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Score One
Lizzie sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her moms SUV. She looked at the clock, it read 5:04. She was so anxious to get to the school so se could see Will. Her mom was too busy listening to the beach boys to notice Lizzie's frantic sighs.
"So Lizzie, you'll be home by 12, right?" Mrs. McGuire asked her daughter as she pulled up to the main entrance of the school. Lizzie hopped out of the SUV, and held the door open.
"Yup, oh, and I have a ride home from a very responsible friend," Lizzie added to avoid playing 20 Questions with her mom.
"And Lizzie," her mom added, as she was about to close the door. Lizzie turned and eyed her mom suspiciously. "I know what goes on at those parties, no drinking, no drugs, and no getting...'jiggy' with some boy."
Lizzie's eyes widened at her moms remark. "MOM!" Lizzie said trying not to break down into laughter. She closed the door to her mom's car, but the window rolled down.
"Have fun, Lizzie," her mom called driving out. Lizzie stood paralyzed for a second, not believing she was going to be going to a party with Will Harter. She snapped out of her small trance and walked to the main doors and swung them open. She walked slowly down the deserted hallway, leading past the office and guidance. She turned to the staircase, and outside she saw a familiar jersey sitting alone on a bench. She walked down the stairs even quicker, turned and opened the door to the quart yard. As she walked closer and closer, the number 11 on Will's jersey became clearer and clearer. Lizzie stood behind him for a few seconds, thinking of what she'd say to him. "How about, 'Hey Will", you idiot. Pull yourself together, McGuire," she scolded herself. She took a deep breath.
"Hey," she forced out. It came out sounding awkward, but he turned around and smiled.
He stood up quickly, looking a little afraid, a lopsided grin on his very cute face. "Hey, I'm glad you came early," he said. He moved his arm back, and gestured for them to walk. "Do you feel like a walk?" he asked. Lizzie nodded a 'yes'. They set off in back of the school, into a path that ran through the trees that lined the school's fields.
"So, are you nervous about the game?" Lizzie asked him, substituting the sound of breaking twigs. She pulled her gray hoodie closer around her body to hug herself from the cold wind.
"Not really. I'm happy cause you'll be here though," he said, looking at her for a few seconds. Lizzie must have been blushing because she felt her body warm up very quickly. "So, Lizzie," Will began, but broke off quickly. "Um, never mind."
"No, tell me. It's ok, I wont laugh or anything," Lizzie said, egging him on. She wanted to know what he wanted to tell so badly, that shed result to Chinese Water Torture to get it out of him.
"Well, I was wondering if you were going to the homecoming game next weekend?" He asked her, looking at his feet for safety.
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason..." he replied. For a split second Lizzie had thought he was going to ask her to the Homecoming dance. Or at least Midnight Madness. Midnight Madness is a function after the homecoming football game, win or loose. It's like a lock in at the school. There are dances, and hypnotists, swimming, karaoke, everything. And the whole thing lasts until 7 in the morning the next day.
"Oh," she said softly. She really wanted him to ask her to the dance, but then again, he was a senior.
"Actually, there is something else," he said abruptly. Lizzie looked up hopefully. "This could be it, this could be it," Lizzie thought to herself as she started him down, shredding to see any emotion what so ever.
"What's that?"
"Uh, well. I was wondering if you would want to go to the Homecoming Dance with me. I mean, if you already have a date- -"
"Will, I'd love to go with you," Lizzie said. Will broke out into a full smile that mirrored Lizzie's. They kept walking together in silence, until Will reached for her hand. His warmth traveled into Lizzie's body, and it was a reassuring feeling of safety and relaxation. As they got into thicker trees, the darkness became a heavier blanket of just plain darkness.
"Hey," Will said very quickly. That caused Lizzie to jump back a little. She looked up at him, curiously.
"What is it-" Before Lizzie could do anything, she found her eyelids fluttering shut, and she felt Will's lips on hers an instant before they met. She didn't know how long, but she didn't care how long they were in there. The only thing that mattered was that she was there with Will.
