The Wish
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Chapter 3
A/N: WHOOHOO! Chapter 3, Chapter 3 *does a little jig*
Oooooh warning. I have decided upon some pair changes due to some changes in the plot. First in the story it will be E/L but then it will drasticly change to L/G. Then M/C, to another drastic change M/M. And then for Miranda, it's M/D through out the whole series. Can any one guess who D stands for? ^.^ And then um.... Ah yes A bit of G/ And a OC character who will be introduced very nicely tehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Muwhahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha *cough*
Oh and yes their is quite a good reason Kate isn't in here... but you'll just have to wait...
I know, I am so evil.
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"Look at this place!!!" Lizzie laughed as she pulled her many bags from the back of the jeep they had. Jo grinned delighted at seeing her daughter delighted. Sam shurgged looking at it. "Yeah? It looks the same to me" he teased grinning. Lizzie shook her head her short wavy locks bouncing with her emphasizm. "No its changed" she giggled jumping up the steps her giddiness beyond control at this point.
It was wonderful, just the place she hoped to live in when she was all grown up. She never really understood why she ever ran away. Waiting for her mom to open the door, Lizzie looked around at the outside for more changes. She noticed the porch was more larger then she remembered with now a porch swing, and the garden that was just weeds and grass, was now blooming with majestic flowers and other assorted plants Lizzie couldn't quite name.
"Oy be careful" Matt warned looking through the window, and Cammie giggled. Lizzie frowned. "What?" she asked quietly. Her dad looked like he was bracing himself and her mom was hiding behind the door. Suddenly a loud rough knock came from the door.
"Ack!" Lizzie squealed starring at it. "Don't worry, Sweetie, Their harmless" Jo insisted with a soft smile turning the doorknob. "They? Who's they?" Lizzie asked quickly looking confused dancing from face to face. "Flim, Ace, and Curly!" Alice giggled as Jo opened the door and Lizzie was pummeled by 3 enormous things.
Dogs. Well, it seems her parents were animal lovers deep down. "Oh nooo!" Lizzie whined feeling them like just about every part of her body their wet noses touching her warm skin. "Stop it Stop it guys!" Jo ordered the three huge dogs who found Lizzie the most interesting thing in the world.
"Mom!" Lizzie cried looking up from the ground from where the dogs had clearly shoved her. They all grinned down at her. One was a humongous Great Dane, white dotted with huge black spots. He looked friendly enough even smiling down at Lizzie his long tail wagging. She tried desperately to ignore the height (which was sitting the same, and Lizzie was often considered tall) of him and grinned uneasily.
"That's Flim!" Alice said. With Flim sitting down Alice was the excat height of him. "And this is Ace!" Next to Flim was a huge German Shephard with huge chocolate brown eyes, his tongue out in such a friendly manner, Lizzie couldn't help but grinned. "And finally Curly" Lizzie was shocked to find she had to look down to see this dog. Lizzie hadn't a idea what kinda of breed it was, but she knew she called them the footstool dogs. He sat beaming up at her his wide long body shaking with anticiptation.
Lizzie shook her head standing up ungracefully, picking up her bags the dogs were now examining. "Their ... ah... quite... a diversity aren't they?" Lizzie chuckled uncertainly at the trail of 3 following her. In all truth, Lizzie didn't like animals. She could settle with fish and hamsters and such, but she wasn't a fan of cats, dogs, or fish.
Jo laughed. "Your dad works at the animal society sometimes downtown and sometimes he just can't resist" she teased at Sam. It was easy to tell that he was the dog's favorite, because even with a guest, they sometimes came to his heel.
Matt sighed shaking his head. "You really don't have to tell me" he stated shaking his head a little hint of disgust on his face. Lizzie laughed and quietly looked at her surroundings.
All and all it was the most wonderful sight, besides her family, she had ever seen. Almost everything was the same, except a few things were moved. A few couches and chairs, a new tv, just a little odds and ends Lizzie had never seen, but all and all there wasn't any major changes since she was last here. She still couldn't help but be in awe though. "Wow, I forgot... how beautiful this place was" Lizzie marveled heading down the hallway, and taking the short cut into the kitchen, walking around the island in the middle, and then procedded past the large wooden kitchen table her family had dinner on in old times. The living room was still the same, the firing place lighted cheerfully despite the fact it wasn't all that chilly, the mantle embellished with pictures.
Jo smilied shaking her head, dropping her purse and keys on the island. "It hasn't changed that much has it?" she asked herself grinning. Lizzie knodded not able to hold in her smile. "Hardly at all" she insisted, dropping her stuff. Sam grinned as Alice watched Lizzie with a interested glance. "Well, your room's just the way you left it. We haven't touched a thing" Jo stated quietly grinning as she took out a pan from the fridge.
"Ha, you guys didn't touch a thing" Matt objected coming over and stealing a apple from the bowl of fruit, as Cammie sat down on one of the chairs. "I still can't find that diary you started at highschool..." Lizzie chuckled not at all mad at the concept. It was so Matt. She couldn't have been happier to hear that. "Thats because I've burned all my diaries and journals" she informed with a teasing glint in her pale blue eyes.
Matt knodded. "Fair enough" he stated as he headed up stairs, Lizzie following eager to see the upstair rooms. Cammie sat down at the island with the 2 parents setting up her own lunch, a nice sandwhich before she had to head back to work.
Lizzie starred at the hallway. A bit of it changed. Like the pictures.
She starred at each one long and hard. 4 of them were the ones that always stayed up their no matter what. 2 of them were Matt's and Lizzie's baby pictures, the shots they got at the hospital an hour after they were born. Those were framed and forever kept in the Mcguire line. The next one was one of Lizzie on her first day of school, standing proudly showing of her new barbie lunchbox. Lizzie laughed. She remembered that day. She was so proud to be going to kindergarden. She then winced. That day Matt had put his pet lizard Sid in her backpack.
The next picture was of Matt on his first day of school. These pictures were kept forever. There was pictures of her parents when they were born and their first day of school, and also one of their grandparents, and great grandparents. It was a tradition. All Mcguire children kept their hospital photos and first day pictures.
The rest of them hanging on the wall were foreign to her. There was one with Sam, with some guy Lizzie hardly recongized shaking hands and having a drink. Their was one with Jo and Alice, with what looked like Alice's parents, in front of their house. Their was Matt and Cammie. And at the end was the one of Lizzie's graduation picture.
