"Rewind"
Chapter: 1
By: Sesen
eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, or any of the characters. I don't even own the title. Thanks, Tiff!!!
A/N: The *'s indicate notes/eMAILs.
A/N: This chapter is jumpy, but it WILL flow better later. This is a L/G fic, and Kate is still freinds with them in later chapters... it will mostly take place in the summer after 4th grade, starting in chapter 2. The first paragraph will be explained later on, also. Plus, some Miranda/Larry later on... PLEASE R&R!!!
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The summer of '96 changed my whole life. My world turned upside down. I had just made best friends with a nice brunette who had just moved to Hillridge from Mexico, Danny Kessler just began to "blossom", making every girl, except me, notice him, and I was being asked out incessantly by a short kid with blonde hair named Ethan Craft. But the thing that changed the most that summer was my relationship with my best friend. I fell in love with David Gordon. The story is long, and in some parts, you'll laugh, in some you'll cry, and in some, you'll look at aspects of your own life, and relate some of mine to yours. Consider yourself warned. But in order to tell you what happened that summer, I have to start from my very first memory. My first day of Preschool.
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"Lizbeth, I'm scared. What if they all hate me?"
"Davy, no one can hate you. You're too nice. Now come ON!" I grabbed his arm, and pulled him into Mrs. Jackson's room. We began to look around for friendly people, and one girl in particular seemed as nervous as us. I looked at David, as he was known then, and he smiled, as if reading my mind. I let go of his arm, and we walked over to the blonde. "Hi. I'm Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. But Davy calls me Lizbeth." I said, gesturing to David. "What's your name?"
"I'm Kate Sanders. I moved from New York last year, and they lost my school record, so I have to re-do Preschool." She said, smiling at us.
"Well, Davy and I will be really nice to you. Can we sit here?"
She nodded, and David and I sat down next to her, picking up a few crayons. I drew a sun, in my favorite color. Yellow.
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That's all I remember from that year. The next event that will help me explain my situation happened in first grade, two years later.
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"Lizzie, sweetie, your dad and I have some news for you." I sat down at the dinner table, which was relatively big for three people. I looked at them, curious to know what they were about to tell me. "We're going to have a baby. A boy, actually. You're going to be a big sister!"
"What?" To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year.
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The next thing I remember was being in David's room, pacing in front of the bed he was sitting on. "I just don't get why they would want another kid. I mean, am I not a good enough kid?"
"Of course you are, Lizzie."
But I wasn't even hearing him. "But why would they want a BABY!?! They're smelly. And a boy? Twice as smelly as a girl baby."
"Hey!!" David seemed rather defensive. But why?
"What?"
"Um, Lizzie? I'M a boy!"
I cocked my head to the right, confused, and trying to figure him out. "No you're not. You're David."
He rolled his eyes, and moved over on his bed, to give me enough room to sit next to him. I took the opportunity, and plopped down, rather angry. "Lizzie, it'll all be okay. You're going to love this baby. He's going to be you're brother. Now, you'll fight, he'll make you cry, but in the end, you'll get along. I promise."
I looked at him, then burst into tears. "But David, why do they want another kid? Am I not enough? Am I not what they wanted in the first place?"
He pulled me into his lap, and hugged me, rocking me. I stopped crying within a few minutes. I just felt so safe with him. I fell asleep in his embrace, which is good, because I was sleeping over anyways. I woke up to the smell of bacon, and was in his bed. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes, and looked around the room, only to find David asleep in my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag. The only difference was that he had his pillow, and I had mine. I smiled at him, and just crawled to the end of the bed, to watch him sleep.
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We only had two months left of fourth grade, when Miranda Sanchez came to Hillridge. When I found out she was from Mexico, I expected her to not speak a word of English, but it turned out that she was fluent. We quickly became the best of friends, and we have been ever since. I remember it took Gordo - as he had somehow come to be known as - a while to accept her, but the "while" was only about three days. He couldn't help but love Miranda's sarcasm, and wit. Kate was really welcoming to her, too, and we used to have "girl's night in''s all the time. I remember one time in particular.
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::RING, RING, RING::
"Maybe he isn't home, Miranda."
"Of course he is, Kate. He's either with us, out with his parents, or home. And we know he's not here, and his parents are 'supervising a peer group', as Mrs. Gordon put it. So, he's home."
I smiled at my two best friends. Well, two of the three I had. Miranda and Kate were like an old married couple. They always bicker, yet love each other to death. Miranda is an only child, and has said many times since she moved that she now has two sisters and a brother.
::RI-::
"Hello?"
"Finally, Gordo!"
I grabbed the phone. "Gordo, we're bored. We already watched 'Harriet the Spy' twice, and listened to the entire Hanson disc. HELP!"
