To the reviewers…
Re: Flashbacks
Sorry, deal with it, it's full of flashbacks, I skip over some stuff then flashback, if I didn't the story would be like 80 chapters.
Re: My age.
If you read the message boards, or yahoo or msn groups, there are other males over the age range for this show (10-15). I can totally relate to the show, Lizzie reminds me of a girl I couldn't express myself to. Although I was more like Tudgeman, so maybe that's why I wasn't successful.
Re: Updates.
I will update on a regular basis until finished. All of this is on paper now, have to type it up. But sometimes I can't read my own writing.
I will also add stuff to what's already on paper, as I upload, since I sometimes wonder, "Why did I put that?" or "Why'd I leave out that?"
Re: unasked question I just thought of…
In the first chapter, I wrote that Matt was in a snowball fight, then I remembered that all signs point to the show taking place in California… Well, there is snow in the mountains in California, like by San Bernardino and stuff… So, that's where he was, ok?
Re: Why isn't Lizzie opening presents on Christmas morning?
I was going to explain in the next chapter, but here goes. I just incorporated something from my own family.
We all gather at my grandmother's (five generations) on Dec. 24 and pig out (mainly tamales and fudge but all kinds of grub), and watch Christmas stuff. At midnight, it's officially Dec 25, we start opening presents. My grandmother's the last to finish, around 3 am. Some go home, some fall asleep in front of the tree (or pass out), others stay up all night. Then more family comes in the afternoon, that couldn't be there Christmas Eve. Does that make sense?
Good. Sorry for the long note...
Disclaimer- I do not have any connections with Walt Disney Enterprises or its subsidiaries, so I do not own Lizzie McGuire. As for my story, I'm not sure about that either…
On to Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Lizzie started down the driveway, almost bumping into her brother. He looked terrible, he had a black eye, his new jacket he got for Christmas was ripped, and it looked like he had a bloody nose not too long ago…
"Matt? I thought Mom and Dad were coming to get you, what happened?"
"I don't have time for you right now, bug off !!!!"
"Come on, Matt, spill. I got a note from Mom and Dad saying something about a fight, and you look awful. Where's Mom and Dad?"
Matt looked at her disgustedly. "They're still at Lanny's, they sent me home, because they said you'd be here to let me in, if I hurried... I really don't want to talk about it!"
"Matt, I'm not giving you my key until you tell me what's going on!"
"FINE! I went with Lanny and his dad and Melina up to see the snow, and everything was fine. We made snow angels, and a snowman, then we got into a FUN little snowball fight." Matt said the word 'fun' as if it were a disease…
"That doesn't sound so bad, Matt," said Lizzie.
"No, it was great, until... until..."
"Yes?" Lizzie was growing impatient, talking to her brother was not her idea of a good time, and she wanted to get to Miranda's.
Matt started to talk faster, as if he had to get the words over with… "IstoppedtogetmoresnowandwhenIdid," he took a breath... "Melina kissed Lanny!"
"Wow," was all Lizzie could say…
"Yeah, I said, I thought you liked me! And she said, I did for awhile, but that was after you liked me, and now I like Lanny. So now you know, move outta my way, before I do to you what I did to Lanny!!!
She gave him the key, and left quickly...She'd never seen Matt so upset... the trio of Matt, Melina, and Lanny was like the trio of Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo in many ways...I wonder if... she stopped and shook the thought from her head. "No!", she exclaimed. It's not possible. That was a long time ago, and she couldn't think of one good reason for what she was thinking.
She walked down the sidewalk, wishing it would snow here, but it seemed more like autumn. No one was around, so she walked with one foot off the curb, crunching dry leaves, and twigs.
As she neared Miranda's house, she noticed an unfamailiar blue car in the driveway. Must be relatives, visiting for the holidays. Reaching the front door, she knocked to no response, waited, tried again. Then she rang the doorbell, and heard loud, fast footsteps.
"Yes?"
Someone she had never seen, but assumed to be Miranda's aunt glared at Lizzie. She looked like she'd been interrupted, and she wasn't happy about it.
"Uh, hi, I'm Lizzie, Miranda's friend, and she's been out of school, and I just wanted to give her this present and wish her Merry Christmas."
The nameless aunt seemed to recognize's Lizzie's name,, but Lizzie wasn't sure. Suddenly, she turned downright cold toward Lizzie.
"I'll take that, Miranda's not up to visitors now." She snatched the box out of Lizzie's hands, and quickly closed the door.
Lizzie was a little stunned, to say the least. She could hear voices talking rapidly in English, and Spanish. The door was reopened by Miranda's mother.
She apologized to Lizzie, and returned Miranda's gift to her. "Sorry, she didn't know it was alright to let you in. But you can't stay long, Miranda needs rest, ok?
Lizzie nodded, and followed Mrs. Sanchez, pausing to admire the Christmas decorations. She turned at the door to Miranda's bedroom, but Mrs. Sanchez montioned her to the parents' bedroom.
"She's not feeling so good yet, and our room is bigger, with a TV and more sun," she said in response to Lizzie's unanswered question. "Please don't stay long," she cautioned again. "If Miranda needs me, I'll be in the kitchen."
Again, Lizzie nodded, and slowly opened the door. Miranda was lying down on a large bed, gazing at the wall.
"Oh, hi," said Miranda, speaking emotionlessly, as she turned to face Lizzie.
"Hi, 'randa, Missed you at school the past couple of days, how you feeling?"
"Oh, ok," she said as if to say, "I don't want to talk about it." "Hey, is that for me?", she said as she pointed to the box.
"Yeah," said Lizzie sitting the box down on the dresser next to the bed.
"I have your present, but it's in my room, and I haven't felt like wrapping it, can I give it to you later?"
"Ok I guess. Say, Miranda, I had another dream about Ethan this morning. We were getting married, then Gordo broke it up. Any ideas to what it means?", she asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, it's a fantasy that won't happen!", she yelled at Lizzie, then softened her face as if to apolgize for yelling at her friend. "I don't feel so good, can I call you later?"
Lizzie started to apologize. "Geez, I'm sorry, Miranda, I know you like him, too, I just thought you could help tell me what it means, that's all!"
Miranda started to get agitated again. "I told you what the damn dream means, now please get out!"
Lizzie threw the box at Miranda and stormed out on the verge of tears.
"Lizzie, I'm sorry. Call me later and we'll talk.", said Miranda as Lizzie was leaving.
Lizzie didn't hear Miranda and stormed out, without saying goodbye to Mrs. Sanchez. "Now, what?", she thought. "I'm hungry, shoulda had more than toast and juice, maybe I'll go to Jack In the Box."
(A/N I originally said McDonalds, but they are closed Christmas, JIB is open year-round)
Sometime later, she found herself with half a cold cheeseburger, some stale curly fries, and a lot of ice. "How long have I been here?", she thought, looking at her new watch, an early Christmas gift. "Yikes! An hour!" She threw out the burger and fries, refilled her cup with lemonade, and decided to go see Gordo. Gordo loved curly fries, so she bought another box, and left the restaurant.
"Gee, I hope Gordo's in a better mood than Miranda was", she thought as she walked the few blocks to her other best friend's house…
A/N That came out a lot longer when I typed it than my original draft. It needed something. Review if you like, or email or IM me. JP5683@webtv.net or JP5683@msn.com
Next chapter to be up Tuesday or Wednesday.
Thanks,
JP
March 2, 2003