Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't own Lizzie. I don't own 12
Angry Men. I don't even own a script for 12 angry men, so I had to make up
the lines from what I remember from five years ago.
AN: Sorry for the delay, I am really busy with my design team. It would have probably been longer, except I have to commit to a design this week, and it is stressing me out, so I decided to set it aside, and do a little righting. Well you are not here to read about my problems, but that of Lizzie, so here it is.
Chapter 6: Life as David
Juror #4: Someone with experience with a knife would never stab a person in such a manner. Let me demonstrate.
Lizzie, along with some of the other actors, stood up and proceeded downstage to watch the demonstration.
Juror #4: You see, to stab a person with a downward motion....
"Wow, AH, AAAAAAHHHHH" Lizzie's scream brought everyone's attention to her just in time to see her fall flat on her face. She looked behind her, and saw her foot still wrapped around the leg of the chair she tripped over. "Oh great," she thought to herself, "the return of Lizzie The Klutz."
"CUT," A voice boomed from the audience. It was Mr. O'Hara, the drama teacher. "Miss McGuire, are you ok."
"I'm fine," she yelled back. The pitch of her voice had risen quite high after she realized that the eleven other actors, and about a doze tech's were staring at her. "Sorry," she squeaked. "Why couldn't it have been 3 angry citizens," she thought.
"Well it's just after seven, so lets break for dinner. Everybody meet back here at 7:45 ok."
David had been given the job of filming the play, and was in taking notes over the play when Lizzie took her dive. A slight chuckle cam out of his mouth as he watched her golden hair fly towards the stage.
It had been over five weeks since he had broken their friendship, and the two had never spoken since. He avoided being in the same place as her, and would ignore her whenever their paths crossed. Her continuous bad mood kept David happy, and he felt that no other actions were necessary.
Instead of working on Lizzie, David focused on other targets. His favorite was the band. He had inside knowledge since he was tutoring the drum major, and had classes with other members. Thank to he new friends he was able to pull of the pranks without anybody suspecting him.
Realizing that he now had a 40-minute break, David packed up his supplies and headed to the exit. He used the main exit rather than the stage exit to avoid Lizzie. As he walked down the hall, he realized that he had left his eraser in the auditorium. David knew that Lizzie would have left the stage by now, so he opened a door that lead to the side of the stage.
Immediately after he opened the door, he saw Lizzie standing center stage, talking to somebody. David hid behind a wall as he listened to the conversation.
"You are in the band AND you run the sound system?" Lizzie yelled into the audience. Her voice had lost some of the anger it had been carrying for the last couple of weeks
"Yep," a familiar voice replied.
David wanted to stick his head out to see who she was talking to, but realized that he would give himself away. He sat down on the cold cement and leaned out just enough so that he could see. David watched as a tall slender boy casually walked up the isle, and with seemingly no effort jumped up three feet and onto the stage.
THUD. David tried not to laugh and give away his position at the sight of the boy falling flat on his face. It was just then that David realized that the front section of the stage was being lowered to create an orchestra pit. David could not help but laugh as he thought of the look on the boys face as he cleared the facade of the stage, and realized that the actual floor of the stage was another two feet below him. It was only when he saw the replay in his mind that he realized the boy was David from Geometry.
"Are you ok?" Lizzie asked as she jumped down and helped him up.
"Yea I'm fine, just a little embarrassed," he replied as he took Lizzie's hand and pulled himself up.
Lizzie held his hand and led him over to the ledge that was now forming where the movable portion of the stage and the permanent stage met. It was not until they were seated on the ledge that she let go. "I don't know if I should hang out with you," Lizzie said in a very happy and bubbly voice, "one of us might get injured." As she concluded her sentence a smile appeared on her face, and the two laughed.
David Gordon felt like his heart was going to melt. It had been so long since he had seen Lizzie smile; he had forgotten how beautiful and powerful it was. Just as fast as his heart started to melt, it turned ice cold as he realized what he was seeing.
"So how about that dinner?" David asked Lizzie.
Lizzie swung her feet freely in the newly created opening in front of her as she pretended to contemplate the question. She laughed as she responded, "It's a date."
David Gordon had enough of Lizzie's happiness, and decided to continue his work. He stood up and walked onto the stage. "I wouldn't if I were you. She has led other guy's on just to break their hearts. She's not worth it."
Lizzie's jaw dropped at the words her former best friend had just said to her.
David Gordon walked down the steps and into the audience satisfied with his work. "Can I call you Dave? All of a sudden I don't like the name David," was the last thing David heard Lizzie say before she and Dave left the stage.
