A/N – Heh, thanks so much for the support. I wrote this right after I uploaded the other one because I just got hit by inspiration. Each of your reviews were deeply appreciated. I loved reading each and every one of them.
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Title – Breaking Out
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst
Rating – PG-13
Main Pairings – Gordo/Lizzie, Miranda/? (lol, Larry's scary! Have some pity for Miranda! Still haven't found anybody for her yet, so give me ideas.)
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of Lizzie McGuire. I'm only borrowing them for my (and your) entertainment. I hope you enjoy. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the series are entirely mine.
Summery – Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are now in high school, but everything's changed. The three of them have grown apart, leaving only memories of the past. In high school, where social status means LIFE, the trio have been 'categorized' into different groups. Can they break the bounds of stereotype and rekindle their own friendship? Can love become of this?
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Breaking Out
Complicated
Matt burst into the room. "Hey, Mieko!" he said cheerfully. Too cheerful. Lizzie could only gape at the audacity of her dorky brother. "Matt! What are you doing here? Last time I checked," she flew towards her door and flashed the sign on it, "it was 'Lizzie's Room'. Not Matt the Monster's," she finished, hands on her hips.
Mieko twirled her pen absently as she greeted Matt, careful not to make any eye contact whatsoever. Eye contact with Matt... was dangerous. Brianna had once made the ultimate mistake of flashing Matt her mega-watt smile the last time she came over. Matt stalked the poor girl for weeks before Melina found out and had to resort to whapping him upside the head.
Matt smiled goofily before Lizzie pushed him out of the room. "Oww!" he yelped, as the door slammed directly in his face. "My brother. Is out. To. Ruin. MY. LIFE!" she growled, planting herself next to her friend. "It can't be that bad. I'm sure, that deep down, under those layers of makeup, you actually like him annoying the heck out of you," teased Mieko. Lizzie scoffed, before the meaning of her friend's words came through.
"Hey!" she cried, laughing inspite of herself. "I've always wanted a brother. But older, definitely. Somebody like... Johnny Depp. Cute... and sexy too. That way, I could analyze every girl that likes him. Wouldn't that be cool?" asked Mieko, deep in thought. "As if he would let you," replied Lizzie, shaking her head. Her best friend did not know what she was wishing for. All brothers, old or young, were bound to make your life a misery. There were no exceptions. But Mieko was an only child, and her house got pretty lonely at times. Personally, Lizzie had no problems with going home to an empty house after school everyday, with no parents in the vicinity, but after all, the grass was always greener on the other side.
"Mi? Do you think Ken likes me?" asked Lizzie, randomly. "Well... I dunno. I don't think he shows as much interest to anybody else than he does to you. He smiled at you after school today, right?" inquired Mieko. "It was faint, but I definitely saw it. It was a classic moment," said Lizzie, dreamily. There was a pause before both girls squealed in unison.
"Girls? You alright in there?" came a voice from outside the door. "Yes, mom!" huffed Lizzie. The door opened and Jo McGuire poked her head inside. "Now, Lizzie, I'm just wondering. You can't blame an old mom wanting to take care of her little girl. Oh, Mieko! I love your nail polish!" exclaimed Jo. Lizzie could have pulled her hair out. Her mom always tried to be 'with it' ever since Lizzie made the cheerleading squad.
"Thanks, Mrs. McGuire. I don't like it much, though. I found it a little dark, don't you think?" replied Mieko, while once again, Lizzie was trying to urge her mother out of the room again. Mieko always thought it was hilarious to see Lizzie shooing people out of her room and this time was no different. She was doubled over in laughter as Lizzie closed the door.
An hour later, when their homework was done and all they wanted was a snack, they went downstairs. While rummaging in the refrigerator, the phone jangled loudly. Lizzie ran into the living room and picked it up. "Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello? Who is this?" she asked. The dial tone sounded.
Confused, Lizzie went back to the kitchen. Mieko, having found some Oreos in a jar that was not booby-trapped by Matt, was sitting on one of the stools. "Who was that?" she asked, "it seemed really short. Aww. Couldn't have been a chat with Ken, then."
"Very funny. Nobody replied. I asked who the person was but they hung up on me," said Lizzie, flipping her gorgeous hair to one side.
"Whoa, freaky. Stalker,"
"Not helping, Mieko..."
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Gordo could have just banged his head on the wall. What was he thinking? Calling Lizzie? Lizzie, whom he hadn't shared a word with for the past two months? One of the most popular girls in school? His ex-best friend?
It did sound like a good idea before but now, it just seemed pretty stupid.
