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Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. If I did, Adam would keep his hair a little more under control. I like itin the show, but near the end it gets a little...and have you seen him in the preview for the movie?!
This is Miranda's POV again
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"And then I kissed Gordo on the cheek, right as the camera snapped!"
I pretended to smile. Lizzie could be so dense sometimes. Sure, I had made up with them. But that didn't mean she should freely gab about her and Gordo's relationship. It still hurt.
I heard the door slam downstairs. Matt was home. "I'll...be right back..."
I ran out into the hall. "You ditched me."
Matt raised his eyebrows. "You ditched me first."
I dropped my jaw dramatically. "I didn't leave the place without saying where I was going, or even saying goodbye. Thats ditching." I paused. "Where did you go off to?"
Matt shuffled over to his door. "I went somewhere with Melina..." He didn't want to talk, I could tell."
I wiped some red stuff off his neck. "So I see...Lipstick..."
Matt rubbed at his face with his sleeve. "Who cares? We broke up."
I stopped. "Oh...Matt, I'm sorry."
He shrugged. "Its okay...I'm the one who did the breaking." He slumped against the wall, and slid to the floor. "You see...Melina was so...bad for me. Like, if life were a soap opera, Melina would be the evil vixen who seduced everybody but nobody really liked."
I laughed. "Didn't know they had those in sixth grade."
"Well, they do."
I sat on the floor next to him. "Well, you're better off without her, then. Like you said to me- there's someone out there thats perfect for you. Someone sweeter and nicer and prettier."
"But I can't think of anyone sweeter or nicer or prettier than you."
I stared at Matt for a second. "Thats very...um...sweet."
Matt covered his eyes. "I shouldn't have said that! Now you're going to freak out and run away!"
I pried his hands off his eyes. "No, I'm not. That was a very nice compliment, Matt."
Matt beamed. And for some reason, it made me feel kind of...good. Like I was loved, even if it was by a twelve year old.
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I woke up the next morning refreshed.
The smell of bacon and pancakes was coming from downstairs. I rolled out of Lizzie's bed and slipped on my favorite houseshoes, the pink ones with cherries on them. (1)
Lizzie was still asleep. I went downstairs sloly. "That smells so good, Mrs. McGui- Matt?"
Matt looked up from a frying pan full of bacon. "Before you get any ideas, this is MY breakfast."
I laughed. "Okay..." I said in a mopey voice, pulling some Rice Crispies out of the cabinet, "I guess I'll eat this boring... dry...cereal..." I sighed again, sticking out my lower lip.
Matt rolled his eyes, and piled some bacon and pancakes on a plate. "Enjoy."
"Thank you very much, Mr. McGuire." I curtsyed.
He bowed.
We laughed.
"Matt, do I smell bacon? Give me some!" Lizzie came down the stairs groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"No," Matt said, "This is mine. Go away. Eat cereal."
I sat down, and took a bite of bacon, wacthing the scene. Mmm...good bacon.
"Gimme some bacon, you little dweeb! Some pancakes, too!"
"Make your own! Or eat cereal!"
Lizzie made a grab for the plate, which Matt snatched away. "Why do you always have to be so difficult? Give me some bacon before I smack you!"
God...I never noticed how mean Lizzie was to Matt. Maybe I always thought he deserved it...but she had been snappy with him from the second she came downstairs. I wouldn't give her any bacon, either.
"Matt! I'm hungry!"
"Maybe," I said, waving my bacon thoughtfully in the air, "He would give you some if you were a little nicer."
Lizzie jerked her head around and stared at me. "What?"
"Be a a little nicer," I said, "I asked nicely, and he gave me some."
Lizzie scowled. "Sorry if I don't flirt with twelve year olds to get my breakfast."
My jaw dropped. Flirt? I did not flirt with Matt.
...did I?
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Yay! I like this chapter best! What about you? You can tell me in a REVIEW! (nice things to recieve, reviews...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. If I did, Adam would keep his hair a little more under control. I like itin the show, but near the end it gets a little...and have you seen him in the preview for the movie?!
This is Miranda's POV again
**********
"And then I kissed Gordo on the cheek, right as the camera snapped!"
I pretended to smile. Lizzie could be so dense sometimes. Sure, I had made up with them. But that didn't mean she should freely gab about her and Gordo's relationship. It still hurt.
I heard the door slam downstairs. Matt was home. "I'll...be right back..."
I ran out into the hall. "You ditched me."
Matt raised his eyebrows. "You ditched me first."
I dropped my jaw dramatically. "I didn't leave the place without saying where I was going, or even saying goodbye. Thats ditching." I paused. "Where did you go off to?"
Matt shuffled over to his door. "I went somewhere with Melina..." He didn't want to talk, I could tell."
I wiped some red stuff off his neck. "So I see...Lipstick..."
Matt rubbed at his face with his sleeve. "Who cares? We broke up."
I stopped. "Oh...Matt, I'm sorry."
He shrugged. "Its okay...I'm the one who did the breaking." He slumped against the wall, and slid to the floor. "You see...Melina was so...bad for me. Like, if life were a soap opera, Melina would be the evil vixen who seduced everybody but nobody really liked."
I laughed. "Didn't know they had those in sixth grade."
"Well, they do."
I sat on the floor next to him. "Well, you're better off without her, then. Like you said to me- there's someone out there thats perfect for you. Someone sweeter and nicer and prettier."
"But I can't think of anyone sweeter or nicer or prettier than you."
I stared at Matt for a second. "Thats very...um...sweet."
Matt covered his eyes. "I shouldn't have said that! Now you're going to freak out and run away!"
I pried his hands off his eyes. "No, I'm not. That was a very nice compliment, Matt."
Matt beamed. And for some reason, it made me feel kind of...good. Like I was loved, even if it was by a twelve year old.
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I woke up the next morning refreshed.
The smell of bacon and pancakes was coming from downstairs. I rolled out of Lizzie's bed and slipped on my favorite houseshoes, the pink ones with cherries on them. (1)
Lizzie was still asleep. I went downstairs sloly. "That smells so good, Mrs. McGui- Matt?"
Matt looked up from a frying pan full of bacon. "Before you get any ideas, this is MY breakfast."
I laughed. "Okay..." I said in a mopey voice, pulling some Rice Crispies out of the cabinet, "I guess I'll eat this boring... dry...cereal..." I sighed again, sticking out my lower lip.
Matt rolled his eyes, and piled some bacon and pancakes on a plate. "Enjoy."
"Thank you very much, Mr. McGuire." I curtsyed.
He bowed.
We laughed.
"Matt, do I smell bacon? Give me some!" Lizzie came down the stairs groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"No," Matt said, "This is mine. Go away. Eat cereal."
I sat down, and took a bite of bacon, wacthing the scene. Mmm...good bacon.
"Gimme some bacon, you little dweeb! Some pancakes, too!"
"Make your own! Or eat cereal!"
Lizzie made a grab for the plate, which Matt snatched away. "Why do you always have to be so difficult? Give me some bacon before I smack you!"
God...I never noticed how mean Lizzie was to Matt. Maybe I always thought he deserved it...but she had been snappy with him from the second she came downstairs. I wouldn't give her any bacon, either.
"Matt! I'm hungry!"
"Maybe," I said, waving my bacon thoughtfully in the air, "He would give you some if you were a little nicer."
Lizzie jerked her head around and stared at me. "What?"
"Be a a little nicer," I said, "I asked nicely, and he gave me some."
Lizzie scowled. "Sorry if I don't flirt with twelve year olds to get my breakfast."
My jaw dropped. Flirt? I did not flirt with Matt.
...did I?
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