A/N: I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Thanks a bunch to reviewers!! I got plenty more reviews on chapter eleven. Yay!
Okay I would've updated yesterday but every time I logged on to fanfiction.net it was either too slow or wouldn't load at all. But now it's working so now I can update, yippee!
Why Mothers Are Useful
"I screwed it all up", complained a teary eyed Lizzie as she slammed her hand hard against the stall door in the girl's bathroom.
"No you didn't," said Miranda trying to console her friend.
"Yes I did", said Lizzie, "I ruined it with Gordo, and now I really screwed it up with Ethan and now." her lip began to quiver as she started to let out another sob.
"Lizzie", said Miranda putting her arm around her, "put yourself together here!"
"I can't Miranda", she said through tears.
"Yes you can", she said encouraging her, "you just need some time to grieve."
"I'm not as strong as you," she said as her glossy eyes glanced over to Miranda, "I'm Lizzie, the wimp."
"No you're not. Hey I have an idea if you don't want to continue with the rest of the day, how about you try faking sick so that you can go home", said Miranda, "and then I can come over later."
Lizzie sniffed. Miranda was right, "okay", she replied quietly.
Lizzie came into the nurses complaining that her stomach hurts and that she had a bad cold, which it really looked like she did. The nurse, even after seeing that she didn't have a fever knew that something was wrong and called Lizzie's mom.
Mrs. McGuire arrived quickly and picked up her daughter.
"So", said Mrs. McGuire, "a bad cold, hunh?"
"Yea", said Lizzie. She didn't even have to fake sounding miserable, "and my stomach hurts."
"That's funny", she said as she turned the steering wheel, "I don't remember you having a cold this morning."
"Well I do now," said Lizzie, annoyed. She didn't feel like talking.
I a matter of minutes they were home. Lizzie tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Mom", said Lizzie as she tugged at the door's handle, "I kinda can't get out."
"I know", said Mrs. McGuire. She smiled at her brightly, which was a sign that she knew or wanted to know something.
"What's up?" she said.
"Um, nothing now can I go?" she said impatiently.
Mrs. McGuire sighed, "Lizzie is there something wrong?"
"No", replied Lizzie.
"Lizzie", said Mrs. McGuire, "I know that you're not sick. You couldn't possibly have developed a cold in four hours. You seem upset about something. What is it?"
"Am I not able to be sick or something?" said Lizzie.
"No", replied Mrs. McGuire, "it's just I know when something's wrong."
Lizzie wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't tell her mother of all people. She tried to resist the urge to tell. But that didn't work too well.
It seemed as if her mouth wasn't responding to her brain. She blurted out to her mother, "I don't love Gordo and now he hates me and then I kissed Gordo so now Ethan hates me!"
Her mother looked stunned. She had actually gotten Lizzie to tell her what was going on in her life.
Half joyful that Lizzie was sharing the details, half sad because of what her daughter was going through she said, "Oh Lizzie! I'm sorry. Come inside and we'll talk this all out."
Lizzie suddenly regretted ever telling her mother. Of course she really didn't explain all the details, it was more like a sentence.
She plopped down on the couch. Mrs. McGuire came right over.
"You still wanna talk?" Mrs. McGuire asked.
"I don't know", Lizzie shrugged, "I guess I might as well."
"Alright", Mrs. McGuire, "now what happened again?"
Lizzie began her story, "Well it all started after Gordo and I broke up. I was tutoring Ethan, you remember. Well, anyway when we got back the scores for the test that we were studying for he kissed me. Oh, but it didn't mean anything or at least I thought and then Gordo got all angry. Then I started to go out with Ethan and then Gordo said he loved me but I didn't love him back but then I kissed him and then Ethan saw and now Ethan's angry at me and I really, really like Ethan." Lizzie took a deep breath. She had let it all out.
"Wow", was the only word Mrs. McGuire could get out, "That's a lot of things going on."
Lizzie nodded.
"Oh, poor thing", she said as she hugged Lizzie, "but you know that what you did was wrong."
"Which thing?" asked Lizzie which didn't make her feel too good about herself.
"When you kissed Gordo", said Mrs. McGuire as she stroked her daughter's hair.
"And how do I fix that", asked Lizzie.
"I think that you need to apologize to Ethan and Gordo", she said.
"But I did and they're both still angry."
"Lizzie, give both of them some time to cool. You kissed another guy. Ethan has the right to be angry. And Gordo may be angry just because you just kissed him an didn't seem to care."
"I guess you're right", said Lizzie.
"I'm your mother, I'm always right", said Mrs. McGuire. She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "I have to go pick up your brother, I'll be right back. Bye."
"Bye", said Lizzie with a little wave, "hey mom", said Lizzie before her mother left.
"Yes?"
"Thanks."
Mrs. McGuire smiled and left.
'So I guess that's why mothers are useful' Lizzie thought.
*
"I can't believe that your mother made you feel better about this whole thing", said Miranda as she stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
"She had a lot of wise things to say", replied Lizzie as she took some ice cream also.
"Whatever", said Miranda, "So what did she say?"
"She said I should give Ethan and Gordo some time to cool off. Which I guess makes sense."
They stuffed their faces for a few moments.
"Hey Lizzie?"
"Yea Miranda?"
"What'll you do Ethan doesn't forgive you?"