Lizzie stopped at starred at that one for a long time. The picture was taken the year it had happened. Only just a few months before. Lizzie recalled it, tracing her finger over her image. Over her drawn rosy cheeks, her glittering sapphire eyes, over the long curling hair she and her best bud Miranda had done up the day earlier. Senior Pictures were very big in Hillridge High. You needed one of those to become what Lizzie wanted to be so bad.
A Popular One.
She shook her head, bringing the thought away from her mind. She wasn't going to think of that. Not right now. She teared her eyes away from the picture and saw Matt also looking at it. He looked so different when he wasn't his playful teasing self. He crossed his arms and gave a melancholy look at Lizzie. "Mom and Dad debated alot about that" he whispered grinning a bit. "After you left, they wanted a picture of you that would at least live them a reminder that you were still living. Mom thought you looked too spiffed up, but Dad said you looked perfect" he chuckled quietly remembering the scene.
Lizzie looked at the carpet as she sighed. "So is everything where it use to be?" she asked quielty desperatly wanting to shake away the depression and change the subject. Matt shurgged shaking himself out of the stage the picture put him in. "Uh, not really. Your room's the only thing that hasn't changed" he admitted. "We changed rooms. Mom and Dad sleep in my old room, and their old room is a guest room"
Lizzie starred at him. "You don't live here with them?" she asked quietly. Matt shook his head pushing his thin glasses back up on his nose. "No actually we dont. Me and Cammie have a apartment not far from her though" he explained cracking his knuckles. "We would live her, but Cam's work is so far away from here" Lizzie knodded pushing open Matt's old room door to see her parent's messy but familiar room.
She grinned quietly. She couldn't believe just seeing a bedroom could bring so many memories. "They still don't know how to keep a clean room" she whispered silently closing it behind her. Matt bounced on the balls of his feet as Lizzie headed to her door which was to her amazement the same as she left it. She had sketched her name 'Lizzie's Room' and posters of all her favorite popstars and photos of her and her friends all stuck their happily. "When you guys mean you left it as it was you left it as it was" she mummured quietly as she looked at the doorknob to see her stuffed monkey she bought during the school field trip hanging their as she had left him.
Matt watched it with a odd sad smile. "Mom keeps it clean from dust everynow and then" Lizzie turned toward him and grinned. That sounded so much like her too. But she was dancing around the subject. Why couldn't she get into the room?
Lizzie knew why she couldnt. She thought her parent's room brought a tiny wave of memories, seeing her room and everything in it was going to bring a tsunami of them. All the control she had mustured would crack and ethier she would go insane or cry her eyes out. She wanted to go in there so much at the same time, as not wanting to go in their. How had she left it? Was all her cds still there? Her radio? Her photos? Her stuffed animals? Was it just like she had gotten back from a hard day of senior exams?
Quietly without much further ado Lizzie found herself turning the doorknob. Her mind was screaming nooooo, she couldn't take the pressure the squeeze anymore. Her heart on the other hand was beating like a race car engine leaning forward eagerly waiting for everything it would encounter on the emotional journey. As she pushed open the pink door the first thing Lizzie acknowledged was the small.
Vanilla and Coconut.
Just the smell brought freakin tears to her eyes. It was the scent she and Miranda always bought for their shampoo and perfume and just everything that smelled. Miranda was coconut, and Lizzie was the vanilla. But Lizzie had banned vanilla and coconut from her senses since the day she left. She was so angry she never wanted to smell nethier of them again and threw all of it away, and bought old crappy shampoo that hadn't a smell. Soon enough her anger withered and she just plain didn't want to smell it because she would get so homesick she would throw up.
She remember the time Alison had brought Vanilla shampoo home. Lizzie was in the bathroom the whole night.
Lizzie opened her eyes dropping what was left of the bags she was carrying at the doorway of her room, yes HER room, and starred.
Her bed was unmade, as it always was, before she left for school, the lavender and green sheets sprawled around and her old baby blankie thrown to the side. Their was her favorite goose pillows with her favorite pillow cases and next to it was the home made one she and Miranda both made each. Hanging awkwardly off of it was the tye dye blanket she and Gordo had made on their first weekend of middle school. The stuffed animals Lizzie had cared for so much during her childhood where squished in their 'home', a broken down wastebasket, in the corner. Snuggley Bear. Boo Boo Barney. Sandy and Isabella the expensive porcelian dolls she broke on the first day she had got them.
Her desk was decorted with pictures and little things from magazines as was the mirror she had in the corner. Paper was everywhere as where her shoes and even some of the clothes she had worn during those days. All her jewelry was piled in the corner, as was her many collection of hair assocories. Posters decorated the room, with Avril Lavigne, Michelle Branch, and Linkin Park.
Everything was just the same.
Lizzie felt the tears fall, before she even acknowledged that she was crying. Silently she dropped everything and headed toward the big empty room where the bright rug she had begged her parents to buy her for her graduation layed. She stepped over everything looking at all the shoes she collected and her old backpack one for every year she went to school layed in their usual corner. She let her fingers runn against the old wooden oak hardly any dust receding in it looking at the papers sprawled upon it. Notes she Gordo and Miranda had exchanged during Chemistry, and her old Slam Notebooks.
It was just like that.... She had come home and came to this home. It was like she wasn't even gone for 6 whole years. It was like she just came home from a hard day in highschool. Lizzie sobbed quietly covering her face. And it was her fault she left, everything was her fault, all of it. The fight, her family's heartaches, her friends heartaches. And she hadn't even seen them yet.
Quietly Lizzie collasped onto her bed, once again, shedding tears that she hadn't shed in a long long time.
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Lizzie sat down in her bed curled up watching the small mini television that she had brought along with her on her small little coffee table. Flim, Ace, and Curly were all on her bed lounging about on Lizzie's feet. Lizzie chuckled as Flim snored loudly rolling onto his big back revealing his big belly. Maybe the dogs weren't as bad as she thought.
A tiny knock came to her door. Lizzie frowned silently shutting off her TV. After her breakdown, she relaxed until dinnertime and then came back to her room sorting through everything. All the stuff she kept safe. Her yearbooks, notes, slam books, just everything, she went through all of it. She recalled and remember stuff she scurnched way into the back of her brain. Like the time She, Gordo and Miranda went and for NJHS hours worked as little elf's for Santa Clause, or her big crush Ethan Crafte, and her first kiss with the Newspaper boy who's name she didn't even remember....
"Come in" she called in quietly putting her robe on over her big shirt as she curled into the dogs warm body heat. Jo peeked her face through the crack of the door her smile large and big despite the concern. "It's great to her your voice again" she admitted quietly as she came in. Lizzie laughed quietly hugging herself. "I was just thinking the same thing" the young woman said starring up at her mother. How she has missed her when she lived in Florida and was all around the world.
