A/N: Hi, I hope you enjoy my new (and first) story. I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
Summary: After all Lizzie has been through, Lizzie decides she doesn't believe in love. That is, until a certain someone comes back and proves her otherwise.
This might seem a little similar to The Wedding Planner, and it is loosely based on that plot, but there will be major differences.
Too Marvelous For Words
Prologue
Senior Year, College
"Lizzie, you know he's going to do it tonight," Miranda told her twenty-two year old best friend, Lizzie McGuire, "I mean, come on! It's perfect. You and Mark have been together for four years, lived together for two, and have you noticed how nervous he has been acting around you lately?"
"Miranda," Lizzie said, inwardly smiling in her room as she was trying to pick out a dress, "We aren't even out of college."
"So? You'll get married young and have your whole life to live together happily ever after."
Lizzie laughed as she looked at her two dresses that she narrowed down, a black one and a red one, "You don't know that for sure."
"Well, why else would he ask you to go to dinner tonight? Think about it: You are about to graduate and take that job to become a wedding coordinator. It's perfect! You will get married and have your perfect wedding and have your perfect kids and life your dream fantasy."
This amused Lizzie. Of course the thought that a proposal would occur tonight crossed her mind, and of course she knew she was going to say yes, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Although, admittedly, it was hard not to.
After finally settling on the red dress and finishing with her make-up, Miranda saw her out the door, as she was off to meet Mark at the restaurant.
When she got there, she saw Mark, and smiled and waved at him as she walked to meet him. She gave him a hug and she smiled. She could tell he was nervous, and she took that as a good sign. She let go and they sat down.
Not many words were exchanged during the first part of the meal, but Lizzie thought he had something big planned.
After dinner and while they were eating their dessert, Mark finally spoke up, "Liz," he said, and he cleared his throat.
"Hmm?" she said, and she straightened up, knowing that something big was about to come.
But then Mark's face fell, "Baby, we need to talk."
Maybe this wasn't what she thought it was, she thought, realizing that he didn't look like he was about to propose. He actually looked like—no this couldn't be—he looked like he was about to break up with her.
"What is it?" Lizzie asked, convincing herself that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. She put her hand on top of his and waited for him to continue.
Mark, however, took his hand away and looked down at it, "For the past several months, I haven't been very faithful."
Lizzie's face fell, "What do you mean?" She was still trying to convince herself that this was some sort of joke.
"I mean," he said, and he looked up at her, but didn't look her in the eyes, "I've been seeing someone else for the past few months and I've decided that I think you and I should probably break up with each other."
Lizzie's mouth dropped. She couldn't believe this was happening and she didn't know what to say to him.
"Lizzie, please say something," he pleaded.
Lizzie got up from the table, saying nothing, as she walked away from the table.
That night, she called Miranda, sobbing, as she packed her things from Mark and her apartment and went to Miranda's house.
Just as she was about to leave the apartment for good, Mark showed up, and he wasn't alone, either. He had the nerve to bring his girlfriend home. Lizzie starred at him, but said nothing as she left the apartment.
"This will only be temporary, Miranda," she said when she came into Miranda's apartment with her stuff."
Miranda smiled at her friend sympathetically, "Lizzie, you know you can stay here as long as you want," and she gave Lizzie a hug and set up the guest room for her.
---
A Year and A Half Later
"I…can't…believe….Nathan…broke…up…with…me," Lizzie told her mother as she was chopping tomatoes for Thanksgiving dinner.
"Well, he didn't deserve you," Jo said, as she comforted her daughter.
"I know," she said, washing her hands, "I just never knew anyone could be so selfish. We were going out for a year and all the sudden he drops on me that he things his career is more important than his relationship with me."
Jo shook her head, "People like that should marry their jobs."
"Yeah, and you could plan their weddings," Matt said, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Matt!" Jo said.
"Sorry," Matt said, taking a bite of an appetizer on the table, "But she asked for it," he pointed at his older sister with his mouth full.
"Matt, go into the den. I'll call you if I need you!"
Matt sarcastically backed away and turned to go back into the den.
"Well, honey, I know you aren't looking at it like this now, but think of it this way: at least you didn't move in with him."
"True," Lizzie said, "But on the other hand, I feel sorry for Lizzie. When I came to her apartment, I was only expecting it to be temporary. I wasn't expecting to be there now."
"Sweetie, you know you always have a home here!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Thanks, but I don't think so."
"Well, it was just an offer."
"I appreciate it," Lizzie said, as she got back to preparing the meal.
