[: Author's Note :]
Yes, I am back! The author of the story, 'Your Heart in my Hand' has returned.
As the few past readers from that story may know, it wasn't going too well, so it's on hiatus.. But I suddenly got this crazy idea for a story and I felt so inspired! The point of view may change from time to time, depending on my mood, but don't worry! You will be warned.
Before I let you continue reading, I'm only going to say this once because there is no need to say it in every single chapter.. I, in no way [shape or form], own any Lizzie McGuire characters, let alone the show. The whole thing belongs to Disney. You all should know by now that all these stories are fanfiction [hint: look at the address] and none of us own a darn thing! We would be rich.. But no! None of it is ours.
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[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
It was the day before school started.. The big step from middle school to high school.
Both Lizzie and Miranda had been dragged off for the summer.. They had both gone to summer camp. And me, well, my family had dragged me on a short trip to Florida. It was the first summer to ever separate us..
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Lizzie and I were born only two weeks apart. We would have been born only a few days apart, but Lizzie's mom said she was too afraid to enter the world without knowing she had a friend.. Our moms said that from the day Lizzie was born, I knew that I had the responsibility of protecting this person because she would be my best friend. Forever.
Our moms met in lamaze classes and were instant friends. They even found out that they were next-door neighbors! They are still friends today, even though my mom gets a little busy sometimes, being a psychologist and all.
Lizzie and I grew up together.. That's why I love her so much. Because we've been together our whole lives and click just like that.
We took baths together and were in diapers together. In different ones, of course.. We made mud pies and played tickle monster under the big maple tree between our front yards. We went to preschool together.. That's where we met Miranda.
Miranda had just moved into town with her mom and dad from Mexico. Lizzie and I had watched moving men bring furniture into the house on the other side of Lizzie's.. Lizzie had been so interested in seeing that a little girl with short, black pigtails and large, brown eyes would be our neighbor. We didn't see her until we got into preschool the next day..
Like normal, peaceful, four-year-olds, Lizzie and I were playing the in sandbox and then Miranda came over, swinging a raggedy, stuffed dog. She sat on the edge of the box, calling to us, "¡Hola, chica rubia y chico castaño! ¿Cómo te llamas?"
Of course, Lizzie and I had been very confused upon hearing Spanish.. Lizzie stopped digging and stared at her. Miranda jumped into the sandbox and grabbed Lizzie's shovel, shoving her stuffed dog in Lizzie's arms as a trade. Lizzie smiled at me and I smiled at her, knowing we had a new friend.
From that point on, our families were like one large one.. With that, Miranda, Lizzie, and I became the three amigos.
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This having been our first summer apart, I had been in much distress when I was told that I wouldn't be joining Lizzie and Miranda at camp, but joining my parents on a trip to Florida..
I got a good tan during my long, soughtful walks down the beaches, like a lost puppy searching for those that loved me. I even spent a lot of time pumping iron in the hotel's gym. It felt good to take out my anger on weights.
Lizzie and Miranda sent me lots of letters, but it wasn't enough.. I just wanted us to be together again.
Now, here I was, lying in my bed, whilst lazily waiting for a call from my two best friends. Even though we all lived in easy walking distance since we're neighbors, we still talked on the phone for hours on three-way. Maybe that is why we are still such good friends? Since we tell each other everything and hardly ever fight..
Lizzie and Miranda had returned the day before, but still hadn't called me. I was beginning to worry.. I checked my clock.. Hmm. 7:06 pm. Where were they? Had their parents dragged them off to fancy restaurants as a welcome home thing? Maybe..
I glanced over at my clothes folded for tomorrow and my well-stocked backpack in the chair next to my door. Tomorrow, I would get to see Lizzie and Miranda for the first time in months.. I could feel the anticipation growing.
I found myself wondering if Lizzie had changed. Was it possible for her to have become even more beautiful than she already was? I felt goosebumps rising at the thought..
Why couldn't tomorrow just come already!?
