Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, Matt McGuire, Lanny, David Gordon, or Miranda Sanchez. I do own Lily Wellington, Charlie Fetters, and Donald Langton. Please do not use them in any of your stories. If I get five reviews (real reviews where you tell me what you liked, why, ect.) I'll put up my next chapters. It's going to have a surprise ending, so keep reading! Here is Ch. 2, it's long, but I hope you like it!

Elizabeth stepped of the plane and took a deep breath of California air. She was home. Whether or not that was a good thing, she wasn't sure. Looking around she spotted a row of benches against the wall, and she took a seat. Out of her purse she took her cell phone and dialed her Mom's number.

"Ring, ring, ring…Hello?"

"Mom? It's Elizabeth."

"Oh, hi honey! How was your flight?"

"Umm, fine. I slept almost the whole time."

"That's good. Well, I'm so happy you're here! Wait until you see the house! You're Dad has completely redone the backyard! It's a gnome theme! Gnomes are everywhere!"

"Wow…that's…umm… great…"

"Elizabeth, honey, are you nervous?"

"Very."

"O, honey! It'll be fine! I'm sure Gordo and Miranda will be thrilled to see you again! And Lily is dying to meet you! When she found out today that you were The Elizabeth McGuire she was so excited! She's a big fan! It'll be just fine."

"I just can't help thinking everyone is going to still be mad at me."

"You know you're father and I understand why you left. So does Matthew! We aren't mad."

"I'm talking about Miranda and Gordo."

"O, that reminds me! Miranda called. She's just as excited and nervous as you. Anyway, she's planned a little get together tonight for dinner. Us, Dad, Matt, Lily, Miranda, and Gordo are coming. Consider it a welcome home party."

"Where are we eating?"

"O, maybe you remember it. It's that fancy restaurant in town, Raymond's. You'll have to be there by 6:30."

"Right, I remember, the Italian place. Well, it's 5:30, so I'm not going to have time to go home and change."

"Change in the bathroom, nobody will care."

"O, right. Okay, well I'll see you at Raymond's. Bye, love you, Mom."

"Wait, Elizabeth. Miranda wanted me to tell you that she wants you to sleep over at her place tonight, instead of here. You guys can talk and catch up!"

"I don't even know where she lives."

"A really nice condo in Arlington, just fifteen minutes away. You'll have fun."

"Cool, sounds great! Ok, Mom. I'd better go, see you all soon."

Elizabeth turned off her cell and closed her eyes. Tonight was a big night. What if things at Miranda's condo didn't go well? What if everything was different? What if they fought? Despite all her Mom had told her, butterflies were still fluttering around in her stomach. No, forget butterflies. Try elephants.

Well, I guess I better get going! What am I going to wear tonight?

As she got up and collected her bags Elizabeth found herself surrounded by a group of lauging girls.

"Elizabeth McGuire, is that you?"

"Elizabeth, I love your CD. You are so talented!"

"Can you sign my bag?"

"I just know you'll win the Best New Artist Award at the Grammy's!"

"I love you! I want to be you! You are so awesome!"

"Uh…Thanks guys! It's great to meet some more fans!" Elizabeth smiled and started giving out her autograph and taking pictures.

Forty minutes later Elizabeth was in a cab on her way to Raymond's. At the airport she'd changed into a short black dress with little rhinestones all over it. She only had twenty minutes before everyone got there, but was about forty minutes away. On her first day home she'd be late. The cab driver couldn't drive any slower, but in a way that was okay. She wasn't in a rush.

Miranda Sanchez took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving her condo for Raymond's. I guess I look okay. I wonder how Elizabeth will look. Probably wearing some expensive designer clothes. After all, being so famous, she must be loaded… Ok, stop acting so jealous. Just because she's rich doesn't mean she's happy. I mean, I want her to be happy, I guess… Jeez, why did stuff have to change? …Well, all I can do is welcome her. Maybe things will be just like before... The bed in her room was made; she'd rented a few good movies, gotten out a couple old yearbooks to look at, and bought some sodas to drink. Everything was ready for the sleepover that would hopefully bring them back together. Miranda took a deep breath, straightened out her red snakeskin dress, and stepped out the door.