A/N: Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much for all of the reviews! It's amazing! I
got 5 reviews in four hours! That's so awesome! The praise is so great. It
makes me want to write away. So you know, this will be probably 15-25
chapters. I'm not sure, because when I write, I rush things, or I make them
go extra slowly. Let's see how this turns out. Oh, and if you were
wondering, I soooooo do not own Lizzie McGuire. If I did, I'd be rich, and
I wouldn't waste my time on a fanfic site. Ciaoness. Remember, I'm only
eleven, so be nice if I don't add enough emotion or something.
~Person Y2K
Gordo's POV I hated it. I couldn't say a word to her.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Because if I told her, our friendship would be ruined.
So being a chicken wasn't that bad.
Or was it?
I was so confused.
I ran upstairs to write in my journal. No one knew about it, not even Lizzie and Miranda. It was totally private and I had it since I was a preschooler. I remember my first entry...
iI am 4 now. I am hape. Mi lif iz prfekt. Lize seyz she wants 2 be 4, 2. I sed it dont matr, cuz weel alwayz be frendz 4evr. i
Translation: I am 4 now. I am happy. My life is perfect. Lizzie says she wants to be 4, too. I said it doesn't' matter, because we'll always be friends forever.
I treasured that entry. Now here I was, eleven years later, still writing in it.
i I don't know what to say to her. I'm sick of pretending to like her as a friend. I like her, I can't deny, but what can I do? Does she know? Nah, I'm not that obvious. But I want to clue her in, somehow. Like not tell her that I like her loud and clear, but like giving off a little hint.
Am I making any sense?
I can look at her and imagine all sorts of things. This that I'm too embarrassed to ti
I closed my journal as I heard the door unlocking and slid it under my pillow. (A/N: I know, it's an obvious hiding spot, but who gives?)
"Hey. What are you doing?" Danny said.
"Um, thinking."
"About-?"
"Nothing."
"Right." Danny turned on the TV. "Whatever then. If you don't want to talk to me..."
Oh no, not the sad eyes. It always works when Lizzie did it. Why shouldn't it work for Danny?
"Fine." I said. I wasn't going to tell him details. "I'm thinking about someone."
"A girl?" He asked suspiciously.
I sighed heavily. Were girls the only 'someone's people like Danny thought about? "Yes."
"Who?"
"Not telling."
"Oh, come on. It's Lizzie, right?"
My mouth dropped open. I was about to say 'no', but I didn't care anymore. I needed to tell someone. It was driving me crazy, bottling up my feelings like that. "How'd you know?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. I guess the constant staring you do was a clue."
"Am I really that obvious?"
"Not really. I'm just a bright guy."
Danny, bright? Okay, so he wasn't an Ethan, but he wasn't that smart either.
"Listen, it's not that big of a deal. It's just a silly crush. It'll blow over." I lied.
Little did I know that Danny wasn't so dumb after all...
~Person Y2K
Gordo's POV I hated it. I couldn't say a word to her.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Because if I told her, our friendship would be ruined.
So being a chicken wasn't that bad.
Or was it?
I was so confused.
I ran upstairs to write in my journal. No one knew about it, not even Lizzie and Miranda. It was totally private and I had it since I was a preschooler. I remember my first entry...
iI am 4 now. I am hape. Mi lif iz prfekt. Lize seyz she wants 2 be 4, 2. I sed it dont matr, cuz weel alwayz be frendz 4evr. i
Translation: I am 4 now. I am happy. My life is perfect. Lizzie says she wants to be 4, too. I said it doesn't' matter, because we'll always be friends forever.
I treasured that entry. Now here I was, eleven years later, still writing in it.
i I don't know what to say to her. I'm sick of pretending to like her as a friend. I like her, I can't deny, but what can I do? Does she know? Nah, I'm not that obvious. But I want to clue her in, somehow. Like not tell her that I like her loud and clear, but like giving off a little hint.
Am I making any sense?
I can look at her and imagine all sorts of things. This that I'm too embarrassed to ti
I closed my journal as I heard the door unlocking and slid it under my pillow. (A/N: I know, it's an obvious hiding spot, but who gives?)
"Hey. What are you doing?" Danny said.
"Um, thinking."
"About-?"
"Nothing."
"Right." Danny turned on the TV. "Whatever then. If you don't want to talk to me..."
Oh no, not the sad eyes. It always works when Lizzie did it. Why shouldn't it work for Danny?
"Fine." I said. I wasn't going to tell him details. "I'm thinking about someone."
"A girl?" He asked suspiciously.
I sighed heavily. Were girls the only 'someone's people like Danny thought about? "Yes."
"Who?"
"Not telling."
"Oh, come on. It's Lizzie, right?"
My mouth dropped open. I was about to say 'no', but I didn't care anymore. I needed to tell someone. It was driving me crazy, bottling up my feelings like that. "How'd you know?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. I guess the constant staring you do was a clue."
"Am I really that obvious?"
"Not really. I'm just a bright guy."
Danny, bright? Okay, so he wasn't an Ethan, but he wasn't that smart either.
"Listen, it's not that big of a deal. It's just a silly crush. It'll blow over." I lied.
Little did I know that Danny wasn't so dumb after all...