He sat down on the couch and ran his hand over his brown, curly hair. He had piles of dreaded homework waiting for him in his room, but he didn't feel like doing them now. He hated anything to do with school. Thank God it was a Friday. Two days of relaxation would do him good. He didn't think that he could take another day of school. His mind drifted off to a conversation that had taken place in junior high.
"I can't STAND Kate! Look at her flirting with Ethan. Everybody knows that Ethan's mine!" cried Lizzie, glaring at the other girl. "Uh, how can that be when even Ethan doesn't know you have a crush on him?" Gordo dared to ask. Miranda and Lizzie gave each other a 'guys, they don't understand' look while Gordo lifted his hands in surrender. Miranda stuffed her books inside her already packed locker. The lunch bell had already rung, but none of them felt hungry.
"Kate Sanders was BORN a witch, that's what I think," said Miranda, laughing. Lizzie looked thoughtful at that. Gordo made a face. "Hello? Lizzie? Found something interesting at the wall you're staring at?" he joked. "Oh! I was just thinking about the time Kate and I were best friends..." said Lizzie. "You-you and Kate Sanders were best friends!?" gawked Miranda, "Why is it that I didn't know about this earlier?" She turned to Gordo, wanting to know if he had heard this before but Gordo only shrugged.
"Yeah, we were. She was actually quite cool back then. But then, one summer, when she came back from camp, she changed," said Lizzie, twiddling with her folder.
"Waitwaitwait. So you're telling me, that you and Kate used to best of friends, but after summer camp, you guys just split?" asked Gordo, disbelievingly. "Girls, Gordo. You 'girls'," cut in Miranda. "Ah, whatever," he shot back. Lizzie could only nod.
He never asked Lizzie about that ever again. Gordo thought it was a bit fishy how such friendship could be broken up over Kate and Lizzie. But he now knew.
Maybe Kate did change. But you did too...
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They were at the mall. Again. It was probably the third time this week, but Miranda didn't care. As long as she had Jodi and James together with her, nothing could seem boring. Miranda choked in her laughter as she saw Jodi dressed up as something only her grandmother would probably wear. Jodi, seeing as she had already attracted attention, flipped her feathered hat and shuffled over to James.
"Eh, dearie? Have you seen, eh, my glasses? You look pretty cute, lad. Almost like old Bob the horse was like when he was younger," croaked Jodi. James grinned, grabbed a pair of rainbow-colored, spiked sunglasses and plopped it on her nose. Miranda almost howled. The saleswoman shot them a dirty look but looked confused when she saw Jodi. Miranda couldn't blame her. Jodi looked like a cross between an old woman and a badly dressed rocker.
"Why, thank you, dearie. Now, come on, Miranda. Your dear old granny needs to get you some new things to wear. Tsk, kids these days, they don't know how to dress! Look at you, you look like a beggar! Why, in my old days, everybody wore sensible clothes, not the horrible trash you wear now! Don't slouch, Miranda!" commanded Jodi, twaddling over to the little kids section. She picked out a pink, frilly dress with puffy sleeves that only a two-year-old could fit in. "There you go, dear! Try it on. Oh, dearie me. You HAVE grown, haven't you?" said Jodi, peering up at Miranda through her sunglasses.
"Jodi, you talk so much like my gran that it's already starting to give me a headache," said James, already growing tired. Jodi punched him on the arm. "Stop spoiling our fun, party pooper," she said, disappointed. She then went back to the dressing room to change back into her clothes.
A few hours (and many ice-cream cones) later, Miranda trudged back home. Her house was on the other side of town, away from James' and Jodi's houses. James had offered to walk her back but Miranda didn't think it was necessary.
The moment she walked into the house, she was bombarded with questions.
"Where were you?"
"We've been waiting for ages!"
"Do you have any idea what time it is now?"
Her furious parents stood over her. "Why do you always have to scream at me? I'm here, aren't I?" said Miranda, scowling. Mrs. Sanchez frowned. "Miranda Ann Sanchez, it's already time for dinner! Why are you always coming home late? Were you with that Josie girl again?" she asked, almost tempted to shake her finger at her daughter.
"It's Jodi. JO. DI. Not 'that Josie girl'. Why are you getting all rifled up? I was just at the mall! Geez, you never let me have any privacy nowadays!" countered Miranda, running up the stairs. Mr. Sanchez started after her. "Listen here, young lady. Don't you d—"
Miranda didn't hear the rest of it. She slammed her room door shut.