"Oh! I almost forgot! I ran into Mrs. Gordon the other day. She asked about you and told me that Gordo is working on getting a doctorate in biochemistry."
"I know," Lizzie said, "I ran into him last summer. Who would have thought he would be a mad scientist? What did you tell her about me?"
"I told her you were a wedding coordinator and lived with Miranda," she said.
"What? You didn't tell her that I broke up with a boyfriend? I'm surprised!"
"Lizzie, that's none of her business. Besides, did you know that Gordo was single?"
"MOM!"
"What?" Jo asked, innocently, "You and Gordo dated in high school!"
"Yeah, but that was then and this is now."
"You both have changed."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I don't care. I'm taking a break from men, anyway."
"Oh, Lizzie!"
"What?" Lizzie asked, "Right now, I don't care if I ever see any men ever again."
"That's nonsense!" Jo remarked.
*
Two Years Later
"You didn't want to marry a dentist, anyway, did you?" Miranda asked, as Lizzie sat in the bridal room, sobbing on what was supposed to be the most magical day of her life.
"I really loved him, though," Lizzie said through her tears.
A soft knock on the door was heard and Miranda went to get it to see that it was Jo. She came in, looked at Lizzie, and then at Miranda, "How is she?"
"How do I look?" Lizzie blubbered, "I'm miserable."
"Is he still here?" Miranda whispered.
"No," she whispered back, "he just left."
"I can't believe he left her at the altar."
"I can hear you two!" Lizzie said, still crying.
Jo looked at her child sympathetically, "I know you can, baby, and I am so sorry that this didn't work out for you. No one should be allowed to treat you like that."
"Mom," she said, "that's not what I need to hear right now."
Jo sighed, "Well," she looked at Miranda, "I'm going to thank all the guests for coming. If you need me, I'll be out there."
Jo left the room, closing the door behind her.
"I hate men," Lizzie said, with utter disgust, "They have done nothing but disappoint me."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, sitting down next to her crying friend, "Not all men are like that."
"Oh yeah? Mark dumped me for another woman, Nathan for his job, and now there is Carl because of his commitment issues. I can't take it anymore. Maybe I wasn't meant to get married."
"Lizzie! Give it time! You are only twenty-five and you have plenty of time to settle down. Look at me! I'm not married!"
Lizzie sighed. She had stopped crying, "I know, but everything was so perfect between us."
"All right," Miranda said, sighing, "Maybe you just need a break from men."
"Ha! No way! I can't take this heartbreak anymore. I am just not going to get married or ever fall in love with anyone."
"Ever?"
Lizzie shook her head, "Nope. I guess I just wasn't meant for love."
*
Two Years After That
Since then, Lizzie lived with Miranda in her apartment. She worked harder than she ever had before at her job and was ranked in Bridal magazines as being one of the top wedding coordinators in the nation. No one could understand why this young, attractive woman wasn't married yet, and people certainly couldn't understand why she wasn't even seeing anyone, but she never gave any explanation.
In the meantime, Miranda had her own boyfriend. She began seeing him around four years ago, or "post Nathan" as it was referred to in the apartment. Lizzie admired them as she could tell they made each other genuinely happy and had the connection she never had with any of the guys she saw. Michael worked as a chef in a restaurant and Miranda was the manager of the restaurant. She had dark hair, and light brown eyes and every time Miranda would com home from a date, Lizzie would roll her eyes and say something like "When's the wedding?" or "Ready to hire me?"
Miranda would usually laugh it off and disappear into her room and Lizzie would get back to her TV movie.
One night in October, however, things changed. Miranda came home and Lizzie did her usual routine of getting up and greeting her, "How is the happy girl tonight?"
Miranda looked at Lizzie and beamed as she showed her the addition on her left hand on the finger next to the pinky.
Lizzie gasped, "Miranda!" she hugged her friend, "He proposed?"
Miranda nodded as she still beamed.
"Oh, Miranda! That's so sweet!"
Miranda smiled, "I know! Now, if only I could figure out a way to have you coordinate the wedding and be the maid of honor at the same time."
Lizzie gasped as she pulled her into another hug, "Oh, Miranda, I'd be honored!"
"So you think you can do it?" Miranda asked, hopeful.
"Of course! And the best part is, while some people pay me hundreds of thousands of dollars to work on their wedding, you don't have to pay me anything."
Miranda laughed, "You know, Michael has some very cute and not to mention available guys in his family. They will be at the wedding, you know."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Don't even think about it."
