Lizzie McGuire- What Happened to Matt

At Birth

In Lizzie's point of view!

A/N: Set when Lizzie is 13 and Matt is ten

"Lizzie! Phone." My mum called.

"Thank's mum!" I grabbing the phone in her room. "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hey Lizzie. Hang on a second while I get Gordo on the line." Miranda's voice said into the receiver. We were in our usual 3-way-chat that we have every morning before school started. Just then Miranda's voice came back into the receiver. "Okay, all three of us are here. Why don't we talk about the project we have to do for school." Miranda's voice said again.

"Do we have to?" Gordo's voice groaned into the phone. "There's still another hour and a half until school starts." He said.

"I don't really mind what we discuss." I said taking a bite of my peanut-butter toast. "Actually, I think it is a good idea that we discuss our project now because we have to have it ready in two weeks."

"That's the spirit, Lizzie." Miranda said. "I think we should do out project on the environment and the fun people our age have in it. Because, if we do that, Gordo can film us outside in the fresh air playing a game."

"But, it's suppose to be a joint effort." Gordo complained.

"It is a joint effort." I said to him. "If we all do a bit of filming and then the other two were playing, we would all get two shots parts in the project. Actually three, if you count the two parts in the environment."

"Oh, alright. But if my camera is stuffed by the end of it," Gordo warned. "It will be your fault." He said in a serious tone.

"Hey guys, I gotta go now, and that means you two will get disconnected. See you guys in an hour." Miranda said to myself and Gordo.

"Cya, Miranda." I say just before she hangs up. "Cya, Gordo." Then I clicked off and put the phone back on it's charger. I was just exciting my room when a big pile of water fell ontop of me.

"MATT!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Luckily I was still wearing my pyjama's because today I was planning to wear my best outfit. At that moment mum came up to me.

"Hunny, what's wrong?" She asked in her usual sympathetic voice.

"He is my problem!" I said pointing at Matt as he came around the corner. "He put that big bucket of water on top of my door meaning to when I open my door it falls all over me!" I yell. Then I storm off to take my shower.