Thanks a bunch to reviewers!! I got plenty more reviews on chapter eleven. Yay!
Okay I would've updated yesterday but every time I logged on to fanfiction.net it was either too slow or wouldn't load at all. But now it's working so now I can update, yippee!
Why Mothers Are Useful
"I screwed it all up", complained a teary eyed Lizzie as she slammed her hand hard against the stall door in the girl's bathroom.
"No you didn't," said Miranda trying to console her friend.
"Yes I did", said Lizzie, "I ruined it with Gordo, and now I really screwed it up with Ethan and now." her lip began to quiver as she started to let out another sob.
"Lizzie", said Miranda putting her arm around her, "put yourself together here!"
"I can't Miranda", she said through tears.
"Yes you can", she said encouraging her, "you just need some time to grieve."
"I'm not as strong as you," she said as her glossy eyes glanced over to Miranda, "I'm Lizzie, the wimp."
"No you're not. Hey I have an idea if you don't want to continue with the rest of the day, how about you try faking sick so that you can go home", said Miranda, "and then I can come over later."
Lizzie sniffed. Miranda was right, "okay", she replied quietly.
Lizzie came into the nurses complaining that her stomach hurts and that she had a bad cold, which it really looked like she did. The nurse, even after seeing that she didn't have a fever knew that something was wrong and called Lizzie's mom.
Mrs. McGuire arrived quickly and picked up her daughter.
"So", said Mrs. McGuire, "a bad cold, hunh?"
"Yea", said Lizzie. She didn't even have to fake sounding miserable, "and my stomach hurts."
"That's funny", she said as she turned the steering wheel, "I don't remember you having a cold this morning."
"Well I do now," said Lizzie, annoyed. She didn't feel like talking.
I a matter of minutes they were home. Lizzie tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Mom", said Lizzie as she tugged at the door's handle, "I kinda can't get out."
"I know", said Mrs. McGuire. She smiled at her brightly, which was a sign that she knew or wanted to know something.
"What's up?" she said.
"Um, nothing now can I go?" she said impatiently.
Mrs. McGuire sighed, "Lizzie is there something wrong?"
"No", replied Lizzie.
"Lizzie", said Mrs. McGuire, "I know that you're not sick. You couldn't possibly have developed a cold in four hours. You seem upset about something. What is it?"
"Am I not able to be sick or something?" said Lizzie.
"No", replied Mrs. McGuire, "it's just I know when something's wrong."
Lizzie wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't tell her mother of all people. She tried to resist the urge to tell. But that didn't work too well.
It seemed as if her mouth wasn't responding to her brain. She blurted out to her mother, "I don't love Gordo and now he hates me and then I kissed Gordo so now Ethan hates me!"
Her mother looked stunned. She had actually gotten Lizzie to tell her what was going on in her life.
Half joyful that Lizzie was sharing the details, half sad because of what her daughter was going through she said, "Oh Lizzie! I'm sorry. Come inside and we'll talk this all out."
Lizzie suddenly regretted ever telling her mother. Of course she really didn't explain all the details, it was more like a sentence.
She plopped down on the couch. Mrs. McGuire came right over.
"You still wanna talk?" Mrs. McGuire asked.
"I don't know", Lizzie shrugged, "I guess I might as well."
"Alright", Mrs. McGuire, "now what happened again?"
Lizzie began her story, "Well it all started after Gordo and I broke up. I was tutoring Ethan, you remember. Well, anyway when we got back the scores for the test that we were studying for he kissed me. Oh, but it didn't mean anything or at least I thought and then Gordo got all angry. Then I started to go out with Ethan and then Gordo said he loved me but I didn't love him back but then I kissed him and then Ethan saw and now Ethan's angry at me and I really, really like Ethan." Lizzie took a deep breath. She had let it all out.
"Wow", was the only word Mrs. McGuire could get out, "That's a lot of things going on."
Lizzie nodded.
"Oh, poor thing", she said as she hugged Lizzie, "but you know that what you did was wrong."
"Which thing?" asked Lizzie which didn't make her feel too good about herself.
"When you kissed Gordo", said Mrs. McGuire as she stroked her daughter's hair.
"And how do I fix that", asked Lizzie.
"I think that you need to apologize to Ethan and Gordo", she said.
"But I did and they're both still angry."
"Lizzie, give both of them some time to cool. You kissed another guy. Ethan has the right to be angry. And Gordo may be angry just because you just kissed him an didn't seem to care."
"I guess you're right", said Lizzie.
"I'm your mother, I'm always right", said Mrs. McGuire. She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "I have to go pick up your brother, I'll be right back. Bye."
"Bye", said Lizzie with a little wave, "hey mom", said Lizzie before her mother left.
"Yes?"
"Thanks."
Mrs. McGuire smiled and left.
'So I guess that's why mothers are useful' Lizzie thought.
*
"I can't believe that your mother made you feel better about this whole thing", said Miranda as she stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
"She had a lot of wise things to say", replied Lizzie as she took some ice cream also.
"Whatever", said Miranda, "So what did she say?"
"She said I should give Ethan and Gordo some time to cool off. Which I guess makes sense."
They stuffed their faces for a few moments.
"Hey Lizzie?"
"Yea Miranda?"
"What'll you do Ethan doesn't forgive you?"