Fast Times at Hillridge High
Disclaimer: As you should all know by now, I own absolutely nothing related to Lizzie McGuire. Although I wish I owned Adam.. Don't we all?
Anyways, I got ten reviews, so I decided to make a new chapter. For each ten reviews, I'll make a new chapter. This is because I have three other stories I need to update, and I don't want to keep writing if no one is reading! So REVIEW!
Oh yeah, I have a new email address.. x0butterfly_starr0x@yahoo.com
This chapter is in.. Parker's POV!
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PARKER'S POV
I flopped down onto my bed.
God. I wonder if they did it on purpose. Invited me over to their table so I could be tortured watching Lizzie and Gordo kiss. Watching her laugh at everything he says. That should be me! Sure, I turned him down because he was short before, but that was in the past! He's still short, but he's changed, mysteriously.
They didn't invite me to go to the beach with them this weekend. They didn't even tell me they were going. I mean, I wouldn't want to invite myself if I were them, seeing as how I freaked out last summer when Lizzie and Gordo.. Oh god, I can't even think about it. It makes my heart hurt.
But still, no one paid any attention to me at all. After Hawk Eye caught Lizzie and Gordo kissing, they both blushed and poked at their mystery meat with their plastic forks. After Hawk Eye yelled at them, spraying her spit all over the lunch table, Lizzie started talking to Claire and Miranda. Or, as they call each other, Claire-bo and Mander-babe. They call her Lizzie- lime. How sickening.
The upside is, Gordo started talking to me about the Rat Pack. Only thing is, all I could do was stare at him. I couldn't kiss him like Lizzie did.
God must hate me.
I need some weed. Only, I don't have any since Miranda called me over, and I couldn't find the Teas. Everyone else calls us the Tea Pots, but we just say, 'Hey, have you seen any of the other Teas?'. And so no weed for me.
I've gotten into sniffing hair spray lately. Just spray it into a towel, sniff, and instant high! I sometimes think I don't know myself. I don't. I mean, Lizzie and Gordo going out is really tearing me apart. But my parents are home right now..
And Miranda. I wish I were Miranda. She has two great friends, Lizzie and Claire, and not to forget Gordo. I have no one, because the Teas don't really count. They only like me because I have enough money to buy drugs sometimes.
We can't smoke at my house though. My parents had me when my mom was 14 and my dad was 15. Worse thing they ever did. Or at least, that's what I think. They say it was a mistake, but they don't regret it. Yeah right. They sure are happy with my little sister, Ami, and my newest little brat, my brother Alex. And I'm the one who's stuck watching them. They swear they love us all the same, but if they really did, they'd wonder where I was all the time when I'm not babysitting. Now they're 'all growed up' as the Rugrats would say, and are now Mr. And Mrs. Mature/Responsible Parents of America. I hate them.
Back to wishing I was Miranda.. Okay, the last THREE guys I liked ask Miranda out! Miranda turned two of them down because she found out I liked them. I didn't tell her I like Ash Davis, and they went out for 1 month. It was complete torture. So I decided to not try to sway my feelings for Gordo. It just ends up in more hurt than I normally am over not having Gordo.
What does Gordo see in Lizzie, anyways? She's a blonde! I'm a brunette! Wait, that's no reason to hate her.. Or for him to like me over her..
I went over to my closet and opened the door. I moved my clothes hamper, kicked a Hershey's bar wrapper aside, and squash an ant before I pressed on the small door in the corner of my closet.
You know how small the little attic square is on the ceiling? Well, this was that size; only it was low on the wall, close to the floor.
You know Helga from 'Hey Arnold!'? How she has an Arnold shrine in her closet? Well, in my small room, about the size of a large shower, I have a Gordo shrine. Everything, Gordo.. Obsessed? Yes. But crazy? No! Well, actually, yes.
I have pictures, empty soda cans, and a whole LOT of other stuff. I even have his gym shorts from last year. It's sick.. but I come here everyday and fantasize about marrying him, and then some.
I lit all the candles around me, that surrounded HIS pictures. I flopped back onto a large green pillow and started to think about him kissing me..
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Didn't mean for it to be so short! Sorry! I couldn't get into Parker's state of mind for this chapter.. I promise, the next Parker POV will be longer!
And I do believe next chappie will be in GORDO's POV!
*CHEERS* You like? You hate? 3-4-7-8! REVIEW if you want me to UPDATE! YEAH!
Look out for my new one chapter song fic, called 'He Proposed'. I'm writing it right after I post this!
