DISCLAIMER: I still own every thing!! I mean….absolutely nothing belongs to me!! *shifty eyes *
Chapter 2: Trouble in a Bag
Lizzie stood in front of the mirror admiring her reflection. She liked the way she looked.
ANIMATED LIZZIE: Why do my parents have to be so unfair? Whatever happened to the first amendment? Where's my lawyer!?!?
Lizzie changed her clothes and took off the majority of her makeup. Plain old Lizzie McGuire. That's who she was now. Plain. She wanted to stand out at the party, but she wouldn't be able to looking like her usual self. Ethan Craft wouldn't give her a second glance.
Lizzie was about to walk out of her room when an idea hit her like a ton of bricks. She would bring her clothes and makeup to the party. She'd find a bathroom before too many people saw her and she'd primp there.
ANIMATED LIZZIE: I am a genius! Besides, what my parents don't know won't hurt them!
Lizzie grabbed her black shirt and skin tight pants and put them in her large backpack purse along with the dark eyeshadow and eyeliner. She smirked at her reflection and headed downstairs. She went and found her parents in the kitchen.
"Are you happy now?" she spat at them.
"I am happy you changed but I am not the least bit happy about your attitude, young lady," Jo said.
"So now you want me to act happy? When you completely ruin my night?"
"Lizzie, we'd only be ruining your night if you forbade you to go," Sam said with his calm parental tone. "All we did was make you change, and we only did that because we love you. We want you to be safe."
ANIMATED LIZZIE: Great! I hate it when parents give their "We're-only-mean-because-we-love-you" speech.
"Your father's right. Some people take clothes like that as an invitation," Jo said sincerely.
"Whatever," Lizzie said as she turned on her heel and headed toward the front door.
"Lizzie," Jo called. Lizzie turned to look at her mother, the look of anger still fresh on her face. "Take care of yourself."
Lizzie rolled her eyes and stormed out of the house. She glanced up and down the street and saw the silhouettes of Gordo and Miranda walking towards her house. She walked swiftly towards them, hoping to cool down before she talked to her two best friends.
"Hey Lizzie!" called Gordo, only a few feet away.
"Hi Gordo. Hi Miranda," Lizzie said gloomily.
"You changed!" Miranda exclaimed.
"You were different?" Gordo asked, baffled.
"Yeah. I had The Cutest…no, The Hottest Outfit on, but my over-protective parents wouldn't even let me out of the house!" Lizzie complained.
"Well, I'm sure they had their reasons," Gordo said.
"You're the only teenager I know, Gordo, that tries to understand parents. Let me give you a message I don't think you've received: ITS IMPOSSIBLE!!"
"I just don't think it's fair for you to blame them for trying to protect you," he continued.
"I'm not! I'm blaming them for ruining my night! No!" She paused. "…almost ruining my life." Lizzie cracked a mischievous smile.
"Oh no! Lizzie what did you do?" Miranda asked having noticed Lizzie's grin.
"Oh nothing, I just…brought along my original outfit to change into when I get there."
"Go girl!" Miranda high-fived Lizzie.
"Lizzie! That's not right, you shouldn't do it. You're parents are trusting you—"
"If you parents trusted me, they would've let me leave the house from the beginning," Lizzie interrupted.
"Lizzie, you really—" Gordo began in a quiet voice.
"There is no way you're changing at that party!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Finally, a voice of reason!" Gordo muttered under his breath.
Lizzie shot Miranda a surprised look.
"What I mean is, you're changing at my house! I'll convince my mom to drive us to the party so we can get there before it's over!"
ANIMATED LIZZIE: Now that's more like it! Miranda, the definition of a girl's best friend!
Lizzie and Miranda smiled at each other and set of speed walking down the street to Miranda's house. Gordo strode behind them shaking his head.