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Chapter Nine: Where I Belong
Lizzie looked through her very limited wardrobe the next morning. There were a few pairs of plain jeans, a couple shorts, a couple capries, a knee-length black skirt, a few t-shirts and a couple nicer tops that were incredibly modest. Lizzie was still in shock, and now that Ethan was talking to her, she didn't know what to do.
Lizzie finally chose a pair of light blue jeans and a fairly form-fitting orange t-shirt with a little pocket on the front. The only make-up her mom had left for her was a stick of cherry flavored chap stick, which didn't even count in Lizzie's book. She was positive that she wasn't going to make it.
Lizzie glanced at her clock and realized that she really wasn't going to make it to school if she didn't leave right away.
Lizzie was nervous as she walked into Hilridge high school. It seemed like she had already done it a million times before, but this was different. The first person Lizzie saw was Ethan as she entered the school, and Kate wasn't attached to him like an extra arm for the first time that year. "Hey, Ethan. Where's Kate?"
"Hey, Lizzie! You're lookin good as always."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, thanks."
"So, like, how are you?"
"You mean with Josh?"
"Umm."
"I'm so over him. I didn't even really like him in the first place," Lizzie paused and took a deep breath. "Look, I didn't really date Josh cause I liked him. I dated him because I like you."
"Huh? I don't get it."
"Ethan, I was trying to make you jealous by dating Josh. I mean Kate obviously likes you, and I thought that my only shot was by becoming more popular than Kate."
"Why?"
"Did you here anything that I just said?"
"Maybe. You don't like Josh."
"That wasn't my point. I don't like Josh because I like you."
"Oh. Didn't we already talk about this last year?"
"Things have changed. I'm popular now. I'm a new person."
"Wait, Lizzie, I didn't turn you down to go to the dance because you weren't popular. You haven't changed one bit either. Underneath your new friends and beer you're still the same old Lizzie that I remember. I like you that way, but we just don't have any… Shoot, what's that word for the science class I'm never gonna pass?"
"Chemistry?"
"Yeah, chemistry. Hey, just because you're you doesn't me you're a boring person. You're really cool, and I liked how you Miranda and Gordo were always so close. I kinda wish I had friends like that."
"Well, that trio is history. Miranda is gone and after the way that I've treated Gordo, he'll probably never speak to me again."
"Not that I know much about friendships like with you, Gordo, and Miranda, but I think Gordo is still your friend. He's not the kinda dude that would just drop his friends because of some phase they're going through."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, anytime. Where are you going?"
"To find a true friend. I'll see you around."
"I wonder who that is," Ethan muttered to himself, puzzled, as Lizzie disappeared into the crowd.
Gordo kicked his locker for the third time. "Why won't this stupid thing close?" he muttered to himself. As he opened his locker to see what the problem was, a cascade of papers, pencils, textbooks, and various other things rained out of his locker and onto his head. Gordo had gotten really involved in school this year. Since Lizzie and Miranda weren't around anymore, Gordo had joined every single extra curricular activity known to man. He was in Science Olympiad, Chess Club, Teen Court, Academic Challenge, Speech and Debate, and International Club. He had gained several extra books, papers, and things from those to add to his already cluttered locker.
"Hey, you look like you could use some help."
"Yeah, thanks." Gordo looked up into the eyes of none other than Lizzie. "Lizzie. I mean Liz."
"Lizzie's fine. Liz was just another one of those crazy phases I like to freak you out with. And don't even say I told you so."
"Okay, but I think you still have something to say."
"I do. I'm sorry for the way I have treated you, especially for telling you that you weren't my friend anymore because you weren't popular enough for me. You don't deserve that, and I thank you for never giving up on me too. Not even all true friends would have stuck by me like you did. So, apology accepted?"
"Of course. I missed you."
"I missed you too, so are we friends?"
"We've always been friends."
A/N: R/R please! :)
Chapter Nine: Where I Belong
Lizzie looked through her very limited wardrobe the next morning. There were a few pairs of plain jeans, a couple shorts, a couple capries, a knee-length black skirt, a few t-shirts and a couple nicer tops that were incredibly modest. Lizzie was still in shock, and now that Ethan was talking to her, she didn't know what to do.
Lizzie finally chose a pair of light blue jeans and a fairly form-fitting orange t-shirt with a little pocket on the front. The only make-up her mom had left for her was a stick of cherry flavored chap stick, which didn't even count in Lizzie's book. She was positive that she wasn't going to make it.
Lizzie glanced at her clock and realized that she really wasn't going to make it to school if she didn't leave right away.
Lizzie was nervous as she walked into Hilridge high school. It seemed like she had already done it a million times before, but this was different. The first person Lizzie saw was Ethan as she entered the school, and Kate wasn't attached to him like an extra arm for the first time that year. "Hey, Ethan. Where's Kate?"
"Hey, Lizzie! You're lookin good as always."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, thanks."
"So, like, how are you?"
"You mean with Josh?"
"Umm."
"I'm so over him. I didn't even really like him in the first place," Lizzie paused and took a deep breath. "Look, I didn't really date Josh cause I liked him. I dated him because I like you."
"Huh? I don't get it."
"Ethan, I was trying to make you jealous by dating Josh. I mean Kate obviously likes you, and I thought that my only shot was by becoming more popular than Kate."
"Why?"
"Did you here anything that I just said?"
"Maybe. You don't like Josh."
"That wasn't my point. I don't like Josh because I like you."
"Oh. Didn't we already talk about this last year?"
"Things have changed. I'm popular now. I'm a new person."
"Wait, Lizzie, I didn't turn you down to go to the dance because you weren't popular. You haven't changed one bit either. Underneath your new friends and beer you're still the same old Lizzie that I remember. I like you that way, but we just don't have any… Shoot, what's that word for the science class I'm never gonna pass?"
"Chemistry?"
"Yeah, chemistry. Hey, just because you're you doesn't me you're a boring person. You're really cool, and I liked how you Miranda and Gordo were always so close. I kinda wish I had friends like that."
"Well, that trio is history. Miranda is gone and after the way that I've treated Gordo, he'll probably never speak to me again."
"Not that I know much about friendships like with you, Gordo, and Miranda, but I think Gordo is still your friend. He's not the kinda dude that would just drop his friends because of some phase they're going through."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, anytime. Where are you going?"
"To find a true friend. I'll see you around."
"I wonder who that is," Ethan muttered to himself, puzzled, as Lizzie disappeared into the crowd.
Gordo kicked his locker for the third time. "Why won't this stupid thing close?" he muttered to himself. As he opened his locker to see what the problem was, a cascade of papers, pencils, textbooks, and various other things rained out of his locker and onto his head. Gordo had gotten really involved in school this year. Since Lizzie and Miranda weren't around anymore, Gordo had joined every single extra curricular activity known to man. He was in Science Olympiad, Chess Club, Teen Court, Academic Challenge, Speech and Debate, and International Club. He had gained several extra books, papers, and things from those to add to his already cluttered locker.
"Hey, you look like you could use some help."
"Yeah, thanks." Gordo looked up into the eyes of none other than Lizzie. "Lizzie. I mean Liz."
"Lizzie's fine. Liz was just another one of those crazy phases I like to freak you out with. And don't even say I told you so."
"Okay, but I think you still have something to say."
"I do. I'm sorry for the way I have treated you, especially for telling you that you weren't my friend anymore because you weren't popular enough for me. You don't deserve that, and I thank you for never giving up on me too. Not even all true friends would have stuck by me like you did. So, apology accepted?"
"Of course. I missed you."
"I missed you too, so are we friends?"
"We've always been friends."
A/N: R/R please! :)