Something's gotta give
- Well, lets face it. Sadly for me, I don't own any of the characters from Lizzie McGuire and hello! I don't even own the title. Oh well.
Sorry it's taking me a bit longer to update its just cause I've just started university and its kinda taking up most of my time, but rest assured I'll try my best to update at least every other day. Thanks to all who've reviewed.
Chapter 8
*Lizzie's point of view*
The party was just starting as Miranda and I entered the scene. We were bracing ourselves for the worst, or the best, (but hoping for the latter) as we stepped through the double doors into the hall. The first thing we heard was the faint sound of music playing and some people chattering. The place looked amazing, the guys certainly worked well. Although there weren't a lot of decorations, the way they were set out gave an inviting feeling. I looked around, trying to remember the life I've led throughout junior high when I felt a faint tap on my shoulder.
"Miranda, Lizzie, so good to see you. I cant believe its been over 10 years", the seemingly familiar face exclaimed as he pulled me and then Miranda in for a hug.
At first I didn't recognize him, he seemed too--- lets say, cute and mature to be one of my classmates from middle school but his hair, and the way he smiled--- it could only have been Tudgeman.
"Larry?! Is that you? Wow, you've changed, a lot. I mean---wow!" was all I could say. He did take me by surprise. He no longer wore that creamy shirt with the green collar and he was a few inches taller than the last time I saw him. He cleaned up very nicely. "You cleaned up very nicely", I added with a smile.
"Yeah Larry, I mean, who would've guessed", Miranda replied.
He just smiled and adjusted his collar in what he thought was a very stylin' kinda way. "Well thank you ladies".
"So what have you been up to Mr. Tudgeman?" Miranda asked.
"Well, college went well and I held a few jobs afterwards which didn't really interest me. Then a friend of mine suggested I do what I've always loved. So now I work for the space research program in NASA (oh---wow!) so, I live in D.C. I was seriously thinking of not coming tonight but hey! I changed my mind. How bout you ladies?"
I smiled at the fact that Larry Tudgeman still hadn't gotten over that whole space thing.
"Well", Miranda began. "I'm the co-editor of Glam magazine in New York and I had a few ups and downs myself on the way. Oh yeah, and I have a son", she smiled.
"Oh really? So Miranda, who's the lucky guy?" Larry asked.
"Trust me he ain't lucky no more after what I did to him", she smiled maliciously.
"Scott's father was a jerk. They're no longer together", I laughed, shaking my head at what Miranda said.
"And Lizzie? May I ask what you have been up to?" Larry inquired quite charmingly.
"Well, I'm a doctor, and I live in New York", I didn't really want to go into a lot of detail about my boring life.
"Oh, a doctor eh. That's a really worthy profession for someone of your stature", he said.
Okay, I kinda didn't get what he was talking about, he lost me at "Doctor", but there was also a pretty good reason why I wasn't listening. I was distracted. Yes, distracted, because at that very moment someone decided to walk through the door behind Larry, and back into my life. That someone had curly chocolaty-brown hair, blue eyes and stood just a few inches taller than me. I kept my eyes on him, who I haven't seen for over 10 years, silently hoping that he'd see me standing there. Surely, I wasn't one to approach a person for a conversation, especially if that person had been the object of my affection since birth and most especially if that person, who I've loved forever, hurt me---a lot! Then, as if somebody heard my plea for help, that someone looked around the room and finally set his sights on me.
****** *Gordo's point of view*
Everything seemed in perfect order. Matt and Lanny had just finished with their whole short-lived fashion makeover on me and I was all set. Of course the guys couldn't help but give me a few tips on how to chat up a girl and so on but I was too preoccupied with the thought of Lizzie rushing through my head. Then, before I knew it I was being driven by Mr. McGuire, along with Matt and Lanny, to my old junior high school.
"So...uh...Gordo, remember what me and Lanny taught you," Matt said looking over at me.
Lanny put on a serious face and nodded.
"Ah... yeah---sure. There's other fish in the sea---" I started counting their 'advice' with my fingers. "---it isn't a party till somebody drunk dances, ladies sitting alone are a good catch and keep out of the toilets", I finished.
"Yes and don't forget, my sister is so history and stay away from Miranda", Matt added.
"What?" I asked rather confused. Does Matt have a thing for Miranda? I smiled at the thought.
"Ah---forget about the second one. Just have fun." Matt finished quickly, but even though it was dark inside the car, I could tell he was blushing with embarrassment.
We finally arrived and after saying a quick goodbye, they drove off leaving me standing in front of the stairs staring at the doors in front of me. I climbed up somewhat quickly and pushed the door open. The lights inside the hallway were on and I could hear the slightest sound of music playing in the distance. I started walking towards the hall, and looking around, I was fascinated at how little everything had changed. Suddenly, the double doors of the hall loomed closer; I could feel the sweat dripping from my brows. This is too weird, I'm way too nervous. As I approached the doors I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants and opened the doors slowly. Then I was inside. I couldn't bear to look around but decided that if I wanted to see my best friends, it would be the only way. Looking up I recognized our handy work around the hall and saw familiar faces, but none of those were the ones I wanted to see. And then, I saw her, Lizzie McGuire, after over 10 years of no contact with her whatsoever.
Everything stopped around me stopped. It's like what this love guru told me once, 'when you see the love of your life, time stops and your left standing there in awe'. I know I might sound like some overeducated traditionalist but it reminded me of my movies, how love scenes were done in slow motion. What made it harder though was the fact that she was looking straight at me so that I couldn't hide or turn away. That introduction would have been perfect. Until someone got in the way.
