Disclaimer: Don't own the actors or the characters of Lizzie McGuire.
Quick notes:
- Hey, just wanted to correct something I wrote earlier: Adam and Hilary have known each other for
eight years... meaning the show has been running for that long.
-Real life facts just so my fic doesn't seem too off: Hilary Duff was born in 1987, while Adam Lamberg
was born in 1984.
-Hope you enjoy the fic, please feel free to review, criticize, advise... did I mention review?
-Murder on the horizon (next chapter).
Chapter 2
Solitude. I've embraced, enjoyed, revered it. Solitude is a companion I thought I'd never get bored of.
Yet, here I am, a beer in my hand and no one by my side. I didn't even bother calling one of my black-
book girls because here I thought that solitude, my old time crony, would give me the solace, nurture of
independence that no one else can provide.
What a crock! I'm angry, miserable, lonely, tired... and completely, hopelessly in love. All solitude is
rewarding me is the realization that I want her, need her to be my eternal companion and lover. I just
continue to see her gorgeous smile, those savvy eyes that relinquish all the darkness of a day. She's in
my mind causing incredible pain to run through my veins, which never seems to avoid the one spot I
wish it would... my heart. Instead, it lingers there for what seems like eternity.
Well, I should forget it. Forget Hilary, and forget the freaking show! Even Gordo is having hard time
getting Lizzie. Disney doesn't even think we should be together anymore. Hell, the whole world-
What's this? Who the hell is calling me at... what am I talking about? It's only 10 PM.
"Lamberg here."
"Adam, it's Hilary. I thought you said we were going to do some 'evening drinks and memories.'
C'mon there so much I have to tell you about the engagement and all."
"Um, how 'bout we do this some other night?" Like never.
"Why? Is that chick still with you?"
"Are you jealous?" Five, four, three, two, one... ah, still hesitant. "Hilary?"
"Jealous? I don't think so. I think it's more like... curiosity. That's all. Anyway, you promised me
you'd come over. Plus, I was looking forward to this, not to mention the fact, and I quote, 'I don't like
to disappoint the ladies.' And the last time I remember, I am still a lady."
"You got me." She always did.
"Alright then, come over. I'll get the martinis waiting."
"Fine, see you in 15, underage drinker."
"Shut up, and see you soon, Lamberg."
Of course I was going to go. I just hated the fact that she was going to be endlessly talking about that
yuppie-head. Ever since she start dating the guy, our rituals became less frequent. Then, suddenly our
conversations began consisting of the subject of Frankie Muniz. At first, she'd bring him up discreetly
and quickly send him back to obscurity. One month later, I knew everything about the guy. That's
when I should have known it was getting serious. Yet, I foolishly ignored it and continued to indulge
myself in one night stands and nocturnal partying.
Stop it, Lamberg. I told you already: Forget it! Just be happy for her and knock on the goddam door.
"Adam, come on in... I'm really glad that you decided to ditch the chick and join me."
"Whatever Hil, what makes you think I ditched her? She's out there waiting for me in my car."
"Liar! No way!" She's so gullible, she's actually looking out the window.
"Hil! Get over here. I was kidding... c'mon what kind of a guy do you think I am?"
"I don't know, Adam. I mean, ever since you finally hit puberty when you were eighteen, you've been
enjoying bachelorhood to its fullest."
"Hey, I resent that. It was a growth spurt, the late blooming of the stunning Adam Lamberg."
"Right."
"Besides, I never stopped being a gentleman."
"That's right, you never did." Except to you. A real gentleman would have proclaimed his love already.
He wouldn't have to cowardly look at a beautiful face who's thinking of what could've been.
"Well, anyway here's your martini, Adam. Now, let's drink to... to... Love."
How about to regret? "Sure, why not? Here's to love."
So we drank to Love and then we talked about how Frankie had asked her to marry her and bunch of
other crap that kept stabbing my chest. But, through all of this (I don't know whether it was my
imagination or the martinis and the beers starting to really hit me) she seemed entirely sad. She just
didn't look truthfully and happily content. It all just seemed so rehearsed. There was this lament in her
eyes that kept bothering me. Nonetheless, after tirelessly asking her what was wrong, she wouldn't tell
me anything. I know her, though. For eight long years, I've become an expert on what she's really
feeling. That's why we became so close... we always knew what was on one another's mind. And, this
time I knew there was really something else going on beneath this shield she so decisively held. But,
what? What was she holding back?
