Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Lizzie McGuire characters in
this story.
A/N: This Lizzie fanfic is a sequel to my story "Everything at Once."
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Chapter 11 LIZZIE'S POV:
Kate grasped at her cut-short hair, and screamed. She turned her head and saw the rip in her skirt. Then she wiped some of the chocolate cake from her face. She screamed some more and ran towards the bathroom. When Kate was gone, everyone started talking. The room was filled with the buzz of many voices talking at the same time. Everybody looked confused as to what exactly happened. Some people were still laughing. Most people though, looked sorry for Kate. But no one was checking up on her or following her. I looked around. Claire and her posse were nowhere to be seen. I ran towards the bathroom where Kate was and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" yelled Kate.
"It's me...Lizzie. I want to talk to you," I said.
"What would you care about me?" asked Kate.
"I do, Kate. I do," I insisted. I sighed and went to leave, but the door slowly opened.
"Come in then," she said.
I stepped inside the bathroom and she told me to close the door. I looked at her appearance. She looked dreadful. On top of her ripped skirt, cut hair, and chocolate covered face, her eyes were red with tears. "Everything's ruined, Lizzie. My party and everything. I know it's Claire. It has to be," sobbed Kate. I truly felt sorry for her. For the second time in my life, I had truly felt sorry for Kate.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry for what happened."
"How can you be sorry?" she asked.
"I didn't want to see you like this," I said.
"People were laughing," said Kate. "They were laughing at me."
"Most people weren't. The people who were, really aren't friends," I said. Then I looked down at my hands. I played with them for a minute. I wasn't so sure how to say what I wanted to say. "Kate?" I asked.
"Yeah," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," I apologized.
"For what?" she asked. She looked confused.
"For being a bit of a jerk. I know that I haven't been really nice to you since you and Isabella became friends. To tell you the truth, I didn't trust you," I said still looking downwards.
"Didn't trust me about what?" asked Kate.
"I didn't trust you. I thought that you were going to embarrass me at your party. I thought that while I was singing, you were going to do something to me. I didn't trust that you could change. I'm very sorry for that. Seeing how you are now, I feel like I'm partially responsible for what happened," I said. I felt very guilty and selfish. I only had worried about myself, and didn't even think about what might happen to Kate.
"That's ok," said Kate, "I know that I wasn't the best of people. We've had our differences, Lizzie McGuire. We used to be best friends, and then something happened. And that something was my fault. I came back from camp a different person than I had been. I wanted to be popular. Being popular is cool, but then it becomes annoying. I have people all over who hate me because I'm popular and a snob."
"You don't have to be popular and be a snob at the same time," I said. "Try being just popular...like you have been doing."
"Claire got really upset that I wanted to become a nicer person. She and the other girls kicked me off from my ringleader position. So, I guess she was trying to get even by embarrassing me at my own party," said Kate. She stood up and looked in the mirror. "I look awful," she said, "Ethan will never look at me again. At least, the cake was chocolate." She stifled out a little laugh and licked some from her face. I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and handed it to her. She wiped her face clean of chocolate.
"Much better," I said.
"Thanks, Lizzie," said Kate smiling. "Could you do me one more favor?"
"Sure," I said.
"Could you go up to my room and pull a different skirt out of the closet?" she asked.
I nodded and then opened the door. I squeezed out and tried to work through the maze of people to get to Kate's bedroom. Isabella tapped me on the arm. "Where is she?" Isabella asked.
"In the bathroom," I whispered. I went to Kate's closet and picked out a short, frilly pink skirt. I went to go out of the room, but stopped when I saw I picture on Kate's dresser right behind another picture. It was a photo of Kate and me at my house. It must've been at least two years old. My eyes became a bit watery. She never did forget our friendship, did she? She even kept that picture. I ran off to the bathroom and once again knocked on the door. I was let in. This time Kate and I weren't the only ones in the room...Isabella was joining us.
