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Chapter One - Matt's Great Idea.

January 16th, 2004

Listening to the pelting rain outside her window Lizzie sighed.  Lizzie was bored.  So bored in fact, that she decided to do something she never in a million years thought that she would.  She decided to take up one of Matt's wild ideas.  But for this one she needed a little know-how.  Picking up her hall 'phone, she dialled the ever familiar number and waited for the line to connect.

As soon as the other end was picked up she gabbled quickly, "come 'round quick, I need your help on a… project I'm working on".

Within 3 minutes she heard the subtle tapping of small pebbles bouncing off of her window. Within another 30 seconds, she saw the familiar messy hair rising up above her window sill.

"You really need to put a ladder outside by the garage Dawson's Creek style sometime Lizzie.  That garden trellis is really doing my head in".

"Hey Gordo," Lizzie replied looking up from a pad of paper, "could you please help me?  Matt gave me this idea and amazingly it seems to be flawless.  Instead of buying a dress for the Snow-Ball, I'm going to go up to the attic and find one of mum's 60's dresses.  I don't want to admit it but she had style".

"Sure, but why did you need me?" "To get rid of the spiders silly!  Besides, what would I do without my Snow-Ball date?"  "Me?  Really?"  Gordo was surprised.  This was the first he'd heard about it.  He'd carried a torch for Lizzie since year 7, and this was the first time she seemed to reciprocate any of his feelings.

"Well… Only if you want to," Lizzie replied shyly.  "Of course!  Let's go find the perfect dress for the perfect date".  Lizzie blushed, and smiled, glad she had made the right decision.  Acting on her feelings finally she was pleased it had paid off.

Climbing up the thin ladder to the attic she jumped as a spider made a slow way down to the floor from the low ceiling.  Falling back down the small hole she landed on Gordo giggling.  Their eyes locked, they slowly drew together and kissed as a couple for the first time. 

Grinning inanely they pulled apart and climbed the ladder one after another in order to find a dress.  Rummaging around various boxes, Lizzie noticed a pale light coming from a chest in the corner.  She pointed it out to Gordo and they moved towards it.  Lizzie lifted up the lid, and a very bright light enveloped the two of them.

Rubbing her head, Lizzie lifted her head up and looked around.  Gordo was lying on the street next to her, and as if sensing her gaze, his eyes flickered open.  Taking in the surroundings, he jumped up quickly.

"Where on Earth are we?"  "Well, we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto," Lizzie replied.

To be continued…

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If you don't recognise any of the phrases, don't worry, it's just my English-ness kicking in