*
To Be Continued
Summary: After all Lizzie has been through, Lizzie decides she doesn't believe in love. That is, until a certain someone comes back and proves her otherwise.
This might seem a little similar to The Wedding Planner, and it is loosely based on that plot, but there will be major differences.
Too Marvelous For Words
Prologue
Senior Year, College
"Lizzie, you know he's going to do it tonight," Miranda told her twenty-two year old best friend, Lizzie McGuire, "I mean, come on! It's perfect. You and Mark have been together for four years, lived together for two, and have you noticed how nervous he has been acting around you lately?"
"Miranda," Lizzie said, inwardly smiling in her room as she was trying to pick out a dress, "We aren't even out of college."
"So? You'll get married young and have your whole life to live together happily ever after."
Lizzie laughed as she looked at her two dresses that she narrowed down, a black one and a red one, "You don't know that for sure."
"Well, why else would he ask you to go to dinner tonight? Think about it: You are about to graduate and take that job to become a wedding coordinator. It's perfect! You will get married and have your perfect wedding and have your perfect kids and life your dream fantasy."
This amused Lizzie. Of course the thought that a proposal would occur tonight crossed her mind, and of course she knew she was going to say yes, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Although, admittedly, it was hard not to.
After finally settling on the red dress and finishing with her make-up, Miranda saw her out the door, as she was off to meet Mark at the restaurant.
When she got there, she saw Mark, and smiled and waved at him as she walked to meet him. She gave him a hug and she smiled. She could tell he was nervous, and she took that as a good sign. She let go and they sat down.
Not many words were exchanged during the first part of the meal, but Lizzie thought he had something big planned.
After dinner and while they were eating their dessert, Mark finally spoke up, "Liz," he said, and he cleared his throat.
"Hmm?" she said, and she straightened up, knowing that something big was about to come.
But then Mark's face fell, "Baby, we need to talk."
Maybe this wasn't what she thought it was, she thought, realizing that he didn't look like he was about to propose. He actually looked like—no this couldn't be—he looked like he was about to break up with her.
"What is it?" Lizzie asked, convincing herself that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. She put her hand on top of his and waited for him to continue.
Mark, however, took his hand away and looked down at it, "For the past several months, I haven't been very faithful."
Lizzie's face fell, "What do you mean?" She was still trying to convince herself that this was some sort of joke.
"I mean," he said, and he looked up at her, but didn't look her in the eyes, "I've been seeing someone else for the past few months and I've decided that I think you and I should probably break up with each other."
Lizzie's mouth dropped. She couldn't believe this was happening and she didn't know what to say to him.
"Lizzie, please say something," he pleaded.
Lizzie got up from the table, saying nothing, as she walked away from the table.
That night, she called Miranda, sobbing, as she packed her things from Mark and her apartment and went to Miranda's house.
Just as she was about to leave the apartment for good, Mark showed up, and he wasn't alone, either. He had the nerve to bring his girlfriend home. Lizzie starred at him, but said nothing as she left the apartment.
"This will only be temporary, Miranda," she said when she came into Miranda's apartment with her stuff."
Miranda smiled at her friend sympathetically, "Lizzie, you know you can stay here as long as you want," and she gave Lizzie a hug and set up the guest room for her.
---
A Year and A Half Later
"I…can't…believe….Nathan…broke…up…with…me," Lizzie told her mother as she was chopping tomatoes for Thanksgiving dinner.
"Well, he didn't deserve you," Jo said, as she comforted her daughter.
"I know," she said, washing her hands, "I just never knew anyone could be so selfish. We were going out for a year and all the sudden he drops on me that he things his career is more important than his relationship with me."
Jo shook her head, "People like that should marry their jobs."
"Yeah, and you could plan their weddings," Matt said, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Matt!" Jo said.
"Sorry," Matt said, taking a bite of an appetizer on the table, "But she asked for it," he pointed at his older sister with his mouth full.
"Matt, go into the den. I'll call you if I need you!"
Matt sarcastically backed away and turned to go back into the den.
"Well, honey, I know you aren't looking at it like this now, but think of it this way: at least you didn't move in with him."
"True," Lizzie said, "But on the other hand, I feel sorry for Lizzie. When I came to her apartment, I was only expecting it to be temporary. I wasn't expecting to be there now."
"Sweetie, you know you always have a home here!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Thanks, but I don't think so."
"Well, it was just an offer."
"I appreciate it," Lizzie said, as she got back to preparing the meal.