Jo shurgged quietly pulling her own robe around her. "Well, we haven't gotten around to having a little chat, so I decided to come up and see you" she shrugged looking around the room and fixing a few un neat stuff. Lizzie grinned. She would have been more then happy to here her mom rattle on about anything. She shoved Ace over making room for her mother. "Please" she informed. "Sit"
Jo smilied happy to be accepted. She remembered how afriad she was that Lizzie wasn't going to come down, just for Matt's wedding Jo just wanted to see her only daughter so badly. Alice was like another Lizzie in the house and that just made the old woman more sick for her. Quietly she pulled herself up next to Lizzie beaming down at her daughter.
"So. Tell me everything. Job, life, friends, boyfriends, everything" her mother insisted.
Lizzie grinned. She heard that voice in her dreams all the time, and she was grinning like a maniac when she heard her mom repeat that. "Everything, but mom that could take all night" she teased leaning against her shoulder breathing in the familiar scent of leavender.
Jo grinned down at her hugging her shoulder. "Well we have all the time in the world. Now spit it out" Lizzie laughed trying hard once again not to cry, she was just so happy. "Well... lesse...I'm an Archeologist" she started off with a proud grin. Jo's thin eyebrows raised in surprise. "A Archeologist? Wow!" she smilied playing with Lizzie's short wavy hair.
"Yeah, its a great job. I've been to just about every country except Antartica, because well theres no artifacts down there... And I live in Florida when most of the time I'm not traveling" Jo listened interested. "Florida? Wow, that sounds great. Sunshine and everything"
Its nothing compared to Hillridge Lizzie thought silently with a inward grin. "And I have to great friends Gabe and Alison, which are coming in 2 days because of flight problems" Jo smilied silently a bit confused. 2 new friends? Miranda and Gordo though? "Well I'm sure they will be great honey" she encouraged softly starring at her older daughter. Lizzie knodded grinning. "They are great.They've helped me alot" she insisted curling up.
"And your love life?" Jo asked. She couldn't help it. She was curious. Lizzie laughed outwardly. "Nothing much yet. I've dated here and there. Nothing serious" she informed quietly. Jo knodded. So her daughter's love life sucked. She could over look that. "Well, I also just wanted to ask if you wanted to go down to the mall tommrrow and do a little girl to girl shopping before we go and find Miranda and Gordo and your other friends"
Lizzie frowned softly. She had gotten over one obstacle course and now she had to go through another. "Do I... Do I have to see them?" she mummured childishly. Jo frowned. "I thought you would want to see your two best friends...." she questioned out loud. Lizzie sighed. "I do. Its just going to be hard. I haven't seen them for 6 years and I left in such a hurry... I didn't have much of a time to say goodbye. . . .I just think that it would be easier if I didn't see them at all...."
Jo sighed looking down at her. "Well.... you don't have to see them now" she informed helpfully. "You could want a week or so. Matt's wedding isn't until 3 weeks. You have plenty of time to make up your mind" Lizzie knodded. Her voice of reason was back. She didn't know how she survived without her mother in the last couple of years. It was a miracle she hadn't ruined her life.
"I'm glad I came back. It was a mistake to go" Lizzie whispered hugging her mother tightly around the waist laying her head in her lap like a little child would have. Actually alot like Alice did recently. Jo grinned quietly feeling tears thicken in her eyes. She couldn't say it wasn't a mistake, because it was. Lizzie wasn't ready for the real world. Everything had come to a shock to her. But Jo knew one thing though.
"I missed you too , baby"
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Lizzie laughed quietly as the dogs tackled her father down to the ground. "Ack hey you... off! Come on now!! Behave!!!" Sam cried as they buried him with loves and kisses Flim practiaclly suffocating him. "Morning Dad" Lizzie laughed again as she walked over the big pile of human and animals.
The next morning was bright and beautiful. When Lizzie woke up she though the whole day was a dream. Everything just reminded her so much of the dreams she had in Florida when she had missed them so much. But it wasn't a dream.
It was reality.
And reality couldn't have gotten any better.
Which put Lizzie into the best mood she had ever been. And that was a first. Lizzie never had such a great sunny mood. She sang in the shower. She opened all the windows in the house. She made breakfast. She picked flowers and placed them everywhere. She starred at everything in a dazy humongus grin. Lizzie was home after all.
"Morning Sweetheart" Sam replied smoothing trying desperatley to pull himself from the ground. "Do I smell bacon?" Lizzie grinned flipping the sizzling hot meat on the pan. "Yes you do" she indicated taking the greasy delicious breakfast food from the pan and putting it carefully on a plate. Sam grinned. It was great to wake up to see his daughter once again.
It was even better to wake up to see his daughter WITH bacon.
"Well then I'll have some of that and whatever else your cooking up over there" he insisted with a cheerful grin plucking a piece of the greasy meat into his mouth. Lizzie scowled him with the fork she was using but she couldn't even keep a striaght frown. The backdoor opened and Alice, now her blonde hair in 2 childish braids and in a piar of overalls, came in sniffing. "BACON!!!" she cried happily coming over to Lizzie and decided she was her new best friend.
Bacon can make people do crazy things.
"Good Morning Alice" Lizzie smilied down at the girl and gave a puzzled frown to her dad who brushed it off happily chewing on eggs and other breakfast assortments. "She comes over alot during the mornings and afternoons and evenings and sometimes even sleeps over. She's just another part of the family who lives in a different house" Alice smilied holding a plate out ready for Lizzie to fill it up full of juicy delicious pig.
Jo came down drowsy and sleepy to the amazing smell of deliicous sizzling food. No more oatmeal? Willing her crusty eyes to open she saw her daughter dressed up in a fresh pair of jeans a plain light yellow shirt covered back her apron wearing a light yellow head band with her shoulder length glistening blonde hair. The first thing that came to her puzzled mind was when did her daughter learn how to cook?
"Breakfast?" Jo croaked sleepily wandering over to Lizzie like the living dead. Lizzie choked back trying not to laugh. Her parents were quite a scene early in the morning. "Yes, mom" Lizzie said taking an empty plate and filled it up just for her. "Thanks" she mumbled as she blindly searched for an empty kitchen chair.
Sam looked up from scarfing down the sunny side up eggs. "So what do you guys have planned for today?" he asked the two girls, and Alice looked up, knowing that whatever they were doing, Alice was going to do too. Jo smilied slowly wakening up with every bit of food.
"Me and Lizzie are going to head down to the mall for some girl to girl time. Do you want to come Alice?" she asked the small 6 year old who was swinging her feet on the chair. Alice shurgged. "Sure, Ms.Jo" she stated happily sipping the orange juice Lizzie layed next to her plate.