"Look, Liz? It's 9:00. Why don't you try SLEEPING?"
I tried to think of a good enough answer. "If you come over, we can prank call Ethan."
I could practically hear Gordo smile on the other end. "Okay. But on one condition. You can NOT put make up on me."
"Cross my heart."
Twenty minutes later, Gordo showed up at the Sander's home, sleeping bag in tow.
"Finally. Come on, Ethan might even be asleep by now!" Kate complained.
"Well, I'm sorry! It took a lot of time to tell my babysitter the whole story, then get a hold of my parents to tell them."
I smiled at my best friend. His life was really hard. He never saw his parents, and spent almost four nights a week at my house. I turned to Miranda and Kate, who had been watching the exchange silently, and asked, "So now what do you wanna do?"
Miranda and Kate exchanged a glance, then turned back to Gordo and I. Uh-oh. They had that wicked smile on their faces. That could only mean one thing... "Truth or dare!!!"
"Okay. Who's first?" Gordo asked, as he sat down on the floor. We all followed his example, and were soon in a circle.
"Okay. Lizzie. Truth or dare?" Kate asked.
"Dare." I hated truths. They were always stuff I didn't want anyone to know. Plus, I never back out on a dare. At least, I never did until today...
"I dare you, to..." I could tell Kate was thinking. A smile suddenly flashed across her face. "I dare you, Lizzie, to kiss Gordo!"
My mouth hung open for a moment. "NO WAY!!!!" I was angry. It'd be like kissing Miranda. We were best friends, nothing more!
"Well, I WAS gonna say on the cheek, but since you said no... fifteen seconds, on the lips."
I groaned. But it was truth or dare. I spun to face Gordo, and said to Kate, "Start counting!!!" And kissed him, my best friend, on the lips. Okay, we were in fourth grade, so there was no tongue, but it was amazing nonetheless. I had managed to move my mouth a bit so that is seemed more like a real kiss. I remember thinking that I must be crazy. I was enjoying this!!!
"Three, two, one," Kate counted off. "Zero! Okay, times up!" We didn't pull apart. I barely even heard her. "LIZZIE! TIME'S UP!"
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I finally snapped back, and pulled away from him. But in that moment, I knew I'd never be the same. I had fallen in love with my best friend. And so here my story begins. In the summer before fifth grade...
Chapter: 1
By: Sesen
eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, or any of the characters. I don't even own the title. Thanks, Tiff!!!
A/N: The *'s indicate notes/eMAILs.
A/N: This chapter is jumpy, but it WILL flow better later. This is a L/G fic, and Kate is still freinds with them in later chapters... it will mostly take place in the summer after 4th grade, starting in chapter 2. The first paragraph will be explained later on, also. Plus, some Miranda/Larry later on... PLEASE R&R!!!
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The summer of '96 changed my whole life. My world turned upside down. I had just made best friends with a nice brunette who had just moved to Hillridge from Mexico, Danny Kessler just began to "blossom", making every girl, except me, notice him, and I was being asked out incessantly by a short kid with blonde hair named Ethan Craft. But the thing that changed the most that summer was my relationship with my best friend. I fell in love with David Gordon. The story is long, and in some parts, you'll laugh, in some you'll cry, and in some, you'll look at aspects of your own life, and relate some of mine to yours. Consider yourself warned. But in order to tell you what happened that summer, I have to start from my very first memory. My first day of Preschool.
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"Lizbeth, I'm scared. What if they all hate me?"
"Davy, no one can hate you. You're too nice. Now come ON!" I grabbed his arm, and pulled him into Mrs. Jackson's room. We began to look around for friendly people, and one girl in particular seemed as nervous as us. I looked at David, as he was known then, and he smiled, as if reading my mind. I let go of his arm, and we walked over to the blonde. "Hi. I'm Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. But Davy calls me Lizbeth." I said, gesturing to David. "What's your name?"
"I'm Kate Sanders. I moved from New York last year, and they lost my school record, so I have to re-do Preschool." She said, smiling at us.
"Well, Davy and I will be really nice to you. Can we sit here?"
She nodded, and David and I sat down next to her, picking up a few crayons. I drew a sun, in my favorite color. Yellow.
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That's all I remember from that year. The next event that will help me explain my situation happened in first grade, two years later.
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"Lizzie, sweetie, your dad and I have some news for you." I sat down at the dinner table, which was relatively big for three people. I looked at them, curious to know what they were about to tell me. "We're going to have a baby. A boy, actually. You're going to be a big sister!"
"What?" To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year.
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The next thing I remember was being in David's room, pacing in front of the bed he was sitting on. "I just don't get why they would want another kid. I mean, am I not a good enough kid?"
