This is my first shot at a LM fanfic. Any and all comments are appreciated.
The first couple chapters are going to be kinda short, but hopefully they'll get longer. And let me know if things are a little confusing. I've tried to make it flow together as much as possible from my original scrawl, so I hope it's understandable!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, people, places, etc…don't sue me.
What Would Have Happened (If I Had Known)
Lizzie McGuire sat curled up in a chair in the Denver airport, her head on her knees, watching the snow drift past the window. It had started snowing yesterday afternoon and Lizzie worried all through her last final exam that her flight would be cancelled, but miraculously it was still on schedule. Lizzie had made it through her final exams and was set to spend her winter break at home, where she hadn't been in nearly a year. Her best friends Gordo and Miranda were going to be there. Everyone was going to be there. Under any other circumstances, Lizzie would have been thrilled.
It had been nearly a week since she had gotten the call from her mom. Lizzie had her two-hour Organic Chemistry final early Monday afternoon and when she got home at four that day, she wanted nothing more than some food and an hour to sack out in front of the TV.
"Lizzie," her roommate's soft-spoken voice barely stretched their small apartment. "Your mom's called three times today." Brenna poked her head out of her room. "I told her you had your final and what time you'd be home, but I think you'd better call her. She sounded upset." The look of concern on Brenna's face told Lizzie she'd better call home right away. Lizzie nodded her thanks to Brenna and headed toward her phone.
One of the downsides to going to school in Colorado was being so far from her family and friends. Despite some conflicts during her years in high school, Lizzie and her parents had a strong relationship and she talked to them a couple times a week. In fact, she had just talked to her mother a few days ago. She wondered what could have happened to make her mom call three times in one day.
Lizzie entered her small room, tossed her bag on the floor and sat down on her bed. Just as she reached towards the desk to pick up her phone, it rang.
"Lizzie, honey, is that you?" Lizzie frowned at her mother's frantic voice.
"Yeah, mom, it's me. Brenna told me you called three times. What's going on?"
"Lizzie, this isn't easy for me to tell you. There's been an accident, and–" her mom started.
"Oh my gosh, is it Dad? Is he okay? What about Matt?" Lizzie felt her stomach drop. She wouldn't be able to stand it if something had happened to her family. Even to Matt, who had grown up and become a little more bearable.
"No, honey, it's not Dad or Matt. It's Ethan." Jo paused, leaving Lizzie sputtering, "What?..Ethan?…But what?…How?…I mean," Lizzie took a deep breath and tried to put together a coherent thought. "What happened?"
So…what d'ya think? Good, bad, cheesy, lame? Let me know! And I'm sorry to leave y'all hanging, but I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. IF I get some reviews!