Lizzie grinned quietly. She really couldn't have been happier.
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"Wow, look at this mall" Lizzie gaped quietly. Everything hadn't changed, except the mall. Everything was remodeled and it looked so much better. Lizzie looked at all the new wonderful stores and had to drag her mom and Alice into everyone of them. Coming back to Hillridge also brought back her amazing fashion sense she lost when she left it.
"Mom look at these beautiful jeans!!!" Lizzie squealed looking at the glittery black jeans with little diamons shaped like stars all over the place.
Jo grinned shaking her head. "We're window shopping dear" she reminded her. Already 5 times today Lizzie had forgotten that and pulled out her wallet. Alice laughed quietly eyeing the same pants with interest. Alice's parent's were quite strict, and Alice had always worn old school uniforms and very bland outfits. "Well, me and Alice both think these pants are awesome... Right Alice?" Lizzie counted to the small child as she looked for the price tag.
Jo shook her head laughing. That was her daughter. Alice knodded in agreement shaking her blonde braids. Lizzie turned to her mom. "Come on Mum please pretty please???" Jo shook her head strict on one thought. "We'll get them later" she promised. "I really need to go and get something to eat before I pass out"
Lizzie frowned starring at the old wristwatch she found in her jewlery box last night. It was a christmas gift from Ethan when she was a junior. "But you had breakfast only a few hours ago" she countered looking longingly at the jeans. Jo took Alice's small hand. "We had breakfast excatly 7 hours ago, and I'm hungry. No come on before I have to drag you" she stated fiercely but her eyes twinkled. Lizzie sighed took one long look at the pants and then followed Alice and her mother out of the store.
"I will buy them though."
Jo shurgged laughing. She saw the price tag. They were quite expensive for pants. "Whatever you say dear" she promised as she led Alice toward the sweet smelling food court. Lizzie laughed at her mom's sarcasm and shook her blonde hair. Suddenly as she shook her head she caught her eye on something she saw in the window, and it wasn't clothing.
"Hey Mom, Um, go on ahead... I need to check something out" she muttured quietly as she left her mom's side. Jo frowned looking at Lizzie. Her voice was lost and confused again, like when she arrived at the airport. Alice watched her leave. "I like her Ms.Jo" she stated plainly as she skipped ahead. Jo grinned down at her still looking at where Lizzie disappeared. "Yes she's quite a show isn't she?"
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Lizzie frowned as she turned the corner her purse banging against her hip. She headed toward the store and grinned as she confirmed on who she saw through the glass window.
"Danny!" she cried waving her hand hurrying over toward the store, which happened to be the Gap. And she was right the man she had befriended on the plane to Hillridge stood in front of the store dressed in a sweatshirt a baseball cap and a pair of relaxed jeans, a stroller in his hand.
Danny turned at his name, and grinned when he saw who was coming towards him. "Lizzie?" he asked grinning, all the specks of hair on his chin gone, after a good night's shave. "Wow this is a small world. I just saw you yesterday" he teased crossing his arms.
Lizzie laughed crossing her arms. "It is. I didn't expect to see you so soon!" she exclaimed, hardly able to contain the happiness bursting through her. "What are you doing here?" Danny shurgged moving the stroller. "My wife's work. She's a fashion designer, quite a good one in fact, and Gap is buying some of her clothes to sell" Lizzie knodded impressed. "Thats great! I would love to met your wife" she insisted looking toward the Gap door.
Danny looked down at Lizzie, since he was like a foot taller then she. "And what are you doing here?" he asked his voice a bit concerned. The last time he saw her she was practically bawling her eyes out in fright of seeing her family, and seeing her now bouncing and gleaming with happiness, he figured everything turned out all right.
But some people just couldn't be too sure.
Lizzie grinned. "Me and my Mum, and a friend , are window shopping. Yes, everything with me and my family are all patched up now. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. They missed me as much as I missed them" Danny grinned happy for her. Suddenly somebody from the stroller squealed, catching both the man and women's attention.
Lizzie looked down and saw the most adorable child she could ever see after Alice. Alice was so cute for a 6 year old, but seeing that tiny cherub of a child with his big blue eyes and puff of blonde hair almost made her squeal with cuteness. The little boy looked up at her with curiousty his bottle in hand. "Lady?" he questioned his voice childish and sweet.
"Awwe!!!" Lizzie allowed that bit of high pitchness. "He's adorable!!!" she cried clapping her hands as she bent down to talk to as who she suspected was 3 year old Miles, Danny's son. Danny grinned proudly. "Yes, he is just like his Daddy" he teased and looked down at Miles. "Miles, this is Lizzie a friend of Daddy's. " Miles peered up at Lizzie and grinned to show him the tiny baby teeth growing in. "Hello, Lizzie" he greeted childishly handing her the bottle.
"Why, thank you Miles" Lizzie stated proud of the gift. When he turned back to eating the animal crackers on the tray, Lizzie handed him the bottle. "He is so cute Danny. I'm afriad to see your daughter" she teased softly crossing her arms. Danny laughed putting the bottle in the cup holder. "She's inside with my wife" he said looking towards the window.
"Oh look here they come. I can't wait to introduce you two. You are so alike"
Lizzie knodded and followed Danny's gaze. First she saw the tiny little girl ,Alice's age at least, with curly raven hair held up into two pigtails wearing a bright multicolored dress, a pink shirt, a bunch of necklaces and jewlery and a big sticthed purse around her waist and in a pair of christmas stockings. Lizzie laughed. She was cute but unexpected.
Danny knodded at her laugh. "Yeah, I try desperatly to get her mom to change her before she leaves the house, but she insists that we would ruin her sense of style" he mocked quietly shaking his head. Finally following the tiny little girl was the wife Lizzie had been dieing to met.
One look at her and Lizzie felt her jaw drop in shock and amazement and how extremely extremely weird it was.
Next to Anya, holding empty shopping bags was a young woman at least Lizzie's age, with long striaght black hair, alot like Anya's, held into a sweet looking frenchbraid her green eyes masked with makeup. She wore a white shirt and a pair of jean overalls with flowers designed down the legs, her whole body jumping with energy and excitement and she was laughing at something with her daughter showing the sparkling amazing eyes and the pale ivory skin glistening with happiness.
Lizzie now knew why Anya looked so familiar to her eyes.
"Miranda?!?!"
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Didn't see that coming didya ? Didya? Just admit it you never suspected a thing ^.^ !!! I am so good.... *does some more dancing* Reviewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Thank You and Have a Nice Day.
