DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lizzie, please don't sue.
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The plan had nearly gone bad. It almost didn't work, but they finally managed to pull Matt out of his stage of captivity. Now, they were back at the hotel, and were getting ready to go out for the night.
Lizzie was going to get something from her room, when she bumped into someone she almost immediately recognized.
"Lizzie?"
"Frankie?"
Standing in front of her, was Frankie Muniz, who had visited her during middle school, and had asked her on a date. Of course, it didn't work out, because Lizzie wasn't able to travel with Frankie, and she didn't feel as strongly about it as Frankie did.
"Oh my god! It's good to see you!" Frankie said.
"Back at you." Lizzie said.
They spent a few minutes in conversation. Then, Frankie worked up his courage, and started to ask her the question he'd wanted to ask for a long time.
"Well, Lizzie.......now that we're both famous people.......do you think that you and me could.........be......together now?"
Frankie didn't know much about Lizzie and the band, so he had no clue that she was married. Lizzie was kind of shocked at the question. She thought that they were done with. But, she'd have to answer honestly. Gordo had put his heart to the test for her countless times, and now it was her turn to put her heart to the test for him.
".........Sorry, I can't."
"But.......but why, Lizzie? We're both famous people, so it's not like we can't see each other."
"Actually Frankie, it is like we can't see each other."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't get it?"
"No, and I still don't see why we can't be together."
"Frankie, I'm married." Lizzie said, holding back the laughter.
He was astonished. He never thought that she would be married to anyone. The first thing that went through his head was denial. Pure denial- he did not want to face the fact that Lizzie was married to someone else.
"Yeah, whatever......anyway, I really think we could make a great couple, ya know?"
"Frankie, I just told you that I'm married."
"Sure. Uh-huh." He said, still in denial. He had already hugged her, and she hugged him back, but that was when they ran into each other. Now he tried to bring her into a kiss, but she quickly pulled back.
"Frankie, what has gotten into you?"
"I'm trying to take our relationship further."
"For the final time Frankie, I am married. M-A-R-R-I-E-D. Married, and happy at that."
"To who?" Frankie asked, hoping that she wouldn't be able to think of anyone.
"Gordo. We got married about nine months ago, and we've had one girl so far."
"Gordo....." Frankie hissed under his breath. He saw the way that Lizzie would look at Gordo, and he developed a disliking for him.
"I'm really sorry, Frankie, but I can't just divorce him and go off with someone else. I love him too much."
Frankie didn't say much. He just accepted it in a light manner, and walked away. Gordo stepped out from behind the corner- he had seen the whole thing go through.
"Hi, Gordo."
"Hey. I saw what happened."
".......You're not angry, are you?" Lizzie asked, afraid that Gordo might have seen it the wrong way.
"What would I be angry for? You were offered to go with someone else, but you refused."
"I love you too much to leave you." Lizzie said.
After a long kiss, they got ready for the night out with everyone. They went throughout the city, and then came back to the hotel and went to sleep- they were playing again at the Blossom Music Arena the next evening. They had also hired extra security, and the police had agreed to stop the M.A.R. if they showed up at the concert.
They woke up the next day, and quickly got ready. Miranda was still thinking if she was going to tell everyone or not. By the time she was ready, she'd made her mind up to tell everyone just before the concert began.
Everyone met up with Gregory and Tony, and they went over to the arena to get prepared for tonight.
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That was chapter 9 for ya, and chapter X is on it's way.
P.S.- I am starting to run out of some ideas, so I am open to any ideas you have. Just send your idea to me via email- you know where you can find my email address.
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The plan had nearly gone bad. It almost didn't work, but they finally managed to pull Matt out of his stage of captivity. Now, they were back at the hotel, and were getting ready to go out for the night.
Lizzie was going to get something from her room, when she bumped into someone she almost immediately recognized.
"Lizzie?"
"Frankie?"
Standing in front of her, was Frankie Muniz, who had visited her during middle school, and had asked her on a date. Of course, it didn't work out, because Lizzie wasn't able to travel with Frankie, and she didn't feel as strongly about it as Frankie did.
"Oh my god! It's good to see you!" Frankie said.
"Back at you." Lizzie said.
They spent a few minutes in conversation. Then, Frankie worked up his courage, and started to ask her the question he'd wanted to ask for a long time.
"Well, Lizzie.......now that we're both famous people.......do you think that you and me could.........be......together now?"
Frankie didn't know much about Lizzie and the band, so he had no clue that she was married. Lizzie was kind of shocked at the question. She thought that they were done with. But, she'd have to answer honestly. Gordo had put his heart to the test for her countless times, and now it was her turn to put her heart to the test for him.
".........Sorry, I can't."
"But.......but why, Lizzie? We're both famous people, so it's not like we can't see each other."
"Actually Frankie, it is like we can't see each other."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't get it?"
"No, and I still don't see why we can't be together."
"Frankie, I'm married." Lizzie said, holding back the laughter.
He was astonished. He never thought that she would be married to anyone. The first thing that went through his head was denial. Pure denial- he did not want to face the fact that Lizzie was married to someone else.
"Yeah, whatever......anyway, I really think we could make a great couple, ya know?"
"Frankie, I just told you that I'm married."
"Sure. Uh-huh." He said, still in denial. He had already hugged her, and she hugged him back, but that was when they ran into each other. Now he tried to bring her into a kiss, but she quickly pulled back.
"Frankie, what has gotten into you?"
"I'm trying to take our relationship further."
"For the final time Frankie, I am married. M-A-R-R-I-E-D. Married, and happy at that."
"To who?" Frankie asked, hoping that she wouldn't be able to think of anyone.
"Gordo. We got married about nine months ago, and we've had one girl so far."
"Gordo....." Frankie hissed under his breath. He saw the way that Lizzie would look at Gordo, and he developed a disliking for him.
"I'm really sorry, Frankie, but I can't just divorce him and go off with someone else. I love him too much."
Frankie didn't say much. He just accepted it in a light manner, and walked away. Gordo stepped out from behind the corner- he had seen the whole thing go through.
"Hi, Gordo."
"Hey. I saw what happened."
".......You're not angry, are you?" Lizzie asked, afraid that Gordo might have seen it the wrong way.
"What would I be angry for? You were offered to go with someone else, but you refused."
"I love you too much to leave you." Lizzie said.
After a long kiss, they got ready for the night out with everyone. They went throughout the city, and then came back to the hotel and went to sleep- they were playing again at the Blossom Music Arena the next evening. They had also hired extra security, and the police had agreed to stop the M.A.R. if they showed up at the concert.
They woke up the next day, and quickly got ready. Miranda was still thinking if she was going to tell everyone or not. By the time she was ready, she'd made her mind up to tell everyone just before the concert began.
Everyone met up with Gregory and Tony, and they went over to the arena to get prepared for tonight.
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That was chapter 9 for ya, and chapter X is on it's way.
P.S.- I am starting to run out of some ideas, so I am open to any ideas you have. Just send your idea to me via email- you know where you can find my email address.