A/N:Hey, everyone! this is just an idea that came to me one day so I decided, why not give it a shot. But I dunno how well itll go since I have like, 4 other stories i'm trying to finish also. Anywho, R & R! mel
DISCLAIMER:I OWN NOTHING
Chapter 1: The Invatation-Lizzie
Dear Elizabeth McGuire,
You are invited to attend Hillridge Highschools ten year
reunion. Please join us on the eighth of June in the HHS
gym. we hope you can join us.
I read the invitation with a growing sense of excitement. It was hard to believe it had already been ten years since I left highschool. I remembered the day well.
{FLASHBACK}
It was the nighth after the graduation and me, Gordo, and Miranda sat in my bedroom floor talking. "I can't believe were going to college," Miranda said excitedly. "I know, it feels like we just got out of middle school," I said taking a bite of ice cream.
"I just wish we were all going to the same college," Gordo said playing with the carpet. My once soaring heart crashed to the ground. I had been trying to forget about that, but I guess it was a good thing he brought it up. It's not like I could've ignored it forever, we were leaving in a month!
"Or at least all in California," I voiced looking up at Gordo's handsome figure. His eyes met mine and I felt my heart flutter. Leaving Gordo would probably be the hardest, I mean, I loved Miranda to death, I really did, but Gordo...I couldn't explain it.
"I know, Gordo's going to Harvard, your going to NYU and I'm going to Washington," Miranda said sadly. "But we'll always be friends, right?" I said finally tearing my eyes away from Gordo.
"Of coarse," Gordo said smiling. "Hey, Lizzie, do you mind if I take a shower? I smell really bad," Miranda asked me crinkling up her nose. "Go ahead," I laughed.
Miranda went into the bathroom leaving me and Gordo alone in my room. I sighed and leaned my head against the bed thinking about the feelings that I hide deep within the innermost thoughts of my being that I would never unveil.
Gordo mistook it for nervousness about the future and inched closer to me. "Are you really that nervous?" he asked. "I'm just so scared that once we move away we'll grow apart. Who will be there to help me back up when I fall?" I asked in a litteral and nonlitteral state.
"Lizzie don't worry, we'll always be friends," Gordo said cupping my face in his hand and turning my face towards him. I felt my voice catch in my throat but managed to utter a few words, "How can you be so sure?" I asked quietly.
"I'm not," Gordo answered tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, "But I can be sure of one thing," he said. His face was so close that I could feel his breath play upon my face.
"What's that?" I asked feeling my face turn hot. "That I love you, more than anything in the world. And I will always be there to pick you up when you fall, and to heal your wounds when your hurt. Remember, no matter how many miles may seperate us, or how many years, I've got your back, McGuire, always," he breathed. His crystal blue eyes shone with conviction. "I love you too," I whispered. Without a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
{END FLASHBACK}
Only one month after that moment, we were ripped crually from eachothers arms. But that one blissful month had kept my soul alive. At first we talked every free moment we got, whether it was be phone, email, or letter. We just looked for a way to stay connected.
But soon, the calls came less frequent, and mail more scarce. I tried not to admit it, but we grew apart, even Miranda grew detached. Now it had been thirteen years since we last spoke. We were strangers. It seemed strange that three people that once knew eachother inside out now barely knew the other one, if even remembered them.
The thought of Gordo and Miranda not to remember me sent a pain like a knife piercing my heart. At least I still knew somewhat of what Gordo was still up to, yeah, me and the rest of America.
Gordo had, predictably, became the next Spielberg. He was on about every magazine cover you could find. On the teen magazines as the "hottest guy (and available to)" and on the other magazines trying to pry lose from him answers as to why he was never had a date to the different premiere partys and junk like that.
I have no idea what Miranda's up to. I havn't seen a trace of her since she accidentaly sent me an email that was supposed to go to Veronica, who ever that is.
And me, well, I have a great job as a writer for a teen magazine and I had written a few novels. And the highlight, I'm engaged to one of he sweetest guys on the planet. Tom Sullivan, owner of Fat Cat records. I met him while trying to get an interview with one of his clients.
After I started going out with him, my mind began to drift farther away from the loving memories of Gordo and how much he had meant to me.
I looked back at the invitation and smiled, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go, maybe I might run into Miranda. Or maybe Gordo...
"No, he's out of your life," I said to myself. After all, life was going great. I had the best fiancee, the perfect job, and life couldn't get better. Little did I know that this one reunion could bring life as I knew it crashing to the ground.