~MerlinsApprentince
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Chapter 3
A/N: WHOOHOO! Chapter 3, Chapter 3 *does a little jig*
Oooooh warning. I have decided upon some pair changes due to some changes in the plot. First in the story it will be E/L but then it will drasticly change to L/G. Then M/C, to another drastic change M/M. And then for Miranda, it's M/D through out the whole series. Can any one guess who D stands for? ^.^ And then um.... Ah yes A bit of G/ And a OC character who will be introduced very nicely tehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Muwhahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha *cough*
Oh and yes their is quite a good reason Kate isn't in here... but you'll just have to wait...
I know, I am so evil.
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"Look at this place!!!" Lizzie laughed as she pulled her many bags from the back of the jeep they had. Jo grinned delighted at seeing her daughter delighted. Sam shurgged looking at it. "Yeah? It looks the same to me" he teased grinning. Lizzie shook her head her short wavy locks bouncing with her emphasizm. "No its changed" she giggled jumping up the steps her giddiness beyond control at this point.
It was wonderful, just the place she hoped to live in when she was all grown up. She never really understood why she ever ran away. Waiting for her mom to open the door, Lizzie looked around at the outside for more changes. She noticed the porch was more larger then she remembered with now a porch swing, and the garden that was just weeds and grass, was now blooming with majestic flowers and other assorted plants Lizzie couldn't quite name.
"Oy be careful" Matt warned looking through the window, and Cammie giggled. Lizzie frowned. "What?" she asked quietly. Her dad looked like he was bracing himself and her mom was hiding behind the door. Suddenly a loud rough knock came from the door.
"Ack!" Lizzie squealed starring at it. "Don't worry, Sweetie, Their harmless" Jo insisted with a soft smile turning the doorknob. "They? Who's they?" Lizzie asked quickly looking confused dancing from face to face. "Flim, Ace, and Curly!" Alice giggled as Jo opened the door and Lizzie was pummeled by 3 enormous things.
Dogs. Well, it seems her parents were animal lovers deep down. "Oh nooo!" Lizzie whined feeling them like just about every part of her body their wet noses touching her warm skin. "Stop it Stop it guys!" Jo ordered the three huge dogs who found Lizzie the most interesting thing in the world.
"Mom!" Lizzie cried looking up from the ground from where the dogs had clearly shoved her. They all grinned down at her. One was a humongous Great Dane, white dotted with huge black spots. He looked friendly enough even smiling down at Lizzie his long tail wagging. She tried desperately to ignore the height (which was sitting the same, and Lizzie was often considered tall) of him and grinned uneasily.
"That's Flim!" Alice said. With Flim sitting down Alice was the excat height of him. "And this is Ace!" Next to Flim was a huge German Shephard with huge chocolate brown eyes, his tongue out in such a friendly manner, Lizzie couldn't help but grinned. "And finally Curly" Lizzie was shocked to find she had to look down to see this dog. Lizzie hadn't a idea what kinda of breed it was, but she knew she called them the footstool dogs. He sat beaming up at her his wide long body shaking with anticiptation.
Lizzie shook her head standing up ungracefully, picking up her bags the dogs were now examining. "Their ... ah... quite... a diversity aren't they?" Lizzie chuckled uncertainly at the trail of 3 following her. In all truth, Lizzie didn't like animals. She could settle with fish and hamsters and such, but she wasn't a fan of cats, dogs, or fish.
Jo laughed. "Your dad works at the animal society sometimes downtown and sometimes he just can't resist" she teased at Sam. It was easy to tell that he was the dog's favorite, because even with a guest, they sometimes came to his heel.
Matt sighed shaking his head. "You really don't have to tell me" he stated shaking his head a little hint of disgust on his face. Lizzie laughed and quietly looked at her surroundings.
All and all it was the most wonderful sight, besides her family, she had ever seen. Almost everything was the same, except a few things were moved. A few couches and chairs, a new tv, just a little odds and ends Lizzie had never seen, but all and all there wasn't any major changes since she was last here. She still couldn't help but be in awe though. "Wow, I forgot... how beautiful this place was" Lizzie marveled heading down the hallway, and taking the short cut into the kitchen, walking around the island in the middle, and then procedded past the large wooden kitchen table her family had dinner on in old times. The living room was still the same, the firing place lighted cheerfully despite the fact it wasn't all that chilly, the mantle embellished with pictures.
Jo smilied shaking her head, dropping her purse and keys on the island. "It hasn't changed that much has it?" she asked herself grinning. Lizzie knodded not able to hold in her smile. "Hardly at all" she insisted, dropping her stuff. Sam grinned as Alice watched Lizzie with a interested glance. "Well, your room's just the way you left it. We haven't touched a thing" Jo stated quietly grinning as she took out a pan from the fridge.
"Ha, you guys didn't touch a thing" Matt objected coming over and stealing a apple from the bowl of fruit, as Cammie sat down on one of the chairs. "I still can't find that diary you started at highschool..." Lizzie chuckled not at all mad at the concept. It was so Matt. She couldn't have been happier to hear that. "Thats because I've burned all my diaries and journals" she informed with a teasing glint in her pale blue eyes.
Matt knodded. "Fair enough" he stated as he headed up stairs, Lizzie following eager to see the upstair rooms. Cammie sat down at the island with the 2 parents setting up her own lunch, a nice sandwhich before she had to head back to work.
Lizzie starred at the hallway. A bit of it changed. Like the pictures.
She starred at each one long and hard. 4 of them were the ones that always stayed up their no matter what. 2 of them were Matt's and Lizzie's baby pictures, the shots they got at the hospital an hour after they were born. Those were framed and forever kept in the Mcguire line. The next one was one of Lizzie on her first day of school, standing proudly showing of her new barbie lunchbox. Lizzie laughed. She remembered that day. She was so proud to be going to kindergarden. She then winced. That day Matt had put his pet lizard Sid in her backpack.
The next picture was of Matt on his first day of school. These pictures were kept forever. There was pictures of her parents when they were born and their first day of school, and also one of their grandparents, and great grandparents. It was a tradition. All Mcguire children kept their hospital photos and first day pictures.
The rest of them hanging on the wall were foreign to her. There was one with Sam, with some guy Lizzie hardly recongized shaking hands and having a drink. Their was one with Jo and Alice, with what looked like Alice's parents, in front of their house. Their was Matt and Cammie. And at the end was the one of Lizzie's graduation picture.
