A.N: Hi everyone. I know, I know, I should work on my ER story, but I
watched the one where Lizzie dates Ronnie and I just had to write something
about it. Enjoy lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or any other of the people in the story as much as I would like to.
"Lizzie? I'm really sorry," Ronnie said, but Lizzie had already taken off, crying.
"Lizzie?" Jo McGuire called as a crying Lizzie went up the stairs.
"Should we go up there?" Sam asked Jo.
"There's nothing we can say," Jo replied.
Lizzie, crying out of control, slammed her door shut and locked it. She couldn't handle this. Miranda hates me and Ronnie, the boy that she thought liked her, turned out hated her. In movies that Lizzie always saw with Gordo and Miranda on Friday nights, it always explained how happy the girl was with the boy she had found and had the best fun with him. And it was so amazing. Lizzie had that for a week. And it was so amazing. And, when they broke up in movies, they always felt so bad and cried and cried and cried but now Lizzie felt it. It felt so real. because it was.
She threw herself down on her bed and cried. She felt the tears staining from the bottom of her eyes to the bottom of her face. It tasted like salt water. Or was it? Lizzie couldn't remember what kind of water tears were. Or were they water at all? She did not know.
That night, at dinner, Jo went upstairs to see if Lizzie wanted to come down, but she was still probably too upset to eat. She quietly knocked on the door.
"Lizzie?" Her soft voice yelled just enough for Lizzie to hear her.
"D- do you want some supper, honey?" She yelled.
"No. Please, just go away." She could hear Lizzie sobbing.
"And?" Sam asked when Jo got downstairs, carrying herself to the table to join Matt and her husband.
"She won't answer her door. She just said 'No, please just go away' when I offered her dinner. Just leave her alone for awhile."
"Well, she's got to eat," He argued.
"Well, Sam, sweetie, you can't force her to eat anything. She just lost one of her boyfriends and that is very painful for her. Just let her cry by herself. She needs to be alone and get through this time by her self and by the support of her friends, later. If she needs support from us, she's a good girl, she'll come to us but most likely, she won't want to."
Sorry I ended it there, but I've gotta run.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or any other of the people in the story as much as I would like to.
"Lizzie? I'm really sorry," Ronnie said, but Lizzie had already taken off, crying.
"Lizzie?" Jo McGuire called as a crying Lizzie went up the stairs.
"Should we go up there?" Sam asked Jo.
"There's nothing we can say," Jo replied.
Lizzie, crying out of control, slammed her door shut and locked it. She couldn't handle this. Miranda hates me and Ronnie, the boy that she thought liked her, turned out hated her. In movies that Lizzie always saw with Gordo and Miranda on Friday nights, it always explained how happy the girl was with the boy she had found and had the best fun with him. And it was so amazing. Lizzie had that for a week. And it was so amazing. And, when they broke up in movies, they always felt so bad and cried and cried and cried but now Lizzie felt it. It felt so real. because it was.
She threw herself down on her bed and cried. She felt the tears staining from the bottom of her eyes to the bottom of her face. It tasted like salt water. Or was it? Lizzie couldn't remember what kind of water tears were. Or were they water at all? She did not know.
That night, at dinner, Jo went upstairs to see if Lizzie wanted to come down, but she was still probably too upset to eat. She quietly knocked on the door.
"Lizzie?" Her soft voice yelled just enough for Lizzie to hear her.
"D- do you want some supper, honey?" She yelled.
"No. Please, just go away." She could hear Lizzie sobbing.
"And?" Sam asked when Jo got downstairs, carrying herself to the table to join Matt and her husband.
"She won't answer her door. She just said 'No, please just go away' when I offered her dinner. Just leave her alone for awhile."
"Well, she's got to eat," He argued.
"Well, Sam, sweetie, you can't force her to eat anything. She just lost one of her boyfriends and that is very painful for her. Just let her cry by herself. She needs to be alone and get through this time by her self and by the support of her friends, later. If she needs support from us, she's a good girl, she'll come to us but most likely, she won't want to."
Sorry I ended it there, but I've gotta run.