Suddenly
by TheRealXenocide
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or anything else you recognize from the show Lizzie McGuire. The plot, at it's base, has been around since Homer.
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Chapter 3
Found
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Matt awoke to a room both strange and familiar. This wasn't his apartment, but . . . his room?!? Yet, not his room, because he was on a couch, and there was a lot of sewing equipment.
The door slowly opened, and his mother's head appeared. She saw he was awake, and hurried in. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I guess. What happened?"
"Gordo and Lizzie found you at her grave. It looked like you . . . cried yourself to sleep."
His face flushed red hearing this. "Oh, man."
"I'm glad you're finally letting yourself grieve." Jo said bluntly. "As much as you care for her, I was beginning to worry."
He blinked at her in amazement. "What do you mean by that?"
"A mother can see things, Matt. You loved her."
"Love her." It flew from his mouth before he could stop it. "How long have you known?"
"When you two first became friends, that's all is was. I think it was four years later, when she came back for the summer after her first year at UCLA, that I thought you two might be building up to something more. It wasn't until you learned she was marrying Todd that I knew you loved her, and I knew she loved you after you and Melina . . ."
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Matt couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "She didn't love me. How could she? She never . . ."
"Did you ever tell her?"
Those words triggered his grief and guilt, and he once more began to cry. This time, however, his mother was there for him.
by TheRealXenocide
`
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or anything else you recognize from the show Lizzie McGuire. The plot, at it's base, has been around since Homer.
`
Chapter 3
Found
`
Matt awoke to a room both strange and familiar. This wasn't his apartment, but . . . his room?!? Yet, not his room, because he was on a couch, and there was a lot of sewing equipment.
The door slowly opened, and his mother's head appeared. She saw he was awake, and hurried in. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I guess. What happened?"
"Gordo and Lizzie found you at her grave. It looked like you . . . cried yourself to sleep."
His face flushed red hearing this. "Oh, man."
"I'm glad you're finally letting yourself grieve." Jo said bluntly. "As much as you care for her, I was beginning to worry."
He blinked at her in amazement. "What do you mean by that?"
"A mother can see things, Matt. You loved her."
"Love her." It flew from his mouth before he could stop it. "How long have you known?"
"When you two first became friends, that's all is was. I think it was four years later, when she came back for the summer after her first year at UCLA, that I thought you two might be building up to something more. It wasn't until you learned she was marrying Todd that I knew you loved her, and I knew she loved you after you and Melina . . ."
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Matt couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "She didn't love me. How could she? She never . . ."
"Did you ever tell her?"
Those words triggered his grief and guilt, and he once more began to cry. This time, however, his mother was there for him.