David picked up his missing eraser, and headed towards the exit. He soon made his way out of the school and headed towards the McDonalds on the corner.
As David made his way across the dark empty parking lot, he noticed a car parked next to the stadium. As he got closer he noticed that it was Greg's car. "What are they doing here?" David asked himself. As he approached he saw the shadows of three guys sitting under the bleachers. Becoming even more curious David decided to see what they were up to.
"Hey David" Greg yelled as David walked through the gates.
"Hey," David replied. "What are you still doing here?"
Ken removed the bottle from his lips so that he could answer. "Watching tape of Spring High's football team." He reached into a cooler and pulled out a brown bottle. "Want something to drink?"
David looked at the bottle Ken was holding in his had. He had never been offered a beer before, and did not know how to respond. If he did not take the offering, he knew he might loose his new popularity.
Before David could do much more thinking Dan broke in. "It's only root beer," Dan spoke without looking at David. With that being said, Dan's returned the bottle to his mouth.
David suddenly felt embarrassed, but as usual had a plan to regain his dignity. "Oh no, it's just that I have only a few minutes to get some food before I need to be back inside."
"We've got a few pieces of pizza left, if you want it." Ken opened up a pizza box, revealing three slices.
David took the bottle from Ken, took a sip before sitting down. Ken slid the pizza box over to him, David removed a slice and began eating.
"Good job on those band nerds last week David," Greg commented. "I would have thought of something better that a stink bomb in the base drum, but still pretty good."
"Shut up Greg," Dan exclaimed. The three immediately turned their attention to Dan. This was the first time David had heard Dan use any emotion in his words. Most of the time he spoke in quick sentences, just long enough to get his point across. "You have the biggest freaking ego in the world. David did a great job, why can't you just say that, why do you have to always compare our work to yours." Dan slowly got up and walked back to the locker room.
Greg grabbed an empty bottle and softly threw it at Dan. The bottle missed, and made clinking noises as it tumbled across the ground.
"Don't worry about him," Ken spoke. "He always gets testy before a big game."
David decided to not think about the situation and returned his attention to his pizza.
Ken and Greg started talking about all the things that they had done to this year's freshman class, as well as a few things they had done the previous year. David soon joined the conversation, listing his achievements, and his plans.
David quickly lost track of time as he and his new friends enjoyed the cool fall evening. Had it not been for a familiar sound, David would have surly forgotten about the play all together. David looked across the empty lot and could make out the outlines of two people. It was not their shape that he was interested in, but that familiar giggle, the giggle that warmed his heart, and made his blood ice cold.
"David, you ok?" Ken asked breaking David out of his spell.
It was only then that David realized that he had watched Lizzie walk across the entire parking lot. He also realized that he had been so concentrated on her that he had not noticed that he had dropped his piece of pizza. "Ah, yea, I'm fine," He replied.
"Isn't that the girl you keep talking about?" Ken asked.
"Man, if she wasn't a freshman," Dan said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Yeah it is," David replied to Kan before turning to Dan, "and she is all yours."
"I wasn't asking, freshman," Dan said angrily.
"So what's up with her?" Ken asked, ignoring Dan's comment.
David leaned back against one of the steel columns. "We used to be best friends," he quietly admitted. This was the first time that he had talked about Lizzie with his new friends, other that to tell them what he planed to do to her.
Root beer spit out of Dan's mouth when he heard David.
"Yea right," Ken said between laughs. "A girl that fine, and you? I doubt that.
"We were," David barked back. "Lizzie, Miranda, and me, the Three Amigos. And why is that so impossible, I am not that big of a nerd. Heck, she went out with Tudgeman for crying out loud!""
"Ok David, lets say you two were that close," Dan said. "Why are you always talking about making her life miserable?"
"Because she led me on," David yelled. Everyone, including David was surprised at his outburst. David took a breath before continuing. "She led me on, and then said no to me when I asked her out."
Dan and Ken were amazed as David told the story. He told them how he first realized he liked her when she was dating Ronnie. The letter to her advice column, and the mystery party. When he reached the end of the previous year, the story about Lizzie kissing him on the cheek, Dan and Ken could not take anymore. "Ok, you are the biggest liar I have ever met," Dan said interrupting David's story.
"I hate to admit it, but Dan's right David," Ken added.
"It's true," David argued, "here I'll show you." David pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded the paper and passed its contents to Ken.
"So she did kiss you," Ken said as he looked at the rectangle that had been cut from David's class picture that only showed the two of them. Dan snatched the picture from Ken to analyze it himself.
