I was staring at the screen last night, at Ch. 8 of Libby McIntire. I
had written one paragraph,a nd couldn't think of where to go...but I'm not
giving up. Maybe...tongiht I will put it up. If you REALLY wanna see it up,
Email me with Ideas! I could REALLY use them.
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I trudged threw the snow, wondering how I had ever gotten myself into this mess.
It was truly a mess, too. I was in love with Lizzie McGuire. Love, love, love. But at this very moment, she was sitting skiing somewhere in these mountains with her fiance, a one Ethan Craft. I would like to say I ran to her the moment I heard they were engaged, held her in my arms, and told her I loved her.
But if I told you that, well...I'd be lying.
It has been four months since they announced their engagement. Dresses have been ordered, a church has been reserved, and I, David Gordon, have been asked to be the best man.
Of course I agreed. The way Lizzie was beaming...I couldn't do anything but agree.
But suddenly I woke up this morning, grabbed me keys, and drove for hours to get here, where I knew they were skiing in Colorado. I have no idea what possessed me to do it.
Lizzie and Ethan had been a couple since our junior year of high school. Now we were 24, and they were still together. Getting married. They had a two year old daughter named Annmarie. So what were my chances?
Slim to none.
I didn't care. All I knew was that I loved Lizzie and I wanted to be with her. I had known her longer! So why did Ethan Craft get her? He had never shown any romantic interest in her until 11th grade, anyway, while I had loved her since we were in diapers.
I ran my fingers through my hair. It wasn't to say I wasn't partly to blame. At the time Lizzie and Ethan hooked up, I was in a very...um, heated relationship with none other than Kate Sanders. High school changed alot of things. Kate and I were together for a year and a half, and things were quite serious. But I loved Lizzie throughout that time, and Kate realized that. We broke up and Kate started dating Danny Kessler. A few months later she got knocked up and was sent off to live with her aunt.
I stomped the snow off my feet and knocked on the door of Ethan's chateau.
Lizzie answered it. She was red and puffy-eyed and crying. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she threw her arms around me. "How do you always just magically show up when I need you?" she whispered softly into my ear. I fely her warm breath on my neck.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned, as Lizzie pulled back.
"Ethan...he cancelled the wedding. There was this girl at the ski lodge named Becki and he slept with her, then said they maybe we should distance ourselves from each other."
I couldn't believe this. Had...I done this somehow? Had my love for Lizzie been so strong that I had broken Ethan's love for her.
"You always have me," I said, taking Lizzie into my arms and letting her cry. I stroked her long blonde hair, and kissed it. She hug me tight.
"You're always here for me Gordo. I love you."
She loved me. But she was thinking a platonic, brotherly sense of love now. No, now wouldn't be the right time to tell her. She'd think I was a total creep, hitting on her right after she broke up with her fiancee.
Lizzie looked up at me, her eyes still brimming with tears.
"Kiss me, Gordo," she said.
So I did.
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I don't know if I will continue this. Its kinda of short. If enough people review, I'll continue it. Otherwise, it'll just be a one-shot.
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I trudged threw the snow, wondering how I had ever gotten myself into this mess.
It was truly a mess, too. I was in love with Lizzie McGuire. Love, love, love. But at this very moment, she was sitting skiing somewhere in these mountains with her fiance, a one Ethan Craft. I would like to say I ran to her the moment I heard they were engaged, held her in my arms, and told her I loved her.
But if I told you that, well...I'd be lying.
It has been four months since they announced their engagement. Dresses have been ordered, a church has been reserved, and I, David Gordon, have been asked to be the best man.
Of course I agreed. The way Lizzie was beaming...I couldn't do anything but agree.
But suddenly I woke up this morning, grabbed me keys, and drove for hours to get here, where I knew they were skiing in Colorado. I have no idea what possessed me to do it.
Lizzie and Ethan had been a couple since our junior year of high school. Now we were 24, and they were still together. Getting married. They had a two year old daughter named Annmarie. So what were my chances?
Slim to none.
I didn't care. All I knew was that I loved Lizzie and I wanted to be with her. I had known her longer! So why did Ethan Craft get her? He had never shown any romantic interest in her until 11th grade, anyway, while I had loved her since we were in diapers.
I ran my fingers through my hair. It wasn't to say I wasn't partly to blame. At the time Lizzie and Ethan hooked up, I was in a very...um, heated relationship with none other than Kate Sanders. High school changed alot of things. Kate and I were together for a year and a half, and things were quite serious. But I loved Lizzie throughout that time, and Kate realized that. We broke up and Kate started dating Danny Kessler. A few months later she got knocked up and was sent off to live with her aunt.
I stomped the snow off my feet and knocked on the door of Ethan's chateau.
Lizzie answered it. She was red and puffy-eyed and crying. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she threw her arms around me. "How do you always just magically show up when I need you?" she whispered softly into my ear. I fely her warm breath on my neck.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned, as Lizzie pulled back.
"Ethan...he cancelled the wedding. There was this girl at the ski lodge named Becki and he slept with her, then said they maybe we should distance ourselves from each other."
I couldn't believe this. Had...I done this somehow? Had my love for Lizzie been so strong that I had broken Ethan's love for her.
"You always have me," I said, taking Lizzie into my arms and letting her cry. I stroked her long blonde hair, and kissed it. She hug me tight.
"You're always here for me Gordo. I love you."
She loved me. But she was thinking a platonic, brotherly sense of love now. No, now wouldn't be the right time to tell her. She'd think I was a total creep, hitting on her right after she broke up with her fiancee.
Lizzie looked up at me, her eyes still brimming with tears.
"Kiss me, Gordo," she said.
So I did.
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I don't know if I will continue this. Its kinda of short. If enough people review, I'll continue it. Otherwise, it'll just be a one-shot.