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A/N – Whew. -dances around the room- I'm so glad I've typed this all out. Typing is such a bore... Heh, that's why I take long to update. Please review! I'll update faster if you do. =)
Kawaii Kinomoto
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Title – Breaking Out
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst
Rating – PG-13
Main Pairings – Gordo/Lizzie, Miranda/? (lol, Larry's scary! Have some pity for Miranda! Still haven't found anybody for her yet, so give me ideas.)
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of Lizzie McGuire. I'm only borrowing them for my (and your) entertainment. I hope you enjoy. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the series are entirely mine.
Summery – Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are now in high school, but everything's changed. The three of them have grown apart, leaving only memories of the past. In high school, where social status means LIFE, the trio have been 'categorized' into different groups. Can they break the bounds of stereotype and rekindle their own friendship? Can love become of this?
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Breaking Out
Complicated
Matt burst into the room. "Hey, Mieko!" he said cheerfully. Too cheerful. Lizzie could only gape at the audacity of her dorky brother. "Matt! What are you doing here? Last time I checked," she flew towards her door and flashed the sign on it, "it was 'Lizzie's Room'. Not Matt the Monster's," she finished, hands on her hips.
Mieko twirled her pen absently as she greeted Matt, careful not to make any eye contact whatsoever. Eye contact with Matt... was dangerous. Brianna had once made the ultimate mistake of flashing Matt her mega-watt smile the last time she came over. Matt stalked the poor girl for weeks before Melina found out and had to resort to whapping him upside the head.
Matt smiled goofily before Lizzie pushed him out of the room. "Oww!" he yelped, as the door slammed directly in his face. "My brother. Is out. To. Ruin. MY. LIFE!" she growled, planting herself next to her friend. "It can't be that bad. I'm sure, that deep down, under those layers of makeup, you actually like him annoying the heck out of you," teased Mieko. Lizzie scoffed, before the meaning of her friend's words came through.
"Hey!" she cried, laughing inspite of herself. "I've always wanted a brother. But older, definitely. Somebody like... Johnny Depp. Cute... and sexy too. That way, I could analyze every girl that likes him. Wouldn't that be cool?" asked Mieko, deep in thought. "As if he would let you," replied Lizzie, shaking her head. Her best friend did not know what she was wishing for. All brothers, old or young, were bound to make your life a misery. There were no exceptions. But Mieko was an only child, and her house got pretty lonely at times. Personally, Lizzie had no problems with going home to an empty house after school everyday, with no parents in the vicinity, but after all, the grass was always greener on the other side.
"Mi? Do you think Ken likes me?" asked Lizzie, randomly. "Well... I dunno. I don't think he shows as much interest to anybody else than he does to you. He smiled at you after school today, right?" inquired Mieko. "It was faint, but I definitely saw it. It was a classic moment," said Lizzie, dreamily. There was a pause before both girls squealed in unison.
"Girls? You alright in there?" came a voice from outside the door. "Yes, mom!" huffed Lizzie. The door opened and Jo McGuire poked her head inside. "Now, Lizzie, I'm just wondering. You can't blame an old mom wanting to take care of her little girl. Oh, Mieko! I love your nail polish!" exclaimed Jo. Lizzie could have pulled her hair out. Her mom always tried to be 'with it' ever since Lizzie made the cheerleading squad.
"Thanks, Mrs. McGuire. I don't like it much, though. I found it a little dark, don't you think?" replied Mieko, while once again, Lizzie was trying to urge her mother out of the room again. Mieko always thought it was hilarious to see Lizzie shooing people out of her room and this time was no different. She was doubled over in laughter as Lizzie closed the door.
An hour later, when their homework was done and all they wanted was a snack, they went downstairs. While rummaging in the refrigerator, the phone jangled loudly. Lizzie ran into the living room and picked it up. "Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello? Who is this?" she asked. The dial tone sounded.
Confused, Lizzie went back to the kitchen. Mieko, having found some Oreos in a jar that was not booby-trapped by Matt, was sitting on one of the stools. "Who was that?" she asked, "it seemed really short. Aww. Couldn't have been a chat with Ken, then."
"Very funny. Nobody replied. I asked who the person was but they hung up on me," said Lizzie, flipping her gorgeous hair to one side.
"Whoa, freaky. Stalker,"
"Not helping, Mieko..."
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Gordo could have just banged his head on the wall. What was he thinking? Calling Lizzie? Lizzie, whom he hadn't shared a word with for the past two months? One of the most popular girls in school? His ex-best friend?
It did sound like a good idea before but now, it just seemed pretty stupid.
