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Stupid Internet, it wouldn't let me log on to fanfiction.net! Every time I tried I would get something like "web page not responding". Grrrrrrrr! Oh well, I'm sure you are totally not interested about my Internet woes so here goes the story.
Take It Back
Lizzie hadn't moved or had spoken in five minutes. She didn't know what to respond to Miranda's question. What would she do it Ethan didn't forgive her? It wasn't something that even she had thought of.
"I. I, um", Lizzie couldn't find the words.
"Well?" asked Miranda, "answer."
"I, um, um.." Lizzie stuttered still unable to think of her answer.
"I don't know what I do", said Lizzie as she leaned back in her chair, "I mean, I love him. What could I do?"
Miranda suddenly felt more sorry for her helpless friend, "I guess that's a good answer. I'll accept it."
"I don't think I could even face him again," she said looking down at the floor.
If only she could go back in time and change what she had done. If only she had never kissed Gordo.
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Ethan needed to punch something. He needed to get all his anger and frustration out. But he didn't know what to do.
The image of Lizzie and Gordo kept replaying in his head, which long kiss that tore him up inside.
He needed his Lizzie back. He needed her be there by his side. But then he would remember what she did, how she betrayed him. He tried to erase that horrible thought. But everything reminded him of her, he couldn't get her out of his head. She was haunting him, trying to tell him they'd made their mistakes and that they both loved eachother and needed to be back together.
Ethan hung his head down and kicked a soda can as he walked on the sidewalk. He missed her so much. It was weird. He had never thought that way about a girl, not even Kate. He had often wondered how he came to love Lizzie. He still couldn't figure it out. If it were back in middle school, he would've been convinced that she wasn't his romantic type but once it came to high school he rethought that decision.
He walked along and remembered when he began falling for Lizzie for the first time.
{Flashback}
It was the first day of school. Everyone was nervous and excited at the same time, especially the freshman.
The seniors paraded the halls like they owned the place. It was their year to run the school.
The others, the sophomores and the juniors just rolled their eyes at the seniors. They weren't as "tough" as they wanted everyone believed. They just remembered like last year when they were the lowly ones.
The freshmen were in daze. They were amazed at high school. It was so different from their old middle school environment.
Ethan didn't seemed as stressed. He knew eventually most of the popular would be taken by his looks and charm and invite him to hang out with the popular people.
He waved to numerous people. Then he saw some girl. She looked somewhat familiar but he needed to get a better look.
She was about five foot six with long, wavy blonde hair that reached just below the shoulders. She was wearing a dark blue peasant blouse, dark blue denim jeans, and a pair of black sandals. She leaned against her locker, looking like she was waiting for someone.
Ethan thought she was so beautiful, even more so then Kate. Kate was beautiful but only because of the layers of makeup she applied everyday and all those tight clothes. In other words, Kate seemed fake to him.
Ethan knew that she reminded him of someone but he couldn't exactly think who she was. He watched her as she waited, looking down at her watch every few seconds.
"Lizzie!" said a girl with short, black hair wearing some plaid pants and a black shirt that spelled "rocker" and numerous bracelets. It was Miranda Sanchez. Only she could've worn an outfit like that.
Ethan looked on in disbelief. THAT was Lizzie? It couldn't be, no, it can't be. She was so mature looking. She had changed so much. He hair was longer and she never wore the loud, mismatched of the seventh grade and just the way she carried herself was different.
He looked on as they discussed about how excited they were that they finally in high school. Then a boy with messy, curly, dark brown hair walked over to them.
"Hey guys!" he said. It was Gordo.
"Hey", said Lizzie smiling at him. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed.
Ethan, still staring suddenly felt a jolt of jealousy. For once he wished that he were the one kissing Lizzie McGuire.
His jealous thoughts were disrupted by a soft tap on his shoulder, "hey Ethan", a voice whispered in his ear.
"Hey Kate", he replied turning his head so that face her. She kissed passionately on the lips, as an attempt to make all the other girls around them jealous and also to claim her territory.
But as they were kissing Ethan couldn't help but still try to get a glimpse of Lizzie. What was he thinking? Well whatever he was thinking, he liked it..
{End Flashback}
Ethan gulped. He still felt those feelings. He tried to stay strong that day that Lizzie came up to him, pleading for his forgiveness and of course saying that she loved him.
He took in a shaky breath. He thought about Lizzie, his innocent, sweet Lizzie. Lizzie who didn't deserve the crap that he was giving her. Truth was that he loved her.
It scared him that he actually loved someone. He was thought of as the clueless hot guy that was downright dumb, but still loveable. But he was so much more. He had matured.
Now he knew what he really wanted. He really wanted Lizzie back. And this time he wouldn't let her go.
