Crazy Things We Do
Disclaimer: This is a crazy thing I do. . . put up a disclaimer! I don't own Lizzie McGuire! And we should all know this, maan! Michelle Branch owns "Everywhere". I know this song is a 'love' song, but it's going to apply to both Miranda and Gordo, in Lizzie's POV. If you didn't understand what I just said, just keep on reading, and you'll understand.
***
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere ***
I pulled off my sunglasses and looked at the apartment finder guide. Yep, this was the one. It looked okay, but in the picture, it had greener grass. I mean, this grass was really green, but in the picture, it was greener.
I'm so picky.
I walked up to the large glass doors, and checked my reflection. I opened my mouth to check my teeth; I fixed my out of place wisps of hair, and wondered if I looked okay. I was wearing a black shirt with an elephant Buddha on it, dark blue denim capri pants, and sky blue flip-flops, with my hair in curls. If Miranda was with me, she could have done this for me. No, not a good time to think about Miranda. Remember what she did?
I opened the large, heavy glass door and walked in. I went over to the desk, and cleared my throat.
"Excuse me." I said.
"Yes?" a young guy, near my age maybe looked up. He looked just like Gordo; same brown eyes, same wonderful curly brown hair. Only, he wasn't as cute as Gordo; is anyone as cute as Gordo? Ick, no. Don't think about him. The last time I talked to him, he was finishing making out with the Slut formerly known as Kate.
"Ma'am?" he said. I realized that my mouth was hanging open, and I wasn't speaking. "Is there something wrong?"
"Uh, no. . ." I lied, trying to think of an excuse for my staring. "I was, um, wondering where you got your shampoo? It makes your hair look, er, nice."
"That's. . . great." He said, eyeing me like I had just escaped from the mental ward. "What do you need?"
"Um, I'm Elizabeth McGuire, and I'm slated for a tour around the complex." I said, recovering from the shock of thinking I had saw Gordo.
"Okay, let's go." he said, picking up what I guess were his keys.
"I'm sorry, I don't like men much." I lied, trying to get away from this guy. Then I realized it mind sound like I meant I like girls. "I mean, I just got through with a nasty breakup with a guy I was dating for 5 years, and I don't want to be around anyone with testosterone right now."
"Okay." He said, buying my excuse. "MARY!!"
A mousy looking blond woman came from the back of the office, wearing a red dressy shirt and dressy black pants.
"Yes, Jordan?" she said, speaking to the almost Gordo look-alike.
"Please show Ms., uh. . ."
"McGuire." I said.
"Around the complex." He finished, handing her the keys.
"Why yes, yes." She said, taking the keys and then shuffling towards the door. "Follow me."
I walked behind her, trying to keep up. A little girl was sitting by herself on the couch, climbing all over it. She stopped for a minute, and just stared at me. She looked just like Miranda! Sure, she had blond hair, but she had brown eyes, large brown eyes, and they looked spooky on her small face. I froze for a moment to look at this little girl, this little girl who looked so much like Miranda. For a moment, I wondered if maybe Miranda had had a child.
That was silly; I had just saw her on high school graduation day a few weeks ago.
A woman walked up to the girl and began speaking to her in rapid fire Spanish, and then the mousy lady, Mary, called my name. I went over to her, and she began walking again. I had to jog to keep up with her.
***
Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
You're never there
And every time I sleep
You're always there
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
***
The lady had led me to a golf cart, and she was driving me around the complex. She was pointing in waving her arms in all directions, pointing things out to me. I wasn't listening to a word she said; I was thinking about the way he hurt me. I know he was drunk, I know he was supposedly drugged, okay, yeah, he really was drugged I bet, but still. I hate him for what he did to me. I mostly hate him for the way I can't hate him; I mean, I can hate what he did to me, but I can never say I hate him. I still love him. I mean, it was three years ago, and we were young, only tenth graders. But I had literally known Gordo forever, so it was easier for me to love him. And I had tried to find something inside me to go up to him and tell him I forgive him, but I couldn't; I just can't shake the image of him and Kate making out, her tongue stuck down his throat.
***
I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that
You might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
I am not alone
Whoa, oh, oooh, oh
And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so
***
"Hey! Watch it!" a girl in sweatpants whirled around to yell at Mary, who had almost ran her over, snapping me back to reality. "You trying to kill somebody lady? Because I can get-" she began speaking in Spanish from there, and I tuned out.
