Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire isn't mine. Nothing is mine. I'm poor! This story is mine, however! So I still have that going for me, which is nice. Caddyshack quote Enjoy chapter 1 of my multi chapter installment. The trash can meeting came from the last episode of Lizzie McGuire when Sam says he met Jo there.

Character Alerts: Jo's maiden name is Tannery in this story. Roberta Weinberg is Gordo's mother. And a few new characters along the way, like Amy Ellis, and so on. I'll give you these alerts as time goes by

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Chapter 1: The Trash Can

It was the first day of school for me, and it was hell. Not because I was bullied around, but because I made the biggest ass of myself in front of about eighty percent of the population at Hillridge High School. A series of errors were happening to me all throughout the day. First thing that happened was in my history class. The first bell had rang and I was scrambling all my stuff and running as fast as I could before the second bell would ring. I was juggling my books as I made the turn into the door. As soon as the second bell ran, I literally dove into the class room, and slid across the room. I stopped right at the teacher's feet, as the rest of the class giggled profusely. I shyly looked up at the teacher as he looked down on me sternly.

"So, I'm guessing you're Josephine Tannery?" he said sternly

"How'd you know my name" I asked shyly as I sat up

"I know your whole family." He said, referring to my siblings "I've had all three of your siblings, and you look just like them."

"Ohh….okay…I'm so sorry Mister…." I said drawing a blank

"The name is Mr. Flan" he said to me "You can sit down now, Miss Tannery"

"Right" I said, my face bright red as I took a seat

The rest of the class giggled at me as I hid my face in my San Francisco Giants cap. Of all the days to make an ass of myself, I picked the first day of school. Luckily, my friend Amy Ellis was there to help calm me down from yelling at the other kids. My day only got worse from there. As I was walking with Amy and my best friend Roberta Weinberg, on the way to my biology class, I completely forgot where I was going. Soon enough, my face met the wall and propelled me back, making me fall flat on my ass. I heard a few snickers here and there, as Roberta and Amy helped me get up.

"What is up with you, today?" Amy asked as I rubbed my face

"I have no clue" I said "I just have been really out of it"

"I can't believe you dived into Flan's class" Roberta snickered

"I thought I was going to be late" I said defensively

The rest of the day was decent, at least until I got to band. I had been a band geek during junior high, so it was only fitting I'd go through the rest of my school life as a band geek. Besides, I found band fun, and I was damn good at the trumpet. It was my last class of the day and I thought I was home free. As I was walking down the hall when the bell rang, I was suddenly spooked by the sound of the dismissal bell. I shrieked loudly and high pitched, and jumped right into the nearest trash can. I wish I was making that up, but I wasn't. So there I was in the trash can, awaiting for the rest of the school to empty out, so I can leave without being ridiculed, when I heard something coming from the trash can next to me.

"Hey…who stuffed you in here" the voice said

I turned around, and there I saw him, my eventual husband. He was a lot smaller and skinnier then. He looked slightly nerdy, with big black thick framed glasses, a blue button down shirt and khakis. He was also wearing a pair of Nikes. He had a nice looking face, from what I remembered. He wasn't exactly who I'd imagine would be my future husband by any means, but that doesn't really mean anything.

"Nobody did, I stuffed myself in here" I said laughing

"You had that bad of a day?" he said

"Actually no. The dismissal bell scared the crap out of me" I said, then I recognized him "Hey, aren't you in band with me?"

"Yeah I am actually. My name is Sam. Sam McGuire" he said, stretching out his hand "I moved here from Kalamazoo, Michigan over the summer"

"I'm Josephine Tannery. You can call me Jo though" I said as I shook his hand and then got myself out of the trash. "Who stuffed you in there?"

"Some punk named Brian" he said

"Wait….did this Brian have a mohawk?" I asked

"Yeah he did" he said

"That was my brother" I said "He's a stupid assed sophomore punk who thinks he's fucking Johnny Rotten or something. Don't mind him, I'll kick his ass when I get home"

"Really?" he said, as I helped him out

"Well, he'd kick my ass more, but I've got another brother who could kick his ass"

"Really? How many siblings do you got?" he asked

"Three. I'm the youngest. I got Alison whose in college already, Timothy whose a junior, and then stupid assed Brian." I said "What about you? Any siblings?"

"Nope, just me and my parents" he stated

"Lucky you" I said "Anyways, it's nice meeting you, Sam. It'll be fun to see you around in band. You play the trombone, right?"

"Yes I do." He said proudly "First chair"

"Only chair, Sam" I said laughing

"So?"

"I'm only kidding with you man. So where do you live?" I asked

"Just down the street" he said "Mockingbird Trail"

"Really?!" I said surprised "I don't live that far from there. I live on Hummingbird Lane. That's only two streets away."

"That's awesome" Sam said "So you wanna walk home together?"

"Ah, what the hell. My friends are probably home already."

The two of us walked home and talked about each other and our lives. He was born in New Hampshire but moved to Kalamazoo when he was four before moving here in Hillridge the past summer. He moved here because his dad had gotten a job down here for the post office. I told him about being born in Seattle and living in Walla Walla for until I was eight before moving to Hillridge. We talked about our classes, and it turns out that we also had the same English class and lunch together as well. As I approached my road, I started veering right. He was still walking.

"Sam, I gotta get going now" I said "I have to go home and do what I can with my homework. I'll talk to you tomorrow"

"Alright, Jo. Nice meeting you. Bye!" he said to me

As I walked down my street, I watched Sam walk out of my sight. Deep in the back of my mind, I knew there was something about that slightly nerdy boy, but I wasn't sure what. Love was the last thing on my mind, however. But as the days would go by in high school, we'd end up becoming good friends

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