Okay, I'm obsessed with Even Stevens/Lizzie McGuire crossovers. I really am. I have no idea why, but I just am. I don't really want to write the whole cast of ES into this b/c I like the LM characters better, but there's something I've been dying to write. I don't want to ruin it first chapter, but you'll see when I post more. =)
Disclaimer: I'm 15 years old with no job and no money. If I owned Lizzie McGuire, I'd be using a MUCH better computer than this. Trust me.
So if you guys will be so kind as to review if you think I should continue, or if you think that I shouldn't. Seriously, it'd mean a lot. I've done fics in the past, but this is the first LM one in a while. Let me know what you think!
- The Elfin One
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"Lizzie, you do not even know how great it was," Miranda Sanchez gushed to her best friend as they walked up to the dark haired one's room. "I mean, whoo-hoo, family, or whatever," she added dully, "but the other part was good. So good. Great, actually. Fabulous. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredible!"
"Calm down, girl!" Lizzie giggled, "You're sounding like me. How many adjectives can you use to describe great, anyway?"
"Hand me a thesaurus and I'm sure I could name a lot," Miranda countered, laughing as she turned the knob with her free hand. The other hand was carrying a paper plate with cookies on it, while Lizzie carried two glasses of milk. Technically, they weren't glasses. They were plastic cups in assorted colors, but cups of milk sounds like you're measuring something.
"Hey, I love what you did with the place," Lizzie complimented as they walked into Miranda's room. Her comforter was camouflage while the walls were a deep green color. Her desk with her computer sat in one corner, the bed in another, with a big area of space on the floor. A green mat covered most of the floor, and there were two bean bag chairs resting in the middle. Miranda pulled out a fold up table type of thing and placed it between the chairs, placing the cookies on it. She then took the milk from Lizzie, placing it there too.
"Thanks," Miranda replied. "You take a theme, you run with it. But not too far because you might get lost. But if you want, get a map. Maps are usually helpful."
"What are you babbling on about?" Lizzie asked.
"I have no idea," Miranda confessed.
"Okay," the blonde laughed. "So tell me more about this guy."
The guy they were talking about was one that Miranda had been gushing about ever since Lizzie got to her house. That was only 7.3 minutes ago, but Miranda had already described him perfectly. Over the summer, Miranda had visited her family in Sacramento. While on the beach one day, she ran into 'him'. He taught her how to surf and they both seemed to share loads of common interests, according to what she had said so far.
"He's so great," Miranda said. "We met up on the beach, right. I was there with the family, all of my cousins and everything, but I was in a super bad mood because my cousins can get really annoying. So I walk off by myself to another part of the beach and I see him just sitting there. I wasn't going to go talk to him, mostly because I didn't even know who he was. So I just walked by, ya know, la la la and what-not, and then he looked up. And I froze."
"Like a deer in the headlights?"
"Yeah, or a cat in the headlights, or dog, or any other animal with headlights shining on them, except monkeys because I don't think they often get stuck in front of headlights, and if they did, I'm sure they could just get out of the way real quick because they're cool."
"Miranda, you're babbling."
"I know," Miranda sighed. "Chickens."
"What?"
"Chickens see lots of headlights," she decided. "I mean, they're always crossing the road and cars drive on roads...."
"Miranda, the guy."
"Right. Thanks. Anyway, so I was going to try to just walk by and play it cool, act as if I didn't notice that he was looking at me, but instead I pulled a Lizzie McGuire."
"Let me guess, you were cute and charming and he just couldn't resist you?" Lizzie asked in a hopeful tone.
"I said I pulled a Lizzie McGuire, not a Reese Witherspoon."
"Oh, so what happened?"
"I tripped over a stick and landed face first in the sand," she confessed.
"I don't trip over sticks," Lizzie argued. "My own feet, sure, but not sticks."
"Whatever, that's not the point. The point is that he was super nice and he helped me up, and my face was so red because I was so embarrassed and I never trip. Never! But he didn't know that, so I told him. I was like 'I never trip, really. My friend does all the time, but I almost never do. This doesn't happen often. And I'm usually better with words.'" Miranda reached to grab a cookie from the plate, but Lizzie smacked her hand away.
"No," Lizzie said. "You are hyper enough. You're talking a mile a minute and I'm barely catching all of this. Anymore sugar and you're going to be bouncing off the walls."
