Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
A/N: This Lizzie fanfic is a sequel to my story "Everything at Once." Hope y'all enjoy it!
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Chapter 2 LIZZIE'S POV:
I woke up to the annoying beeping sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and reached over to turn it off. I yawned and then saw someone walking in my room. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm sharing my room. Isabella was up already?
"Good morning, Lizzie! I was just arranging some of my things," she said.
Arranging some things? What was she doing? She was totally moving my stuff out of the way. "Isabella! Where are my things?" I asked.
She pointed over to a little corner on my dresser. I gasped. Wait. Calm down, Lizzie. Be nice and calm. I put on a fake smile and jumped out of bed. "Wow, this is nicely arranged and all, and I see it probably took a while to get it all perfect, but...can I make a suggestion?" I asked.
"Si. Although, I'm happy with how it looks," she said, and shrugged her shoulders.
"I suggest that you move my stuff back to where it was and then move your stuff somewhere else," I said.
"Oh, I see. You're trying to move me out of the way. I thought we were supposed to SHARE this room," she said, emphasizing the word "share."
"You must be forgetting that this is MY room!" I yelled getting a little upset that she was starting to take over. It's my room! I have a right to throw her out if she doesn't behave.
"Let's see what mama thinks about that," she said and walked downstairs. I rolled my eyes. SO like Matt!
"Lizzie! Share your room with your sister! You know what we had to do when you and Matt didn't get along when you were sharing..." said my mom.
"Mom! This is MY room, and I should have some say-so in what happens," I said.
"Well, this is my house, and if you want to stay under my roof, you're going have to learn to share," said my mom.
I hated getting lectures. I glared at Isabella. My sister. What was my sister doing to me? My mom left and then I thought it was time to give a lecture of my own.
"Isabella. If this is going to work, then you have to do your part too, cuz I'm not giving up all of my space for you. You have to make sacrifices too. We have to make being sisters easier than this if we can. I'm not doing it on my own! If you go acting like Matt and tattling on me, then I'm gonna be really angry," I said.
"Oh, a threat?" she asked.
I just flopped onto my bed and covered my eyes. Why was she so uncooperative? It got me ticked off. It was useless fighting. After several minutes of lying there, I decided to get up.
I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a blue peasant shirt from my closet. I dressed myself, applied my make up, and brushed my hair. Then I added a necklace or two and put on earrings.
"Is something wrong, Lizzie?" asked Isabella in a concerned voice. But did she really care though?
"Listen. You're taking over MY room!" I yelled, "And then you ask me if something is wrong?" I moved the hair from my face and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. If she wanted it, she could have it...for now.
"Lizzie! Let's work this out. I'll give you some of your space back," said Isabella.
Well, I didn't want to fight forever. Besides, this could be a fun day. I walked back into my room. Isabella cleared away some of her stuff and put my stuff back. "Thanks," I mumbled.
"I want to go shopping! I want to see what is here," said Isabella, "Will you take me there?"
"Sure, why not?" I said and then smiled. "My mom-our mom can drop us off at the mall."
She smiled and got one of her purses. "I'm ready!" she exclaimed and ran downstairs.
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"I'll be back to get you girls around 5," said my mom, "Have fun!" Then she drove away.
"Our mom is nice," she said.
Well. Sometimes. Most times. I was happy to have her as a mom. "Yeah," I said, "she is." I should be very thankful to have a mom after all. Isabella lived most of her life so far without one. Moms did mean something special...especially my mom.
"The mall is waiting!" she exclaimed and dragged me with her inside. She went in the first store she saw.
We shopped and shopped, until I felt that I had enough shopping for my whole life! (Did I really just think that?) Then, all of a sudden, the commotion stopped. We stopped in the front of a pet store.
"He's so cute!" said Isabella, pointing to the smallest puppy in the window.
"Aw, he's so small, and so fluffy!" I said. The puppy was so cute. We watched several minutes as the puppy ran around playfully. Some larger puppies jumped on him and tugged on his tail. Another one was chewing at his ear. The puppy yapped and ran around some more. He was white with some black and brown patches on him.
"I'm taking him home," said Isabella.
I was freaked out! "Taking him home!" I yelled, "I-I don't think that my parents would like that. They would totally freak out!" I totally panicked, but Isabella didn't look like she was listening.
"That's fine. It will be my puppy. I have the money to buy him," she said. Then the puppy came up to the window closest to Isabella and started licking at the glass. Then it found a place where the windows met, and there was some space. It licked inside the crack and its pink tongue was sticking out of the other side. Isabella stuck her finger right up to its tongue and there was enough room for the tongue to get through to Isabella's fingers. "It's final. I'm getting him," she said. She waved at the puppy then stepped inside the shop.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. She would never listen to me. The puppy was really cute and all, and I had wanted a puppy for the longest time. Mom and dad never let me. I kept staring at the window. In a couple minutes, the lady handling the pets, picked the puppy out of the window. The lady was holding his squirming body, and told Isabella to pet his fur.
