Title: Lizzie McGuire: The Virtual 3rd Season
Episode 2: The Twilight Zone
Disclaimer: See episode 1
Setting: see episode 1
A/N: I know. The action is going pretty slowly. Blame it on my admiration for David E. Kelley and his cliffhangers. Or blame it on the fact that all my brainpower is currently concentrated on reading A Clockwork Orange (which is, by the way, a awesome book). For those of you who asked for more details, I worked on it in this one. Tell me if it improved (be aware that I am not usually a fiction writer, but journalism and opinion texts are my thing... I am trying to develop my fiction skills.) I do assure you that hanging on is worth it. And ^^^^ still signal Cartoon Lizzie action.
Vivi loves you.
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The night after the cheerleading tryouts, Miranda received a phone call from Gordo. He sounded kind of bummed and Miranda felt for her friend. In the past few days, they hadn't even talked to him. He had actually found a new crowd...Well, not one new crowd. He bounced from one to the next, but never really seemed to fit in, or to want to fit in for that matter. But there was one thing that was bothering him.
"I know your her best friend, and I know your vowed to secrecy, but can you at least tell me the reason why she wont talk to me? I mean, I'm pretty sure I figured the reason, but I'd like to hear it. I need to hear it..." Gordo spit out.
"Relax! interrupted Miranda. She hasn't even told me, but I think she hasn't been talking to you because she's afraid of your reaction. She's confused. She'd probably wants to talk to you, but she's too nervous to make the first step. " Said Miranda.
"But why would she be avoiding me altogether? We used to be best friends!" inquired Gordo.
"Girls are a complicated thing, Gordo. You'll see. Everything will work out." comforted Miranda
"I hope so...Hey, is it true you guys made cheer squad? And that Kate didn't?" asked Gordo, changing the subject that was making his stomach churn.
"We did! Isn't it great?" Miranda piped in excitedly.
"Of course. Said Gordo while not being so sure it really was. Well, I have to go. My mom wants the phone. Talk to you at school, I hope..."
"Gordo! Just talk to her! I'll see you at school" said Miranda.
***
On her end, Lizzie was receiving a phone call of her own.
"Hi Lizzie! Its Ethan"
Lizzie gasped and took a few seconds to regain her breath.
^^Receiving a call from Ethan Craft is like getting a severe blow to the head. You don't know if it'll cause permanent damage, or if you'll be able to recover...^^
"Uh...hi?" she said, excitedly confused.
"Hi! I heard you made cheerleading squad. Congratulations!" said Ethan
"Thanks!" she said, slowly regaining her vocabulary.
"Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me, after the first big basketball game next week."
"YES!" she replied, almost too enthusiastically.
"Great! I'll see you at school. Bye, Lizzie."
*Click*
The phone hung up and Lizzie couldn't believe it. She bounced up onto her bed. She tried to call Miranda, but the line was busy. She would have plenty of time to tell her the next day.
***
But the next day came around, and life just seemed to zoom by them. The next morning, when Lizzie woke up, she felt like she had just been handed a million dollars. She felt like dancing, felt like singing. She felt amazingly light. This feeling of uncertainty and of unrequited love that had been looming in her heart since middle school was gone and had been replaced with that wonderful feeling of lightness and perfection. It was like an out of body experience. She felt as if she was floating.
She arrived at school and looked for Miranda everywhere on the school grounds but she was nowhere to be found. The minutes she was looking for her seemed like hours, and she desperately wanted to share her happiness with her best friend. She checked everywhere: their lockers, the cafeteria, the library...Finally, feeling defeated, she sat on a bench in front of the school, took out her Discman and began finishing her homework. A few minutes later, someone sat beside her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi!" she said, seeing Gordo. For a split second, she felt as if they had never stopped talking and as if things were just as they were last time they talked. Of course, this feeling only lasted a split second and the look in Gordo's eyes made her question his motives. She was going to date Ethan, and she was happy with that. Why then was seeing Gordo making her feel guilty?