Then, a voice said "Lizzie?"
I snapped to reality, and turned to look at where the voice was coming from. It was the angry girl, and she looked just like Miranda.
God; I'm going crazy! Drive me to North Carolina and put me in the Dorthea Dix mental hospital! First I see a Gordo look-alike, then I see a mini- Miranda look alike, and now I think I'm seeing Miranda. . .again!
"Yeah?" I said, pulling off my shades. It was Miranda. It had to be, or I was crazy. Well, I am crazy, but still. . . "Ohmigod, Miranda?"
"What a way to reunite, huh?" she said, half joking. "I push you to the floor, you almost run me over. I guess we're about even, huh?"
"Yeah," I said nervously. "I guess."
"So, what are you doing out here?" Miranda said. "Enjoying the beautiful scenery of parked cars and apartment buildings?"
"Yeah," I said laughing. "I'm thinking of moving in."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, her whole face changing, suddenly serious. "Maria went to a crazy house. . . that day, the day I was crying, she cut herself. That's why I hate blood."
"Oh Miranda," I whispered sadly. "I love you."
"I love you too, Lizzie." She said, barely getting her words out. "I'm so sorry, for everything."
"Me too, Randa." I said, crying. "Me too."
"Sorry to interrupt this happy sappy moment, but we're on a tour here." Mary said. This lady was so quiet before, what happened? Who does she think she is?
"That's great," I said, hopping out of the golf cart. "Have fun by yourself."
She stared after me, and then turned the cart in the direction of the office, and zoomed off.
Miranda laid her head on my shoulder, and I laid my head on her head, and that's how we walked, all the way to her apartment; we didn't say a word the whole way there.
***
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
It's you I breathe
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?
***
So. you like? I only got one review for the first chappie, but hopefully I'll get more. Next up. . . Gordo song fic chapter!
Miranda said the thing about Maria to let Lizzie know she was sorry for everything, and because she though Lizzie needed to know.
And when they say 'I love you' it's not in an 'I want you baby' way, it's in a 'you're my best friend and I really missed you and i'm glad you're back' kind of way.
REVIEW IF YOU WANT THIS STORY TO MAKE IT PAST CHAPTER THREE!
Disclaimer: This is a crazy thing I do. . . put up a disclaimer! I don't own Lizzie McGuire! And we should all know this, maan! Michelle Branch owns "Everywhere". I know this song is a 'love' song, but it's going to apply to both Miranda and Gordo, in Lizzie's POV. If you didn't understand what I just said, just keep on reading, and you'll understand.
***
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere ***
I pulled off my sunglasses and looked at the apartment finder guide. Yep, this was the one. It looked okay, but in the picture, it had greener grass. I mean, this grass was really green, but in the picture, it was greener.
I'm so picky.
I walked up to the large glass doors, and checked my reflection. I opened my mouth to check my teeth; I fixed my out of place wisps of hair, and wondered if I looked okay. I was wearing a black shirt with an elephant Buddha on it, dark blue denim capri pants, and sky blue flip-flops, with my hair in curls. If Miranda was with me, she could have done this for me. No, not a good time to think about Miranda. Remember what she did?
I opened the large, heavy glass door and walked in. I went over to the desk, and cleared my throat.
"Excuse me." I said.
"Yes?" a young guy, near my age maybe looked up. He looked just like Gordo; same brown eyes, same wonderful curly brown hair. Only, he wasn't as cute as Gordo; is anyone as cute as Gordo? Ick, no. Don't think about him. The last time I talked to him, he was finishing making out with the Slut formerly known as Kate.
"Ma'am?" he said. I realized that my mouth was hanging open, and I wasn't speaking. "Is there something wrong?"
"Uh, no. . ." I lied, trying to think of an excuse for my staring. "I was, um, wondering where you got your shampoo? It makes your hair look, er, nice."
"That's. . . great." He said, eyeing me like I had just escaped from the mental ward. "What do you need?"
"Um, I'm Elizabeth McGuire, and I'm slated for a tour around the complex." I said, recovering from the shock of thinking I had saw Gordo.
"Okay, let's go." he said, picking up what I guess were his keys.
"I'm sorry, I don't like men much." I lied, trying to get away from this guy. Then I realized it mind sound like I meant I like girls. "I mean, I just got through with a nasty breakup with a guy I was dating for 5 years, and I don't want to be around anyone with testosterone right now."
