Questions, many, many, questions.
How the heck do I get my stupid italics to work at fanfic.net? Stupid thing won't except my html.WTH? (what the heck or-well-yeah you know what I mean)
How many reviews do most people get after they write a story, including e- mail inbox? (Just wondering you know, because I got like fifty thousand, THANK YOU, and I'm wondering if that's just people being, you know really nice, or just my story was actually worth my time and effort)
WHY CAN'T I GET THIS TO WORK
......
When I'm writing normal things?
An answer to this poor and pathetic non-internet savvy girl, living in a hole that is Johnstown PA.well keep up the reviews, they made me so happy! But please, be honest, be brutal, I'm tough I can stand the criticism. Dang, I get enough of it at school.
Oh and translation, It is good, no? It is hard work.
I have an obsession with French . haha.
And on with the show.
Disclaimer: (think I forgot one in the last chapter.oops.) Anyway, I do NOT own Lizzie McGuire, and if I did, I would be playing Lizzie, instead of Miss Hilary Duff (though she's actually a very good actress come to think of it .) and A Thousand Miles belongs to Miss Vanessa Carlton
Chapter 3: Falling into something new
The day seemed longer than any Lizzie could remember. Every moment seemed to tick by so slowly, she just wanted to scream. Gordo wouldn't talk to her, he wouldn't even look at her, and it just made her heart ache. Gordo had never really been mad at her before. Nothing like this. They'd had fights, sure, what friendship hadn't? They'd had slight arguments over dumb things, Ethan Craft, her obsession with Ethan Craft, Ethan Craft's hair, Ethan Craft's brain, yeah basically anything that dealt with Ethan Craft. Gordo hated him, and not that Lizzie blamed Gordo, because really, it had to be hard to have the girls always hanging and obsessing over his good looks and charm, and the it annoyed him to death how Ethan didn't have enough brains to fill an egg-cup.
It was seventh period English, Gordo sat right in front of her. She stared at the back of his head, and the dark curls that covered it, he'd always had unreasonable hair. She tapped her pencil lightly against her desk and sighed, what was up with him? Why was he so upset? Gordo was never this stubborn-wait never mind, scratch that, Gordo was stubborn a lot.
'Gordo', she thought, 'Why won't you talk to me?'
--
The bell rang finally, at the end of seventh period. Lizzie usually enjoyed English too, she had discovered that year, with a little push from her teacher Miss Bennett that she was actually not half bad at writing. But she just couldn't concentrate on her Creative Writing Essay 'Talk about a familiar childhood memory'. Mostly she couldn't stop thinking about those times in the garden with her best friend.
'What's wrong with me!' her mind seemed to be screaming. She was walking out of the room, trying hard not to think about how the only real friend she had wouldn't even look at her. 'Gordo will calm down,' she thought miserably. But for some reason this time it felt worse, worse than their normal little fights. This time it felt as if something bad was going to happen.
Lizzie stopped dead, suddenly, realizing that she was in front of her locker, which was by Gordo's locker. She had unconsciously walked there. He was digging inside his backpack, and tossing in the books he would need for homework.
"Hi," she said, very quietly.
He didn't answer.
"Gordo, why won't you talk to me?' she demanded.
Still no reply.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" she hollered, a little louder than she meant.
"What's my problem?" he cried, spinning around.
"He speaks!" Lizzie pulled a small smile, but dissolved it when she saw the look of contempt on his face.
"Do you know what my problem is Lizzie McGuire?"
She didn't know.
"My problem, is YOU. My best friend, who really isn't a friend."
"Gordo, I'm sorry if I hurt you when I laughed, it's just, I mean I figured that you wouldn't take it seriously."
"Yes, well I did." He retorted, and slamming his locker door shut he stormed away.
"Gordo .. " she murmured, as he disappeared into a sea of bodies. "Oh, gosh Gordo, why are you so angry?"
--
"Mom?" Lizzie closed the heavy oak door behind her as she entered the house.
"In here honey!" her mother called.
Lizzie walked into the kitchen, feeling sort of out of it.
"Sweetie you okay?" Jo looked at her daughter's tired face, she looked extremely distraught.
"What?" Lizzie hadn't heard her mother, she was spacing.
"Okay, what's up?" asked Jo, she knew when her daughter was upset "Come on, sit down, girl talk, let's go." She pulled out a chair from the marble island positioned in the middle of the McGuire's spacious kitchen.
