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Behind Closed Doors



Lizzie and Will stepped up to the threshold to the party. He looked down at her. "She looks beautiful. And she is only in jeans and a pink T- Shirt," Will thought. He couldn't believe himself. He had better wipe that smile off his face before he walked into his friends' party. He was beginning to act in love. "But I'm not in love with her. I just really like her, her innocence, her smile, her hair, the smell of her hair...OK, that's enough Harter," he concluded to himself. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and looked back at Lizzie. She was looking up at him.

"You ready?" He asked her. She smirked back at him, her hazel eyes gleaming.

"When you are."

Will smiled and opened the door. There were crowds of people around, all from different sports teams. The cheerleaders were still in uniform, and most of the football players had their Letterman Jackets on. Lizzie hadn't seen anyone she knew, but many she knew of. On the other hand, Will was getting greets from ten people at a time. He brushed them off, especially when he got the bittersweet one from his old junior high girlfriend. He didn't even know she still went to their school.

Just as he was going to ask Lizzie if she wanted a drink, his friend Justin from the football team crashed on top of his shoulders. Lizzie swung around, terrified. She took a few steps back, not drawing too much attention to herself. Will and that guy had calmed down and started to talk. But Will was feeling the high from the game come back to him in an instant. He felt rowdy, like he had so much energy he just needed to unleash. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lizzie. He grabbed his wrist, not knowing his own strength. He pulled her into a reversed hug, where her body was spooning his, and his arms were around her. She didn't feel very comfortable in that situation. Will just smiled down at her.

"Everybody, I'd like to make an announcement. This girl, right here, this freshman. Her name is Lizzie McGuire, and she is my girlfriend!" Will yelled loudly. His teammates cheered, and some of the cheerleaders made small 'tutting' noises. Lizzie pulled away, ready to declare.

"Come on Will. Lets not make a scene," Lizzie said, taking his hands in hers. They were very warm, and she could feel his pulse vibrating along with hers. Although, his was going a lot faster.

Will dropped his hands, and pouted his puppy-dogface. He stepped in closer, and grabbed Lizzie's shoulder and brought his face close to his, and whispered into her ear: "I'll talk to you about this later."

He turned around, and walked away from Lizzie, about 10 feet. He joined his friends in a loud chorus of laughter. Will grabbed a football and pegged it across the crowded room.

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Miranda leaned back into the arms of her boyfriend, Ian. She looked into his light green eyes and smiled. She broke the eye contact, when she saw a very familiar head of blonde hair be twirled around across the room. Lizzie was in the clutches of Will Harter, her new boyfriend. He had just turned his back on her, and left her standing there, alone. Part of Miranda's heart pained for Lizzie, wanted to finally go over there after the month of not being friends, and just tell her their whole fight was crazy. But the other part of Miranda, the love struck side, never wanted to leave Ian's arms.

"Hey, Miranda," she looked up at Ian's voice. She shook her head for a 'what'. "Can you get up for a second? I have to go to the bathroom," Ian said in his deep throaty voice. Miranda nodded, and slid off his lap. She slid on the cool leather coach and rested her head in her hands. She watched her boyfriend disappear in the wave of dancing teens, and her eyes rested on Lizzie once again. She was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, again, alone. Miranda wondered if she apologized to Lizzie, would she take her apology into consideration? And would she even listen? The way the last party had ended for Lizzie and her wasn't exactly the peachiest of situations. Miranda knew Lizzie had been trying to think of an elaborate scheme to make Gordo hers, but the way the whole thing had ended, it looked like Lizzie needed some friends in her life. But she was so confused with this situation. One day Gordo would be all for being friends with Lizzie again, but then the next day, if you mentioned her name, he'd be in a sour mood the whole day. It was too complicated to even try to understand. "This is it, Sanchez. You are going to lay it on the line for Lizzie," she thought to herself. As she stood up, will turned back on Lizzie, a huge smirk on his face.

