I think'
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Gordo viscously beat his alarm clark. Why do all the good dreams end with an annoying beeping noise?