[A/N: I just love new stories. ^_^ Okay, on a more serious note, I know that I exaggerated some things in the first chapter, such as Gammy McGuire being 87 when she's 61 and skimping out on Gordo's tough guy image thing. The point of it was really supposed to be Miranda and Lizzie, so hopefully I got that across well.]
Trying my hardest not to fall all over myself, I walk outside of my little room hand-in-hand with my father. My little brother, Matt, all grown up now, is standing there, smiling. "Hey, Lizzie. You look beautiful." The young man that was once my bratty little brother kissed my cheek and smiled. Looking at his still boyish face made me think back to our babysitting mishap.
"Sam, I've got bad news. Our babysitter was just on the phone, and she had to cancel. We have to cancel our plans for Friday night." My mom and dad had this big dinner planned, and they were so looking forward to spending an evening without Matt and me fighting all the time. Not that them being gone would stop us from fighting, but at least they wouldn't have to hear us.
When I heard my mom tell my dad that they couldn't go out on Friday, I saw my chance. I knew I was responsible enough to take care of Matt by myself, and I told my parents so. They looked at me with the "should-we-tell-her-no-or-let-her-teach-herself-the-lesson" look, and after hesitating for about a second, gave me a flat out NO. I begged and pleaded, promising her that I wouldn't fight with my brother, and that I could get Miranda and Gordo to come over and help me. I pointed out the fact that having three 13-year olds and a 1o-year old was like having a grandmother hanging around, and after all my persuasion, they finally give in. I wanted so badly to impress my mom and dad with my responsibility, even though I should have known that something would have gone wrong.
When my mom and dad left on that Friday night, my mom kept warning me about different things in the house that could hurt, and where the emergency numbers are. "Mom, I've only lived here my whole life. Don't you two have 7:30 reservations?"
"Yeah, Mrs. McGuire, you better get going if you're gonna make it in time!" Miranda and Gordo had shown up, walking in the door around my parents. My mom looked from Miranda to me and then to Matt. She sighed and told me to be careful, then after what seemed like an eternity of just staring at me, she finally turned around and walked down to the car. I closed the door and faced a newfound responsibility, determined to show my parents how grown-up I was.
It seemed like only five minutes after my mom had left that Matt spilled grape juice on our carpet. Miranda and Gordo didn't help me very much with helping me clean up, and of course Matt wasn't following my orders, so I was left to do the job by myself. Matt acted like such a snot when I was cleaning and my two best friends just sat there on the couch. It was then that I started to regret taking on such a responsibility when I wasn't sure if I was ready or not.
After another hour of Matt wrecking havoc in the house and Miranda and Gordo relaxing in the living room, my dad got the bright idea to leave the resturant and come check on us. Of course, knowing my father, he makes noise like an elephant on the porch, causing the four of us to get scared out of our wits. We ended up calling the police, who apprehended my dad lying on the back porch, with a throbbing toe and an aching back. That was the last time I babysat my brother for almost three years.
Once again, I was jolted back to reality when Matt squeezed my hand. His eyes sparkled as he went and took his place, looking almost as nervous as I was. I was so glad that I had him for my younger brother. He had become one of my best friends. That thought made me smile and another memory of Matt and I flashed through my head.
My bratty little brother had just gotten a new magic trick kit, and it seems like it was the one thing that annoyed me more than him. He wouldn't leave me alone while I was pretending to do my homework. In reality, I had Ethan Craft on my mind. He was the popular, good-looking, brainless hunk of the school and I was in love with him. He was going to be at a charity drive in about three hours, and of course that meant mine and Miranda's participation. But how could I think about the important details, like what I would wear or say, when Matt is getting on my last nerve? "And now, the Amazing Matt, will perform a magic trick that needs a volunteer. Ah, you, young lady with the ugly hair, come and help me out!" Matt slaps hand cuffs on my wrists. I look at him with a look that says that he had better get those things off me before I chew through his hand to remove them. He says some hokey magic words, but the cuffs are still there. "Hmm...there must be a slight problem. I'll get the key." I sit there impatiently, waiting for him to find his stupid key. I only had three hours to get ready for Ethan! "Uh-oh..."
Three hours later I'm still handcuffed to Matt, trying my hardest to hide him in a photo booth. I was so upset at him, because this whole thing was his fault, and now I would have to spend the wohle day handcuffed to my immature little brother. Kate Sanders was grabbing up Ethan, and rubbing it in my face every step of the way. I'd lost my chance, and it was all Matt's fault. I swore inside my head that I would never forgive him.
As the day went on, though, I learned a little bit about my brother. He was being terrorized at school by a bully named Heywood. Matt had tried his hardest to avoid him all day, because he didn't want to start trouble, but Heywood trips him and it was just the last straw for me. I tell this little kid off for doing all these things to my brother, and he left us alone. Matt was surprised, and so was I, because I'd never taken up for him before. "If I I had to spend a day stuck to a dweeby sister, I'm glad it was you." He looked up at me with his huge brown eyes and I realized that the little brother I thought I hated was actually somebody that I couldn't live without.
Kate saw us together and finally figured out my secret. She laughed and taunted me, kind of like an older, girlier version of Heywood. Matt came up with a perfect plan to get back at her. I can't exactly remember the details, it was so long ago, but it ended up with Kate falling into the blue tinted pond at the putt-putt course. By this time, my dad had shown up with the key to the handcuffs, and I was finally free! I ended up with all the glory and Ethan's attention. He invited me out to pizza, but I had to turn him down when I saw Heywood begin to mess with Matt again. Lets just say that Heywood ended up handcuffed to somebody that was less plesant than my little brother.
