I had always kind of been jealous of Lizzie McGuire. I mean, she had real friends, cool clothes, and that cute Gordo following her around. She was down-to-earth and, unfortunately for me, didn't listen to taunting. Sure, I have Ethan Craft, the most popular guy in the school as my boyfriend. Rather, he was my boyfriend. He kind of liked Lizzie too, but he went out with me because I was popular. When he dumped me, Lizzie- the-kind-angel-everybody's-friend-my newfound-best-friend comforted me. Two weeks later, Gordo was single again and Lizzie and Ethan were the new "it" couple. Lizzie, Gordo and I were all friends but it was more Gordo and I or Lizzie and I; the three of us never hung out together, and Gordo and I the least. I was just the go-betweener, but I didn't care.

One thing that made me jealous was her family. They cared about where she went, what she did, loved her. Actually loved her. And cared about where she went on Friday nights. I had often wished to be like her, to be her.

One Friday night, after carefully explaining that we were going to our sophomore dance, we were getting ready to go. We were upstairs doing each other's nails, makeup, and doing up our long blonde hair. After carefully deciding to curl her hair and put mine in a bun, we changed into our dresses (hers was pink, mine was black) and got ready to go. Because only she had a date (my ex! How dare she!) we decided to go together and meet Ethan and Gordo there.

This is where talking about her ends, and I start talking about me. All me, me, me.

We got to the party, music blaring and the floor vibrating. She went off to find Ethan, and I stood by the punch bowl pretending to be interested in my pink ballet flats, waiting for someone I knew to come up. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it Gordo came over. We looked over at the same time to see Lizzie and Ethan dancing, his bizarre dancing skills and his arms flailing. We laughed, then started a conversation based on our old friendships and old jokes. Soon, I felt almost comfortable with him.

"Gordo," I said, on a whim, "Do you believe in love at second sight?"

"Second sight?"

"When you see somebody again, for the second time, and you love them."

"Because they're better looking or because you like their personality?"

Oh god, does he know what I mean?

"Both."

"Then, yes."

"Oh."

An awkward pause, and then a slow song comes on. The first slow song. I turn to him, and look at him expectantly.

"I don't dance," he said, avoiding me.

"You will this time," I said, looking pointedly at Parker who was walking our way.

"OK," he said, and put his arms around me. I could feel his breath on my cheeks and inhaled his sweet scent.

When the song was over, the longest 3 minutes of my life, we decided to go see Lizzie and Ethan. Upon discovering that they were making out in a corner, we decided to take a walk and leave the dance. Fine with me.

We got to the park, our old hangout.

"Remember when we were about 5 and this was our second home?" I giggled, pulling him by the hand into a small shelter and sitting down beside him on a mini bench.

"Yeah! Wow, this brings back so much."

We sat in awe of the stars for a bit; the power was low and there were practically no street lights. They were stunning, the stars I mean.

"Look! A shooting star! Let's make a wish!" he exclaimed. A few moments of silence while we both made wishes.

"What did you wish for?" he asks, moving closer to me on the bench.

"Courage," I state.

"How come?" he asked, obviously confused.

"To do this," I replied, and bravely leaned in and kissed him. Staring at me for about a minute, he finally spoke.

"Kate, then both our wishes came true tonight," he whispered, and kissed me softly.