"Hi, he replied. Whatcha listening to?" he asked, trying to make small talk.
"A mix cd. Its great. What have you been up to?" she asked, switching the conversation to him.
"Not much. Busy with school, the usual...But I heard you made cheerleader! That's cool, I guess."
"Yeah, it is." She had so much she wanted to tell him. She wanted to say how Ethan had asked her out, and she wanted him to be happy for her. But she knew he wouldn't be, and like a knife cutting her from the inside, reality hit: Things would never be the same between her and Gordo. Their kiss, and the what-ifs that accompany it would always overshadow their relationship.
The bell rang and Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other. Seeing the pain in his eyes, she turned away and got up. After saying goodbye, she walked to her first class with an immense weight on her heart.
***
Miranda on her side had spent the morning in her guidance counsellor's office. She had been doing horrible in French class, and was desperately seeking a tutor. "Language of love, my butt!" she muttered to herself while waiting for her appointment. Mr. Richter called her in and she sat down across from him.
He had her file in front of her, and from the looks of it, it was very think. Whoever said permanent records don't exist was extremely wrong. There was a lot of "mmm"s and "ahhh"s until he finally spoke up first.
"Miranda, cette note est vraiment pitoyable." said Mr. Richter.
"Say what?"
"This grade. It's really not good. I understand you are looking for a tutor."
Miranda nodded. This was her first encounter with the guidance counsellor and she was already looking for help. This was far from being a good thing.
"Well, I already have one for you. His name is Andrew York, and he speaks fluent French. He spent a year in France. I already talked to him, and he agreed to help you. I am sure you will get along with him. He will meet you tomorrow after school in the library. Is that okay?"
"Sure, that's fine."
"Bonne chance!"
"Pardon?" she blurted. She was sick of hearing French.
" Oh dear God...Good luck!"
***
Miranda and Lizzie met at lunch in the cafeteria and sat down at their usual table. Soon enough, though, Ethan was beckoning them over to theirs.
"Lizzie, why is Ethan Craft inviting us to his table." asked Miranda.
" I don't know...Maybe its cause he asked me out last night!" Lizzie said trying to hide her excitement.
"What! That's huge! What about Gordo? Did you tell him about this?" asked Miranda. Having been his confidant, she felt the obligation to help him along. And though she new that in her heart Lizzie wanted to be with Ethan, Gordo loved her more than anything.
"Well, he came to talk to me this morning but I don't think he really needs to know." Lizzie said.
"Suit yourself. Ok, so are we sitting with them or are we staying here staring like two baboons?" asked Miranda, realising that they had in fact been staring at Ethan's table. They got up and left to go join them.
***
On his side, Gordo was feeling incredibly lonely. He had heard about Lizzie and Ethan and now felt completely inadequate. He refused to look at her for the moment. He sat alone at his lunch table, took out a book and began reading.
A few minutes later Kate joined him.
"So, I heard about Lizzie and Ethan. People are saying you were de-va-sta- ted!" Kate said, almost excitedly.
"And you care because..."
"I can help you. I wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for this...business transaction." she said, examining the surroundings of the "uncool" tables with disdain, and yet knowing that this was now her place.
"What a romantic way of putting it. Said Gordo. Thanks, but no thanks."
"Its not what you think. On my side, all you have to do is try to get Lizzie back. And I will try to get Ethan. That way, we both get what we want."
Gordo considered it for a second but immediately snapped himself out of it.
"I am not falling into this trap. I am not going to try to make someone who obviously wants nothing to do with me fall for me. That's just pathetic."
"Suit yourself", said Kate while getting up to leave. She began walking away. Gordo just dropped his head onto the table and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Just remember," she said, "Good guys finish last."
***
A/N: This is it guys. I now return to the Orange. Until I get 5 reviews, that is. Ciao.