- Well, lets face it. Sadly for me, I don't own any of the characters from Lizzie McGuire and hello! I don't even own the title. Oh well.
Sorry it's taking me a bit longer to update its just cause I've just started university and its kinda taking up most of my time, but rest assured I'll try my best to update at least every other day. Thanks to all who've reviewed.
Chapter 8
*Lizzie's point of view*
The party was just starting as Miranda and I entered the scene. We were bracing ourselves for the worst, or the best, (but hoping for the latter) as we stepped through the double doors into the hall. The first thing we heard was the faint sound of music playing and some people chattering. The place looked amazing, the guys certainly worked well. Although there weren't a lot of decorations, the way they were set out gave an inviting feeling. I looked around, trying to remember the life I've led throughout junior high when I felt a faint tap on my shoulder.
"Miranda, Lizzie, so good to see you. I cant believe its been over 10 years", the seemingly familiar face exclaimed as he pulled me and then Miranda in for a hug.
At first I didn't recognize him, he seemed too--- lets say, cute and mature to be one of my classmates from middle school but his hair, and the way he smiled--- it could only have been Tudgeman.
"Larry?! Is that you? Wow, you've changed, a lot. I mean---wow!" was all I could say. He did take me by surprise. He no longer wore that creamy shirt with the green collar and he was a few inches taller than the last time I saw him. He cleaned up very nicely. "You cleaned up very nicely", I added with a smile.
"Yeah Larry, I mean, who would've guessed", Miranda replied.
He just smiled and adjusted his collar in what he thought was a very stylin' kinda way. "Well thank you ladies".
"So what have you been up to Mr. Tudgeman?" Miranda asked.
"Well, college went well and I held a few jobs afterwards which didn't really interest me. Then a friend of mine suggested I do what I've always loved. So now I work for the space research program in NASA (oh---wow!) so, I live in D.C. I was seriously thinking of not coming tonight but hey! I changed my mind. How bout you ladies?"
I smiled at the fact that Larry Tudgeman still hadn't gotten over that whole space thing.
"Well", Miranda began. "I'm the co-editor of Glam magazine in New York and I had a few ups and downs myself on the way. Oh yeah, and I have a son", she smiled.
"Oh really? So Miranda, who's the lucky guy?" Larry asked.
"Trust me he ain't lucky no more after what I did to him", she smiled maliciously.
"Scott's father was a jerk. They're no longer together", I laughed, shaking my head at what Miranda said.
"And Lizzie? May I ask what you have been up to?" Larry inquired quite charmingly.
"Well, I'm a doctor, and I live in New York", I didn't really want to go into a lot of detail about my boring life.
"Oh, a doctor eh. That's a really worthy profession for someone of your stature", he said.
Okay, I kinda didn't get what he was talking about, he lost me at "Doctor", but there was also a pretty good reason why I wasn't listening. I was distracted. Yes, distracted, because at that very moment someone decided to walk through the door behind Larry, and back into my life. That someone had curly chocolaty-brown hair, blue eyes and stood just a few inches taller than me. I kept my eyes on him, who I haven't seen for over 10 years, silently hoping that he'd see me standing there. Surely, I wasn't one to approach a person for a conversation, especially if that person had been the object of my affection since birth and most especially if that person, who I've loved forever, hurt me---a lot! Then, as if somebody heard my plea for help, that someone looked around the room and finally set his sights on me.
****** *Gordo's point of view*
Everything seemed in perfect order. Matt and Lanny had just finished with their whole short-lived fashion makeover on me and I was all set. Of course the guys couldn't help but give me a few tips on how to chat up a girl and so on but I was too preoccupied with the thought of Lizzie rushing through my head. Then, before I knew it I was being driven by Mr. McGuire, along with Matt and Lanny, to my old junior high school.
"So...uh...Gordo, remember what me and Lanny taught you," Matt said looking over at me.
Lanny put on a serious face and nodded.
"Ah... yeah---sure. There's other fish in the sea---" I started counting their 'advice' with my fingers. "---it isn't a party till somebody drunk dances, ladies sitting alone are a good catch and keep out of the toilets", I finished.
"Yes and don't forget, my sister is so history and stay away from Miranda", Matt added.
"What?" I asked rather confused. Does Matt have a thing for Miranda? I smiled at the thought.
"Ah---forget about the second one. Just have fun." Matt finished quickly, but even though it was dark inside the car, I could tell he was blushing with embarrassment.
We finally arrived and after saying a quick goodbye, they drove off leaving me standing in front of the stairs staring at the doors in front of me. I climbed up somewhat quickly and pushed the door open. The lights inside the hallway were on and I could hear the slightest sound of music playing in the distance. I started walking towards the hall, and looking around, I was fascinated at how little everything had changed. Suddenly, the double doors of the hall loomed closer; I could feel the sweat dripping from my brows. This is too weird, I'm way too nervous. As I approached the doors I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants and opened the doors slowly. Then I was inside. I couldn't bear to look around but decided that if I wanted to see my best friends, it would be the only way. Looking up I recognized our handy work around the hall and saw familiar faces, but none of those were the ones I wanted to see. And then, I saw her, Lizzie McGuire, after over 10 years of no contact with her whatsoever.
Everything stopped around me stopped. It's like what this love guru told me once, 'when you see the love of your life, time stops and your left standing there in awe'. I know I might sound like some overeducated traditionalist but it reminded me of my movies, how love scenes were done in slow motion. What made it harder though was the fact that she was looking straight at me so that I couldn't hide or turn away. That introduction would have been perfect. Until someone got in the way.
