[Disclaimer: If I owned Lizzie McGuire, I'd sue all of you Fanfiction-ers who don't have disclaimers. Fortunately for you, I don't own. So bite me.]
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Sometimes, being 11 years old can really suck.
Like, take this afternoon for instance. After school, Lizzie, Miranda, Gordo and I were all waiting for bus outside school during dismissal. My day had gone pretty good so far. I mean, all the teachers seemed to like me, or at least, none of the teachers yelled at me or anything. There was only one class I had without Gordo and the rest of my homeroom, and that was Math. By some miracle, Lizzie, Miranda and I all ended up in the same Math group--the second highest advanced one. Of course, Gordo's in the most advanced math class, and they're already doing 6th grade work. Which is so unfair.
Well, anyway, we were waiting for the bus, just chatting and jabbering on as usual, when suddenly Miranda mentions this place called the Digital Bean. Of course, I've heard of the Digital Bean--it was only like, THE coolest place to go in Hillridge. Technically, people of all ages could go there, but it's almost always junior high and up, and sometimes 6th graders. Fifth graders? No way, the high school kids would beat us up and steal our money for sure. But Miranda said we should see if our parents would let us go. It wasn't like we were going to go do something bad, just drink a smoothie and talk about stuff. It would be a lot easier than going over one specific person's house, and we wouldn't have to bother our parents as much.
And of course my persuasion was met with a great big without a reasonable explanation. I even asked if maybe Amy could take me, but still, no luck. I just found this to be the most unfair thing ever, so I...well...let's just say, I threw a bit of a hissy fit. I hate missing out on conversation with my best friends, and I especially hate missing out on spending time with Gordo. But instead of then realizing my point, you know what they did? THEY GROUNDED ME!!
Note to self: hissy fits NEVER work. Unless of course you're Claire Miller, and people kiss the ground you walk on. (Who would ever want someone fawning all over them and giving them no privacy? Popularity is so retarded.)
So now I'm grounded for like, the whole weekend, and my parents made up these super-strict stupid rules about seeing my friends. First of all, I'm not allowed to even leave the house to go see them! Secondly, if I go anywhere with them after school tomorrow, I'll be grounded for even longer. (Ugh, great.) And third, each of my friends can only spend 2 hours a day over my house. Could this be any more unfair?
Oh well. It's not like I had any major arrangements anyway. I guess I'll just...deal.
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I woke up on that Friday morning thinking, Which reminded me that maybe a new Boy Meets World episode would be on TGIF that night. I usually missed TGIF cause Lizzie, Miranda, Gordo and I would always go see a movie on Friday night. I mean, of course I'd totally rather see a movie, but, well...Shawn is totally cute. I love his hair.
When I got on the bus this morning, I was so angry I didn't even want to think about Gordo, much less talk to him. It was like I didn't want to be happy, which makes no sense at all. Why wouldn't someone want to be happy? Sometimes, during class, all I have to do is look at him and I suddenly think of him wearing leather pants, and I just get totally grossed out.
But then I think about him kissing me. Like the perfect kiss, like Bobby Brady (or was it Peter?) described it: seeing fireworks and everything being totally perfect. I don't know about tongue or anything. Maybe if he wanted to, but the thought of putting my tongue is someone else's mouth is a little weird. Even someone I have a humongous crush on. It seems like the sort of thing Claire would do to get someone to like her.
Who am I kidding? Gordo doesn't even want to kiss me, much less put his tongue in my mouth! Then, I did something really stupid.
I looked over at Gordo. And oh my gosh--he was looking RIGHT back at me! Not in a totally obvious way like he was just trying to say hi' or something, but his head was slightly turned and I could so tell he was looking at me. And once I looked at him, he looked away! Oh my gosh, what does this mean?! I mean, I know he doesn't like me. But then....who does he like?
As soon as this all happened, Lizzie came back and sat next to me, sitting right between me and Gordo. And as much as I love Lizzie and we are completely BFF, I kind of wished she wasn't there at that second. And then I felt bad for thinking such a mean thing about my best friend, because let's face it, out of the four of us, she was definitely the person I got along with best.
Hey, Kate, Lizzie said, smiling warmly as she often did. I smiled back, weakly. What's up? But wait, if she's my best friend, why can't I just tell her that I like Gordo so much? I know she wouldn't tell him, right? ...Right?
Um...I got grounded yesterday. And then Lizzie went into this long speech about how bad she felt for me and how bad it sucked, and I just said and nodded a lot, up until the point where Miranda got on the bus. Then, she and Lizzie started blabbing on and on, while out of the corner of my eye I kept looking over at Gordo.
I could trust Lizzie with my secret. She'd understand.
Wouldn't she?
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[A/N: More than you know, little Katiekins. Now Friday nights are the tightest of all, Lizzie McGuire in color, then head to the mall.
Ehhh, or NOT. But whatever. Listening to the Lizzie McGuire soundtrack actually helps me write. Who knew? (Except this song. The rap one. Too distracting, dude.)
Wheeee, lots of updates, aren't you happy? I hope so.
Lemme know what you think: please review. THANKS!]