"Oh! I almost forgot! I ran into Mrs. Gordon the other day. She asked about you and told me that Gordo is working on getting a doctorate in biochemistry."
"I know," Lizzie said, "I ran into him last summer. Who would have thought he would be a mad scientist? What did you tell her about me?"
"I told her you were a wedding coordinator and lived with Miranda," she said.
"What? You didn't tell her that I broke up with a boyfriend? I'm surprised!"
"Lizzie, that's none of her business. Besides, did you know that Gordo was single?"
"MOM!"
"What?" Jo asked, innocently, "You and Gordo dated in high school!"
"Yeah, but that was then and this is now."
"You both have changed."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I don't care. I'm taking a break from men, anyway."
"Oh, Lizzie!"
"What?" Lizzie asked, "Right now, I don't care if I ever see any men ever again."
"That's nonsense!" Jo remarked.
*
Two Years Later
"You didn't want to marry a dentist, anyway, did you?" Miranda asked, as Lizzie sat in the bridal room, sobbing on what was supposed to be the most magical day of her life.
"I really loved him, though," Lizzie said through her tears.
A soft knock on the door was heard and Miranda went to get it to see that it was Jo. She came in, looked at Lizzie, and then at Miranda, "How is she?"
"How do I look?" Lizzie blubbered, "I'm miserable."
"Is he still here?" Miranda whispered.
"No," she whispered back, "he just left."
"I can't believe he left her at the altar."
"I can hear you two!" Lizzie said, still crying.
Jo looked at her child sympathetically, "I know you can, baby, and I am so sorry that this didn't work out for you. No one should be allowed to treat you like that."
"Mom," she said, "that's not what I need to hear right now."
Jo sighed, "Well," she looked at Miranda, "I'm going to thank all the guests for coming. If you need me, I'll be out there."
Jo left the room, closing the door behind her.
"I hate men," Lizzie said, with utter disgust, "They have done nothing but disappoint me."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, sitting down next to her crying friend, "Not all men are like that."
"Oh yeah? Mark dumped me for another woman, Nathan for his job, and now there is Carl because of his commitment issues. I can't take it anymore. Maybe I wasn't meant to get married."
"Lizzie! Give it time! You are only twenty-five and you have plenty of time to settle down. Look at me! I'm not married!"
Lizzie sighed. She had stopped crying, "I know, but everything was so perfect between us."
"All right," Miranda said, sighing, "Maybe you just need a break from men."
"Ha! No way! I can't take this heartbreak anymore. I am just not going to get married or ever fall in love with anyone."
"Ever?"
Lizzie shook her head, "Nope. I guess I just wasn't meant for love."
*
Two Years After That
Since then, Lizzie lived with Miranda in her apartment. She worked harder than she ever had before at her job and was ranked in Bridal magazines as being one of the top wedding coordinators in the nation. No one could understand why this young, attractive woman wasn't married yet, and people certainly couldn't understand why she wasn't even seeing anyone, but she never gave any explanation.
In the meantime, Miranda had her own boyfriend. She began seeing him around four years ago, or "post Nathan" as it was referred to in the apartment. Lizzie admired them as she could tell they made each other genuinely happy and had the connection she never had with any of the guys she saw. Michael worked as a chef in a restaurant and Miranda was the manager of the restaurant. She had dark hair, and light brown eyes and every time Miranda would com home from a date, Lizzie would roll her eyes and say something like "When's the wedding?" or "Ready to hire me?"
Miranda would usually laugh it off and disappear into her room and Lizzie would get back to her TV movie.
One night in October, however, things changed. Miranda came home and Lizzie did her usual routine of getting up and greeting her, "How is the happy girl tonight?"
Miranda looked at Lizzie and beamed as she showed her the addition on her left hand on the finger next to the pinky.
Lizzie gasped, "Miranda!" she hugged her friend, "He proposed?"
Miranda nodded as she still beamed.
"Oh, Miranda! That's so sweet!"
Miranda smiled, "I know! Now, if only I could figure out a way to have you coordinate the wedding and be the maid of honor at the same time."
Lizzie gasped as she pulled her into another hug, "Oh, Miranda, I'd be honored!"
"So you think you can do it?" Miranda asked, hopeful.
"Of course! And the best part is, while some people pay me hundreds of thousands of dollars to work on their wedding, you don't have to pay me anything."
Miranda laughed, "You know, Michael has some very cute and not to mention available guys in his family. They will be at the wedding, you know."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Don't even think about it."
*
To Be Continued
