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Chapter Sixteen: Reality
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[A/N: Sorry for the long, long wait, but finally, here's my next chapter! Read it and enjoy! Not the best chapter, but the story'll get better, believe me.]
"The shoe part was corny," Lizzie said.
"I know, but it was funny," Matt insisted about his story. (A/N: After a mostly real-life-ish fic, you didn't think I'd have a witch in it without something being up, did you? Lol.)
"Yeah, yeah," Lizzie muttered and handed Matt his story back. Don't use me in any more of your stories. And don't use swear words in them either. You're only fourteen," she said, getting up to go get ready for the Graduation rehearsal.
"Don't tell me what to do," he said. "I can swear... you do."
"Don't use me as an example," she said. A car honked outside. "That must be Gordo. Tell Mom and Dad that I went to rehearsal." She grabbed her purse and rushed out to meet Gordo.
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Gordo, Gordo, Gordo, Matt thought bitterly. That's all she ever thinks about anymore. Why doesn't anyone ever think of me that much? He walked up to the front window and peered through the blinds to see Lizzie getting in Gordo's car. Miranda and Jason were in the back seat. Matt looked up to Gordo and Jason, although they probably didn't know. They were like his role models. He went up to his room and pulled out a pad of paper he had hidden under his bed.
He closed his door so his parents wouldn't see the paper when they came back. He sat at his desk and set the pad in front of him. Secretly, he had studied Gordo and Jason when they had been over hanging out with Lizzie and Miranda, and he had written down how they acted and other things, so he could try to be like them.
He read what he had wrote so far:
Gordo-
Smart; good looking; has known what he's wanted to be since he was around my age.
Jason-
Funny; really nice; always happy; good looking.
"Not much, but it's a start," he said. Then he remembered when Lizzie was in middle school, she complained about a girl dressing like her and changing her hair to look like her. "That's what I can do! I can dress like them! I'm a genius!" he said, and hurridly put his paper back to its hiding place. He grabbed his wallet off his dresser and rushed downstairs. He found some paper by the phone and jotted a note to his parents.
Mom and Dad-
Lizzie went to her graduation rehearsal and I went shopping. I should be back around 4:00.
Love,
Matt
He put the paper on the kitchen counter by the fridge and went to the front door. He made sure he had his key, and locked the door to leave. He got on his bike and rode to the local mall.
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At five o'clock, Gordo dropped Lizzie off at her house. They exchanged a kiss, and Lizzie walked up her driveway. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, mom," she said.
"How was your rehearsal, sweetie?" her mother said, cutting up vegetables for dinner.
"It was great. Everyone did everything right and it's perfect. And the real thing's two nights away and I'm so excited!" Lizzie said.
"That's great, honey. Oh, Matt wanted you to go up to his room when you got back," she said.
"What's he want?" Lizzie asked, getting up.
"I don't know. He left to go shopping, then ran upstairs before I could see what he got. I didn't even see him, but he yelled down for you to come up when you got home," she explained, and Lizzie walked to the staircase.
"Matt shopped? And he wants to see me? "What's he up to?" Lizzie said to herself as she neared Matt's room. She pushed open his door (without knocking) and said, "What do you want, spikyhead?" she asked. But when she saw him, she realized that the term 'spikyhead,' which described Matt's four-year hairdo, no longer fit her younger brother. Instead, his hair was curled, exactly like Gordo's. And his clothes where the type that Jason would wear. A dark red, short-sleeved shirt with navy sleeve, neck, and waist areas, and a pair of blue jeans that were just the right fit: not extrememly baggy, but definately not tight, either. "Matt... you look like... Gordo and Jason," she stammered.
"Does the look work?" he said, striking poses.
"You actually look good," she admitted. (A/N: Most likely, Matt would definately not look good with Gordo-style hair, so just picture that, being 14, he lost his baby-face features and looks older. So the hair fits his look now.)
"Thanks," he said truthfully. Lizzie walked to her room in a daze, and Matt sat down on his bed. "Now to test it on the girls," he said softly and slyly. He smiled a big smile.
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The next day, which was the second to last day before school, Lizzie called Gordo and asked if he could give Matt a ride to school. She wanted Gordo to see Matt's new look, although she didn't tell him that. He agreed, obviously with curiosity, and said he'd be there in ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, as promised, Gordo was there. Lizzie and Matt said good-bye to their parents and went to Gordo's car. Gordo looked in awe at Matt as he got in the back seat.
"He... he... he looks... like me," Gordo stuttered.
"He does. Which makes him look so cute," Lizzie said. Gordo blushed because Matt heard that.
"He does look good like that," Gordo agreed. He pulled away from Lizzie's house, and drove to Matt's school, glancing at the Mini-Gordo/Jason in his rearview mirror. When Matt got out, Gordo looked at Lizzie. "Why did he do that?"
"I don't know. But let's get to school before we're late," she said, and they drove to school, not knowing what would be in store for them.
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Will Matt's plan work? And what about at the high school, what's going to be wrong there? Find out soon, in Chapter 17: Story of a High School Cheerleader. (Ooh, interesting, huh? Lol.)