"Of course you are, Lizzie."
But I wasn't even hearing him. "But why would they want a BABY!?! They're smelly. And a boy? Twice as smelly as a girl baby."
"Hey!!" David seemed rather defensive. But why?
"What?"
"Um, Lizzie? I'M a boy!"
I cocked my head to the right, confused, and trying to figure him out. "No you're not. You're David."
He rolled his eyes, and moved over on his bed, to give me enough room to sit next to him. I took the opportunity, and plopped down, rather angry. "Lizzie, it'll all be okay. You're going to love this baby. He's going to be you're brother. Now, you'll fight, he'll make you cry, but in the end, you'll get along. I promise."
I looked at him, then burst into tears. "But David, why do they want another kid? Am I not enough? Am I not what they wanted in the first place?"
He pulled me into his lap, and hugged me, rocking me. I stopped crying within a few minutes. I just felt so safe with him. I fell asleep in his embrace, which is good, because I was sleeping over anyways. I woke up to the smell of bacon, and was in his bed. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes, and looked around the room, only to find David asleep in my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag. The only difference was that he had his pillow, and I had mine. I smiled at him, and just crawled to the end of the bed, to watch him sleep.
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We only had two months left of fourth grade, when Miranda Sanchez came to Hillridge. When I found out she was from Mexico, I expected her to not speak a word of English, but it turned out that she was fluent. We quickly became the best of friends, and we have been ever since. I remember it took Gordo - as he had somehow come to be known as - a while to accept her, but the "while" was only about three days. He couldn't help but love Miranda's sarcasm, and wit. Kate was really welcoming to her, too, and we used to have "girl's night in''s all the time. I remember one time in particular.
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::RING, RING, RING::
"Maybe he isn't home, Miranda."
"Of course he is, Kate. He's either with us, out with his parents, or home. And we know he's not here, and his parents are 'supervising a peer group', as Mrs. Gordon put it. So, he's home."
I smiled at my two best friends. Well, two of the three I had. Miranda and Kate were like an old married couple. They always bicker, yet love each other to death. Miranda is an only child, and has said many times since she moved that she now has two sisters and a brother.
::RI-::
"Hello?"
"Finally, Gordo!"
I grabbed the phone. "Gordo, we're bored. We already watched 'Harriet the Spy' twice, and listened to the entire Hanson disc. HELP!"
"Look, Liz? It's 9:00. Why don't you try SLEEPING?"
I tried to think of a good enough answer. "If you come over, we can prank call Ethan."
I could practically hear Gordo smile on the other end. "Okay. But on one condition. You can NOT put make up on me."
"Cross my heart."
Twenty minutes later, Gordo showed up at the Sander's home, sleeping bag in tow.
"Finally. Come on, Ethan might even be asleep by now!" Kate complained.
"Well, I'm sorry! It took a lot of time to tell my babysitter the whole story, then get a hold of my parents to tell them."
I smiled at my best friend. His life was really hard. He never saw his parents, and spent almost four nights a week at my house. I turned to Miranda and Kate, who had been watching the exchange silently, and asked, "So now what do you wanna do?"
Miranda and Kate exchanged a glance, then turned back to Gordo and I. Uh-oh. They had that wicked smile on their faces. That could only mean one thing... "Truth or dare!!!"
"Okay. Who's first?" Gordo asked, as he sat down on the floor. We all followed his example, and were soon in a circle.
"Okay. Lizzie. Truth or dare?" Kate asked.
"Dare." I hated truths. They were always stuff I didn't want anyone to know. Plus, I never back out on a dare. At least, I never did until today...
"I dare you, to..." I could tell Kate was thinking. A smile suddenly flashed across her face. "I dare you, Lizzie, to kiss Gordo!"
My mouth hung open for a moment. "NO WAY!!!!" I was angry. It'd be like kissing Miranda. We were best friends, nothing more!
"Well, I WAS gonna say on the cheek, but since you said no... fifteen seconds, on the lips."
I groaned. But it was truth or dare. I spun to face Gordo, and said to Kate, "Start counting!!!" And kissed him, my best friend, on the lips. Okay, we were in fourth grade, so there was no tongue, but it was amazing nonetheless. I had managed to move my mouth a bit so that is seemed more like a real kiss. I remember thinking that I must be crazy. I was enjoying this!!!
"Three, two, one," Kate counted off. "Zero! Okay, times up!" We didn't pull apart. I barely even heard her. "LIZZIE! TIME'S UP!"
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I finally snapped back, and pulled away from him. But in that moment, I knew I'd never be the same. I had fallen in love with my best friend. And so here my story begins. In the summer before fifth grade...