~Ok, I'm going to let you guys on a little secret, I secretly own Lizzie
McGuire and all of the characters, and I get millions upon millions of
dollars every day. Now let me let you in on another little secret of mine,
I am a very good liar. Now it is up to you to decide, do you really
believe me when I say I own Lizzie McGuire? Of course not! Because it's not
true. The only characters I own are Mark, Kayla, and Tom. So don't steal
them. And oh yeah, I don't get paid at all... I am actually as of right
now, totally and absolutely broke. But that's ok. Now I'm going to stop
being boring and let you read the awaited chapter of my story! Don't
forget to review if you haven't already! And thanks to the people who
already have! Ok, well... ENJOY!~
Chapter 9- Cinderella and her Prince Charming
The next few months were lived in misery. Complete and absolute misery. My two best friends had deserted me, my ex-boyfriend hated me, and the rest of the world couldn't care less about whether I was happy or not. Miranda had run to Kate for sympathy, and surprisingly Kate had taken her in. I guess she had decided that Miranda hated me and she was happy to have another member of the "I hate Lizzie club". Miranda had grown her hair long, so that it hung straight down her back, and she had it chemically straightened. Her wardrobe became a clone of Kate's, and magically overnight, her chest grew from a B cup to a C cup. Tom McNally ditched Kayla for Miranda, and now they were the hottest couple in school. They made out in the middle of the hallway, and Miranda started to be constantly late to class, and she started to wear turtlenecks even though it was 60 degrees outside. She lied to her parents and got drunk every weekend at the parties that happened every weekend. Rumors were that Tom had gotten to "home base" with her, and I longed for the days when Miranda was still my best friend, just as unpopular as I was, even though I knew I should have been mad at Miranda for calling me a slut and turning on me. I just wanted my best friend back. Gordo and Mark had become two of Tudgeman's best friends. Their lunchtimes were mostly spent in the computer lab, and I had noticed that even though we lived in California, Gordo and Mark's tans had rapidly started to fade. I missed Gordo too, and most of class time was spent thinking back on that one kiss, even though I knew that it was wrong. And me? Well I concentrated on making everyone believe that I was invisible. I stopped wearing my tight jeans and tight tops, trading them in for baggy black t-shirts and a normal pair of jeans, no hip-huggers, no flares, no little flowers on the leg or anything. Just plain basic blue jeans. Actually, I had four pairs, two blue, one khaki, and one black. Every day I pulled my hair up into the same basic ponytail, and I never wore any makeup, just some Blistex lip balm. During Christmas my parents tried to cheer me up by giving me flashy clothes and a car, but I just put the clothes in the back of my closet. I used the car only for driving to school. What else would I use it for? It's not like I had anywhere to drive to. I didn't go to the Digital Bean anymore, or the movies, because of course, I had no friends to go with. Even Matt and Lanny started to feel sorry for me I guess, because they stopped pulling pranks on me.
But then it all changed. It was February 14th, the day all teenage couples were waiting for. Hearts, cupids, and roses were all around me, as well as love-sick couples who seemed to think my locker was a perfect place to lean up against to make out. After getting them to leave, I opened my locker, and before I could reach for my textbooks and binders, a small pink envelope fluttered to the floor. I bent down to pick it up. As I opened it, I pulled out a small card. On the front was a heart with the words "I'm sorry". In the inside was this:
Lizzie, Forgive me? I forgive you. Love (and I mean it), Gordo P.S Happy Valentines Day
I smiled to myself, praying that it wasn't a joke. I turned around to see Gordo there. I blushed and looked down at the floor.
"I got you're card. And I forgive you... although it's mostly my fault." I said. He took my chin in one of his big hands, and tilted my head upwards so that I was looking up at him.
"Lizzie, it was both of our faults. I shouldn't have kissed you while I was going out with Miranda. That's what I meant by making the biggest mistake of my life. It was not a mistake kissing you, and I want you to understand that. And actually now that I'm not going out with anyone..." He said, and then trailed off, looking deep into my eyes for reassurance which made chills run down my spine.
"Now that you're not going out with anyone..." I said, repeating him, returning his gaze.
"I probably can kiss you can't I?" He said, a smile growing on his face.
"Do you really have to ask?" I said, grinning at him, and without saying anything more, he leaned down, kissing me softly, and as I responded, he deepened it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt like I was in heaven. As the warning bell rung we reluctantly pulled away.