"Here's the money. I'll be back in a couple of hours with my mom to pick him up," said Isabella.
Isabella walked away looking really happy and proud of herself. She walked right past me and outside the store.
"Isabella!" I yelled. "I'm not so sure about this."
"Lizzie," she said waving her hand, "Don't you ever do things on your own? It feels good not to have someone tell you how to dress and how to act...how to be. Beside, the puppy is cute! What more can I say?"
"He is adorable, and I've always wanted a puppy or something fuzzy around. I think we should've..." but then I stopped. I didn't want to say, "we should've asked mom and dad," again. I would sound like a winy baby just always wanting to ask mommy and daddy for permission. I smiled as I remembered the time I decided to be bad. When I hang out with Angel Lieberman. I was a total jerk, but it was kind of cool. Not the whole detention thing, but the whole...I dunno. We passed by several piercing places and I thought about getting my nose pierced...but that, would totally freak my parents out. I only had a fake nose ring before. I didn't want my nose pierced anyway.
"Let's go in here," said Isabella. She pulled my hand and dragged me into another store. A store that had pretty cool stuff, but stuff way too expensive for my budget. "I have to get something new for when school comes around."
When we were seaching a rack, this small boy with blond hair walked up to us. He kept staring at us for a while, and then ran back to his mom. "Mommy! Those two girls look like twins!" he yelled, tugging at his mom's shirt. Then he pointed at us. I laughed a little. It was hard realizing that you had a twin.
"Let's go to the café," I said, "I'm getting a little hungry. How 'bout you?"
"Sure," she said, "Then I guess we should call your mom and let her know we're ready to go?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Then we can pick up my puppy from the pet store," she said.
I smiled a fake smile. The puppy...I didn't want to know what my parents would say.
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A/N: Yay! I long chapter! :-) I hope y'all like it. Please review and let me know! Have a great day. :-) Thanx to my reviewers! I'm glad ya like it so far. Thanx for the reviews! :-)
Ambiecat88: Yep, Miranda's gonna be back in this fic! Yay! I love your fic "Paolo's Revenge." It's soooo awesome! Update soon! Thanx for reviewing my fic and have a great day! :-)
A/N: This Lizzie fanfic is a sequel to my story "Everything at Once." Hope y'all enjoy it!
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Chapter 2 LIZZIE'S POV:
I woke up to the annoying beeping sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and reached over to turn it off. I yawned and then saw someone walking in my room. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm sharing my room. Isabella was up already?
"Good morning, Lizzie! I was just arranging some of my things," she said.
Arranging some things? What was she doing? She was totally moving my stuff out of the way. "Isabella! Where are my things?" I asked.
She pointed over to a little corner on my dresser. I gasped. Wait. Calm down, Lizzie. Be nice and calm. I put on a fake smile and jumped out of bed. "Wow, this is nicely arranged and all, and I see it probably took a while to get it all perfect, but...can I make a suggestion?" I asked.
"Si. Although, I'm happy with how it looks," she said, and shrugged her shoulders.
"I suggest that you move my stuff back to where it was and then move your stuff somewhere else," I said.
"Oh, I see. You're trying to move me out of the way. I thought we were supposed to SHARE this room," she said, emphasizing the word "share."
"You must be forgetting that this is MY room!" I yelled getting a little upset that she was starting to take over. It's my room! I have a right to throw her out if she doesn't behave.
"Let's see what mama thinks about that," she said and walked downstairs. I rolled my eyes. SO like Matt!
"Lizzie! Share your room with your sister! You know what we had to do when you and Matt didn't get along when you were sharing..." said my mom.
"Mom! This is MY room, and I should have some say-so in what happens," I said.
"Well, this is my house, and if you want to stay under my roof, you're going have to learn to share," said my mom.
I hated getting lectures. I glared at Isabella. My sister. What was my sister doing to me? My mom left and then I thought it was time to give a lecture of my own.
"Isabella. If this is going to work, then you have to do your part too, cuz I'm not giving up all of my space for you. You have to make sacrifices too. We have to make being sisters easier than this if we can. I'm not doing it on my own! If you go acting like Matt and tattling on me, then I'm gonna be really angry," I said.
"Oh, a threat?" she asked.
I just flopped onto my bed and covered my eyes. Why was she so uncooperative? It got me ticked off. It was useless fighting. After several minutes of lying there, I decided to get up.
I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a blue peasant shirt from my closet. I dressed myself, applied my make up, and brushed my hair. Then I added a necklace or two and put on earrings.