-Vivi
Episode 2: The Twilight Zone
Disclaimer: See episode 1
Setting: see episode 1
A/N: I know. The action is going pretty slowly. Blame it on my admiration for David E. Kelley and his cliffhangers. Or blame it on the fact that all my brainpower is currently concentrated on reading A Clockwork Orange (which is, by the way, a awesome book). For those of you who asked for more details, I worked on it in this one. Tell me if it improved (be aware that I am not usually a fiction writer, but journalism and opinion texts are my thing... I am trying to develop my fiction skills.) I do assure you that hanging on is worth it. And ^^^^ still signal Cartoon Lizzie action.
Vivi loves you.
____________________________________________________________________________ ______
The night after the cheerleading tryouts, Miranda received a phone call from Gordo. He sounded kind of bummed and Miranda felt for her friend. In the past few days, they hadn't even talked to him. He had actually found a new crowd...Well, not one new crowd. He bounced from one to the next, but never really seemed to fit in, or to want to fit in for that matter. But there was one thing that was bothering him.
"I know your her best friend, and I know your vowed to secrecy, but can you at least tell me the reason why she wont talk to me? I mean, I'm pretty sure I figured the reason, but I'd like to hear it. I need to hear it..." Gordo spit out.
"Relax! interrupted Miranda. She hasn't even told me, but I think she hasn't been talking to you because she's afraid of your reaction. She's confused. She'd probably wants to talk to you, but she's too nervous to make the first step. " Said Miranda.
"But why would she be avoiding me altogether? We used to be best friends!" inquired Gordo.
"Girls are a complicated thing, Gordo. You'll see. Everything will work out." comforted Miranda
"I hope so...Hey, is it true you guys made cheer squad? And that Kate didn't?" asked Gordo, changing the subject that was making his stomach churn.
"We did! Isn't it great?" Miranda piped in excitedly.
"Of course. Said Gordo while not being so sure it really was. Well, I have to go. My mom wants the phone. Talk to you at school, I hope..."
"Gordo! Just talk to her! I'll see you at school" said Miranda.
***
On her end, Lizzie was receiving a phone call of her own.
"Hi Lizzie! Its Ethan"
Lizzie gasped and took a few seconds to regain her breath.
^^Receiving a call from Ethan Craft is like getting a severe blow to the head. You don't know if it'll cause permanent damage, or if you'll be able to recover...^^
"Uh...hi?" she said, excitedly confused.
"Hi! I heard you made cheerleading squad. Congratulations!" said Ethan
"Thanks!" she said, slowly regaining her vocabulary.
"Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me, after the first big basketball game next week."
"YES!" she replied, almost too enthusiastically.
"Great! I'll see you at school. Bye, Lizzie."
*Click*
The phone hung up and Lizzie couldn't believe it. She bounced up onto her bed. She tried to call Miranda, but the line was busy. She would have plenty of time to tell her the next day.
***
But the next day came around, and life just seemed to zoom by them. The next morning, when Lizzie woke up, she felt like she had just been handed a million dollars. She felt like dancing, felt like singing. She felt amazingly light. This feeling of uncertainty and of unrequited love that had been looming in her heart since middle school was gone and had been replaced with that wonderful feeling of lightness and perfection. It was like an out of body experience. She felt as if she was floating.
She arrived at school and looked for Miranda everywhere on the school grounds but she was nowhere to be found. The minutes she was looking for her seemed like hours, and she desperately wanted to share her happiness with her best friend. She checked everywhere: their lockers, the cafeteria, the library...Finally, feeling defeated, she sat on a bench in front of the school, took out her Discman and began finishing her homework. A few minutes later, someone sat beside her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi!" she said, seeing Gordo. For a split second, she felt as if they had never stopped talking and as if things were just as they were last time they talked. Of course, this feeling only lasted a split second and the look in Gordo's eyes made her question his motives. She was going to date Ethan, and she was happy with that. Why then was seeing Gordo making her feel guilty?