He sat down on the couch and ran his hand over his brown, curly hair. He had piles of dreaded homework waiting for him in his room, but he didn't feel like doing them now. He hated anything to do with school. Thank God it was a Friday. Two days of relaxation would do him good. He didn't think that he could take another day of school. His mind drifted off to a conversation that had taken place in junior high.
"I can't STAND Kate! Look at her flirting with Ethan. Everybody knows that Ethan's mine!" cried Lizzie, glaring at the other girl. "Uh, how can that be when even Ethan doesn't know you have a crush on him?" Gordo dared to ask. Miranda and Lizzie gave each other a 'guys, they don't understand' look while Gordo lifted his hands in surrender. Miranda stuffed her books inside her already packed locker. The lunch bell had already rung, but none of them felt hungry.
"Kate Sanders was BORN a witch, that's what I think," said Miranda, laughing. Lizzie looked thoughtful at that. Gordo made a face. "Hello? Lizzie? Found something interesting at the wall you're staring at?" he joked. "Oh! I was just thinking about the time Kate and I were best friends..." said Lizzie. "You-you and Kate Sanders were best friends!?" gawked Miranda, "Why is it that I didn't know about this earlier?" She turned to Gordo, wanting to know if he had heard this before but Gordo only shrugged.
"Yeah, we were. She was actually quite cool back then. But then, one summer, when she came back from camp, she changed," said Lizzie, twiddling with her folder.
"Waitwaitwait. So you're telling me, that you and Kate used to best of friends, but after summer camp, you guys just split?" asked Gordo, disbelievingly. "Girls, Gordo. You 'girls'," cut in Miranda. "Ah, whatever," he shot back. Lizzie could only nod.
He never asked Lizzie about that ever again. Gordo thought it was a bit fishy how such friendship could be broken up over Kate and Lizzie. But he now knew.
Maybe Kate did change. But you did too...
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They were at the mall. Again. It was probably the third time this week, but Miranda didn't care. As long as she had Jodi and James together with her, nothing could seem boring. Miranda choked in her laughter as she saw Jodi dressed up as something only her grandmother would probably wear. Jodi, seeing as she had already attracted attention, flipped her feathered hat and shuffled over to James.
"Eh, dearie? Have you seen, eh, my glasses? You look pretty cute, lad. Almost like old Bob the horse was like when he was younger," croaked Jodi. James grinned, grabbed a pair of rainbow-colored, spiked sunglasses and plopped it on her nose. Miranda almost howled. The saleswoman shot them a dirty look but looked confused when she saw Jodi. Miranda couldn't blame her. Jodi looked like a cross between an old woman and a badly dressed rocker.
"Why, thank you, dearie. Now, come on, Miranda. Your dear old granny needs to get you some new things to wear. Tsk, kids these days, they don't know how to dress! Look at you, you look like a beggar! Why, in my old days, everybody wore sensible clothes, not the horrible trash you wear now! Don't slouch, Miranda!" commanded Jodi, twaddling over to the little kids section. She picked out a pink, frilly dress with puffy sleeves that only a two-year-old could fit in. "There you go, dear! Try it on. Oh, dearie me. You HAVE grown, haven't you?" said Jodi, peering up at Miranda through her sunglasses.
"Jodi, you talk so much like my gran that it's already starting to give me a headache," said James, already growing tired. Jodi punched him on the arm. "Stop spoiling our fun, party pooper," she said, disappointed. She then went back to the dressing room to change back into her clothes.
A few hours (and many ice-cream cones) later, Miranda trudged back home. Her house was on the other side of town, away from James' and Jodi's houses. James had offered to walk her back but Miranda didn't think it was necessary.
The moment she walked into the house, she was bombarded with questions.
"Where were you?"
"We've been waiting for ages!"
"Do you have any idea what time it is now?"
Her furious parents stood over her. "Why do you always have to scream at me? I'm here, aren't I?" said Miranda, scowling. Mrs. Sanchez frowned. "Miranda Ann Sanchez, it's already time for dinner! Why are you always coming home late? Were you with that Josie girl again?" she asked, almost tempted to shake her finger at her daughter.
"It's Jodi. JO. DI. Not 'that Josie girl'. Why are you getting all rifled up? I was just at the mall! Geez, you never let me have any privacy nowadays!" countered Miranda, running up the stairs. Mr. Sanchez started after her. "Listen here, young lady. Don't you d—"
Miranda didn't hear the rest of it. She slammed her room door shut.
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A/N – Whew. -dances around the room- I'm so glad I've typed this all out. Typing is such a bore... Heh, that's why I take long to update. Please review! I'll update faster if you do. =)
Kawaii Kinomoto