A/N:Well, what do ya think. If I get at least ten reviews I'll continue. so review! mel
DISCLAIMER:I OWN NOTHING
Chapter 1: The Invatation-Lizzie
Dear Elizabeth McGuire,
You are invited to attend Hillridge Highschools ten year
reunion. Please join us on the eighth of June in the HHS
gym. we hope you can join us.
I read the invitation with a growing sense of excitement. It was hard to believe it had already been ten years since I left highschool. I remembered the day well.
{FLASHBACK}
It was the nighth after the graduation and me, Gordo, and Miranda sat in my bedroom floor talking. "I can't believe were going to college," Miranda said excitedly. "I know, it feels like we just got out of middle school," I said taking a bite of ice cream.
"I just wish we were all going to the same college," Gordo said playing with the carpet. My once soaring heart crashed to the ground. I had been trying to forget about that, but I guess it was a good thing he brought it up. It's not like I could've ignored it forever, we were leaving in a month!
"Or at least all in California," I voiced looking up at Gordo's handsome figure. His eyes met mine and I felt my heart flutter. Leaving Gordo would probably be the hardest, I mean, I loved Miranda to death, I really did, but Gordo...I couldn't explain it.
"I know, Gordo's going to Harvard, your going to NYU and I'm going to Washington," Miranda said sadly. "But we'll always be friends, right?" I said finally tearing my eyes away from Gordo.
"Of coarse," Gordo said smiling. "Hey, Lizzie, do you mind if I take a shower? I smell really bad," Miranda asked me crinkling up her nose. "Go ahead," I laughed.
Miranda went into the bathroom leaving me and Gordo alone in my room. I sighed and leaned my head against the bed thinking about the feelings that I hide deep within the innermost thoughts of my being that I would never unveil.
Gordo mistook it for nervousness about the future and inched closer to me. "Are you really that nervous?" he asked. "I'm just so scared that once we move away we'll grow apart. Who will be there to help me back up when I fall?" I asked in a litteral and nonlitteral state.
"Lizzie don't worry, we'll always be friends," Gordo said cupping my face in his hand and turning my face towards him. I felt my voice catch in my throat but managed to utter a few words, "How can you be so sure?" I asked quietly.
"I'm not," Gordo answered tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, "But I can be sure of one thing," he said. His face was so close that I could feel his breath play upon my face.
"What's that?" I asked feeling my face turn hot. "That I love you, more than anything in the world. And I will always be there to pick you up when you fall, and to heal your wounds when your hurt. Remember, no matter how many miles may seperate us, or how many years, I've got your back, McGuire, always," he breathed. His crystal blue eyes shone with conviction. "I love you too," I whispered. Without a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
{END FLASHBACK}
Only one month after that moment, we were ripped crually from eachothers arms. But that one blissful month had kept my soul alive. At first we talked every free moment we got, whether it was be phone, email, or letter. We just looked for a way to stay connected.
But soon, the calls came less frequent, and mail more scarce. I tried not to admit it, but we grew apart, even Miranda grew detached. Now it had been thirteen years since we last spoke. We were strangers. It seemed strange that three people that once knew eachother inside out now barely knew the other one, if even remembered them.
The thought of Gordo and Miranda not to remember me sent a pain like a knife piercing my heart. At least I still knew somewhat of what Gordo was still up to, yeah, me and the rest of America.
Gordo had, predictably, became the next Spielberg. He was on about every magazine cover you could find. On the teen magazines as the "hottest guy (and available to)" and on the other magazines trying to pry lose from him answers as to why he was never had a date to the different premiere partys and junk like that.
I have no idea what Miranda's up to. I havn't seen a trace of her since she accidentaly sent me an email that was supposed to go to Veronica, who ever that is.
And me, well, I have a great job as a writer for a teen magazine and I had written a few novels. And the highlight, I'm engaged to one of he sweetest guys on the planet. Tom Sullivan, owner of Fat Cat records. I met him while trying to get an interview with one of his clients.
After I started going out with him, my mind began to drift farther away from the loving memories of Gordo and how much he had meant to me.
I looked back at the invitation and smiled, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go, maybe I might run into Miranda. Or maybe Gordo...
"No, he's out of your life," I said to myself. After all, life was going great. I had the best fiancee, the perfect job, and life couldn't get better. Little did I know that this one reunion could bring life as I knew it crashing to the ground.
A/N:Well, what do ya think. If I get at least ten reviews I'll continue. so review! mel