Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or anyone else except for Byron.

Beginning Author Note: There is swearing in this chapter. Maybe some in the next chapter too. I did bump the rating back up - it will be slightly more violent later on.

"Hey baby," a longtime unheard voice approached Miranda - a voice whose owner hadn't even bothered to visit her in the hospital.

"Why the hell are you here?" Miranda spoke with a harsh tone unheard of from her before.

"Well it is school - oh come on, I love you." Byron pleaded with her.

"Look Byron," Miranda turned around slowly. "I don't think this will work out. Let's just end this before- let's just end it." Miranda waited for him to say something but when he didn't she just thought it better to walk away.

He quickly pulled her back whipping her around to face him. "What? No, no, no! Oh I see, it's that bastard - what's his name? Oh yeah, David Gordon. How could you dump me for that little son of a-"

"It's not Gordo, or David, whatever. I just don't think we should see each other." Miranda quickly wiped her eyes. If he saw her crying, then he'd never leave her alone. He wouldn't think she meant it. She wasn't sure she did.

Suddenly Byron's face softened. "Oh I'm sorry Randa, I didn't mean to lose my head I just don't want to lose you. Please?"

"Maybe. I've got to go now, the bell is about to ring." Miranda turned quickly away as Byron gently planted a kiss on her lips. She ran off before her could plant another one.

"Miranda!"

"Yeah?" Miranda did a 180° turn. It wasn't Byron.

The other speaker whipped her long blond hair over her shoulders and brushed the wisps of hair out of her eyes. "I found this note in my locker. It's from your boyfriend. It's for you though."

"In your locker? Geez. I guess maybe it's because I live out of your locker." Miranda smiled awkwardly. "Damn," she thought, "long time since I've done that."

"Damn," Lizzie thought, "long time since she's done that." Lizzie completed this thought by smiling back at her. "Well, he says that-"

"Wait, you read my note?" Miranda screamed. "I can't believe you Lizzie! Why would you read my note? It was for me! Not you! Me!"

"Calm down Miranda! Why are you so upset? I mean if it upsets you that much, I'm sorry for reading your note. All it said was that he wanted you to go to his house at 8 tonight and that he was sorry and it's not like I even understood that anyway so-" Lizzie stopped when quoting the note verbatim was not helping her case.

"Yes, Lizzie, I am upset." Miranda tried to calm down. Too late. "You should be upset anyways! I should think you knew right and wrong. I guess you just aren't a good friend." With this statement Miranda promptly left and walked home. She had missed her bus by half an hour because of 'talking' with Lizzie. "I hate her!" She thought. "No it's not her fault."

All this thought made Miranda unaware of the fact that she was walking in the street and that a car was heading towards her. A loud honk quickly woke her up and she raised her hand in a wave/apology. When she arrived home, she quickly plopped herself down on her bed and picked up the phone.