Lizzie sat down, however reluctantly on the stool at the island. "It's just; Gordo's really upset with me."
Jo looked surprised. "Over what?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly--" Lizzie was just about to say that she shouldn't have laughed, when Matt came skidding into the room.
"Uh .. Mom?"
"Matt! Can't you see that your sister and I are talking???" Jo demanded.
"But Mom, I just wanted to tell you that if you get a call from someone about mice, frogs, pickles and Ms. Hanson's poodle, just know, IT WASN'T ME!!" And with that Matt McGuire ran right out of the room.
"MATT!!!" Jo yelled, "Come Back!!!" she turned to her daughter with a sorrowful expression on her face. "Honey, I'll be back, I have to go take care of your brother."
"It's okay Mom, do you mind if I take a walk?"
"Sure honey, be back before dark."
--
The world was still warm and breezy when Lizzie started strolling down the street. It was only a little after 3, and she just sort of blocked everyone at. She didn't want to think about how much her heart was aching for her best friend, maybe if she went over to the Gordon's, and went inside. He couldn't just storm away from his own house, could he? But she knew what Gordo was like, he would do if he had to, he would slam the door in her face, or maybe just not answer it at all.
'My life is so irreversibly screwed up!' she thought. The one girl that she happened to be best friends with had moved away, the boy she had loved as a friend forever was gone too. She was a total loner.
Her feet shuffled under her, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, it didn't matter. She just needed to clear her head.
~*Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound*~
Glancing around she realized her position, downtown. Lumps of people in all directions, it was hard not stepping on anyone.
~*Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd~*
God, what was the point? Why go anywhere, if no one wants you?
~*And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....*~
Maybe if the earth just swallowed her up, totally and completely, anything better than to be here, where someone she cared about hated her ..
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight*~
Why is it that he had to be so stubborn!!?? Didn't he care that he was killing her?!
"Wait a minute," Lizzie stopped half way down the street. "Why do I care? It's Gordo!! I mean-I mean . "
~*It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me*~
She recovered quickly, realizing those thoughts were ridiculous. "He's my best friend in the whole world, what do you do without your best friend?"
~*'Cause everything's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memories
'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder .... *~
But right now, more than ever, she needed her best friend. She needed him to say, "Hey Lizzie, wanna go to the Digital Bean?" She needed him because a day without him to talk to was just so lonely.
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight*~
Let the world swallow her up, right now, get her the hell out of this mess.
~And I, I
Don't want to let you know
I, I
Drown in your memory
I, I
Don't want to let this go
I, I
Don't ...... *~
She stopped, and looked ahead, and there he was, just walking down the street.
Hands shoved deep in his pockets he obviously wasn't paying any attention, lost in thought. She wanted to run to him, hug him, and apologize. But she couldn't budge. 'Move your feet Lizzie McGuire' her mind was screaming. She had to move, she had to get to him ... she had to ..
"Gordo!" she cried, sprinting down the littered sidewalk, pushing past kids and parents, gossiping neighbors, smooching couples.
~*Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound*~
And he stopped, he really stopped and looked at her.
"Hi." She said quietly.
He looked at her. "Lizzie look, I need to-I need to ... " He couldn't finish. "Lizzie I just want to tell you-"
"Gordo, I get it, I'm sorry I laughed, I just figured-"
"Lizzie, don't talk, I need to do something right now, and if I don't I'll regret it."
And that's when he did it. Totally spontaneous, a flame, a spark, something real, something that Lizzie could have held in her arms and looked at, it seemed that beautiful, and that perfect. A real kiss.
Lizzie had been kissed twice in her lifetime, only two real kisses, the kind between boyfriend and girlfriend had passed on her lips.
But this was different.
This just hit her upside the head with fireworks, electricity-everything. The kind of kisses only romance novels talk about, or you dream about. She stood there for a second after it was over and looked at him.
And before she could put a tighter grasp on the moment, cling to it, memorize it, he was gone, he turned and disappeared into the many pedestrians on the crowded sidewalk.
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you ...... Tonight*~
"Oh my God." She said in a barely audible whisper, and then Lizzie McGuire blacked out.
HAHA!!! Cliff hanger!!! DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNN!!
Yeah I know, update soon, I'm workin on it!!
