My Only One
Disclaimer: This gets really tiring after a while! I do not own Lizzie McGuire they belong to Stan Rogow
Chapter 3: If it's meant to last
Lizzie stormed out of the lunchroom the tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted the kiss so bad but she knew that it wasn't right. It wasn't the right time. She punched herself mentally. She should have just gone along with it. Would it have made it any easier on the gang? Of course not, they would be even more separated than before. Why was this becoming so difficult to cope with? Why was it so hard to deal with? Lizzie had tossed and turned in her bed for the last few weeks' only thinking of how it was all lost between them. Everything was lost. She decided to leave school for the rest of the day. She didn't feel like sitting in a cramped up class with all these emotions running through her. The backdoor to the school was left ajar. She made sure nobody was looking and ran out.
The air hit her hard. The cold air felt good on her hot face though. She began to run. Her instincts told her to run. Let it all out and just run until you want to stop. It felt so good. The air pushed against her wiping all the thoughts from her mind. She cried. Letting out all the tears and fears, every single emotion she felt. It felt so perfect so right. She felt cleansed and free. Never had she felt this good.
"Gordo have you seen Lizzie? I need to speak to her." Miranda asked as they walked through the crowded hallways. "Um… yea in lunch. I kinda blew everything Miranda." Gordo looked at Miranda his eyes pleading for her to forgive him. "What did you do?" Miranda halted to a stop. "I kissed her Miranda. I couldn't control myself. I wanted just to hold her. She looked so broken. She asked me if she thought we were all coming apart. If we've changed." Gordo confessed he breathed heavily and looked towards the floor in shame. Miranda was hard in thought. "That's it!" She finally spoke up. Gordo looked confused. "Lizzie was acting strange yesterday. She wanted to tell me something but she held it back. What she told you must have been it. How come I didn't see it? Come on Gordo we gotta look for her!" Miranda grabbed his arm and ran down the hall.
Lizzie stopped. She was at least a good 4 blocks away from her school. She was around the park. It looked beautiful in the winter. The trees were wrapped in a white blanket of snow. She breathed in the crisp clean air and sighed. She walked the street not turning to look both ways just mesmerized by the scenario. The next thing that happened was not expected. She felt a jolt of pain and then everything turned black.
The bell to signal the end of school had just rung. "I looked everywhere for her Gordo I couldn't find her. She must have cut." Miranda stood outside trying to warm up. "But where?" Gordo asked. "Um… sorry to eavesdrop dorks but I saw her leave through the back door of the school like around 8th period." Kate smiled devilishly. "That's when we had lunch. She must have been upset." Gordo cursed at himself and sat on the bench and tried to take it all in. " It's not your fault Gordo. She's just been going through some really heavy stuff. How about we go to her house. She should be there." Miranda sat down beside him and patted him on his back soothingly. "I hope so Miranda. I really do." Gordo sighed and walked alongside Miranda.
They stood in front of Lizzie's house. It had been ages since they last stepped foot on this porch. Miranda felt so guilty. She felt an aura of gloom coming from the house. It didn't look as happy as it once did. "Are you going to ring the doorbell Gordo?" Miranda asked waiting. "No you do it." Gordo responded to afraid to do so. "No come don't be chicken just ring it." Miranda grabbed Gordo's hand and tried to make him push the bell. "No Miranda! You do it!" Gordo argued back. "Why are we so afraid to ring the damn bell. We've basically been in this house since kids. What's there to be afraid of?" Miranda rang the bell. Matt opened the door. His eyes were red and in that instant she knew something was up.