It was no good thinking about this. Yesterday, she said she was engaged and now there was nothing to
it. It's not like I could stop Lalaine from rambling on the whole afternoon about the wedding, or quiet
Jake from speaking of stripers and what not. The whole shoot on the set was about Lizzie finally being
asked out by Ethan on a real date and Hilary getting married. Thank god this was the show's last year,
I don't think I could bare being in "college" any longer... or watch her with a gold band on her finger.
"Hey, loser... what are you thinking about?"
"Ashlie? Hey... what brings you here?"
"Well, if you must know, I'm meeting someone here."
"Someone I know?"
"Perhaps... and perhaps it's none of your business, Adam."
"Ooh... relax, don't get your panties in a twist, I was just curious. Anyway, I got to go." What a slut...
not even her character Kate was that bad. The wench had gotten too into her role from the very
beginning. Sure she was good-looking... when she was fifteen and she was the only one with boobs on
the set! Then, Lalaine and Hilary grew up and she was never able to match their beauty, especially
Hilary's.
"Thank goodness... night, night, loser." Sometimes, I really wish she was a guy just so I could get a
good hit in that snobby, horrendous face of hers. I better leave before I'm too tempted, besides it's not
like I really care about who she's meeting. Better leave quickly before I bump into anybody else... oh
no...
"Hey Adam... surprise to see you here."
"Hi, Frankie. Don't be, Tony's is like a haven to me."
"Okay... well, um... I see you're leaving, right?"
"Right. Well, see you later, and say hi to Hilary for me."
"Um... yeah, sure thing, Adam. Later man."
He was paranoid. He had that familiar guy face: "I'm caught." No way... I don't think the kid can do it,
he's too much of a yuppie-head. Now that I think about, though, he's capable and why not? Ashlie was
in there waiting for "someone" who happens to be none of my business. Weird, when Ashlie has never
resisted from boasting about a new stud. Still, I've never seen Frankie show any interest for the wench,
obviously or discreetly. Plus, he's too much of a momma's boy.
"Hey love, heading out so soon?"
"Lalaine, hey. What're you doing here?"
"Just going in for some drinks and meeting up Hilary... care to join us?"
"I'm assuming Frankie will be there too?"
"Yeah."
"No, thanks... I'm really tired."
"Right... anyway, we'll talk later."
"Alright see you."
"Hey, Adam... it'll be okay, trust me."
"Later, Lalaine."
Quick notes:
- Hey, just wanted to correct something I wrote earlier: Adam and Hilary have known each other for
eight years... meaning the show has been running for that long.
-Real life facts just so my fic doesn't seem too off: Hilary Duff was born in 1987, while Adam Lamberg
was born in 1984.
-Hope you enjoy the fic, please feel free to review, criticize, advise... did I mention review?
-Murder on the horizon (next chapter).
Chapter 2
Solitude. I've embraced, enjoyed, revered it. Solitude is a companion I thought I'd never get bored of.
Yet, here I am, a beer in my hand and no one by my side. I didn't even bother calling one of my black-
book girls because here I thought that solitude, my old time crony, would give me the solace, nurture of
independence that no one else can provide.
What a crock! I'm angry, miserable, lonely, tired... and completely, hopelessly in love. All solitude is
rewarding me is the realization that I want her, need her to be my eternal companion and lover. I just
continue to see her gorgeous smile, those savvy eyes that relinquish all the darkness of a day. She's in
my mind causing incredible pain to run through my veins, which never seems to avoid the one spot I
wish it would... my heart. Instead, it lingers there for what seems like eternity.
Well, I should forget it. Forget Hilary, and forget the freaking show! Even Gordo is having hard time
getting Lizzie. Disney doesn't even think we should be together anymore. Hell, the whole world-
What's this? Who the hell is calling me at... what am I talking about? It's only 10 PM.
"Lamberg here."
"Adam, it's Hilary. I thought you said we were going to do some 'evening drinks and memories.'
C'mon there so much I have to tell you about the engagement and all."
"Um, how 'bout we do this some other night?" Like never.
"Why? Is that chick still with you?"
"Are you jealous?" Five, four, three, two, one... ah, still hesitant. "Hilary?"
"Jealous? I don't think so. I think it's more like... curiosity. That's all. Anyway, you promised me
you'd come over. Plus, I was looking forward to this, not to mention the fact, and I quote, 'I don't like
to disappoint the ladies.' And the last time I remember, I am still a lady."
"You got me." She always did.
"Alright then, come over. I'll get the martinis waiting."
"Fine, see you in 15, underage drinker."
"Shut up, and see you soon, Lamberg."