~Jen
How the heck do I get my stupid italics to work at fanfic.net? Stupid thing won't except my html.WTH? (what the heck or-well-yeah you know what I mean)
How many reviews do most people get after they write a story, including e- mail inbox? (Just wondering you know, because I got like fifty thousand, THANK YOU, and I'm wondering if that's just people being, you know really nice, or just my story was actually worth my time and effort)
WHY CAN'T I GET THIS TO WORK
......
When I'm writing normal things?
An answer to this poor and pathetic non-internet savvy girl, living in a hole that is Johnstown PA.well keep up the reviews, they made me so happy! But please, be honest, be brutal, I'm tough I can stand the criticism. Dang, I get enough of it at school.
Oh and translation, It is good, no? It is hard work.
I have an obsession with French . haha.
And on with the show.
Disclaimer: (think I forgot one in the last chapter.oops.) Anyway, I do NOT own Lizzie McGuire, and if I did, I would be playing Lizzie, instead of Miss Hilary Duff (though she's actually a very good actress come to think of it .) and A Thousand Miles belongs to Miss Vanessa Carlton
Chapter 3: Falling into something new
The day seemed longer than any Lizzie could remember. Every moment seemed to tick by so slowly, she just wanted to scream. Gordo wouldn't talk to her, he wouldn't even look at her, and it just made her heart ache. Gordo had never really been mad at her before. Nothing like this. They'd had fights, sure, what friendship hadn't? They'd had slight arguments over dumb things, Ethan Craft, her obsession with Ethan Craft, Ethan Craft's hair, Ethan Craft's brain, yeah basically anything that dealt with Ethan Craft. Gordo hated him, and not that Lizzie blamed Gordo, because really, it had to be hard to have the girls always hanging and obsessing over his good looks and charm, and the it annoyed him to death how Ethan didn't have enough brains to fill an egg-cup.
It was seventh period English, Gordo sat right in front of her. She stared at the back of his head, and the dark curls that covered it, he'd always had unreasonable hair. She tapped her pencil lightly against her desk and sighed, what was up with him? Why was he so upset? Gordo was never this stubborn-wait never mind, scratch that, Gordo was stubborn a lot.
'Gordo', she thought, 'Why won't you talk to me?'
--
The bell rang finally, at the end of seventh period. Lizzie usually enjoyed English too, she had discovered that year, with a little push from her teacher Miss Bennett that she was actually not half bad at writing. But she just couldn't concentrate on her Creative Writing Essay 'Talk about a familiar childhood memory'. Mostly she couldn't stop thinking about those times in the garden with her best friend.
'What's wrong with me!' her mind seemed to be screaming. She was walking out of the room, trying hard not to think about how the only real friend she had wouldn't even look at her. 'Gordo will calm down,' she thought miserably. But for some reason this time it felt worse, worse than their normal little fights. This time it felt as if something bad was going to happen.
Lizzie stopped dead, suddenly, realizing that she was in front of her locker, which was by Gordo's locker. She had unconsciously walked there. He was digging inside his backpack, and tossing in the books he would need for homework.
"Hi," she said, very quietly.
He didn't answer.
"Gordo, why won't you talk to me?' she demanded.
Still no reply.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" she hollered, a little louder than she meant.
"What's my problem?" he cried, spinning around.
"He speaks!" Lizzie pulled a small smile, but dissolved it when she saw the look of contempt on his face.
"Do you know what my problem is Lizzie McGuire?"
She didn't know.
"My problem, is YOU. My best friend, who really isn't a friend."
"Gordo, I'm sorry if I hurt you when I laughed, it's just, I mean I figured that you wouldn't take it seriously."
"Yes, well I did." He retorted, and slamming his locker door shut he stormed away.
"Gordo .. " she murmured, as he disappeared into a sea of bodies. "Oh, gosh Gordo, why are you so angry?"
--
"Mom?" Lizzie closed the heavy oak door behind her as she entered the house.
"In here honey!" her mother called.
Lizzie walked into the kitchen, feeling sort of out of it.
"Sweetie you okay?" Jo looked at her daughter's tired face, she looked extremely distraught.
"What?" Lizzie hadn't heard her mother, she was spacing.
"Okay, what's up?" asked Jo, she knew when her daughter was upset "Come on, sit down, girl talk, let's go." She pulled out a chair from the marble island positioned in the middle of the McGuire's spacious kitchen.