Yes, I am back! The author of the story, 'Your Heart in my Hand' has returned.
As the few past readers from that story may know, it wasn't going too well, so it's on hiatus.. But I suddenly got this crazy idea for a story and I felt so inspired! The point of view may change from time to time, depending on my mood, but don't worry! You will be warned.
Before I let you continue reading, I'm only going to say this once because there is no need to say it in every single chapter.. I, in no way [shape or form], own any Lizzie McGuire characters, let alone the show. The whole thing belongs to Disney. You all should know by now that all these stories are fanfiction [hint: look at the address] and none of us own a darn thing! We would be rich.. But no! None of it is ours.
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[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
It was the day before school started.. The big step from middle school to high school.
Both Lizzie and Miranda had been dragged off for the summer.. They had both gone to summer camp. And me, well, my family had dragged me on a short trip to Florida. It was the first summer to ever separate us..
- -
Lizzie and I were born only two weeks apart. We would have been born only a few days apart, but Lizzie's mom said she was too afraid to enter the world without knowing she had a friend.. Our moms said that from the day Lizzie was born, I knew that I had the responsibility of protecting this person because she would be my best friend. Forever.
Our moms met in lamaze classes and were instant friends. They even found out that they were next-door neighbors! They are still friends today, even though my mom gets a little busy sometimes, being a psychologist and all.
Lizzie and I grew up together.. That's why I love her so much. Because we've been together our whole lives and click just like that.
We took baths together and were in diapers together. In different ones, of course.. We made mud pies and played tickle monster under the big maple tree between our front yards. We went to preschool together.. That's where we met Miranda.
Miranda had just moved into town with her mom and dad from Mexico. Lizzie and I had watched moving men bring furniture into the house on the other side of Lizzie's.. Lizzie had been so interested in seeing that a little girl with short, black pigtails and large, brown eyes would be our neighbor. We didn't see her until we got into preschool the next day..
Like normal, peaceful, four-year-olds, Lizzie and I were playing the in sandbox and then Miranda came over, swinging a raggedy, stuffed dog. She sat on the edge of the box, calling to us, "¡Hola, chica rubia y chico castaño! ¿Cómo te llamas?"
Of course, Lizzie and I had been very confused upon hearing Spanish.. Lizzie stopped digging and stared at her. Miranda jumped into the sandbox and grabbed Lizzie's shovel, shoving her stuffed dog in Lizzie's arms as a trade. Lizzie smiled at me and I smiled at her, knowing we had a new friend.
From that point on, our families were like one large one.. With that, Miranda, Lizzie, and I became the three amigos.
- -
This having been our first summer apart, I had been in much distress when I was told that I wouldn't be joining Lizzie and Miranda at camp, but joining my parents on a trip to Florida..
I got a good tan during my long, soughtful walks down the beaches, like a lost puppy searching for those that loved me. I even spent a lot of time pumping iron in the hotel's gym. It felt good to take out my anger on weights.
Lizzie and Miranda sent me lots of letters, but it wasn't enough.. I just wanted us to be together again.
Now, here I was, lying in my bed, whilst lazily waiting for a call from my two best friends. Even though we all lived in easy walking distance since we're neighbors, we still talked on the phone for hours on three-way. Maybe that is why we are still such good friends? Since we tell each other everything and hardly ever fight..
Lizzie and Miranda had returned the day before, but still hadn't called me. I was beginning to worry.. I checked my clock.. Hmm. 7:06 pm. Where were they? Had their parents dragged them off to fancy restaurants as a welcome home thing? Maybe..
I glanced over at my clothes folded for tomorrow and my well-stocked backpack in the chair next to my door. Tomorrow, I would get to see Lizzie and Miranda for the first time in months.. I could feel the anticipation growing.
I found myself wondering if Lizzie had changed. Was it possible for her to have become even more beautiful than she already was? I felt goosebumps rising at the thought..
Why couldn't tomorrow just come already!?