Hotel Paper Chapter 10: Hotel Paper, a lizzie mcguire fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or anything related to it. The song "Miss You More" belongs to BBMak, and "Hotel Paper" to Michelle Branch. Callie, Ryan, Jay and Tammy are ours, though.

Chapter 10. Hotel Paper

Lizzie woke up late the next morning, a growing headache pounding in her head. She groaned and tried to clear her thoughts, with no success. Last thing she remembered was writing some lines in her notebook, and having Jay's shirt on, after crying over some music on her radio. She looked down at Jay's shirt and let out a small yelp. Apparently, she had also cried during the night, which had caused her to stain it. Sighing, she took the clothe off slowly and caressed it, then placed it on her counter gently. Why did she need him so much? She placed her hair in a messy ponytail and walked to her bedroom, grabbing some comfortable clothes, before heading to the bathroom. 15 minutes later, and wearing a black zip up MaDe hoodie with white sweatpants, her hair in a nice high ponytail and her face makeup clear, she sat back on her couch and inspected the stains. It wasn't that bad, only that she wasn't quite sure of how to clean them off... Her phone rang, startling her, and she reluctantly picked it up.
"Hello?" Lizzie asked on the phone.

"Hi, honey!" Jo's voice said. Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Listen, we were all going to have a McGuire's family day out... apparently, Bella has some news to tell us"

"Uhm, sure, I'll go," Lizzie said, uninterested. "Where is it?"

"Just come home. We'll all leave from here," Jo said. Lizzie sighed.

"Whatever you say, mom. Bye," Lizzie replied. She hung up and ran her hand through her hair slowly. She knew she'd gain nothing by saying no. She had learned that the hard way, besides, she only had to smile.
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Bella looked around, rather bored. Her mother had picked a nice park for them to spend the day at, and she wasn't feeling so comfortable at the idea. To top of it all, Lizzie was awfully quiet. She wanted to give her sister some time, but she needed her by her side when she broke out the news.
"Mom?" Lizzie suddenly said. They all turned to her. "I'm not feeling so well. Do you mind if I leave? I-I just don't think I can manage to put myself through this" Jo nodded, concerned, and Lizzie started walking out.

"Don't you need a ride?" Sam asked, equally as worried. Lizzie shook her head.

"Sorry, guys. Maybe I'll be fine by tomorrow," Lizzie muttered, closing her eyes. "Why don't we go out for dinner then? I'll have more time for myself, and I'll get to clear up my head..."

"I'll call you," Bella said. Lizzie nodded and turned around again, walking away from them.
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The next night, after spending most of the earlier day drowning in self-pity, Lizzie finally cleaned up... quite nicely. She applied soft pink gloss in her lips and divided her golden hair in carefully molded ringlets after brushing it to make it shiny. She grabbed her newest dress, a pretty light-pink strapless one with a hot pink ribbon around her waist and a bow at the left front. It was the Lizzie-est dress ever. Cute, simple and delicate, besides extremelly beautiful. Even Gordo was surprised at how pretty she looked. Bella wrapped her arms around her tiny waist gently.
"Lizzie, are you okay?" Bella whispered. Lizzie nodded and smiled.

"It's ok, Bell. I-I've just gotta... do this," Lizzie whispered back. She sounded a little hurt. "I can't keep going back for more. It kills me. He never knew how much he meant to me" Bella pursed her lips. Of all the things she had seen in her sister, resigning was the worst of them. She couldn't see her like this. Lizzie put on her sad smile again and walked over to Tammy, who placed an arm around her also.
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Bella grabbed her phone slowly, and placed it on her ear. After a long wait, she heard someone picking it up.
"Hello?" a groggy voice said. She took a deep breath and clutched her fists to her chest. "Hel-lo?"

"Jay? This is Bella, Lizzie's sister," she said. Silence on the other line. "Don't hang up on me, please. We need to talk"

"I wasn't gonna, actually," he replied. "You surprised me. Is something wrong?" She sighed. His tone was still a little cold.

"Lizzie didn't want to leave you," she blurted out. "I made her come because I screwed up really badly... I needed her to help me clean this whole mess up"

"So? How is this supposed to affect me?" he harshly inquired. "Look, Lizzie and I both fucked up. I can't keep sticking around, nor I'll ask her to"

"I-I know that, ok? She's told me some stuff... She has your shirt?" Bella said. "She said you probably sent it because it has her smell. That's rude"

"Look, I keep a pillow with Lizzie's scent. I don't need a shirt to remember me of her... besides, I didn't send it on purpose. Someone must've misplaced it," Jay said, his voice now softened a little. "Your sister, she's driven me completely crazy, and she doesn't seem to know it. I do love her, but she's played with me, torn my heart and-I still can't manage to get her out" Bella smiled a little. Lizzie did have that effect on people... even Gordo had remained silently crushing on her. "I can't not love her, Bella. She completes me"

"Good, 'cause I'm not telling you to stop loving her... In fact, she's awfully missing you too," Bella pointed. "I know you don't wanna come back, but... One of our oldest best friends is getting married this weekend, and she wants Lizzie to sing. Now, Lizzie refused because she said she wouldn't have her band, but..."
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"Randa, give it up," Lizzie said that same evening, while drinking some coffee with her old best-friend. Miranda gave her an exasperated look. "Besides, I wouldn't have the time. C'mon, I have to go to the bridesmaid's fittings, practice with my band and find a song for you? Nuh-uh" Miranda took a sip of her drink and Lizzie's cellphone rang. "Hey, Cal! What's up? ...No, you cannot be serious! Callie, you're seriously starting to disturb me" Miranda smirked. She knew what was happening. Being unable to confess to Lizzie or even Tammy, Bella had turned to her. Lizzie hung up, looking a little pale, and Miranda smiled at her. "You guys are evil. I don't even have a date to your wedding yet"

"Don't worry, I can hook you up..." Miranda said, grinning widely. Lizzie sighed and hid her face in her arms, while her friend laughed.
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Lizzie got back into her house and threw her purse to her couch, rushing to turn the stereo on. Soon enough, she found the same song from a couple of days before.
"There are so many reasons that I find to run to you
Cos there's so little loving in my life, now I am wawy
And thinking about it I want things back how they used to be
There is no way round it, nothing good comes easily
So much between us and we both know that it's wrong
So I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong

So many feelings emotions running away with me
Cos it's you that I believe in and I love this one so deep
So much between us and we both know that it's wrong
Now I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong
Back where I belong

So I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong
Back where I belong

So here I am all by myself thinking of you nobody else
There is a feeling inside and as hard as I try it just won't go away
Are you finding it hard it all on your own
Having to face each night alone
Knowing that you are the one with the love that I need
And I miss you more each day"
Closing her eyes, Lizzie grabbed one of her pillows and threw it across the room. Sure, songs always spoke her truth. She just didn't want to hear about it anymore.

End of chapter.

"I write mostly on Hotel Paper
Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room
I'd be out of line telling you, "leave her"
So I lie lonely surrounded by you
by you

Lately I can't be happy for no one
They think I need some time to myself
I try to smile but I can't remember
And I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else

And I wanted to be giving you everything that she's not giving
And I wanted to see
'Cause I didn't believe what i'd been hearing

You turned out to be more than I bargained for
And I can tell that you need to get away
Forgive me if I admit that I'd love to love you
We both realized it way too late

And I wanted to be
Giving you everything that she's not giving
And I wanted to see
'Cause I didn't believe what I'd been hearing

Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean
I write mostly on Hotel Paper"