"Hi, he replied. Whatcha listening to?" he asked, trying to make small talk.
"A mix cd. Its great. What have you been up to?" she asked, switching the conversation to him.
"Not much. Busy with school, the usual...But I heard you made cheerleader! That's cool, I guess."
"Yeah, it is." She had so much she wanted to tell him. She wanted to say how Ethan had asked her out, and she wanted him to be happy for her. But she knew he wouldn't be, and like a knife cutting her from the inside, reality hit: Things would never be the same between her and Gordo. Their kiss, and the what-ifs that accompany it would always overshadow their relationship.
The bell rang and Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other. Seeing the pain in his eyes, she turned away and got up. After saying goodbye, she walked to her first class with an immense weight on her heart.
***
Miranda on her side had spent the morning in her guidance counsellor's office. She had been doing horrible in French class, and was desperately seeking a tutor. "Language of love, my butt!" she muttered to herself while waiting for her appointment. Mr. Richter called her in and she sat down across from him.
He had her file in front of her, and from the looks of it, it was very think. Whoever said permanent records don't exist was extremely wrong. There was a lot of "mmm"s and "ahhh"s until he finally spoke up first.
"Miranda, cette note est vraiment pitoyable." said Mr. Richter.
"Say what?"
"This grade. It's really not good. I understand you are looking for a tutor."
Miranda nodded. This was her first encounter with the guidance counsellor and she was already looking for help. This was far from being a good thing.
"Well, I already have one for you. His name is Andrew York, and he speaks fluent French. He spent a year in France. I already talked to him, and he agreed to help you. I am sure you will get along with him. He will meet you tomorrow after school in the library. Is that okay?"
"Sure, that's fine."
"Bonne chance!"
"Pardon?" she blurted. She was sick of hearing French.
" Oh dear God...Good luck!"
***
Miranda and Lizzie met at lunch in the cafeteria and sat down at their usual table. Soon enough, though, Ethan was beckoning them over to theirs.
"Lizzie, why is Ethan Craft inviting us to his table." asked Miranda.
" I don't know...Maybe its cause he asked me out last night!" Lizzie said trying to hide her excitement.
"What! That's huge! What about Gordo? Did you tell him about this?" asked Miranda. Having been his confidant, she felt the obligation to help him along. And though she new that in her heart Lizzie wanted to be with Ethan, Gordo loved her more than anything.
"Well, he came to talk to me this morning but I don't think he really needs to know." Lizzie said.
"Suit yourself. Ok, so are we sitting with them or are we staying here staring like two baboons?" asked Miranda, realising that they had in fact been staring at Ethan's table. They got up and left to go join them.
***
On his side, Gordo was feeling incredibly lonely. He had heard about Lizzie and Ethan and now felt completely inadequate. He refused to look at her for the moment. He sat alone at his lunch table, took out a book and began reading.
A few minutes later Kate joined him.
"So, I heard about Lizzie and Ethan. People are saying you were de-va-sta- ted!" Kate said, almost excitedly.
"And you care because..."
"I can help you. I wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for this...business transaction." she said, examining the surroundings of the "uncool" tables with disdain, and yet knowing that this was now her place.
"What a romantic way of putting it. Said Gordo. Thanks, but no thanks."
"Its not what you think. On my side, all you have to do is try to get Lizzie back. And I will try to get Ethan. That way, we both get what we want."
Gordo considered it for a second but immediately snapped himself out of it.
"I am not falling into this trap. I am not going to try to make someone who obviously wants nothing to do with me fall for me. That's just pathetic."
"Suit yourself", said Kate while getting up to leave. She began walking away. Gordo just dropped his head onto the table and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Just remember," she said, "Good guys finish last."
***
A/N: This is it guys. I now return to the Orange. Until I get 5 reviews, that is. Ciao.
-Vivi