"Is something wrong, Lizzie?" asked Isabella in a concerned voice. But did she really care though?
"Listen. You're taking over MY room!" I yelled, "And then you ask me if something is wrong?" I moved the hair from my face and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. If she wanted it, she could have it...for now.
"Lizzie! Let's work this out. I'll give you some of your space back," said Isabella.
Well, I didn't want to fight forever. Besides, this could be a fun day. I walked back into my room. Isabella cleared away some of her stuff and put my stuff back. "Thanks," I mumbled.
"I want to go shopping! I want to see what is here," said Isabella, "Will you take me there?"
"Sure, why not?" I said and then smiled. "My mom-our mom can drop us off at the mall."
She smiled and got one of her purses. "I'm ready!" she exclaimed and ran downstairs.
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"I'll be back to get you girls around 5," said my mom, "Have fun!" Then she drove away.
"Our mom is nice," she said.
Well. Sometimes. Most times. I was happy to have her as a mom. "Yeah," I said, "she is." I should be very thankful to have a mom after all. Isabella lived most of her life so far without one. Moms did mean something special...especially my mom.
"The mall is waiting!" she exclaimed and dragged me with her inside. She went in the first store she saw.
We shopped and shopped, until I felt that I had enough shopping for my whole life! (Did I really just think that?) Then, all of a sudden, the commotion stopped. We stopped in the front of a pet store.
"He's so cute!" said Isabella, pointing to the smallest puppy in the window.
"Aw, he's so small, and so fluffy!" I said. The puppy was so cute. We watched several minutes as the puppy ran around playfully. Some larger puppies jumped on him and tugged on his tail. Another one was chewing at his ear. The puppy yapped and ran around some more. He was white with some black and brown patches on him.
"I'm taking him home," said Isabella.
I was freaked out! "Taking him home!" I yelled, "I-I don't think that my parents would like that. They would totally freak out!" I totally panicked, but Isabella didn't look like she was listening.
"That's fine. It will be my puppy. I have the money to buy him," she said. Then the puppy came up to the window closest to Isabella and started licking at the glass. Then it found a place where the windows met, and there was some space. It licked inside the crack and its pink tongue was sticking out of the other side. Isabella stuck her finger right up to its tongue and there was enough room for the tongue to get through to Isabella's fingers. "It's final. I'm getting him," she said. She waved at the puppy then stepped inside the shop.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. She would never listen to me. The puppy was really cute and all, and I had wanted a puppy for the longest time. Mom and dad never let me. I kept staring at the window. In a couple minutes, the lady handling the pets, picked the puppy out of the window. The lady was holding his squirming body, and told Isabella to pet his fur.
"Here's the money. I'll be back in a couple of hours with my mom to pick him up," said Isabella.
Isabella walked away looking really happy and proud of herself. She walked right past me and outside the store.
"Isabella!" I yelled. "I'm not so sure about this."
"Lizzie," she said waving her hand, "Don't you ever do things on your own? It feels good not to have someone tell you how to dress and how to act...how to be. Beside, the puppy is cute! What more can I say?"
"He is adorable, and I've always wanted a puppy or something fuzzy around. I think we should've..." but then I stopped. I didn't want to say, "we should've asked mom and dad," again. I would sound like a winy baby just always wanting to ask mommy and daddy for permission. I smiled as I remembered the time I decided to be bad. When I hang out with Angel Lieberman. I was a total jerk, but it was kind of cool. Not the whole detention thing, but the whole...I dunno. We passed by several piercing places and I thought about getting my nose pierced...but that, would totally freak my parents out. I only had a fake nose ring before. I didn't want my nose pierced anyway.
"Let's go in here," said Isabella. She pulled my hand and dragged me into another store. A store that had pretty cool stuff, but stuff way too expensive for my budget. "I have to get something new for when school comes around."
When we were seaching a rack, this small boy with blond hair walked up to us. He kept staring at us for a while, and then ran back to his mom. "Mommy! Those two girls look like twins!" he yelled, tugging at his mom's shirt. Then he pointed at us. I laughed a little. It was hard realizing that you had a twin.
"Let's go to the café," I said, "I'm getting a little hungry. How 'bout you?"
"Sure," she said, "Then I guess we should call your mom and let her know we're ready to go?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Then we can pick up my puppy from the pet store," she said.
I smiled a fake smile. The puppy...I didn't want to know what my parents would say.
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A/N: Yay! I long chapter! :-) I hope y'all like it. Please review and let me know! Have a great day. :-) Thanx to my reviewers! I'm glad ya like it so far. Thanx for the reviews! :-)
Ambiecat88: Yep, Miranda's gonna be back in this fic! Yay! I love your fic "Paolo's Revenge." It's soooo awesome! Update soon! Thanx for reviewing my fic and have a great day! :-)