"Thanks, Lizzie," said Kate taking the skirt from me.
"You're welcome," I said.
"My hair," she sighed, "It's all gone."
"The good thing about hair is that it always grows back," said Isabella.
"Until then, why don't you be creative with your new hair cut?" I asked.
Kate combed her hair, threw on her skirt, and smoothed out the wrinkles. "I'm ready," she said, "to face the party."
Kate walked up onto the stage and took the microphone, "Thank you everyone for coming to my party. Unfortunately, I think it's time for everyone to start heading out. Special thanks goes to Lizzie and Isabella McGuire for their amazing vocal performance. Let's give them a big hand!" Everyone clapped, and then Kate continued, "Thanks everybody. Have a great night!"
"Need any help cleaning up?" I asked.
"No. I'll be fine. I have my cousins. Thanks a lot," she said.
"No problem," I said.
"Friends again?" she asked. She held out her hand as a peace offering.
I shook her hand. "Friends," I said.
As Isabella and I prepared to leave, we saw Gordo and Miranda step through the door. "Where you two?" I asked.
"Well, we kinda forgot about it, and Gordo and I were hanging out. Then we remembered, and our parents got stuck in traffic," said Miranda.
"So how was the party?" asked Gordo.
"Long story," I said. "I'll tell you on the way home."
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A/N: Hey everybody. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while. One word: school. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll try to update ASAP. Oh, and GO AVS! I hope they win next game and get back into the series. Or otherwise, you will have a very depressed writer on your hands.
Hey, everybody! A must do from yours truly! Check out "Paolo's Revenge" by Ambiecat88. And check out "Maybe More" by MissIndependentEowynTahiriSiri. Thanx much!
To OsuwariTetsusaiga, DragonTidalWaves, and artsigirl16: Thanx for reviewing my story! I updated just for you artsigirl16! Hope you like it.
Ambiecat88: I used your "stuck in traffic" idea. Thank you! Hmm...I never made the connections to that one party. Cool! Thanx for your review.
A/N: This Lizzie fanfic is a sequel to my story "Everything at Once."
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Chapter 11 LIZZIE'S POV:
Kate grasped at her cut-short hair, and screamed. She turned her head and saw the rip in her skirt. Then she wiped some of the chocolate cake from her face. She screamed some more and ran towards the bathroom. When Kate was gone, everyone started talking. The room was filled with the buzz of many voices talking at the same time. Everybody looked confused as to what exactly happened. Some people were still laughing. Most people though, looked sorry for Kate. But no one was checking up on her or following her. I looked around. Claire and her posse were nowhere to be seen. I ran towards the bathroom where Kate was and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" yelled Kate.
"It's me...Lizzie. I want to talk to you," I said.
"What would you care about me?" asked Kate.
"I do, Kate. I do," I insisted. I sighed and went to leave, but the door slowly opened.
"Come in then," she said.
I stepped inside the bathroom and she told me to close the door. I looked at her appearance. She looked dreadful. On top of her ripped skirt, cut hair, and chocolate covered face, her eyes were red with tears. "Everything's ruined, Lizzie. My party and everything. I know it's Claire. It has to be," sobbed Kate. I truly felt sorry for her. For the second time in my life, I had truly felt sorry for Kate.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry for what happened."
"How can you be sorry?" she asked.
"I didn't want to see you like this," I said.
"People were laughing," said Kate. "They were laughing at me."
"Most people weren't. The people who were, really aren't friends," I said. Then I looked down at my hands. I played with them for a minute. I wasn't so sure how to say what I wanted to say. "Kate?" I asked.
"Yeah," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," I apologized.
"For what?" she asked. She looked confused.
"For being a bit of a jerk. I know that I haven't been really nice to you since you and Isabella became friends. To tell you the truth, I didn't trust you," I said still looking downwards.
"Didn't trust me about what?" asked Kate.