Chapter Sixteen: Reality
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[A/N: Sorry for the long, long wait, but finally, here's my next chapter! Read it and enjoy! Not the best chapter, but the story'll get better, believe me.]
"The shoe part was corny," Lizzie said.
"I know, but it was funny," Matt insisted about his story. (A/N: After a mostly real-life-ish fic, you didn't think I'd have a witch in it without something being up, did you? Lol.)
"Yeah, yeah," Lizzie muttered and handed Matt his story back. Don't use me in any more of your stories. And don't use swear words in them either. You're only fourteen," she said, getting up to go get ready for the Graduation rehearsal.
"Don't tell me what to do," he said. "I can swear... you do."
"Don't use me as an example," she said. A car honked outside. "That must be Gordo. Tell Mom and Dad that I went to rehearsal." She grabbed her purse and rushed out to meet Gordo.
- - -
Gordo, Gordo, Gordo, Matt thought bitterly. That's all she ever thinks about anymore. Why doesn't anyone ever think of me that much? He walked up to the front window and peered through the blinds to see Lizzie getting in Gordo's car. Miranda and Jason were in the back seat. Matt looked up to Gordo and Jason, although they probably didn't know. They were like his role models. He went up to his room and pulled out a pad of paper he had hidden under his bed.
He closed his door so his parents wouldn't see the paper when they came back. He sat at his desk and set the pad in front of him. Secretly, he had studied Gordo and Jason when they had been over hanging out with Lizzie and Miranda, and he had written down how they acted and other things, so he could try to be like them.
He read what he had wrote so far:
Gordo-
Smart; good looking; has known what he's wanted to be since he was around my age.
Jason-
Funny; really nice; always happy; good looking.
"Not much, but it's a start," he said. Then he remembered when Lizzie was in middle school, she complained about a girl dressing like her and changing her hair to look like her. "That's what I can do! I can dress like them! I'm a genius!" he said, and hurridly put his paper back to its hiding place. He grabbed his wallet off his dresser and rushed downstairs. He found some paper by the phone and jotted a note to his parents.
Mom and Dad-
Lizzie went to her graduation rehearsal and I went shopping. I should be back around 4:00.
Love,
Matt
He put the paper on the kitchen counter by the fridge and went to the front door. He made sure he had his key, and locked the door to leave. He got on his bike and rode to the local mall.
- - -
At five o'clock, Gordo dropped Lizzie off at her house. They exchanged a kiss, and Lizzie walked up her driveway. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, mom," she said.
"How was your rehearsal, sweetie?" her mother said, cutting up vegetables for dinner.
"It was great. Everyone did everything right and it's perfect. And the real thing's two nights away and I'm so excited!" Lizzie said.
"That's great, honey. Oh, Matt wanted you to go up to his room when you got back," she said.
"What's he want?" Lizzie asked, getting up.
"I don't know. He left to go shopping, then ran upstairs before I could see what he got. I didn't even see him, but he yelled down for you to come up when you got home," she explained, and Lizzie walked to the staircase.
"Matt shopped? And he wants to see me? "What's he up to?" Lizzie said to herself as she neared Matt's room. She pushed open his door (without knocking) and said, "What do you want, spikyhead?" she asked. But when she saw him, she realized that the term 'spikyhead,' which described Matt's four-year hairdo, no longer fit her younger brother. Instead, his hair was curled, exactly like Gordo's. And his clothes where the type that Jason would wear. A dark red, short-sleeved shirt with navy sleeve, neck, and waist areas, and a pair of blue jeans that were just the right fit: not extrememly baggy, but definately not tight, either. "Matt... you look like... Gordo and Jason," she stammered.
"Does the look work?" he said, striking poses.
"You actually look good," she admitted. (A/N: Most likely, Matt would definately not look good with Gordo-style hair, so just picture that, being 14, he lost his baby-face features and looks older. So the hair fits his look now.)
"Thanks," he said truthfully. Lizzie walked to her room in a daze, and Matt sat down on his bed. "Now to test it on the girls," he said softly and slyly. He smiled a big smile.
- - -
The next day, which was the second to last day before school, Lizzie called Gordo and asked if he could give Matt a ride to school. She wanted Gordo to see Matt's new look, although she didn't tell him that. He agreed, obviously with curiosity, and said he'd be there in ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, as promised, Gordo was there. Lizzie and Matt said good-bye to their parents and went to Gordo's car. Gordo looked in awe at Matt as he got in the back seat.
"He... he... he looks... like me," Gordo stuttered.
"He does. Which makes him look so cute," Lizzie said. Gordo blushed because Matt heard that.
"He does look good like that," Gordo agreed. He pulled away from Lizzie's house, and drove to Matt's school, glancing at the Mini-Gordo/Jason in his rearview mirror. When Matt got out, Gordo looked at Lizzie. "Why did he do that?"
"I don't know. But let's get to school before we're late," she said, and they drove to school, not knowing what would be in store for them.
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Will Matt's plan work? And what about at the high school, what's going to be wrong there? Find out soon, in Chapter 17: Story of a High School Cheerleader. (Ooh, interesting, huh? Lol.)
