A/N: Oh, my gosh! I had no idea! See, the Lizzie McGuire movie, may not be
out yet, but the book based on the movie is! I saw it at Borders! If you
buy it, pu-leese don't tell me about it! I want the movie to be a surprise
and not get ruined! And trust me, I didn't read much of the book. I read
the back and then forced myself not to buy it. So if this is totally like
the movie, it's 99% a coincidence.
Lizzie POV
Animated Lizzie: I can't believe I let Gordo talk me into this!
I walked up to Paolo at the Spanish Steps. "Hey." I said weakly, my knees shaking.
"Ciao, Lizzie." (A/N: That was the original name of the movie) He grinned.
"So, did you think about my offer?"
"Yeah... I-thought."
"So, did you decide yet?"
"Y-yeah."
"So what's it going to be?"
I closed my eyes.
Animated Lizzie: If I can't talk in front of Paolo, what am I going to do on stage?
"I... I accept." I said quickly.
Animated Lizzie: Accept? Why'd I say that?
"Great!" He exclaimed.
"Paolo, is that Isabella?" A woman reporter asked, as someone started to snap photos.
I looked at him worriedly. What was he going to say to that?
"This," He said as he kissed my hand and cameras went off wildly. "Is my friend. No other comments."
I raised my eyebrows. He was good at this!
"Run." He whispered to me.
I obeyed. We ran to the top of the steps.
"I'll teach you everything I know." He said, huffing. "Number one, this is one thing that you'll have to get used to. Always running. Don't run from fans, that's rude. Run from the media."
"Run from media. Don't run from fans. Got it." I caught my breath.
"We have to let the media know that you're my new singing partner, but before that, I have to train you."
Train me? I wasn't a dog!
"Now, can you sing?"
"Well, I..."
***
I got into our hotel room, and Kate wasn't there. Thank goodness. Then I took my hairbrush. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I was going to try this. I made sure I looked okay in the mirror and started dancing and singing an S Club song. (A/N: I have no idea what song she sings, but I just picked out the one that is stuck in my head.)
"Finally Friday night
Feeling kinda good, looking alright
Gotta get moving, can't be late
Gotta get grooving, just can't wait
Get the feeling, get the feeling
Push the ceiling, push the ceiling
Player hater, player hater
Get ready everybody 'cause-" I tripped over my feet and fell backwards onto the shower. The shower curtain ripped off and I got tangled in it.
"Oof!" I groaned. I couldn't perform in a bathroom, let alone on a stage! I was a total and complete klutz.
I hoped Paolo could fix that.
I knew he could. Someone so cute could do anything. I knew it. I was falling in love. I hoped he felt the same way about me.
Little did I know...
***
Paolo POV
"I don't care!" I screamed at my manager, Sergei. "I'm doing this for a reason."
"What reason? I don't understand!"
"If I don't make the world think Lizzie is Isabella, then Isabella and I will get sued!" I tried to explain.
"But she's just a hopeless American girl, Paolo. She doesn't know anything about performing or your history with Isabella. She thinks you're replacing her for Isabella, when you're not. What will she think when the press calls her 'Isabella'? And what if she refuses to dye her hair?" Sergei asked.
"Too many questions. I might convince everyone somehow that she's not Isabella, and still not get sued. If I be sweet to her, everything will turn out okay." I said, hoping what I said was true.
Lizzie POV
Animated Lizzie: I can't believe I let Gordo talk me into this!
I walked up to Paolo at the Spanish Steps. "Hey." I said weakly, my knees shaking.
"Ciao, Lizzie." (A/N: That was the original name of the movie) He grinned.
"So, did you think about my offer?"
"Yeah... I-thought."
"So, did you decide yet?"
"Y-yeah."
"So what's it going to be?"
I closed my eyes.
Animated Lizzie: If I can't talk in front of Paolo, what am I going to do on stage?
"I... I accept." I said quickly.
Animated Lizzie: Accept? Why'd I say that?
"Great!" He exclaimed.
"Paolo, is that Isabella?" A woman reporter asked, as someone started to snap photos.
I looked at him worriedly. What was he going to say to that?
"This," He said as he kissed my hand and cameras went off wildly. "Is my friend. No other comments."
I raised my eyebrows. He was good at this!
"Run." He whispered to me.
I obeyed. We ran to the top of the steps.
"I'll teach you everything I know." He said, huffing. "Number one, this is one thing that you'll have to get used to. Always running. Don't run from fans, that's rude. Run from the media."
"Run from media. Don't run from fans. Got it." I caught my breath.
"We have to let the media know that you're my new singing partner, but before that, I have to train you."
Train me? I wasn't a dog!
"Now, can you sing?"
"Well, I..."
***
I got into our hotel room, and Kate wasn't there. Thank goodness. Then I took my hairbrush. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I was going to try this. I made sure I looked okay in the mirror and started dancing and singing an S Club song. (A/N: I have no idea what song she sings, but I just picked out the one that is stuck in my head.)
"Finally Friday night
Feeling kinda good, looking alright
Gotta get moving, can't be late
Gotta get grooving, just can't wait
Get the feeling, get the feeling
Push the ceiling, push the ceiling
Player hater, player hater
Get ready everybody 'cause-" I tripped over my feet and fell backwards onto the shower. The shower curtain ripped off and I got tangled in it.
"Oof!" I groaned. I couldn't perform in a bathroom, let alone on a stage! I was a total and complete klutz.
I hoped Paolo could fix that.
I knew he could. Someone so cute could do anything. I knew it. I was falling in love. I hoped he felt the same way about me.
Little did I know...
***
Paolo POV
"I don't care!" I screamed at my manager, Sergei. "I'm doing this for a reason."
"What reason? I don't understand!"
"If I don't make the world think Lizzie is Isabella, then Isabella and I will get sued!" I tried to explain.
"But she's just a hopeless American girl, Paolo. She doesn't know anything about performing or your history with Isabella. She thinks you're replacing her for Isabella, when you're not. What will she think when the press calls her 'Isabella'? And what if she refuses to dye her hair?" Sergei asked.
"Too many questions. I might convince everyone somehow that she's not Isabella, and still not get sued. If I be sweet to her, everything will turn out okay." I said, hoping what I said was true.