Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or anything that I mention on here at all. This is a fic mainly based upon Jo and Sam's experiences in high school. I always wondered what it'd be like to make up a fic on this. It has some minor L/G, but it's basically on the past. This is told from Jo's POV, as well. In this story, Lizzie is 14 and Matt is 10.
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Jo and Sam: Not Your Average Love Story
By: TasChiBandGirl
Introduction: First Day of School
It's the first day of school in the McGuire household. I've been awake since 6am, attempting to wake up my oldest daughter Lizzie. She stumbled awake and then pepped up realizing it was her first day of school. I then retreated downstairs to have my morning coffee. My husband Sam comes walking into the kitchen, kisses me on the cheek and grabs a cup of coffee. My youngest son, Matthew, comes into the kitchen to eat his breakfast. He was entering the 5th grade, one year away from becoming a middle school student. As I sip my coffee, I hear Lizzie stumbling around upstairs.
"Mom! Where's my shoes?!" calls out Lizzie from upstairs, frantically searching for her lucky boots
"It's in your closet!" I yell back to her
It's Lizzie's first day of high school. Four more years, she'll be out of the house, and in college, then living on her own and then married with children. It makes my head spin, just being astounded at how much my little girl has aged. I have to laugh at her nervousness over her first day of high school. She reminds me of a more fashionable me back in September. She's so worried over how she'll look, and trying to pick out the perfect outfit for the first day. She's still has yet to realize that in the end, none of that is going to matter as long as you have your friends and you have a future. I hear her come downstairs all decked out in a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of bell bottomed jeans, a black headband , and some black high heeled shoes. I checked her face as I saw layers of makeup caked on her face.
"How do I look?" she asked smiling
"You have too much makeup on, missy" I say sternly "I want you to wash it off. You're going to school, not a KISS concert"
She huffs and walks away frustrated. I smiled as she walked off. When I was her age, I never wore makeup or really gave a damn for how I dressed. I was a bit of a tomboy, I must admit. She's so concerned with finding the right guy, and fitting in with everybody. I was nothing like that at her age. She finally comes out, wearing a little mascara, lip gloss and a glare towards me.
"What about now?" she says in a huff
"Now, don't you get an attitude with me" I said "You look fine. Make sure you eat a good breakfast now, so sit and have an apple"
She sits and munches on an apple before her two best friends come by. Matt is upstairs now getting dressed before watches his shows and goes to school. Sam whizzes by me and gives me a kiss as he leaves for work. I say goodbye to him, as the doorbell rings. It ends up being Lizzie's friends Miranda and Gordo. They're good kids, for the most part. Miranda reminds me of myself in high school, with her strong sense of self, and her individuality. She's been a good influence for Lizzie on trying to help her be herself. Lizzie isn't exactly gotten there yet, but she's made strides. Gordo is the son of my best friend in high school, Roberta. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding to Harold. Her husband is a wonderful man that she met in college. Their son, I believe, is the one for Lizzie. Though I'm sure if I tell her now she won't believe it. Just like I didn't believe my mother in high school.
She told me that Sam was the one when she first met him when I was in high school. I didn't believe her then, but as the years went by, her prophecy would reveal to be the truth. I look at him and I still don't believe what we've been through together. And to think it all started that first day of school….
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