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More coming soon. I know that isn't too long, but I don't want super long chapters. Let me know if you like it and who you think the guy is (It's NOT hard to figure out!)
Disclaimer: I'm 15 years old with no job and no money. If I owned Lizzie McGuire, I'd be using a MUCH better computer than this. Trust me.
So if you guys will be so kind as to review if you think I should continue, or if you think that I shouldn't. Seriously, it'd mean a lot. I've done fics in the past, but this is the first LM one in a while. Let me know what you think!
- The Elfin One
- - - - - -
"Lizzie, you do not even know how great it was," Miranda Sanchez gushed to her best friend as they walked up to the dark haired one's room. "I mean, whoo-hoo, family, or whatever," she added dully, "but the other part was good. So good. Great, actually. Fabulous. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredible!"
"Calm down, girl!" Lizzie giggled, "You're sounding like me. How many adjectives can you use to describe great, anyway?"
"Hand me a thesaurus and I'm sure I could name a lot," Miranda countered, laughing as she turned the knob with her free hand. The other hand was carrying a paper plate with cookies on it, while Lizzie carried two glasses of milk. Technically, they weren't glasses. They were plastic cups in assorted colors, but cups of milk sounds like you're measuring something.
"Hey, I love what you did with the place," Lizzie complimented as they walked into Miranda's room. Her comforter was camouflage while the walls were a deep green color. Her desk with her computer sat in one corner, the bed in another, with a big area of space on the floor. A green mat covered most of the floor, and there were two bean bag chairs resting in the middle. Miranda pulled out a fold up table type of thing and placed it between the chairs, placing the cookies on it. She then took the milk from Lizzie, placing it there too.
"Thanks," Miranda replied. "You take a theme, you run with it. But not too far because you might get lost. But if you want, get a map. Maps are usually helpful."
"What are you babbling on about?" Lizzie asked.
"I have no idea," Miranda confessed.
"Okay," the blonde laughed. "So tell me more about this guy."
The guy they were talking about was one that Miranda had been gushing about ever since Lizzie got to her house. That was only 7.3 minutes ago, but Miranda had already described him perfectly. Over the summer, Miranda had visited her family in Sacramento. While on the beach one day, she ran into 'him'. He taught her how to surf and they both seemed to share loads of common interests, according to what she had said so far.
"He's so great," Miranda said. "We met up on the beach, right. I was there with the family, all of my cousins and everything, but I was in a super bad mood because my cousins can get really annoying. So I walk off by myself to another part of the beach and I see him just sitting there. I wasn't going to go talk to him, mostly because I didn't even know who he was. So I just walked by, ya know, la la la and what-not, and then he looked up. And I froze."
"Like a deer in the headlights?"
"Yeah, or a cat in the headlights, or dog, or any other animal with headlights shining on them, except monkeys because I don't think they often get stuck in front of headlights, and if they did, I'm sure they could just get out of the way real quick because they're cool."
"Miranda, you're babbling."
"I know," Miranda sighed. "Chickens."
"What?"
"Chickens see lots of headlights," she decided. "I mean, they're always crossing the road and cars drive on roads...."
"Miranda, the guy."
"Right. Thanks. Anyway, so I was going to try to just walk by and play it cool, act as if I didn't notice that he was looking at me, but instead I pulled a Lizzie McGuire."
"Let me guess, you were cute and charming and he just couldn't resist you?" Lizzie asked in a hopeful tone.
"I said I pulled a Lizzie McGuire, not a Reese Witherspoon."
"Oh, so what happened?"
"I tripped over a stick and landed face first in the sand," she confessed.
"I don't trip over sticks," Lizzie argued. "My own feet, sure, but not sticks."
"Whatever, that's not the point. The point is that he was super nice and he helped me up, and my face was so red because I was so embarrassed and I never trip. Never! But he didn't know that, so I told him. I was like 'I never trip, really. My friend does all the time, but I almost never do. This doesn't happen often. And I'm usually better with words.'" Miranda reached to grab a cookie from the plate, but Lizzie smacked her hand away.
"No," Lizzie said. "You are hyper enough. You're talking a mile a minute and I'm barely catching all of this. Anymore sugar and you're going to be bouncing off the walls."
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More coming soon. I know that isn't too long, but I don't want super long chapters. Let me know if you like it and who you think the guy is (It's NOT hard to figure out!)
