Lizzie's POV:

I screamed as I took one glance at the scene in my living room. Gordo lay cold and unmoving on the tan carpet with a picture in his hand. It was a picture of Miranda when we were about 12. Beside him, there was a note, and I picked it up, my eyes in tears.

The note read:

Dear Lizzie,

I'm sorry I had to leave you this way. I couldn't stand the thought of Miranda being alone in heaven or being with her gangster friends. I would've asked you about my decision, but I knew you would talk me out of it. Please, Lizzie, don't be sad because I'm in a better place than this wretched world. As you read this, I am probably with Miranda right now; we'll be back for you Lizzie. Join us, please, I left the knife in my right hand, I'm pretty sure. Goodbye forever, Lizzie McGuire.

Gordo

I dropped the paper that had been weighted down by my tears. I grabbed Gordo's left hand, feeling to see if he was still possibly alive; he wasn't. Where the knife had struck his chest was covered in cold, red blood and the knife blade still in the open flesh.

I hopped up from the dead Gordo and into my own room where I had hidden a captured picture from Miranda's house. It was a picture of mine and Gordo's first kiss, taken by Kate. I hugged it close to my chest as I thought of the dead body that lay in my own apartment. Feeling weary, although having so much rest, I dropped my body on the soft bed and slept.

Matt's POV:

My sister and I had some pretty humbling moments as we grew older. Now that we're both moved out and going to college, I feel like we're closer. She doesn't call me a lot, so I thought it was nice when she called this morning. I picked up the phone and was suddenly silenced by her grave voice.

So here I am now, my parents and I are at the door of Lizzie's apartment, awaiting the pale face of the devastated Lizzie McGuire. When the door swung open after the first rap on the door, I knew she had been eagerly awaiting our arrival, maybe too eagerly. She flung into my mom's arms and cried.

I, myself, walked a few steps into the apartment and found Gordo on the floor with a knife in his chest. I leaned down to feel him, and I told myself that he was for sure dead. The tears came to my eyes as I saw the broken picture that lay beside him. It was a picture of Lizzie and Gordo kissing, their first kiss judging by their age. I picked it up, sweeping away the broken glass and feeling the photograph itself. I put it back in its broken glass case and cried.

Just then, the apartment shook. I clutched onto the carpet as Gordo's lifeless body rolled away. Lizzie and my mom let out a scream as my dad shouted for us to hold onto something. One step ahead of you, Dad.

Then there were voices. They seemed to be saying, "Lizzie." Lizzie shrieked as she realized this too. I grabbed harder onto the carpet, when suddenly I saw two figures forming in the corner of the room.

"Lizzie," the girl figure said, "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Yeah," the boy figure said, "You could've stopped me too, if you hadn't been so tired and selfish!"

"No!" Lizzie shouted. "Go away!"

"Is that anyway to treat your friends?" the two figures said in unison.

"Lizzie, It's me, Miranda," the girl figure said.

"And Gordo," the boy figure added.

"No!" Lizzie screamed again. "You aren't my friends. You're scaring me and my family and tearing up my apartment!"

"Well, you aren't going to be living for much longer," Miranda's ghost said.

"Don't you want to join us?" Gordo's ghost added.

"I," Lizzie looked around at us, "I don't know."

"We'll be back tomorrow at this exact time to see if you've made up your mind," they both said in unison and then disappeared.

The apartment shook back into its normal position and we all stumbled, me loosing my grip of the carpet. We all took a look at the clock. They would be back at 12:34pm tomorrow.

"Lizzie," I spoke softly, "Do you want them to take you?"

Lizzie burst into tears, "I-I- I don't know. There's nothing for me to live for now anyways."

"Lizzie, there's plenty to live for," Mom said.

"For you, you have friends!" Lizzie stumbled over to the couch and closed her eyes.

"You're not going to sleep away the possible last 24 hours of your life, are you?" I asked in skepticism.

Lizzie nodded and mumbled something to herself. Then she looked up toward the sky and shouted, "God, take me home!" She went back into her huddled ball and whimpered as she mumbled, "God, take me home," over and over again.

"Lizzie, let's go get some fresh air," I said, making a suggestion. Lizzie just nodded, not even attempting to go fix herself up. We just walked outside. We walked down to the juice bar down the street and I sat Lizzie in one of the tables in the back, while I went to the bathroom.

Lizzie's POV:

I looked around the juice shop to see no one I particularly knew. I looked down at the silverware to see a spoon, a fork, and a knife. Most people in that state would've picked up the knife or fork and at least hesitated to kill themselves. But I picked up the spoon wondering if I could scoop my shattered heart out and throw it on the ground. I put down the spoon and picked up the fork wondering if I could gauge my eyes out and then poke it through my brain in a more painful death. Just out of curiosity, I poked it to my forehead. It hurt. I put down the fork and picked up the last utensil, the knife. The only logical place to jab that would be my heart, where it would hurt most. I brought the knife closer and closer to my chest when I suddenly felt a warm hand on mine.