Lizzie sat down, however reluctantly on the stool at the island. "It's just; Gordo's really upset with me."
Jo looked surprised. "Over what?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly--" Lizzie was just about to say that she shouldn't have laughed, when Matt came skidding into the room.
"Uh .. Mom?"
"Matt! Can't you see that your sister and I are talking???" Jo demanded.
"But Mom, I just wanted to tell you that if you get a call from someone about mice, frogs, pickles and Ms. Hanson's poodle, just know, IT WASN'T ME!!" And with that Matt McGuire ran right out of the room.
"MATT!!!" Jo yelled, "Come Back!!!" she turned to her daughter with a sorrowful expression on her face. "Honey, I'll be back, I have to go take care of your brother."
"It's okay Mom, do you mind if I take a walk?"
"Sure honey, be back before dark."
--
The world was still warm and breezy when Lizzie started strolling down the street. It was only a little after 3, and she just sort of blocked everyone at. She didn't want to think about how much her heart was aching for her best friend, maybe if she went over to the Gordon's, and went inside. He couldn't just storm away from his own house, could he? But she knew what Gordo was like, he would do if he had to, he would slam the door in her face, or maybe just not answer it at all.
'My life is so irreversibly screwed up!' she thought. The one girl that she happened to be best friends with had moved away, the boy she had loved as a friend forever was gone too. She was a total loner.
Her feet shuffled under her, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, it didn't matter. She just needed to clear her head.
~*Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound*~
Glancing around she realized her position, downtown. Lumps of people in all directions, it was hard not stepping on anyone.
~*Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd~*
God, what was the point? Why go anywhere, if no one wants you?
~*And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....*~
Maybe if the earth just swallowed her up, totally and completely, anything better than to be here, where someone she cared about hated her ..
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight*~
Why is it that he had to be so stubborn!!?? Didn't he care that he was killing her?!
"Wait a minute," Lizzie stopped half way down the street. "Why do I care? It's Gordo!! I mean-I mean . "
~*It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me*~
She recovered quickly, realizing those thoughts were ridiculous. "He's my best friend in the whole world, what do you do without your best friend?"
~*'Cause everything's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memories
'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder .... *~
But right now, more than ever, she needed her best friend. She needed him to say, "Hey Lizzie, wanna go to the Digital Bean?" She needed him because a day without him to talk to was just so lonely.
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight*~
Let the world swallow her up, right now, get her the hell out of this mess.
~And I, I
Don't want to let you know
I, I
Drown in your memory
I, I
Don't want to let this go
I, I
Don't ...... *~
She stopped, and looked ahead, and there he was, just walking down the street.
Hands shoved deep in his pockets he obviously wasn't paying any attention, lost in thought. She wanted to run to him, hug him, and apologize. But she couldn't budge. 'Move your feet Lizzie McGuire' her mind was screaming. She had to move, she had to get to him ... she had to ..
"Gordo!" she cried, sprinting down the littered sidewalk, pushing past kids and parents, gossiping neighbors, smooching couples.
~*Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound*~
And he stopped, he really stopped and looked at her.
"Hi." She said quietly.
He looked at her. "Lizzie look, I need to-I need to ... " He couldn't finish. "Lizzie I just want to tell you-"
"Gordo, I get it, I'm sorry I laughed, I just figured-"
"Lizzie, don't talk, I need to do something right now, and if I don't I'll regret it."
And that's when he did it. Totally spontaneous, a flame, a spark, something real, something that Lizzie could have held in her arms and looked at, it seemed that beautiful, and that perfect. A real kiss.
Lizzie had been kissed twice in her lifetime, only two real kisses, the kind between boyfriend and girlfriend had passed on her lips.
But this was different.
This just hit her upside the head with fireworks, electricity-everything. The kind of kisses only romance novels talk about, or you dream about. She stood there for a second after it was over and looked at him.
And before she could put a tighter grasp on the moment, cling to it, memorize it, he was gone, he turned and disappeared into the many pedestrians on the crowded sidewalk.
~*If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you ...... Tonight*~
"Oh my God." She said in a barely audible whisper, and then Lizzie McGuire blacked out.
HAHA!!! Cliff hanger!!! DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNN!!
Yeah I know, update soon, I'm workin on it!!
~Jen
