Author's note: Bold font denotes Cartoon Lizzie.
This is my first Lizzie McGuire fanfic. Please note that it will not portray anything (in the way of couples) beyond what the series would. That means that L/G are NOT going on a date/getting married/having kids anytime soon.
Disclamer: Lizzie McGuire and all related characters, technologies, franchises, ect. belong to Disney Enterprises.

Seeing Double
Chapter One: The Wish

"Mum, Lizzie put gum in my hair!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Well, you were reading my diary!"
"Were not!"
"Kids…"
"Were too, you little rat!"
"Well, you were writing about boys again!"
"Were not!"
"Kids…"
"Oh, Ethan, he's so gorgeous, he's so pretty, he's so cute, he's…"
"That's it, Matt, you're toast!"
"KIDS!"
"What!"
Joanne McGuire stood menacingly over Elizabeth and Matthew, rolling pin in hand.
"Er… Mum, did I ever tell you how pretty you look in that new dress?"

Who does Matt think he is? Mum's had that dress since Frank Sinatra was considered hot. Move over Elvis, there's a new dinosaur in town!

"Nice try, Matt. Room, now!"
Matt, eight-year-old pain-in-the-neck, hung his head in a pathetic attempt to gain pity. Upon realising that that ploy wasn't going to work in a million years, he slowly trotted up the stairs.
Lizzie had almost made it too, when her mother bore down on her.
"Hold it!"
She fixed Lizzie with a stare so powerful it would make her cacti wither away.
"Elizabeth Taylor McGuire, get back down here this instant!"

There's one thing worse than your parents calling you by your full name… I just can't think of it right now.

"Why do you do it?"
"Do what?"
Lizzie put on her most clueless face (which, as Matt would say, wasn't very hard).
"Everything! I mean… you tease your brother almost every time you lay your eyes on him… I've lost count of how many times you two have argued over something or the other…"
"384," mumbled Sam McGuire behind The Herald.
"Whatever! What can I do to teach you respect for your siblings?"

You can get me a phone… on a private line… so I can talk to Ethan Craft all day…

"Room. Now!"
Lizzie muttered "That's just where I was going anyway" and stomped up the stairs into her room.

Lizzie lay sprawled across her bed, deep in thought…
If only Matt was never born… I'd be an only child…
She snuggled up to her pillow.
I wish I had a different life…

Outside, a being watched through Lizzie's bedroom window, a large cloak draped around it's shoulders. Not that it needed the cloak; the sky was rapidly growing darker and Lizzie was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice, or even care.
"Oh, McGuire, you should be careful of what you wish for…"