I looked up to see a familiar looking man smiling down at me. "Lizzie," he said with a charming smile, "do you know who I am?"

I shook my head but then looked deeper into his eyes. I gave up, and then with a croaky voice I asked his name.

"My name is Ethan," the man said with a shimmer in his eyes.

"Ethan Craft?" I asked, suddenly realizing that my middle school crush was standing right before me with a smile on his face.

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. "And I just caught you before you died."

"Oh Ethan, everything has been horrible since high school, when you left," I sobbed. Ethan had moved to L.A. during the freshman year, in which Lizzie pinpointed her life going down in flames. So she spilled out what happened and Ethan listened to the end.

"So are you here with someone? If I were you, I would stay in my house hiding under the bed," Ethan laughed.

I then remembered Matt. "Oh he's in the bathroom. Do you remember my brother, Matt?"

Ethan nodded, "Yeah, he's cool. Where's your place?"

"Down the street," I said absently. I then gasped in remembrance, "my place, Miranda and Gordo's ghosts! I can't go back there. What do I do?"

"You mean their ghosts came after you?" Ethan said, puzzled. "You can't run from them, Lizzie. They are inside of you, they're your memories. What you have to do is tell them that you don't want to die."

"I wish they were still alive!" I sobbed and cried onto Ethan's shoulder.

"It's okay Lizzie," he said to me reassuringly, "We all have to deal with these things. My mom died last summer and now I don't have anything either. But you don't see me almost stabbing a knife into my heart in a juice shop."

I giggled, "I guess you're right." True, it wasn't anything to giggle about, but he said it with the funniest face I have ever seen. "Ethan, I've always liked you."

"I've always liked you too, Lizzie McGuire," Ethan said with a bright white smile.

We kissed but were interrupted by Matt walking up to us and saying, "Jeez, it hasn't been twenty-four hours since your boyfriend died, Lizzie."

I pulled away from the kiss and jerked my head away from Ethan's, almost bopping him in the nose. "Hi Matt, you remember Ethan?"

"I do," Matt said with the biggest grin on his face, "You two kids getting married someday soon?"

I blushed and Ethan said coolly, "When we feel like it." I laughed and Ethan joined me.

The next day at exactly 12:33, Ethan and I stood alone in the living room, awaiting the arrival of my ghost friends. The dishes in the kitchen started to clatter and Ethan and I clutched the sofa, watching Gordo's still dead body roll around the apartment.

"Lizzie," the two spirits said in unison, "We have come back, as promised. What is your decision?"

"I don't want to die," I said, gulping a big gulp of courage.

"What?" Miranda asked furiously.

"I-I-I don't want to leave this earth. My family would be miserable, my other friends wouldn't be too happy…"

"Other friends?" the two infuriated spirits asked ferociously.

"Well, we've- we've all had our other friends, like Miranda and her gang, and Gordo and his nerd friends. I have other people that care about me too. Ethan is going to be my new boyfriend," I said nervously.

"New boyfriend?" Gordo's spirit glared at me accusingly.

"Well," I started weakly and then paused. I then realized that these were my friends, no matter that they were ghosts. I started again enraged with anger, "You guys can't tell me what to do! First of all, if Miranda gets to be on drugs then I get to be doing whatever I want. If Gordo can stab himself, in which your blood has permanently ruined the carpet, then I can date Ethan. You guys were my friends, but now you're just bullies. You heard me, bullies. You're mean and don't understand that maybe I don't want to die right now. I'll die when I feel like it, so leave me alone!"

"Whoa, Lizzie, way to go!" Ethan cheered.

"Silence!" Miranda ordered him.

Mad, again, I shouted at her, "Don't boss my new boyfriend around either! You're just jealous because you liked him in middle school!"

"Lizzie," Gordo's ghost sat on the couch, "We still love you. We want you to be with us. We'll come back every day at 12:34, waiting for you to make up your mind."

"Yeah," Miranda's ghost added and they flashed out of the apartment.

"Lizzie, I'm so sorry for you," Ethan said.

"That's okay," I smiled. "At least I still have my friends."

Ethan's POV (one year later):

Lizzie and I turned out to be the perfect match for me. Even though, I admit, I was a little air-headed in middle school, now I'm a lawyer. Lizzie and I are married by almost one month now and we love it. We're hoping to have a few kids in the next few years, but I'm not the one who's going to be home with them.

We sold the apartment, not even trying hard to get out Gordo's blood. They have had so many people live in that apartment since Lizzie and Gordo, it's funny. The apartment is still haunted; Gordo and Miranda come at 12:34 each day. Soon, they'll figure out where we live and come after us. But until then, Lizzie and I are going to be just fine.

THE END

I know it was long, but I really don't want to do a third chapter. I hope you liked it; it was just something that came to mind. I love all of you who have reviewed, keep doing it!