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Julia picked the phone of its consol for the 4th time in a row. She was going to do this. No matter the consequences. Adam had a new someone in her life. And whatever her conscience said, she had the perfect way to make him a new permanent addition in her life. And that was to get as many guys swooning over what he couldn't have. And the first step was to get the guys over her. Then she needed to frame that little weasel, Alexis, or 'Lexi', out of the picture. Julia looked at the phone in her hand, and she was unaware that her hand was shaking out of control. She seized her wrist and hung the phone up. "I can't do this to Gordo. He just doesn't deserve this," Julia's conscience rattled. "Ugh, but if I don't do this, I can never be happy with the guy I love..." Julia's more logical side declared. She had made her decision.

Julia picked up the phone and dialed the phone number stored away in her mind. The phone clicked, and he answered.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, uh, Gordo? It's me, Julia, I think we need to talk..."

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Lizzie looked at Will, her boyfriend, who had been acting like a madman for the past 20 minutes. She had been sitting alone, neglected in the corner like a dog who made a mess on the carpet. The second Will turned around, she saw Miranda start to get out of her seat, her eyes locked on Lizzie.

But Will had distracted her. He was strutting towards her, a smirk on his face.

"Common Lizzie!" Will said excitedly. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her forward, his hand clamped uncomfortably on her arm. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

"Ow! Will, you're hurting me!" Lizzie screeched, releasing her arm in a large jerk motion. He looked at her, his eyes dancing.

"I'm sorry! Hey guys! Look at this!" Will said. All his friends turned around, Will stepped a few feet closer to where Lizzie had backed up from. Lizzie had no time to debate, because in less than a second, Lizzie was flown over Will's shoulder, being held tightly by his one arm. He began prancing around the room, flopping Lizzie around like a tourists attraction.

"I am going to kill him!" Lizzie thought angrily. "WILL! Let me down!" Lizzie screamed at the top of her lungs. Will stopped in his tracks.

He threw Lizzie down on the couch and pulled her up by her wrist. Lizzie looked around for support but she couldn't find anyone. "Will...what are you doing?"

"What are you doing, Lizzie? I came here to have some fun, and you've only been complaining!" he shot at her, his temple throbbing. He looked like he was in physical pain.

"Will, are you drunk or something?" Lizzie asked, lowering her voice. He looked at her, his glare slicing through her heart.

"No. How dare you even!" Will screamed, his voice intensifying.

"Will, not here! I don't want to start something that we'll regret," Lizzie tried to reason calmly. Will just looked at her like she just killed his dog.

"Fine, we'll go somewhere else, and that, Lizzie, you should regret ever opening your mouth." Will dragged Lizzie up the stairs and into a room, slammed the door, and then locked it.

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Lizzie sat in the small kitchen, refilling her glass of Coca Cola. There was no one else in the kitchen, thankfully, because then no one would be able to see her tears. Lizzie didn't know what had transformed her boyfriend. "He's, he's a monster," Lizzie thought. She let out a small sigh, followed by a round of tiny sobs. She was in pain. She was about to totally loose her composure, when she heard a throat being cleared behind her. She swung herself around to see the last person standing behind her.

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"Surprise," Miranda said to Lizzie, who was as surprised as Miranda that she was there, talking to her.

"Hi," Lizzie said softly, but flatly. She looked at her Coca Cola, and then back at Miranda. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, well, I came here with my boyfriend-" Miranda started.

"No, I meant, what are you doing here, talking to me. I thought you hated me," Lizzie said, the tears in her eyes turning rock solid.

"Not really...you assumed that I did," Miranda said slowly, looking from her feet to Lizzie shyly. Lizzie sat in shock, paralyzed from movement.

"You...don't...hate me?" Lizzie asked, tears returning to her eyes. She bit the inside of her lip to keep the tears from falling. Miranda's eyes were also filling with tears, which rarely happened.

"Lizzie, I- - I could never hate you," she said, her voice wavering, taking a step forward, closer to Lizzie.

"I'm so sorry, Miranda," Lizzie said finally breaking down. She had gotten off her stool, and standing awkwardly.

"And I am too. I forgive you to, for everything," Miranda said looking her friend in the eye. Lizzie's face was red and blotchy, and her eyes were over flown. But she didn't mind. She had recovered one of the best things in her life.

"I'm sorry," Lizzie repeated again. Miranda held out her arms for a hug, and Lizzie slid into her best friend's arms. Miranda was trying to calm Lizzie down, but when she put her hands on her shoulders Lizzie winced and began sobbing again.



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