"It's no big deal," Dan responded to the picture. "I get kissed by girl all the time, it doesn't mean they like me."
"Yea David," Ken continued Dan's statement, "it doesn't prove that she likes you, just that she has a bad sense of timing."
David rebutted by continuing his story. He told the events of Rome, and how they kissed just before her parents whisked her away to their hotel. How he never saw her, or talk to her directly until he returned from his summer trip. He finished his story by telling how he asked Lizzie out and she said no.
"Ok David, I believe you." Ken said.
"You do?" Gordo asked, astonished how easy it was to change Ken's mind.
"Yea," Ken replied. "Only a guy that has only hung out with girls his entire life would spill his guts like that."
Ken's comment caught Dan off-guard, and almost chocked on his drink as he began laughing hysterically.
David started banging his head against the column, realizing that he had just made himself look like such a fool in front of his new friends.
"Don't worry, we won't tell anybody" Ken said while starting at Dan.
"We won't," Dan asked with a puzzled look on his face.
This also caught David's attention, who stopped beating his head against the column.
"No we WON"T." Ken said again to Dan before turning to face David. "Just do yourself and us a favor."
"What?" Gordo asked
"Forget about this girl. It doesn't do good to focus on the past, ok." Ken replied.
"There is a party in a couple of week, we should get you a date," Dan added.
"Uh sure, thanks," David replied, stunned at Dan's strange act of kindness.
"Don't mention it," Dan replied, "to ANYONE. Now we need to get back to our film, and don't you have to be in rehearsals or something."
David quickly looked at his watch. "7:55! I was supposed to be inside ten minutes ago." He quickly got up, grabbed his bag and began running towards the school. "Thanks for the pizza," he yelled as he ran through the stadiums gate.
"We have a lot of work to do on that one," Ken said quietly to Dan.
"Don't worry, a couple of beers at the party and he will be ok," Dan replied. Both he and Ken laughed before heading back to the locker room.
AN: Well what do you think. Like I said, I am completely stressed out, so I hope it wasn't that bad. Anyways, now that it is done, I guess I will return to my hole in the computer lab, so that I can lead the team to a national championship. I kinda know where I want to take this story, but am having difficulties thinking of what should happen next, if you have a suggestion, please let me know. I will give credit to any suggestions I use. I will try to update again soon. (Happy B-Day Hil, just don't try to kill yourself in your new car like my friends and I did on many occasions.)
AN: Sorry for the delay, I am really busy with my design team. It would have probably been longer, except I have to commit to a design this week, and it is stressing me out, so I decided to set it aside, and do a little righting. Well you are not here to read about my problems, but that of Lizzie, so here it is.
Chapter 6: Life as David
Juror #4: Someone with experience with a knife would never stab a person in such a manner. Let me demonstrate.
Lizzie, along with some of the other actors, stood up and proceeded downstage to watch the demonstration.
Juror #4: You see, to stab a person with a downward motion....
"Wow, AH, AAAAAAHHHHH" Lizzie's scream brought everyone's attention to her just in time to see her fall flat on her face. She looked behind her, and saw her foot still wrapped around the leg of the chair she tripped over. "Oh great," she thought to herself, "the return of Lizzie The Klutz."
"CUT," A voice boomed from the audience. It was Mr. O'Hara, the drama teacher. "Miss McGuire, are you ok."
"I'm fine," she yelled back. The pitch of her voice had risen quite high after she realized that the eleven other actors, and about a doze tech's were staring at her. "Sorry," she squeaked. "Why couldn't it have been 3 angry citizens," she thought.
"Well it's just after seven, so lets break for dinner. Everybody meet back here at 7:45 ok."
David had been given the job of filming the play, and was in taking notes over the play when Lizzie took her dive. A slight chuckle cam out of his mouth as he watched her golden hair fly towards the stage.
It had been over five weeks since he had broken their friendship, and the two had never spoken since. He avoided being in the same place as her, and would ignore her whenever their paths crossed. Her continuous bad mood kept David happy, and he felt that no other actions were necessary.
Instead of working on Lizzie, David focused on other targets. His favorite was the band. He had inside knowledge since he was tutoring the drum major, and had classes with other members. Thank to he new friends he was able to pull of the pranks without anybody suspecting him.
Realizing that he now had a 40-minute break, David packed up his supplies and headed to the exit. He used the main exit rather than the stage exit to avoid Lizzie. As he walked down the hall, he realized that he had left his eraser in the auditorium. David knew that Lizzie would have left the stage by now, so he opened a door that lead to the side of the stage.
