Chapter 6: Home Sweet Home
A/N: This might be the last update I have for a long time. Two months, July 15th, to be exact. Why? Vacation. I know it sucks, because I'm going to a place with no internet, no TV, no plugs (for a CD player. DVD player, etc), no radio, no nothing! And no AC, but it'll be 1250F or higher. So please don't get mad at me for not updating, be sorry for me instead. It'll be torture!
Kate POV
I sighed. "Look at them." I scoffed, motioning toward the sleeping dork and dorkette.
"Yeah, I knew he was getting the sting." Ethan, who was sitting next to me, replied.
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind."
"I mean, they are so lucky. So deeply in love... so happy... that's supposed to be me!" I crossed my arms. "It isn't fair."
"Hey, don't you like me?" Ethan looked a little hurt.
"Oh, of course I do." I rolled my eyes, as if it were obvious. "But you don't like me... do you?"
"I don't know... it's hard to decide between that hot Roman chick and you... man, was she hot!"
I scoffed.
"Okay, yeah, you're hotter, but only cuz she refused to eat spaghetti with me. Something about crabs."
"I think you mean carbs."
"Whatever. But look, Kate, I've missed you."
I gasped. Was this real? Ethan Craft, making sense?
"Really?" I asked hopefully.
"Yup."
I giggled.
***
Lizzie POV
"Wake up! Lizzie, wake up!" I heard a soft, subtle voice call my name.
"Five more minutes, mom." I grabbed my pillow and snuggled deeper into it.
"Lizzie!" This time, the voice was louder.
I opened my eyes, and saw a beet-red Gordo.
I gasped, noticing that I hadn't buried my head in my pillow, but I was clinging to him. It was my turn to turn red.
"Oh-oh! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, hoping that I hadn't embarrassed him.
"Lizzie, you can talk!"
I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh, my gosh! I can! Wait a minute... where are we?"
"Well, Lizzie, we're on the ground. We are in L.A."
I smiled.
Animated Lizzie: Yes! Finally home. Oh, I missed it so much!
"Can you walk?" He asked me.
I tried to move my leg, and pain stung me. I shook my head.
"Well, okay. Let's use the wheelchair."
He lifted me into the wheelchair, and I made my exit out of the plane, along with Mrs. Ungermyer, my parents, and Gordo.
I was home!
Well, at least I was 30 minutes from it.
***
I gasped as the car stopped at our house.
"What?" Gordo, who was sitting next to me in the minivan, asked.
"Home!" I exclaimed.
Gordo rolled his eyes.
We parked our car, took out all of the luggage, and finally, they helped me out. They left me and Matt at home while they drove Gordo back to his house, where his parents were waiting for him.
"How was Rome, Lizzie?" Matt asked, taking out his camera.
"Horrible, thanks to you." I said. * And apricots*. I added silently.
"That is not true." He said, zooming into my face. "You had a great time."
"Oh, and what makes you so sure?" I rolled my eyes.
"Um... Lizzie, no offense... but it's so obvious. I mean, if you call becoming famous, performing at the IMVA's, getting fame and fortune, stopping Paolo's fake career, and getting the love of your life 'horrible', then, Lizzie... you're nuts."
Animated Lizzie: The love of my life? And who might that be?
"The love of my life? And who might that be?"
He rolled his eyes again and went inside, leaving me blank.
Well, at least I was home.
A/N: This might be the last update I have for a long time. Two months, July 15th, to be exact. Why? Vacation. I know it sucks, because I'm going to a place with no internet, no TV, no plugs (for a CD player. DVD player, etc), no radio, no nothing! And no AC, but it'll be 1250F or higher. So please don't get mad at me for not updating, be sorry for me instead. It'll be torture!
Kate POV
I sighed. "Look at them." I scoffed, motioning toward the sleeping dork and dorkette.
"Yeah, I knew he was getting the sting." Ethan, who was sitting next to me, replied.
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind."
"I mean, they are so lucky. So deeply in love... so happy... that's supposed to be me!" I crossed my arms. "It isn't fair."
"Hey, don't you like me?" Ethan looked a little hurt.
"Oh, of course I do." I rolled my eyes, as if it were obvious. "But you don't like me... do you?"
"I don't know... it's hard to decide between that hot Roman chick and you... man, was she hot!"
I scoffed.
"Okay, yeah, you're hotter, but only cuz she refused to eat spaghetti with me. Something about crabs."
"I think you mean carbs."
"Whatever. But look, Kate, I've missed you."
I gasped. Was this real? Ethan Craft, making sense?
"Really?" I asked hopefully.
"Yup."
I giggled.
***
Lizzie POV
"Wake up! Lizzie, wake up!" I heard a soft, subtle voice call my name.
"Five more minutes, mom." I grabbed my pillow and snuggled deeper into it.
"Lizzie!" This time, the voice was louder.
I opened my eyes, and saw a beet-red Gordo.
I gasped, noticing that I hadn't buried my head in my pillow, but I was clinging to him. It was my turn to turn red.
"Oh-oh! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, hoping that I hadn't embarrassed him.
"Lizzie, you can talk!"
I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh, my gosh! I can! Wait a minute... where are we?"
"Well, Lizzie, we're on the ground. We are in L.A."
I smiled.
Animated Lizzie: Yes! Finally home. Oh, I missed it so much!
"Can you walk?" He asked me.
I tried to move my leg, and pain stung me. I shook my head.
"Well, okay. Let's use the wheelchair."
He lifted me into the wheelchair, and I made my exit out of the plane, along with Mrs. Ungermyer, my parents, and Gordo.
I was home!
Well, at least I was 30 minutes from it.
***
I gasped as the car stopped at our house.
"What?" Gordo, who was sitting next to me in the minivan, asked.
"Home!" I exclaimed.
Gordo rolled his eyes.
We parked our car, took out all of the luggage, and finally, they helped me out. They left me and Matt at home while they drove Gordo back to his house, where his parents were waiting for him.
"How was Rome, Lizzie?" Matt asked, taking out his camera.
"Horrible, thanks to you." I said. * And apricots*. I added silently.
"That is not true." He said, zooming into my face. "You had a great time."
"Oh, and what makes you so sure?" I rolled my eyes.
"Um... Lizzie, no offense... but it's so obvious. I mean, if you call becoming famous, performing at the IMVA's, getting fame and fortune, stopping Paolo's fake career, and getting the love of your life 'horrible', then, Lizzie... you're nuts."
Animated Lizzie: The love of my life? And who might that be?
"The love of my life? And who might that be?"
He rolled his eyes again and went inside, leaving me blank.
Well, at least I was home.