Disclaimer : I don't own Lizzie , Just my dreams of Hilary.

This is the second chapter. If you don't like it. I don't blame Ya.

Chapter 2:

The day passed by slowly, with every minute making me feel more nervous. I tried to play my plan in my head, but it kept sounding awful to myself. I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Lizzie, but I just had to tell her.

At lunch I tried avoiding her by going to library and hiding in there for the whole period. When the final bell at 3 finally rang. I felt as though I was going to pass out. I just didn't fell well at all. My stomach felt as though it had a beehive in it and the bees had found a liking to stinging my insides. I drove her home and told her I would pick her up at 7. She replied by just smiling. The smile that would always cheer me up in the saddest of occasions. The smile that made me fall in love with her back in the first grade.

I went home and couldn't think of anything except Lizzie. She was everything to me. She was the reason I woke up everyday. She was the reason I took an extra breath to keep on living. I just couldn't picture my life without her (and if my plan doesn't work tonight, probably I would have to live without her) but I had to take the risk. I want to hold her in my arms, I want to kiss her beautiful lips, and I want to gaze indefinitely to her eyes without having to make up the excuse that she has something in them.

I just kept thinking over and over how much I loved this girl. And I hope she feels the same way for me. It was finally time for me to get ready for me to go pick up Lizzie. I got in my car and drove to her house. Knocked on the door and waited. When she finally opened the door, I saw that she was more beautiful than ever, She was just perfect.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah , lets go Gordo," she said.

I felt in my heart, that this was the girl I was destined to be with for the rest of my life.

Hopefully . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A/N: hey , how you all doing, today was a short chapter day, cause I got a test tomorrow for my early american history class, so I gotta study. Anyways, please comment on my sorry excuse for a story. Thanx. . . . . .