April 17th
5:57 P.M.
Wow. That's the only word I can think of to describe today. Just...wow. If you think about it, it's not that big of a deal to anybody else, but I could be jumping off the walls right now, as I write this. My cheek is on fire, and I hope the feeling never goes away. Today would be the day that I would relive, over and over and over...
I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to write this all down, I don't want to forget the tiniest detail. Here goes...
When I walked into first period, my teacher hands me a yearbook. Before I get the chance to open the front over, Lizzie bombards me, smiling like an idiot and telling me that we're going to pour over every inch of it together. We start to walk around school, talking about all the pictures that we're in, even Miranda, and relive the memories. There's a picture of Lizzie and Ronny in there, and my heart sinks as I remember what it felt like to see them kiss. My mind jumped from memory to memory. I thought back to what it was like going to high school, even if it was for a day. The look in Lizzie's eys told me more than any words could have that day-I knew that she'd miss having me around, but I tried not to let her see how much that meant to me. When she met me at the bus-stop that day, my heart leaped...it brightened my horrible day, and I forgot everything that had happened on my first day of high school. My mind jumped back to the present when Lizzie sat back down next to me, after signing Tudgeman's yearbook. She flipped the page and we saw picture after picture after picture-laughing and remembering each and every one. The moment I had been waiting for ALL DAY finally came, when we traded yearbooks. I still hadn't planned out exactly what I wanted to say, so I kept it until lunch.
Now we get to the exciting part. Ethan Craft comes up to Lizzie, asking her to sign his yearbook. She snatches it away from me (not without a fight first) and then asks me what she should write. I stole from what I had written already and told her that she should write "You rock. Don't ever change." She shook her head at that one, saying that she wanted something sophisticated, yet cool. She finally decided on what I suggested. (That's Lizzie for you.) While she was writing, I finished up what I was putting in hers. It said
"Lizzie-You rock. Don't ever change. Only this time I really mean it. You've always been the one person that I can talk to about anything, and you don't have any idea how much you mean to me. Look, Lizzie, I like you. Really, really like you. I just don't know how to tell you...everything I want to say right now is probably coming out all wrong, but seeing as how you know me so well, you get what I mean. You will always be my best friend, Lizzie McGuire, and hopefully more. There's so much more I want to say, but I just can't put it into words.
All I know is that you are my everything. Love-Gordo"
I hoped that I hadn't gone too overboard, but it was the truth, and it felt so good to finally get it all out, even if it was just on paper. Lizzie came back and I slammed her yearbook shut, because I didn't want her to see it just yet. When she sat down across from me, somebody from across the courtyard asked me to sign their yearbook. I got up, and told Lizzie, "Don't look at it yet!"
When I got back, it was time to take the class picture. Ethan and Kate were inspecting each others hair, Tudgeman was being...Tudgeman, and me and Lizzie fought our way up onto the bleachers. The cameraman set everything up, and told us he would count down from three and then take the picture. "One...Two...Three!"
On the count of three, Lizzie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
5:57 P.M.
Wow. That's the only word I can think of to describe today. Just...wow. If you think about it, it's not that big of a deal to anybody else, but I could be jumping off the walls right now, as I write this. My cheek is on fire, and I hope the feeling never goes away. Today would be the day that I would relive, over and over and over...
I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to write this all down, I don't want to forget the tiniest detail. Here goes...
When I walked into first period, my teacher hands me a yearbook. Before I get the chance to open the front over, Lizzie bombards me, smiling like an idiot and telling me that we're going to pour over every inch of it together. We start to walk around school, talking about all the pictures that we're in, even Miranda, and relive the memories. There's a picture of Lizzie and Ronny in there, and my heart sinks as I remember what it felt like to see them kiss. My mind jumped from memory to memory. I thought back to what it was like going to high school, even if it was for a day. The look in Lizzie's eys told me more than any words could have that day-I knew that she'd miss having me around, but I tried not to let her see how much that meant to me. When she met me at the bus-stop that day, my heart leaped...it brightened my horrible day, and I forgot everything that had happened on my first day of high school. My mind jumped back to the present when Lizzie sat back down next to me, after signing Tudgeman's yearbook. She flipped the page and we saw picture after picture after picture-laughing and remembering each and every one. The moment I had been waiting for ALL DAY finally came, when we traded yearbooks. I still hadn't planned out exactly what I wanted to say, so I kept it until lunch.
Now we get to the exciting part. Ethan Craft comes up to Lizzie, asking her to sign his yearbook. She snatches it away from me (not without a fight first) and then asks me what she should write. I stole from what I had written already and told her that she should write "You rock. Don't ever change." She shook her head at that one, saying that she wanted something sophisticated, yet cool. She finally decided on what I suggested. (That's Lizzie for you.) While she was writing, I finished up what I was putting in hers. It said
"Lizzie-You rock. Don't ever change. Only this time I really mean it. You've always been the one person that I can talk to about anything, and you don't have any idea how much you mean to me. Look, Lizzie, I like you. Really, really like you. I just don't know how to tell you...everything I want to say right now is probably coming out all wrong, but seeing as how you know me so well, you get what I mean. You will always be my best friend, Lizzie McGuire, and hopefully more. There's so much more I want to say, but I just can't put it into words.
All I know is that you are my everything. Love-Gordo"
I hoped that I hadn't gone too overboard, but it was the truth, and it felt so good to finally get it all out, even if it was just on paper. Lizzie came back and I slammed her yearbook shut, because I didn't want her to see it just yet. When she sat down across from me, somebody from across the courtyard asked me to sign their yearbook. I got up, and told Lizzie, "Don't look at it yet!"
When I got back, it was time to take the class picture. Ethan and Kate were inspecting each others hair, Tudgeman was being...Tudgeman, and me and Lizzie fought our way up onto the bleachers. The cameraman set everything up, and told us he would count down from three and then take the picture. "One...Two...Three!"
On the count of three, Lizzie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.