Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lizzie McGuire.

I'd like to have just one morning where my mom wasn't standing in the kitchen trying to shove a piece of fruit or some other healthy thing down my throat, I thought as I turned down her breakfast. I just wasn't hungry. She told me to sit down anyways and I found myself wondering why I even came downstairs in the first place.

Reluctantly, I picked up a piece of toast and began to chew on it. Maybe if I did it enough, she'd get off my back. I hated that look she had. The look that told me we needed to talk.

"Miranda," she started.

Oh great, I thought. And here it comes…

"I got a call from Miss McGuire last night. It turns out that Lizzie came home in tears. Now, she's really upset and I just want to know if, maybe, you might have said or done anything to make her cry."

As my mothers words made their way into my ears, I thought about the night before. That bloody kiss just kept coming back into my mind. And those words. 'I'm in love with you, Miranda.' I shuddered at the memory and pushed away my plate.

Standing up from the table, I told my mom exactly what I knew she'd want to hear. "Nothing happened last night. I don't now why she was crying." If only that were true, I thought as I made my way up the stairs and back to bed.

I let out a loud sigh as I pulled the covers over my head. I closed my eyes tight and tried to go back to sleep. Maybe the day would go by faster if I just went back to sleep.

I suddenly felt something. Someone or something was tapping me. I thought I was alone.

I pulled the covers off as I sat up and saw Lizzie sitting on my bed. Behind her was my curtain, blowing in wind because the window has been opened.

"You've gotta be kidding me," I said under my breath. I collapsed back into by bed and closed my eyes again.

"We need to talk about last night, Miranda."

Oh Christ, not now, I thought.

"Talk about what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"What else? About what happened last night." On her hands and knees, Lizzie crawled until she was lying next to me and we were both looking at my ceiling. I moved as far away from her as I could with out rolling off the bed.

"Look, nothing happed, ok? I felt nothing," I tried to convince her.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked me, confident that I was wrong.

"What?"

"Well, are you sure that you felt nothing? It looks, to me, like you have a guilty conscience. Did you even tell Jessica about what went on here last night?"

"No. I didn't tell her. It really did slip my mind," I lied. Very little time had gone by where I wasn't thinking about it. But not for the same reasons she had in mind.

"Or maybe it's because you liked it and you feel bad for that."

This caused me to sit up again. "You're insane," I told her "I have a girlfriend." But for how much longer, I wondered.

"I just can't believe you, Miranda. You met this girl, what, four days ago and you're just willing to throw away our friendship for it?" Lizzie took my hand in hers and kissed it. I was just so glad that Jessica wasn't here to see this. "I've known you longer. I know you better. What I feel for you, Miranda, it's real. Jessica will be gone by the end of the summer, but I'll always be here. Do you really want to give up our friendship for the girl?"

I found all of this talk about throwing away—giving up our friendship a bit over the top. "Why do you keep saying that? I know you like me and everything, but I'm with Jessica. I don't see why we can't be friends," I told her.

She let go of my hand, the first right move from her in a while. "You don't get it, do you? Jessica is a bitch and I've had it. This is where I draw the line. You can't be with her and be friends with me at the same time."

I don't know why Jessica had such a strong hold over me. Is it possible to feel so strongly for someone you've only known for a few days? I felt it. This feeling had taken over me so fast and I liked it. No ultimatum could take it away from me.

"So, it's me or her. A girl who's leaving next month, or your best friend in the world."

"For someone who claims to be my best friend, Lizzie, you sure don't know how to act like one. Are you sure you want to make me choose, knowing that you'll be on the losing side?" I crossed my arms over her chest as watched her as her eyes opened wide. She didn't see it coming.

She shook her head. "Unbelievable. I just don't get you anymore."

I got out of bed and pointed to the window, motioning for her to leave. "It's funny, Lizzie. I was about to say the exact same thing."

Lizzie stood up and prepared to climb out the window. I knew she was angry at me. To be honest, I thought that she was just angry for the moment. She'd get over it and things would be right again. That was before she said it to me. The words that sent shivers down my spine and made me terrified. Terrified of her—of what was going to happen next and even after that.

"This isn't over. This isn't going to end well, Miranda. You're going to regret this!"