Lizzie stopped at starred at that one for a long time. The picture was taken the year it had happened. Only just a few months before. Lizzie recalled it, tracing her finger over her image. Over her drawn rosy cheeks, her glittering sapphire eyes, over the long curling hair she and her best bud Miranda had done up the day earlier. Senior Pictures were very big in Hillridge High. You needed one of those to become what Lizzie wanted to be so bad.
A Popular One.
She shook her head, bringing the thought away from her mind. She wasn't going to think of that. Not right now. She teared her eyes away from the picture and saw Matt also looking at it. He looked so different when he wasn't his playful teasing self. He crossed his arms and gave a melancholy look at Lizzie. "Mom and Dad debated alot about that" he whispered grinning a bit. "After you left, they wanted a picture of you that would at least live them a reminder that you were still living. Mom thought you looked too spiffed up, but Dad said you looked perfect" he chuckled quietly remembering the scene.
Lizzie looked at the carpet as she sighed. "So is everything where it use to be?" she asked quielty desperatly wanting to shake away the depression and change the subject. Matt shurgged shaking himself out of the stage the picture put him in. "Uh, not really. Your room's the only thing that hasn't changed" he admitted. "We changed rooms. Mom and Dad sleep in my old room, and their old room is a guest room"
Lizzie starred at him. "You don't live here with them?" she asked quietly. Matt shook his head pushing his thin glasses back up on his nose. "No actually we dont. Me and Cammie have a apartment not far from her though" he explained cracking his knuckles. "We would live her, but Cam's work is so far away from here" Lizzie knodded pushing open Matt's old room door to see her parent's messy but familiar room.
She grinned quietly. She couldn't believe just seeing a bedroom could bring so many memories. "They still don't know how to keep a clean room" she whispered silently closing it behind her. Matt bounced on the balls of his feet as Lizzie headed to her door which was to her amazement the same as she left it. She had sketched her name 'Lizzie's Room' and posters of all her favorite popstars and photos of her and her friends all stuck their happily. "When you guys mean you left it as it was you left it as it was" she mummured quietly as she looked at the doorknob to see her stuffed monkey she bought during the school field trip hanging their as she had left him.
Matt watched it with a odd sad smile. "Mom keeps it clean from dust everynow and then" Lizzie turned toward him and grinned. That sounded so much like her too. But she was dancing around the subject. Why couldn't she get into the room?
Lizzie knew why she couldnt. She thought her parent's room brought a tiny wave of memories, seeing her room and everything in it was going to bring a tsunami of them. All the control she had mustured would crack and ethier she would go insane or cry her eyes out. She wanted to go in there so much at the same time, as not wanting to go in their. How had she left it? Was all her cds still there? Her radio? Her photos? Her stuffed animals? Was it just like she had gotten back from a hard day of senior exams?
Quietly without much further ado Lizzie found herself turning the doorknob. Her mind was screaming nooooo, she couldn't take the pressure the squeeze anymore. Her heart on the other hand was beating like a race car engine leaning forward eagerly waiting for everything it would encounter on the emotional journey. As she pushed open the pink door the first thing Lizzie acknowledged was the small.
Vanilla and Coconut.
Just the smell brought freakin tears to her eyes. It was the scent she and Miranda always bought for their shampoo and perfume and just everything that smelled. Miranda was coconut, and Lizzie was the vanilla. But Lizzie had banned vanilla and coconut from her senses since the day she left. She was so angry she never wanted to smell nethier of them again and threw all of it away, and bought old crappy shampoo that hadn't a smell. Soon enough her anger withered and she just plain didn't want to smell it because she would get so homesick she would throw up.
She remember the time Alison had brought Vanilla shampoo home. Lizzie was in the bathroom the whole night.
Lizzie opened her eyes dropping what was left of the bags she was carrying at the doorway of her room, yes HER room, and starred.
Her bed was unmade, as it always was, before she left for school, the lavender and green sheets sprawled around and her old baby blankie thrown to the side. Their was her favorite goose pillows with her favorite pillow cases and next to it was the home made one she and Miranda both made each. Hanging awkwardly off of it was the tye dye blanket she and Gordo had made on their first weekend of middle school. The stuffed animals Lizzie had cared for so much during her childhood where squished in their 'home', a broken down wastebasket, in the corner. Snuggley Bear. Boo Boo Barney. Sandy and Isabella the expensive porcelian dolls she broke on the first day she had got them.
Her desk was decorted with pictures and little things from magazines as was the mirror she had in the corner. Paper was everywhere as where her shoes and even some of the clothes she had worn during those days. All her jewelry was piled in the corner, as was her many collection of hair assocories. Posters decorated the room, with Avril Lavigne, Michelle Branch, and Linkin Park.
Everything was just the same.
Lizzie felt the tears fall, before she even acknowledged that she was crying. Silently she dropped everything and headed toward the big empty room where the bright rug she had begged her parents to buy her for her graduation layed. She stepped over everything looking at all the shoes she collected and her old backpack one for every year she went to school layed in their usual corner. She let her fingers runn against the old wooden oak hardly any dust receding in it looking at the papers sprawled upon it. Notes she Gordo and Miranda had exchanged during Chemistry, and her old Slam Notebooks.
It was just like that.... She had come home and came to this home. It was like she wasn't even gone for 6 whole years. It was like she just came home from a hard day in highschool. Lizzie sobbed quietly covering her face. And it was her fault she left, everything was her fault, all of it. The fight, her family's heartaches, her friends heartaches. And she hadn't even seen them yet.
Quietly Lizzie collasped onto her bed, once again, shedding tears that she hadn't shed in a long long time.
***
Lizzie sat down in her bed curled up watching the small mini television that she had brought along with her on her small little coffee table. Flim, Ace, and Curly were all on her bed lounging about on Lizzie's feet. Lizzie chuckled as Flim snored loudly rolling onto his big back revealing his big belly. Maybe the dogs weren't as bad as she thought.
A tiny knock came to her door. Lizzie frowned silently shutting off her TV. After her breakdown, she relaxed until dinnertime and then came back to her room sorting through everything. All the stuff she kept safe. Her yearbooks, notes, slam books, just everything, she went through all of it. She recalled and remember stuff she scurnched way into the back of her brain. Like the time She, Gordo and Miranda went and for NJHS hours worked as little elf's for Santa Clause, or her big crush Ethan Crafte, and her first kiss with the Newspaper boy who's name she didn't even remember....
"Come in" she called in quietly putting her robe on over her big shirt as she curled into the dogs warm body heat. Jo peeked her face through the crack of the door her smile large and big despite the concern. "It's great to her your voice again" she admitted quietly as she came in. Lizzie laughed quietly hugging herself. "I was just thinking the same thing" the young woman said starring up at her mother. How she has missed her when she lived in Florida and was all around the world.