- - - - -
Cheers erupted from the crowd as Will kicked a perfect winning field goal with 2 seconds to spare. After the crowd had thinned out a little Lizzie made her way down the bleachers and got herself to the entrance of the school. The football team was walking slowly out, congratulations being thrown to them by random people from their town. Lizzie waited around for Will, but she saw no sign of him. Then, one of his friends, Trevor, walked by. "Ugh, what's his name? Tom, no...Terry, no. That's not it. Ah! Trevor!" Lizzie thought. Lizzie walked up behind him and cleared her throat obviously.
He swung around, and his eyes widened a little. "Oh, hey. Lizzie, right?" Trevor said.
"Yeah," she said nodding a little. "Your Trevor, right?" Trevor nodded. "Ok, well, I was wondering if you had seen Will around," Lizzie finished.
Trevor looked a little surprised, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. He seemed to be thinking, or whatever 'jocks' called it. 'Racking their brains'. "Uh, yeah, I actually saw him go with Coach to the nurses'. I bet you can catch him right now," he said.
Lizzie smiled warmly. "Thanks!" Lizzie ran off down the hall and down the stairs to get to the nurse on the second floor. She got to the door, but it was closed, so she waited outside of it. At least one minute later, Will came out, sweat beading of his forehead. As he stepped out of the office, he jumped back a little to see Lizzie standing there.
"How long have you been here?" He asked suspiciously. She looked up at him, a dazed and confused look on her face.
"Less than a minute, why?" She said, dragging the 'why' part out. She looked at him under a microscope, going to analyze his every word.
"Uh, well, I don't want you to wait for long while I change," he said casually. Over the years, he had become good with coming up with excuses.
"Oh, that's sweet," Lizzie said, her smile blooming into a full-blown grin.
Will stepped in closer to Lizzie, and swept his lips over hers for a few seconds. Once they broke apart, he walked away, not ever breaking eye contact.
A/N: +if you love me and my story, you'll review+wink+wink+wink+
Score One
Lizzie sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her moms SUV. She looked at the clock, it read 5:04. She was so anxious to get to the school so se could see Will. Her mom was too busy listening to the beach boys to notice Lizzie's frantic sighs.
"So Lizzie, you'll be home by 12, right?" Mrs. McGuire asked her daughter as she pulled up to the main entrance of the school. Lizzie hopped out of the SUV, and held the door open.
"Yup, oh, and I have a ride home from a very responsible friend," Lizzie added to avoid playing 20 Questions with her mom.
"And Lizzie," her mom added, as she was about to close the door. Lizzie turned and eyed her mom suspiciously. "I know what goes on at those parties, no drinking, no drugs, and no getting...'jiggy' with some boy."
Lizzie's eyes widened at her moms remark. "MOM!" Lizzie said trying not to break down into laughter. She closed the door to her mom's car, but the window rolled down.
"Have fun, Lizzie," her mom called driving out. Lizzie stood paralyzed for a second, not believing she was going to be going to a party with Will Harter. She snapped out of her small trance and walked to the main doors and swung them open. She walked slowly down the deserted hallway, leading past the office and guidance. She turned to the staircase, and outside she saw a familiar jersey sitting alone on a bench. She walked down the stairs even quicker, turned and opened the door to the quart yard. As she walked closer and closer, the number 11 on Will's jersey became clearer and clearer. Lizzie stood behind him for a few seconds, thinking of what she'd say to him. "How about, 'Hey Will", you idiot. Pull yourself together, McGuire," she scolded herself. She took a deep breath.
"Hey," she forced out. It came out sounding awkward, but he turned around and smiled.
He stood up quickly, looking a little afraid, a lopsided grin on his very cute face. "Hey, I'm glad you came early," he said. He moved his arm back, and gestured for them to walk. "Do you feel like a walk?" he asked. Lizzie nodded a 'yes'. They set off in back of the school, into a path that ran through the trees that lined the school's fields.