Of course I was going to go. I just hated the fact that she was going to be endlessly talking about that
yuppie-head. Ever since she start dating the guy, our rituals became less frequent. Then, suddenly our
conversations began consisting of the subject of Frankie Muniz. At first, she'd bring him up discreetly
and quickly send him back to obscurity. One month later, I knew everything about the guy. That's
when I should have known it was getting serious. Yet, I foolishly ignored it and continued to indulge
myself in one night stands and nocturnal partying.
Stop it, Lamberg. I told you already: Forget it! Just be happy for her and knock on the goddam door.
"Adam, come on in... I'm really glad that you decided to ditch the chick and join me."
"Whatever Hil, what makes you think I ditched her? She's out there waiting for me in my car."
"Liar! No way!" She's so gullible, she's actually looking out the window.
"Hil! Get over here. I was kidding... c'mon what kind of a guy do you think I am?"
"I don't know, Adam. I mean, ever since you finally hit puberty when you were eighteen, you've been
enjoying bachelorhood to its fullest."
"Hey, I resent that. It was a growth spurt, the late blooming of the stunning Adam Lamberg."
"Right."
"Besides, I never stopped being a gentleman."
"That's right, you never did." Except to you. A real gentleman would have proclaimed his love already.
He wouldn't have to cowardly look at a beautiful face who's thinking of what could've been.
"Well, anyway here's your martini, Adam. Now, let's drink to... to... Love."
How about to regret? "Sure, why not? Here's to love."
So we drank to Love and then we talked about how Frankie had asked her to marry her and bunch of
other crap that kept stabbing my chest. But, through all of this (I don't know whether it was my
imagination or the martinis and the beers starting to really hit me) she seemed entirely sad. She just
didn't look truthfully and happily content. It all just seemed so rehearsed. There was this lament in her
eyes that kept bothering me. Nonetheless, after tirelessly asking her what was wrong, she wouldn't tell
me anything. I know her, though. For eight long years, I've become an expert on what she's really
feeling. That's why we became so close... we always knew what was on one another's mind. And, this
time I knew there was really something else going on beneath this shield she so decisively held. But,
what? What was she holding back?
It was no good thinking about this. Yesterday, she said she was engaged and now there was nothing to
it. It's not like I could stop Lalaine from rambling on the whole afternoon about the wedding, or quiet
Jake from speaking of stripers and what not. The whole shoot on the set was about Lizzie finally being
asked out by Ethan on a real date and Hilary getting married. Thank god this was the show's last year,
I don't think I could bare being in "college" any longer... or watch her with a gold band on her finger.
"Hey, loser... what are you thinking about?"
"Ashlie? Hey... what brings you here?"
"Well, if you must know, I'm meeting someone here."
"Someone I know?"
"Perhaps... and perhaps it's none of your business, Adam."
"Ooh... relax, don't get your panties in a twist, I was just curious. Anyway, I got to go." What a slut...
not even her character Kate was that bad. The wench had gotten too into her role from the very
beginning. Sure she was good-looking... when she was fifteen and she was the only one with boobs on
the set! Then, Lalaine and Hilary grew up and she was never able to match their beauty, especially
Hilary's.
"Thank goodness... night, night, loser." Sometimes, I really wish she was a guy just so I could get a
good hit in that snobby, horrendous face of hers. I better leave before I'm too tempted, besides it's not
like I really care about who she's meeting. Better leave quickly before I bump into anybody else... oh
no...
"Hey Adam... surprise to see you here."
"Hi, Frankie. Don't be, Tony's is like a haven to me."
"Okay... well, um... I see you're leaving, right?"
"Right. Well, see you later, and say hi to Hilary for me."
"Um... yeah, sure thing, Adam. Later man."
He was paranoid. He had that familiar guy face: "I'm caught." No way... I don't think the kid can do it,
he's too much of a yuppie-head. Now that I think about, though, he's capable and why not? Ashlie was
in there waiting for "someone" who happens to be none of my business. Weird, when Ashlie has never
resisted from boasting about a new stud. Still, I've never seen Frankie show any interest for the wench,
obviously or discreetly. Plus, he's too much of a momma's boy.
"Hey love, heading out so soon?"
"Lalaine, hey. What're you doing here?"
"Just going in for some drinks and meeting up Hilary... care to join us?"
"I'm assuming Frankie will be there too?"
"Yeah."
"No, thanks... I'm really tired."
"Right... anyway, we'll talk later."
"Alright see you."
"Hey, Adam... it'll be okay, trust me."
"Later, Lalaine."