Stupid Internet, it wouldn't let me log on to fanfiction.net! Every time I tried I would get something like "web page not responding". Grrrrrrrr! Oh well, I'm sure you are totally not interested about my Internet woes so here goes the story.
Take It Back
Lizzie hadn't moved or had spoken in five minutes. She didn't know what to respond to Miranda's question. What would she do it Ethan didn't forgive her? It wasn't something that even she had thought of.
"I. I, um", Lizzie couldn't find the words.
"Well?" asked Miranda, "answer."
"I, um, um.." Lizzie stuttered still unable to think of her answer.
"I don't know what I do", said Lizzie as she leaned back in her chair, "I mean, I love him. What could I do?"
Miranda suddenly felt more sorry for her helpless friend, "I guess that's a good answer. I'll accept it."
"I don't think I could even face him again," she said looking down at the floor.
If only she could go back in time and change what she had done. If only she had never kissed Gordo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ethan needed to punch something. He needed to get all his anger and frustration out. But he didn't know what to do.
The image of Lizzie and Gordo kept replaying in his head, which long kiss that tore him up inside.
He needed his Lizzie back. He needed her be there by his side. But then he would remember what she did, how she betrayed him. He tried to erase that horrible thought. But everything reminded him of her, he couldn't get her out of his head. She was haunting him, trying to tell him they'd made their mistakes and that they both loved eachother and needed to be back together.
Ethan hung his head down and kicked a soda can as he walked on the sidewalk. He missed her so much. It was weird. He had never thought that way about a girl, not even Kate. He had often wondered how he came to love Lizzie. He still couldn't figure it out. If it were back in middle school, he would've been convinced that she wasn't his romantic type but once it came to high school he rethought that decision.
He walked along and remembered when he began falling for Lizzie for the first time.
{Flashback}
It was the first day of school. Everyone was nervous and excited at the same time, especially the freshman.
The seniors paraded the halls like they owned the place. It was their year to run the school.
The others, the sophomores and the juniors just rolled their eyes at the seniors. They weren't as "tough" as they wanted everyone believed. They just remembered like last year when they were the lowly ones.
The freshmen were in daze. They were amazed at high school. It was so different from their old middle school environment.
Ethan didn't seemed as stressed. He knew eventually most of the popular would be taken by his looks and charm and invite him to hang out with the popular people.
He waved to numerous people. Then he saw some girl. She looked somewhat familiar but he needed to get a better look.
She was about five foot six with long, wavy blonde hair that reached just below the shoulders. She was wearing a dark blue peasant blouse, dark blue denim jeans, and a pair of black sandals. She leaned against her locker, looking like she was waiting for someone.
Ethan thought she was so beautiful, even more so then Kate. Kate was beautiful but only because of the layers of makeup she applied everyday and all those tight clothes. In other words, Kate seemed fake to him.
Ethan knew that she reminded him of someone but he couldn't exactly think who she was. He watched her as she waited, looking down at her watch every few seconds.
"Lizzie!" said a girl with short, black hair wearing some plaid pants and a black shirt that spelled "rocker" and numerous bracelets. It was Miranda Sanchez. Only she could've worn an outfit like that.
Ethan looked on in disbelief. THAT was Lizzie? It couldn't be, no, it can't be. She was so mature looking. She had changed so much. He hair was longer and she never wore the loud, mismatched of the seventh grade and just the way she carried herself was different.
He looked on as they discussed about how excited they were that they finally in high school. Then a boy with messy, curly, dark brown hair walked over to them.
"Hey guys!" he said. It was Gordo.
"Hey", said Lizzie smiling at him. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed.
Ethan, still staring suddenly felt a jolt of jealousy. For once he wished that he were the one kissing Lizzie McGuire.
His jealous thoughts were disrupted by a soft tap on his shoulder, "hey Ethan", a voice whispered in his ear.
"Hey Kate", he replied turning his head so that face her. She kissed passionately on the lips, as an attempt to make all the other girls around them jealous and also to claim her territory.
But as they were kissing Ethan couldn't help but still try to get a glimpse of Lizzie. What was he thinking? Well whatever he was thinking, he liked it..
{End Flashback}
Ethan gulped. He still felt those feelings. He tried to stay strong that day that Lizzie came up to him, pleading for his forgiveness and of course saying that she loved him.
He took in a shaky breath. He thought about Lizzie, his innocent, sweet Lizzie. Lizzie who didn't deserve the crap that he was giving her. Truth was that he loved her.
It scared him that he actually loved someone. He was thought of as the clueless hot guy that was downright dumb, but still loveable. But he was so much more. He had matured.
Now he knew what he really wanted. He really wanted Lizzie back. And this time he wouldn't let her go.