Jo shurgged quietly pulling her own robe around her. "Well, we haven't gotten around to having a little chat, so I decided to come up and see you" she shrugged looking around the room and fixing a few un neat stuff. Lizzie grinned. She would have been more then happy to here her mom rattle on about anything. She shoved Ace over making room for her mother. "Please" she informed. "Sit"
Jo smilied happy to be accepted. She remembered how afriad she was that Lizzie wasn't going to come down, just for Matt's wedding Jo just wanted to see her only daughter so badly. Alice was like another Lizzie in the house and that just made the old woman more sick for her. Quietly she pulled herself up next to Lizzie beaming down at her daughter.
"So. Tell me everything. Job, life, friends, boyfriends, everything" her mother insisted.
Lizzie grinned. She heard that voice in her dreams all the time, and she was grinning like a maniac when she heard her mom repeat that. "Everything, but mom that could take all night" she teased leaning against her shoulder breathing in the familiar scent of leavender.
Jo grinned down at her hugging her shoulder. "Well we have all the time in the world. Now spit it out" Lizzie laughed trying hard once again not to cry, she was just so happy. "Well... lesse...I'm an Archeologist" she started off with a proud grin. Jo's thin eyebrows raised in surprise. "A Archeologist? Wow!" she smilied playing with Lizzie's short wavy hair.
"Yeah, its a great job. I've been to just about every country except Antartica, because well theres no artifacts down there... And I live in Florida when most of the time I'm not traveling" Jo listened interested. "Florida? Wow, that sounds great. Sunshine and everything"
Its nothing compared to Hillridge Lizzie thought silently with a inward grin. "And I have to great friends Gabe and Alison, which are coming in 2 days because of flight problems" Jo smilied silently a bit confused. 2 new friends? Miranda and Gordo though? "Well I'm sure they will be great honey" she encouraged softly starring at her older daughter. Lizzie knodded grinning. "They are great.They've helped me alot" she insisted curling up.
"And your love life?" Jo asked. She couldn't help it. She was curious. Lizzie laughed outwardly. "Nothing much yet. I've dated here and there. Nothing serious" she informed quietly. Jo knodded. So her daughter's love life sucked. She could over look that. "Well, I also just wanted to ask if you wanted to go down to the mall tommrrow and do a little girl to girl shopping before we go and find Miranda and Gordo and your other friends"
Lizzie frowned softly. She had gotten over one obstacle course and now she had to go through another. "Do I... Do I have to see them?" she mummured childishly. Jo frowned. "I thought you would want to see your two best friends...." she questioned out loud. Lizzie sighed. "I do. Its just going to be hard. I haven't seen them for 6 years and I left in such a hurry... I didn't have much of a time to say goodbye. . . .I just think that it would be easier if I didn't see them at all...."
Jo sighed looking down at her. "Well.... you don't have to see them now" she informed helpfully. "You could want a week or so. Matt's wedding isn't until 3 weeks. You have plenty of time to make up your mind" Lizzie knodded. Her voice of reason was back. She didn't know how she survived without her mother in the last couple of years. It was a miracle she hadn't ruined her life.
"I'm glad I came back. It was a mistake to go" Lizzie whispered hugging her mother tightly around the waist laying her head in her lap like a little child would have. Actually alot like Alice did recently. Jo grinned quietly feeling tears thicken in her eyes. She couldn't say it wasn't a mistake, because it was. Lizzie wasn't ready for the real world. Everything had come to a shock to her. But Jo knew one thing though.
"I missed you too , baby"
***
Lizzie laughed quietly as the dogs tackled her father down to the ground. "Ack hey you... off! Come on now!! Behave!!!" Sam cried as they buried him with loves and kisses Flim practiaclly suffocating him. "Morning Dad" Lizzie laughed again as she walked over the big pile of human and animals.
The next morning was bright and beautiful. When Lizzie woke up she though the whole day was a dream. Everything just reminded her so much of the dreams she had in Florida when she had missed them so much. But it wasn't a dream.
It was reality.
And reality couldn't have gotten any better.
Which put Lizzie into the best mood she had ever been. And that was a first. Lizzie never had such a great sunny mood. She sang in the shower. She opened all the windows in the house. She made breakfast. She picked flowers and placed them everywhere. She starred at everything in a dazy humongus grin. Lizzie was home after all.
"Morning Sweetheart" Sam replied smoothing trying desperatley to pull himself from the ground. "Do I smell bacon?" Lizzie grinned flipping the sizzling hot meat on the pan. "Yes you do" she indicated taking the greasy delicious breakfast food from the pan and putting it carefully on a plate. Sam grinned. It was great to wake up to see his daughter once again.
It was even better to wake up to see his daughter WITH bacon.
"Well then I'll have some of that and whatever else your cooking up over there" he insisted with a cheerful grin plucking a piece of the greasy meat into his mouth. Lizzie scowled him with the fork she was using but she couldn't even keep a striaght frown. The backdoor opened and Alice, now her blonde hair in 2 childish braids and in a piar of overalls, came in sniffing. "BACON!!!" she cried happily coming over to Lizzie and decided she was her new best friend.
Bacon can make people do crazy things.
"Good Morning Alice" Lizzie smilied down at the girl and gave a puzzled frown to her dad who brushed it off happily chewing on eggs and other breakfast assortments. "She comes over alot during the mornings and afternoons and evenings and sometimes even sleeps over. She's just another part of the family who lives in a different house" Alice smilied holding a plate out ready for Lizzie to fill it up full of juicy delicious pig.
Jo came down drowsy and sleepy to the amazing smell of deliicous sizzling food. No more oatmeal? Willing her crusty eyes to open she saw her daughter dressed up in a fresh pair of jeans a plain light yellow shirt covered back her apron wearing a light yellow head band with her shoulder length glistening blonde hair. The first thing that came to her puzzled mind was when did her daughter learn how to cook?
"Breakfast?" Jo croaked sleepily wandering over to Lizzie like the living dead. Lizzie choked back trying not to laugh. Her parents were quite a scene early in the morning. "Yes, mom" Lizzie said taking an empty plate and filled it up just for her. "Thanks" she mumbled as she blindly searched for an empty kitchen chair.
Sam looked up from scarfing down the sunny side up eggs. "So what do you guys have planned for today?" he asked the two girls, and Alice looked up, knowing that whatever they were doing, Alice was going to do too. Jo smilied slowly wakening up with every bit of food.