Immediately after he opened the door, he saw Lizzie standing center stage, talking to somebody. David hid behind a wall as he listened to the conversation.
"You are in the band AND you run the sound system?" Lizzie yelled into the audience. Her voice had lost some of the anger it had been carrying for the last couple of weeks
"Yep," a familiar voice replied.
David wanted to stick his head out to see who she was talking to, but realized that he would give himself away. He sat down on the cold cement and leaned out just enough so that he could see. David watched as a tall slender boy casually walked up the isle, and with seemingly no effort jumped up three feet and onto the stage.
THUD. David tried not to laugh and give away his position at the sight of the boy falling flat on his face. It was just then that David realized that the front section of the stage was being lowered to create an orchestra pit. David could not help but laugh as he thought of the look on the boys face as he cleared the facade of the stage, and realized that the actual floor of the stage was another two feet below him. It was only when he saw the replay in his mind that he realized the boy was David from Geometry.
"Are you ok?" Lizzie asked as she jumped down and helped him up.
"Yea I'm fine, just a little embarrassed," he replied as he took Lizzie's hand and pulled himself up.
Lizzie held his hand and led him over to the ledge that was now forming where the movable portion of the stage and the permanent stage met. It was not until they were seated on the ledge that she let go. "I don't know if I should hang out with you," Lizzie said in a very happy and bubbly voice, "one of us might get injured." As she concluded her sentence a smile appeared on her face, and the two laughed.
David Gordon felt like his heart was going to melt. It had been so long since he had seen Lizzie smile; he had forgotten how beautiful and powerful it was. Just as fast as his heart started to melt, it turned ice cold as he realized what he was seeing.
"So how about that dinner?" David asked Lizzie.
Lizzie swung her feet freely in the newly created opening in front of her as she pretended to contemplate the question. She laughed as she responded, "It's a date."
David Gordon had enough of Lizzie's happiness, and decided to continue his work. He stood up and walked onto the stage. "I wouldn't if I were you. She has led other guy's on just to break their hearts. She's not worth it."
Lizzie's jaw dropped at the words her former best friend had just said to her.
David Gordon walked down the steps and into the audience satisfied with his work. "Can I call you Dave? All of a sudden I don't like the name David," was the last thing David heard Lizzie say before she and Dave left the stage.
David picked up his missing eraser, and headed towards the exit. He soon made his way out of the school and headed towards the McDonalds on the corner.
As David made his way across the dark empty parking lot, he noticed a car parked next to the stadium. As he got closer he noticed that it was Greg's car. "What are they doing here?" David asked himself. As he approached he saw the shadows of three guys sitting under the bleachers. Becoming even more curious David decided to see what they were up to.
"Hey David" Greg yelled as David walked through the gates.
"Hey," David replied. "What are you still doing here?"
Ken removed the bottle from his lips so that he could answer. "Watching tape of Spring High's football team." He reached into a cooler and pulled out a brown bottle. "Want something to drink?"
David looked at the bottle Ken was holding in his had. He had never been offered a beer before, and did not know how to respond. If he did not take the offering, he knew he might loose his new popularity.
Before David could do much more thinking Dan broke in. "It's only root beer," Dan spoke without looking at David. With that being said, Dan's returned the bottle to his mouth.
David suddenly felt embarrassed, but as usual had a plan to regain his dignity. "Oh no, it's just that I have only a few minutes to get some food before I need to be back inside."
"We've got a few pieces of pizza left, if you want it." Ken opened up a pizza box, revealing three slices.
David took the bottle from Ken, took a sip before sitting down. Ken slid the pizza box over to him, David removed a slice and began eating.
"Good job on those band nerds last week David," Greg commented. "I would have thought of something better that a stink bomb in the base drum, but still pretty good."
"Shut up Greg," Dan exclaimed. The three immediately turned their attention to Dan. This was the first time David had heard Dan use any emotion in his words. Most of the time he spoke in quick sentences, just long enough to get his point across. "You have the biggest freaking ego in the world. David did a great job, why can't you just say that, why do you have to always compare our work to yours." Dan slowly got up and walked back to the locker room.
Greg grabbed an empty bottle and softly threw it at Dan. The bottle missed, and made clinking noises as it tumbled across the ground.
"Don't worry about him," Ken spoke. "He always gets testy before a big game."
David decided to not think about the situation and returned his attention to his pizza.
Ken and Greg started talking about all the things that they had done to this year's freshman class, as well as a few things they had done the previous year. David soon joined the conversation, listing his achievements, and his plans.