"Lizzie? Earth to Lizzie? Don't be nervous...you'll do amazing. I know it." I looked at my sweet little brother and smiled.
Trying my hardest not to fall all over myself, I walk outside of my little room hand-in-hand with my father. My little brother, Matt, all grown up now, is standing there, smiling. "Hey, Lizzie. You look beautiful." The young man that was once my bratty little brother kissed my cheek and smiled. Looking at his still boyish face made me think back to our babysitting mishap.
"Sam, I've got bad news. Our babysitter was just on the phone, and she had to cancel. We have to cancel our plans for Friday night." My mom and dad had this big dinner planned, and they were so looking forward to spending an evening without Matt and me fighting all the time. Not that them being gone would stop us from fighting, but at least they wouldn't have to hear us.
When I heard my mom tell my dad that they couldn't go out on Friday, I saw my chance. I knew I was responsible enough to take care of Matt by myself, and I told my parents so. They looked at me with the "should-we-tell-her-no-or-let-her-teach-herself-the-lesson" look, and after hesitating for about a second, gave me a flat out NO. I begged and pleaded, promising her that I wouldn't fight with my brother, and that I could get Miranda and Gordo to come over and help me. I pointed out the fact that having three 13-year olds and a 1o-year old was like having a grandmother hanging around, and after all my persuasion, they finally give in. I wanted so badly to impress my mom and dad with my responsibility, even though I should have known that something would have gone wrong.
When my mom and dad left on that Friday night, my mom kept warning me about different things in the house that could hurt, and where the emergency numbers are. "Mom, I've only lived here my whole life. Don't you two have 7:30 reservations?"
"Yeah, Mrs. McGuire, you better get going if you're gonna make it in time!" Miranda and Gordo had shown up, walking in the door around my parents. My mom looked from Miranda to me and then to Matt. She sighed and told me to be careful, then after what seemed like an eternity of just staring at me, she finally turned around and walked down to the car. I closed the door and faced a newfound responsibility, determined to show my parents how grown-up I was.
It seemed like only five minutes after my mom had left that Matt spilled grape juice on our carpet. Miranda and Gordo didn't help me very much with helping me clean up, and of course Matt wasn't following my orders, so I was left to do the job by myself. Matt acted like such a snot when I was cleaning and my two best friends just sat there on the couch. It was then that I started to regret taking on such a responsibility when I wasn't sure if I was ready or not.
After another hour of Matt wrecking havoc in the house and Miranda and Gordo relaxing in the living room, my dad got the bright idea to leave the resturant and come check on us. Of course, knowing my father, he makes noise like an elephant on the porch, causing the four of us to get scared out of our wits. We ended up calling the police, who apprehended my dad lying on the back porch, with a throbbing toe and an aching back. That was the last time I babysat my brother for almost three years.
Once again, I was jolted back to reality when Matt squeezed my hand. His eyes sparkled as he went and took his place, looking almost as nervous as I was. I was so glad that I had him for my younger brother. He had become one of my best friends. That thought made me smile and another memory of Matt and I flashed through my head.
My bratty little brother had just gotten a new magic trick kit, and it seems like it was the one thing that annoyed me more than him. He wouldn't leave me alone while I was pretending to do my homework. In reality, I had Ethan Craft on my mind. He was the popular, good-looking, brainless hunk of the school and I was in love with him. He was going to be at a charity drive in about three hours, and of course that meant mine and Miranda's participation. But how could I think about the important details, like what I would wear or say, when Matt is getting on my last nerve? "And now, the Amazing Matt, will perform a magic trick that needs a volunteer. Ah, you, young lady with the ugly hair, come and help me out!" Matt slaps hand cuffs on my wrists. I look at him with a look that says that he had better get those things off me before I chew through his hand to remove them. He says some hokey magic words, but the cuffs are still there. "Hmm...there must be a slight problem. I'll get the key." I sit there impatiently, waiting for him to find his stupid key. I only had three hours to get ready for Ethan! "Uh-oh..."
Three hours later I'm still handcuffed to Matt, trying my hardest to hide him in a photo booth. I was so upset at him, because this whole thing was his fault, and now I would have to spend the wohle day handcuffed to my immature little brother. Kate Sanders was grabbing up Ethan, and rubbing it in my face every step of the way. I'd lost my chance, and it was all Matt's fault. I swore inside my head that I would never forgive him.
As the day went on, though, I learned a little bit about my brother. He was being terrorized at school by a bully named Heywood. Matt had tried his hardest to avoid him all day, because he didn't want to start trouble, but Heywood trips him and it was just the last straw for me. I tell this little kid off for doing all these things to my brother, and he left us alone. Matt was surprised, and so was I, because I'd never taken up for him before. "If I I had to spend a day stuck to a dweeby sister, I'm glad it was you." He looked up at me with his huge brown eyes and I realized that the little brother I thought I hated was actually somebody that I couldn't live without.
Kate saw us together and finally figured out my secret. She laughed and taunted me, kind of like an older, girlier version of Heywood. Matt came up with a perfect plan to get back at her. I can't exactly remember the details, it was so long ago, but it ended up with Kate falling into the blue tinted pond at the putt-putt course. By this time, my dad had shown up with the key to the handcuffs, and I was finally free! I ended up with all the glory and Ethan's attention. He invited me out to pizza, but I had to turn him down when I saw Heywood begin to mess with Matt again. Lets just say that Heywood ended up handcuffed to somebody that was less plesant than my little brother.
"Lizzie? Earth to Lizzie? Don't be nervous...you'll do amazing. I know it." I looked at my sweet little brother and smiled.