Disclaimer: As you should all know by now, I own absolutely nothing related to Lizzie McGuire. Although I wish I owned Adam.. Don't we all?
Anyways, I got ten reviews, so I decided to make a new chapter. For each ten reviews, I'll make a new chapter. This is because I have three other stories I need to update, and I don't want to keep writing if no one is reading! So REVIEW!
Oh yeah, I have a new email address.. x0butterfly_starr0x@yahoo.com
This chapter is in.. Parker's POV!
***
PARKER'S POV
I flopped down onto my bed.
God. I wonder if they did it on purpose. Invited me over to their table so I could be tortured watching Lizzie and Gordo kiss. Watching her laugh at everything he says. That should be me! Sure, I turned him down because he was short before, but that was in the past! He's still short, but he's changed, mysteriously.
They didn't invite me to go to the beach with them this weekend. They didn't even tell me they were going. I mean, I wouldn't want to invite myself if I were them, seeing as how I freaked out last summer when Lizzie and Gordo.. Oh god, I can't even think about it. It makes my heart hurt.
But still, no one paid any attention to me at all. After Hawk Eye caught Lizzie and Gordo kissing, they both blushed and poked at their mystery meat with their plastic forks. After Hawk Eye yelled at them, spraying her spit all over the lunch table, Lizzie started talking to Claire and Miranda. Or, as they call each other, Claire-bo and Mander-babe. They call her Lizzie- lime. How sickening.
The upside is, Gordo started talking to me about the Rat Pack. Only thing is, all I could do was stare at him. I couldn't kiss him like Lizzie did.
God must hate me.
I need some weed. Only, I don't have any since Miranda called me over, and I couldn't find the Teas. Everyone else calls us the Tea Pots, but we just say, 'Hey, have you seen any of the other Teas?'. And so no weed for me.
I've gotten into sniffing hair spray lately. Just spray it into a towel, sniff, and instant high! I sometimes think I don't know myself. I don't. I mean, Lizzie and Gordo going out is really tearing me apart. But my parents are home right now..
And Miranda. I wish I were Miranda. She has two great friends, Lizzie and Claire, and not to forget Gordo. I have no one, because the Teas don't really count. They only like me because I have enough money to buy drugs sometimes.
We can't smoke at my house though. My parents had me when my mom was 14 and my dad was 15. Worse thing they ever did. Or at least, that's what I think. They say it was a mistake, but they don't regret it. Yeah right. They sure are happy with my little sister, Ami, and my newest little brat, my brother Alex. And I'm the one who's stuck watching them. They swear they love us all the same, but if they really did, they'd wonder where I was all the time when I'm not babysitting. Now they're 'all growed up' as the Rugrats would say, and are now Mr. And Mrs. Mature/Responsible Parents of America. I hate them.
Back to wishing I was Miranda.. Okay, the last THREE guys I liked ask Miranda out! Miranda turned two of them down because she found out I liked them. I didn't tell her I like Ash Davis, and they went out for 1 month. It was complete torture. So I decided to not try to sway my feelings for Gordo. It just ends up in more hurt than I normally am over not having Gordo.
What does Gordo see in Lizzie, anyways? She's a blonde! I'm a brunette! Wait, that's no reason to hate her.. Or for him to like me over her..
I went over to my closet and opened the door. I moved my clothes hamper, kicked a Hershey's bar wrapper aside, and squash an ant before I pressed on the small door in the corner of my closet.
You know how small the little attic square is on the ceiling? Well, this was that size; only it was low on the wall, close to the floor.
You know Helga from 'Hey Arnold!'? How she has an Arnold shrine in her closet? Well, in my small room, about the size of a large shower, I have a Gordo shrine. Everything, Gordo.. Obsessed? Yes. But crazy? No! Well, actually, yes.
I have pictures, empty soda cans, and a whole LOT of other stuff. I even have his gym shorts from last year. It's sick.. but I come here everyday and fantasize about marrying him, and then some.
I lit all the candles around me, that surrounded HIS pictures. I flopped back onto a large green pillow and started to think about him kissing me..
***
Didn't mean for it to be so short! Sorry! I couldn't get into Parker's state of mind for this chapter.. I promise, the next Parker POV will be longer!
And I do believe next chappie will be in GORDO's POV!
*CHEERS* You like? You hate? 3-4-7-8! REVIEW if you want me to UPDATE! YEAH!
Look out for my new one chapter song fic, called 'He Proposed'. I'm writing it right after I post this!