"Okay." He said, buying my excuse. "MARY!!"
A mousy looking blond woman came from the back of the office, wearing a red dressy shirt and dressy black pants.
"Yes, Jordan?" she said, speaking to the almost Gordo look-alike.
"Please show Ms., uh. . ."
"McGuire." I said.
"Around the complex." He finished, handing her the keys.
"Why yes, yes." She said, taking the keys and then shuffling towards the door. "Follow me."
I walked behind her, trying to keep up. A little girl was sitting by herself on the couch, climbing all over it. She stopped for a minute, and just stared at me. She looked just like Miranda! Sure, she had blond hair, but she had brown eyes, large brown eyes, and they looked spooky on her small face. I froze for a moment to look at this little girl, this little girl who looked so much like Miranda. For a moment, I wondered if maybe Miranda had had a child.
That was silly; I had just saw her on high school graduation day a few weeks ago.
A woman walked up to the girl and began speaking to her in rapid fire Spanish, and then the mousy lady, Mary, called my name. I went over to her, and she began walking again. I had to jog to keep up with her.
***
Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
You're never there
And every time I sleep
You're always there
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
***
The lady had led me to a golf cart, and she was driving me around the complex. She was pointing in waving her arms in all directions, pointing things out to me. I wasn't listening to a word she said; I was thinking about the way he hurt me. I know he was drunk, I know he was supposedly drugged, okay, yeah, he really was drugged I bet, but still. I hate him for what he did to me. I mostly hate him for the way I can't hate him; I mean, I can hate what he did to me, but I can never say I hate him. I still love him. I mean, it was three years ago, and we were young, only tenth graders. But I had literally known Gordo forever, so it was easier for me to love him. And I had tried to find something inside me to go up to him and tell him I forgive him, but I couldn't; I just can't shake the image of him and Kate making out, her tongue stuck down his throat.
***
I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that
You might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
I am not alone
Whoa, oh, oooh, oh
And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so
***
"Hey! Watch it!" a girl in sweatpants whirled around to yell at Mary, who had almost ran her over, snapping me back to reality. "You trying to kill somebody lady? Because I can get-" she began speaking in Spanish from there, and I tuned out.
Then, a voice said "Lizzie?"
I snapped to reality, and turned to look at where the voice was coming from. It was the angry girl, and she looked just like Miranda.
God; I'm going crazy! Drive me to North Carolina and put me in the Dorthea Dix mental hospital! First I see a Gordo look-alike, then I see a mini- Miranda look alike, and now I think I'm seeing Miranda. . .again!
"Yeah?" I said, pulling off my shades. It was Miranda. It had to be, or I was crazy. Well, I am crazy, but still. . . "Ohmigod, Miranda?"
"What a way to reunite, huh?" she said, half joking. "I push you to the floor, you almost run me over. I guess we're about even, huh?"
"Yeah," I said nervously. "I guess."
"So, what are you doing out here?" Miranda said. "Enjoying the beautiful scenery of parked cars and apartment buildings?"
"Yeah," I said laughing. "I'm thinking of moving in."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, her whole face changing, suddenly serious. "Maria went to a crazy house. . . that day, the day I was crying, she cut herself. That's why I hate blood."
"Oh Miranda," I whispered sadly. "I love you."
"I love you too, Lizzie." She said, barely getting her words out. "I'm so sorry, for everything."
"Me too, Randa." I said, crying. "Me too."
"Sorry to interrupt this happy sappy moment, but we're on a tour here." Mary said. This lady was so quiet before, what happened? Who does she think she is?
"That's great," I said, hopping out of the golf cart. "Have fun by yourself."
She stared after me, and then turned the cart in the direction of the office, and zoomed off.
Miranda laid her head on my shoulder, and I laid my head on her head, and that's how we walked, all the way to her apartment; we didn't say a word the whole way there.
***
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
It's you I breathe
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?
***
So. you like? I only got one review for the first chappie, but hopefully I'll get more. Next up. . . Gordo song fic chapter!
Miranda said the thing about Maria to let Lizzie know she was sorry for everything, and because she though Lizzie needed to know.
And when they say 'I love you' it's not in an 'I want you baby' way, it's in a 'you're my best friend and I really missed you and i'm glad you're back' kind of way.
REVIEW IF YOU WANT THIS STORY TO MAKE IT PAST CHAPTER THREE!