"So, are you nervous about the game?" Lizzie asked him, substituting the sound of breaking twigs. She pulled her gray hoodie closer around her body to hug herself from the cold wind.
"Not really. I'm happy cause you'll be here though," he said, looking at her for a few seconds. Lizzie must have been blushing because she felt her body warm up very quickly. "So, Lizzie," Will began, but broke off quickly. "Um, never mind."
"No, tell me. It's ok, I wont laugh or anything," Lizzie said, egging him on. She wanted to know what he wanted to tell so badly, that shed result to Chinese Water Torture to get it out of him.
"Well, I was wondering if you were going to the homecoming game next weekend?" He asked her, looking at his feet for safety.
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason..." he replied. For a split second Lizzie had thought he was going to ask her to the Homecoming dance. Or at least Midnight Madness. Midnight Madness is a function after the homecoming football game, win or loose. It's like a lock in at the school. There are dances, and hypnotists, swimming, karaoke, everything. And the whole thing lasts until 7 in the morning the next day.
"Oh," she said softly. She really wanted him to ask her to the dance, but then again, he was a senior.
"Actually, there is something else," he said abruptly. Lizzie looked up hopefully. "This could be it, this could be it," Lizzie thought to herself as she started him down, shredding to see any emotion what so ever.
"What's that?"
"Uh, well. I was wondering if you would want to go to the Homecoming Dance with me. I mean, if you already have a date- -"
"Will, I'd love to go with you," Lizzie said. Will broke out into a full smile that mirrored Lizzie's. They kept walking together in silence, until Will reached for her hand. His warmth traveled into Lizzie's body, and it was a reassuring feeling of safety and relaxation. As they got into thicker trees, the darkness became a heavier blanket of just plain darkness.
"Hey," Will said very quickly. That caused Lizzie to jump back a little. She looked up at him, curiously.
"What is it-" Before Lizzie could do anything, she found her eyelids fluttering shut, and she felt Will's lips on hers an instant before they met. She didn't know how long, but she didn't care how long they were in there. The only thing that mattered was that she was there with Will.
- - - - -
Cheers erupted from the crowd as Will kicked a perfect winning field goal with 2 seconds to spare. After the crowd had thinned out a little Lizzie made her way down the bleachers and got herself to the entrance of the school. The football team was walking slowly out, congratulations being thrown to them by random people from their town. Lizzie waited around for Will, but she saw no sign of him. Then, one of his friends, Trevor, walked by. "Ugh, what's his name? Tom, no...Terry, no. That's not it. Ah! Trevor!" Lizzie thought. Lizzie walked up behind him and cleared her throat obviously.
He swung around, and his eyes widened a little. "Oh, hey. Lizzie, right?" Trevor said.
"Yeah," she said nodding a little. "Your Trevor, right?" Trevor nodded. "Ok, well, I was wondering if you had seen Will around," Lizzie finished.
Trevor looked a little surprised, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. He seemed to be thinking, or whatever 'jocks' called it. 'Racking their brains'. "Uh, yeah, I actually saw him go with Coach to the nurses'. I bet you can catch him right now," he said.
Lizzie smiled warmly. "Thanks!" Lizzie ran off down the hall and down the stairs to get to the nurse on the second floor. She got to the door, but it was closed, so she waited outside of it. At least one minute later, Will came out, sweat beading of his forehead. As he stepped out of the office, he jumped back a little to see Lizzie standing there.
"How long have you been here?" He asked suspiciously. She looked up at him, a dazed and confused look on her face.
"Less than a minute, why?" She said, dragging the 'why' part out. She looked at him under a microscope, going to analyze his every word.
"Uh, well, I don't want you to wait for long while I change," he said casually. Over the years, he had become good with coming up with excuses.
"Oh, that's sweet," Lizzie said, her smile blooming into a full-blown grin.
Will stepped in closer to Lizzie, and swept his lips over hers for a few seconds. Once they broke apart, he walked away, not ever breaking eye contact.