"May I walk you to class?" He asked and held out his hand. I nodded, and took his hand. As we walked down the hall, I felt like Cinderella with my Prince Charming.
~Awwww fluff! But will Miranda and Lizzie ever make up? Stay tuned! And don't forget to review!~
Chapter 9- Cinderella and her Prince Charming
The next few months were lived in misery. Complete and absolute misery. My two best friends had deserted me, my ex-boyfriend hated me, and the rest of the world couldn't care less about whether I was happy or not. Miranda had run to Kate for sympathy, and surprisingly Kate had taken her in. I guess she had decided that Miranda hated me and she was happy to have another member of the "I hate Lizzie club". Miranda had grown her hair long, so that it hung straight down her back, and she had it chemically straightened. Her wardrobe became a clone of Kate's, and magically overnight, her chest grew from a B cup to a C cup. Tom McNally ditched Kayla for Miranda, and now they were the hottest couple in school. They made out in the middle of the hallway, and Miranda started to be constantly late to class, and she started to wear turtlenecks even though it was 60 degrees outside. She lied to her parents and got drunk every weekend at the parties that happened every weekend. Rumors were that Tom had gotten to "home base" with her, and I longed for the days when Miranda was still my best friend, just as unpopular as I was, even though I knew I should have been mad at Miranda for calling me a slut and turning on me. I just wanted my best friend back. Gordo and Mark had become two of Tudgeman's best friends. Their lunchtimes were mostly spent in the computer lab, and I had noticed that even though we lived in California, Gordo and Mark's tans had rapidly started to fade. I missed Gordo too, and most of class time was spent thinking back on that one kiss, even though I knew that it was wrong. And me? Well I concentrated on making everyone believe that I was invisible. I stopped wearing my tight jeans and tight tops, trading them in for baggy black t-shirts and a normal pair of jeans, no hip-huggers, no flares, no little flowers on the leg or anything. Just plain basic blue jeans. Actually, I had four pairs, two blue, one khaki, and one black. Every day I pulled my hair up into the same basic ponytail, and I never wore any makeup, just some Blistex lip balm. During Christmas my parents tried to cheer me up by giving me flashy clothes and a car, but I just put the clothes in the back of my closet. I used the car only for driving to school. What else would I use it for? It's not like I had anywhere to drive to. I didn't go to the Digital Bean anymore, or the movies, because of course, I had no friends to go with. Even Matt and Lanny started to feel sorry for me I guess, because they stopped pulling pranks on me.
But then it all changed. It was February 14th, the day all teenage couples were waiting for. Hearts, cupids, and roses were all around me, as well as love-sick couples who seemed to think my locker was a perfect place to lean up against to make out. After getting them to leave, I opened my locker, and before I could reach for my textbooks and binders, a small pink envelope fluttered to the floor. I bent down to pick it up. As I opened it, I pulled out a small card. On the front was a heart with the words "I'm sorry". In the inside was this:
Lizzie, Forgive me? I forgive you. Love (and I mean it), Gordo P.S Happy Valentines Day
I smiled to myself, praying that it wasn't a joke. I turned around to see Gordo there. I blushed and looked down at the floor.
"I got you're card. And I forgive you... although it's mostly my fault." I said. He took my chin in one of his big hands, and tilted my head upwards so that I was looking up at him.
"Lizzie, it was both of our faults. I shouldn't have kissed you while I was going out with Miranda. That's what I meant by making the biggest mistake of my life. It was not a mistake kissing you, and I want you to understand that. And actually now that I'm not going out with anyone..." He said, and then trailed off, looking deep into my eyes for reassurance which made chills run down my spine.
"Now that you're not going out with anyone..." I said, repeating him, returning his gaze.
"I probably can kiss you can't I?" He said, a smile growing on his face.
"Do you really have to ask?" I said, grinning at him, and without saying anything more, he leaned down, kissing me softly, and as I responded, he deepened it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt like I was in heaven. As the warning bell rung we reluctantly pulled away.
"May I walk you to class?" He asked and held out his hand. I nodded, and took his hand. As we walked down the hall, I felt like Cinderella with my Prince Charming.
~Awwww fluff! But will Miranda and Lizzie ever make up? Stay tuned! And don't forget to review!~