"I didn't trust you. I thought that you were going to embarrass me at your party. I thought that while I was singing, you were going to do something to me. I didn't trust that you could change. I'm very sorry for that. Seeing how you are now, I feel like I'm partially responsible for what happened," I said. I felt very guilty and selfish. I only had worried about myself, and didn't even think about what might happen to Kate.
"That's ok," said Kate, "I know that I wasn't the best of people. We've had our differences, Lizzie McGuire. We used to be best friends, and then something happened. And that something was my fault. I came back from camp a different person than I had been. I wanted to be popular. Being popular is cool, but then it becomes annoying. I have people all over who hate me because I'm popular and a snob."
"You don't have to be popular and be a snob at the same time," I said. "Try being just popular...like you have been doing."
"Claire got really upset that I wanted to become a nicer person. She and the other girls kicked me off from my ringleader position. So, I guess she was trying to get even by embarrassing me at my own party," said Kate. She stood up and looked in the mirror. "I look awful," she said, "Ethan will never look at me again. At least, the cake was chocolate." She stifled out a little laugh and licked some from her face. I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and handed it to her. She wiped her face clean of chocolate.
"Much better," I said.
"Thanks, Lizzie," said Kate smiling. "Could you do me one more favor?"
"Sure," I said.
"Could you go up to my room and pull a different skirt out of the closet?" she asked.
I nodded and then opened the door. I squeezed out and tried to work through the maze of people to get to Kate's bedroom. Isabella tapped me on the arm. "Where is she?" Isabella asked.
"In the bathroom," I whispered. I went to Kate's closet and picked out a short, frilly pink skirt. I went to go out of the room, but stopped when I saw I picture on Kate's dresser right behind another picture. It was a photo of Kate and me at my house. It must've been at least two years old. My eyes became a bit watery. She never did forget our friendship, did she? She even kept that picture. I ran off to the bathroom and once again knocked on the door. I was let in. This time Kate and I weren't the only ones in the room...Isabella was joining us.
"Thanks, Lizzie," said Kate taking the skirt from me.
"You're welcome," I said.
"My hair," she sighed, "It's all gone."
"The good thing about hair is that it always grows back," said Isabella.
"Until then, why don't you be creative with your new hair cut?" I asked.
Kate combed her hair, threw on her skirt, and smoothed out the wrinkles. "I'm ready," she said, "to face the party."
Kate walked up onto the stage and took the microphone, "Thank you everyone for coming to my party. Unfortunately, I think it's time for everyone to start heading out. Special thanks goes to Lizzie and Isabella McGuire for their amazing vocal performance. Let's give them a big hand!" Everyone clapped, and then Kate continued, "Thanks everybody. Have a great night!"
"Need any help cleaning up?" I asked.
"No. I'll be fine. I have my cousins. Thanks a lot," she said.
"No problem," I said.
"Friends again?" she asked. She held out her hand as a peace offering.
I shook her hand. "Friends," I said.
As Isabella and I prepared to leave, we saw Gordo and Miranda step through the door. "Where you two?" I asked.
"Well, we kinda forgot about it, and Gordo and I were hanging out. Then we remembered, and our parents got stuck in traffic," said Miranda.
"So how was the party?" asked Gordo.
"Long story," I said. "I'll tell you on the way home."
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A/N: Hey everybody. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while. One word: school. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll try to update ASAP. Oh, and GO AVS! I hope they win next game and get back into the series. Or otherwise, you will have a very depressed writer on your hands.
Hey, everybody! A must do from yours truly! Check out "Paolo's Revenge" by Ambiecat88. And check out "Maybe More" by MissIndependentEowynTahiriSiri. Thanx much!
To OsuwariTetsusaiga, DragonTidalWaves, and artsigirl16: Thanx for reviewing my story! I updated just for you artsigirl16! Hope you like it.
Ambiecat88: I used your "stuck in traffic" idea. Thank you! Hmm...I never made the connections to that one party. Cool! Thanx for your review.