David quickly lost track of time as he and his new friends enjoyed the cool fall evening. Had it not been for a familiar sound, David would have surly forgotten about the play all together. David looked across the empty lot and could make out the outlines of two people. It was not their shape that he was interested in, but that familiar giggle, the giggle that warmed his heart, and made his blood ice cold.
"David, you ok?" Ken asked breaking David out of his spell.
It was only then that David realized that he had watched Lizzie walk across the entire parking lot. He also realized that he had been so concentrated on her that he had not noticed that he had dropped his piece of pizza. "Ah, yea, I'm fine," He replied.
"Isn't that the girl you keep talking about?" Ken asked.
"Man, if she wasn't a freshman," Dan said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Yeah it is," David replied to Kan before turning to Dan, "and she is all yours."
"I wasn't asking, freshman," Dan said angrily.
"So what's up with her?" Ken asked, ignoring Dan's comment.
David leaned back against one of the steel columns. "We used to be best friends," he quietly admitted. This was the first time that he had talked about Lizzie with his new friends, other that to tell them what he planed to do to her.
Root beer spit out of Dan's mouth when he heard David.
"Yea right," Ken said between laughs. "A girl that fine, and you? I doubt that.
"We were," David barked back. "Lizzie, Miranda, and me, the Three Amigos. And why is that so impossible, I am not that big of a nerd. Heck, she went out with Tudgeman for crying out loud!""
"Ok David, lets say you two were that close," Dan said. "Why are you always talking about making her life miserable?"
"Because she led me on," David yelled. Everyone, including David was surprised at his outburst. David took a breath before continuing. "She led me on, and then said no to me when I asked her out."
Dan and Ken were amazed as David told the story. He told them how he first realized he liked her when she was dating Ronnie. The letter to her advice column, and the mystery party. When he reached the end of the previous year, the story about Lizzie kissing him on the cheek, Dan and Ken could not take anymore. "Ok, you are the biggest liar I have ever met," Dan said interrupting David's story.
"I hate to admit it, but Dan's right David," Ken added.
"It's true," David argued, "here I'll show you." David pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded the paper and passed its contents to Ken.
"So she did kiss you," Ken said as he looked at the rectangle that had been cut from David's class picture that only showed the two of them. Dan snatched the picture from Ken to analyze it himself.
"It's no big deal," Dan responded to the picture. "I get kissed by girl all the time, it doesn't mean they like me."
"Yea David," Ken continued Dan's statement, "it doesn't prove that she likes you, just that she has a bad sense of timing."
David rebutted by continuing his story. He told the events of Rome, and how they kissed just before her parents whisked her away to their hotel. How he never saw her, or talk to her directly until he returned from his summer trip. He finished his story by telling how he asked Lizzie out and she said no.
"Ok David, I believe you." Ken said.
"You do?" Gordo asked, astonished how easy it was to change Ken's mind.
"Yea," Ken replied. "Only a guy that has only hung out with girls his entire life would spill his guts like that."
Ken's comment caught Dan off-guard, and almost chocked on his drink as he began laughing hysterically.
David started banging his head against the column, realizing that he had just made himself look like such a fool in front of his new friends.
"Don't worry, we won't tell anybody" Ken said while starting at Dan.
"We won't," Dan asked with a puzzled look on his face.
This also caught David's attention, who stopped beating his head against the column.
"No we WON"T." Ken said again to Dan before turning to face David. "Just do yourself and us a favor."
"What?" Gordo asked
"Forget about this girl. It doesn't do good to focus on the past, ok." Ken replied.
"There is a party in a couple of week, we should get you a date," Dan added.
"Uh sure, thanks," David replied, stunned at Dan's strange act of kindness.
"Don't mention it," Dan replied, "to ANYONE. Now we need to get back to our film, and don't you have to be in rehearsals or something."
David quickly looked at his watch. "7:55! I was supposed to be inside ten minutes ago." He quickly got up, grabbed his bag and began running towards the school. "Thanks for the pizza," he yelled as he ran through the stadiums gate.
"We have a lot of work to do on that one," Ken said quietly to Dan.
"Don't worry, a couple of beers at the party and he will be ok," Dan replied. Both he and Ken laughed before heading back to the locker room.
AN: Well what do you think. Like I said, I am completely stressed out, so I hope it wasn't that bad. Anyways, now that it is done, I guess I will return to my hole in the computer lab, so that I can lead the team to a national championship. I kinda know where I want to take this story, but am having difficulties thinking of what should happen next, if you have a suggestion, please let me know. I will give credit to any suggestions I use. I will try to update again soon. (Happy B-Day Hil, just don't try to kill yourself in your new car like my friends and I did on many occasions.)