"Me and Lizzie are going to head down to the mall for some girl to girl time. Do you want to come Alice?" she asked the small 6 year old who was swinging her feet on the chair. Alice shurgged. "Sure, Ms.Jo" she stated happily sipping the orange juice Lizzie layed next to her plate.
Lizzie grinned quietly. She really couldn't have been happier.
***
"Wow, look at this mall" Lizzie gaped quietly. Everything hadn't changed, except the mall. Everything was remodeled and it looked so much better. Lizzie looked at all the new wonderful stores and had to drag her mom and Alice into everyone of them. Coming back to Hillridge also brought back her amazing fashion sense she lost when she left it.
"Mom look at these beautiful jeans!!!" Lizzie squealed looking at the glittery black jeans with little diamons shaped like stars all over the place.
Jo grinned shaking her head. "We're window shopping dear" she reminded her. Already 5 times today Lizzie had forgotten that and pulled out her wallet. Alice laughed quietly eyeing the same pants with interest. Alice's parent's were quite strict, and Alice had always worn old school uniforms and very bland outfits. "Well, me and Alice both think these pants are awesome... Right Alice?" Lizzie counted to the small child as she looked for the price tag.
Jo shook her head laughing. That was her daughter. Alice knodded in agreement shaking her blonde braids. Lizzie turned to her mom. "Come on Mum please pretty please???" Jo shook her head strict on one thought. "We'll get them later" she promised. "I really need to go and get something to eat before I pass out"
Lizzie frowned starring at the old wristwatch she found in her jewlery box last night. It was a christmas gift from Ethan when she was a junior. "But you had breakfast only a few hours ago" she countered looking longingly at the jeans. Jo took Alice's small hand. "We had breakfast excatly 7 hours ago, and I'm hungry. No come on before I have to drag you" she stated fiercely but her eyes twinkled. Lizzie sighed took one long look at the pants and then followed Alice and her mother out of the store.
"I will buy them though."
Jo shurgged laughing. She saw the price tag. They were quite expensive for pants. "Whatever you say dear" she promised as she led Alice toward the sweet smelling food court. Lizzie laughed at her mom's sarcasm and shook her blonde hair. Suddenly as she shook her head she caught her eye on something she saw in the window, and it wasn't clothing.
"Hey Mom, Um, go on ahead... I need to check something out" she muttured quietly as she left her mom's side. Jo frowned looking at Lizzie. Her voice was lost and confused again, like when she arrived at the airport. Alice watched her leave. "I like her Ms.Jo" she stated plainly as she skipped ahead. Jo grinned down at her still looking at where Lizzie disappeared. "Yes she's quite a show isn't she?"
***
Lizzie frowned as she turned the corner her purse banging against her hip. She headed toward the store and grinned as she confirmed on who she saw through the glass window.
"Danny!" she cried waving her hand hurrying over toward the store, which happened to be the Gap. And she was right the man she had befriended on the plane to Hillridge stood in front of the store dressed in a sweatshirt a baseball cap and a pair of relaxed jeans, a stroller in his hand.
Danny turned at his name, and grinned when he saw who was coming towards him. "Lizzie?" he asked grinning, all the specks of hair on his chin gone, after a good night's shave. "Wow this is a small world. I just saw you yesterday" he teased crossing his arms.
Lizzie laughed crossing her arms. "It is. I didn't expect to see you so soon!" she exclaimed, hardly able to contain the happiness bursting through her. "What are you doing here?" Danny shurgged moving the stroller. "My wife's work. She's a fashion designer, quite a good one in fact, and Gap is buying some of her clothes to sell" Lizzie knodded impressed. "Thats great! I would love to met your wife" she insisted looking toward the Gap door.
Danny looked down at Lizzie, since he was like a foot taller then she. "And what are you doing here?" he asked his voice a bit concerned. The last time he saw her she was practically bawling her eyes out in fright of seeing her family, and seeing her now bouncing and gleaming with happiness, he figured everything turned out all right.
But some people just couldn't be too sure.
Lizzie grinned. "Me and my Mum, and a friend , are window shopping. Yes, everything with me and my family are all patched up now. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. They missed me as much as I missed them" Danny grinned happy for her. Suddenly somebody from the stroller squealed, catching both the man and women's attention.
Lizzie looked down and saw the most adorable child she could ever see after Alice. Alice was so cute for a 6 year old, but seeing that tiny cherub of a child with his big blue eyes and puff of blonde hair almost made her squeal with cuteness. The little boy looked up at her with curiousty his bottle in hand. "Lady?" he questioned his voice childish and sweet.
"Awwe!!!" Lizzie allowed that bit of high pitchness. "He's adorable!!!" she cried clapping her hands as she bent down to talk to as who she suspected was 3 year old Miles, Danny's son. Danny grinned proudly. "Yes, he is just like his Daddy" he teased and looked down at Miles. "Miles, this is Lizzie a friend of Daddy's. " Miles peered up at Lizzie and grinned to show him the tiny baby teeth growing in. "Hello, Lizzie" he greeted childishly handing her the bottle.
"Why, thank you Miles" Lizzie stated proud of the gift. When he turned back to eating the animal crackers on the tray, Lizzie handed him the bottle. "He is so cute Danny. I'm afriad to see your daughter" she teased softly crossing her arms. Danny laughed putting the bottle in the cup holder. "She's inside with my wife" he said looking towards the window.
"Oh look here they come. I can't wait to introduce you two. You are so alike"
Lizzie knodded and followed Danny's gaze. First she saw the tiny little girl ,Alice's age at least, with curly raven hair held up into two pigtails wearing a bright multicolored dress, a pink shirt, a bunch of necklaces and jewlery and a big sticthed purse around her waist and in a pair of christmas stockings. Lizzie laughed. She was cute but unexpected.
Danny knodded at her laugh. "Yeah, I try desperatly to get her mom to change her before she leaves the house, but she insists that we would ruin her sense of style" he mocked quietly shaking his head. Finally following the tiny little girl was the wife Lizzie had been dieing to met.
One look at her and Lizzie felt her jaw drop in shock and amazement and how extremely extremely weird it was.
Next to Anya, holding empty shopping bags was a young woman at least Lizzie's age, with long striaght black hair, alot like Anya's, held into a sweet looking frenchbraid her green eyes masked with makeup. She wore a white shirt and a pair of jean overalls with flowers designed down the legs, her whole body jumping with energy and excitement and she was laughing at something with her daughter showing the sparkling amazing eyes and the pale ivory skin glistening with happiness.
Lizzie now knew why Anya looked so familiar to her eyes.
"Miranda?!?!"
***
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Thank You and Have a Nice Day.
~MerlinsApprentince