A/N: Hey, guys! I was itching to write this story, so here's the first chapter! BTW, my other story was rated T just to be safe. It could have been for kids. However, this fic IS RATED T FOR A REASON! Later chapters will get a little…if-y for kids under 13 to read. This should be fine, though, since I'm a teenager and I'm writing it. :P I will update my other story soon!

Gordo and Keith stood at the bottom of the stairs, Keith patiently waiting as if he had done this a million times before while Gordo leaned against the banister tapping his foot nervously. "Dude," Keith thumped Gordo on the back, "chill. You'll be fine." Gordo raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Just then, Lizzie descended down the stairs with Miranda on her heels. They were both beautiful from head to toe and ready to greet their prom dates.

"Hey, Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed, coming up to her date and looking him over. "You cleaned up nicely," she joked, slapping his arm playfully.

"You don't look so bad yourself," he gave her a soft kiss. "I got you this…you can, like, wear it if you want." He held out a corsage with red roses that complimented Lizzie's gray and white dress nicely.

"Mmm, roses are my favorite." Lizzie placed the flowers on her wrist. "Don't be nervous." She added, kissing his cheek. Gordo nodded unsurely.

Keith and Miranda exchanged kisses and Keith gave her a gorgeous corsage with orchids and white roses in it.

The two couples headed out to Gordo's Toyota Scion (A/N: I am so proud of myself for looking that up!) and drove to a large, elegant hotel, singing along to the radio the whole way.

When they got to the hotel, dance music blared out of the large dining room on the left. Keith, Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo glanced at the room. Elegantly decorated, the room was filled with teenagers. Several tables were pushed against the walls, and refreshments were on a buffet table close to the door.

"Let's dance," Gordo said, feeling much more playful. He pulled Lizzie out onto the dance floor. She squealed with joy and followed him willingly. Everyone danced the night away.

When the dance was over around 10:00, Lizzie and Gordo dropped Miranda and Keith off at their houses, then continued their car ride in silence. Lizzie stared out the window at the shimmering houselights of Hillridge, California. It was hard to believe that her senior year was almost over and that soon she would be across the country at NYU. All she had ever wanted was to be grown up and independent, and now adulthood was staring her in the eye. Her teen years had gone by so much faster than she thought they would. Gordo interrupted his girlfriend's thoughts with, "My parents are out of town. Wanna come over for a little bit before curfew?"

"I'd love to," Lizzie said, but she didn't sound so happy.

"Liz," Gordo reached over and took her hand. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," she mumbled, trying to pull her hand away. His grip was tight, but loving.

"There's more than that." He smiled and squeezed her hand softly.

"Well," she croaked, "I mean…our whole lives have flashed before our eyes. In a few months we're going to be going to college all the way across the country. I feel so…so old." Gordo chuckled. "See, I knew you'd laugh!" Lizzie added, turning away from him and gazing back out of his car window.

"Honey, I'm not laughing. I feel the same way. At least we're going to have each other at college, right?"

"Right. I wish Miranda was going there, too."

"Me too. But we'll keep in touch. We've all got plans for our futures and sometimes that means we have to go to different places to figure them out."

"What are your plans?"

"You know what my plans are." Lizzie shot a questioning look at him, and he continued. "I want to get out of college, give directing a shot, and marry you. I thought you knew all that."

"Well, I didn't know about the last part," Lizzie blushed.

"Really? That's funny…that's the most important part of my plan." Lizzie laughed.

"I love you, Gordo."

"Love you too, Liz. Love you too."

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A few scented candles filled the room with a bitter-sweet smell. The living room was dark except for the flickering light of the TV. Two lumps were sprawled out on the couch; these two lumps were Lizzie and Gordo, asleep in each other's arms. Lizzie stirred in her sleep, cuddling closer to her boyfriend. "Gordo, I'm cold." She murmured, tucking some blonde hair behind her ear.

"The heater's broken," Gordo replied, sounding quite drunk due to the fact that he was half-awake. He reached onto the floor and picked up the blanket that they had kicked while dozing. He fiddled with it for several moments before giving up and discarding the tangled fabric.

"I should really go home." Lizzie said, making no effort to get up.

"Yeah, let's go. I'll give you a ride." He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Jeez, you're even responsible when you're half-awake." Lizzie nuzzled her head into Gordo's chest, trying to get comfortable.

"You mentioned it, not me. I was perfectly content."

"What time is it?"

Gordo glanced at the VCR clock. "12:09."

"Mmmmm. I'm 10 minutes late for curfew."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure that won't make your dad happy."

"Oh gosh, I didn't think about him. Okay, I'm up." Lizzie stood up and looked for her shoes. On the way to the front door, Lizzie quickly fixed her distraught hair; best not to risk giving her dad any ideas.

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After a good-night kiss with Gordo, Lizzie snuck in through the front door, trying to avoid her parents.

"Lizzie, is that you?" Her mother called from the living room. Lizzie grimaced and backtracked into the living room.

"Yeah. Hey, Mom, Dad."

"Where were you?" Sam asked, sounding quite worried.

"Gordo and I went to get food, and we got stuck in traffic. Sorry."

"How was the prom?" Jo asked, completely ignoring her husband's annoyed glares.

"It was wonderful, Mom. So…magical."

"I'm so glad, sweetheart."

"I'm gonna head up to bed, now. G'night, Mom, Dad."

"Night, honey."

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The sun shining in her eyes woke Lizzie up. She rubbed at her hazel eyes and stretched, ready to spend her Saturday with her best friend and boyfriend. She walked down the stairs to get the paper and check the weather (as was her daily routine). Down on the porch, a small envelope had been left.

Lizzie McGuire, it read. Lizzie stooped to pick it up. Opening it, she immediately regretted ever coming downstairs. Ever waking up. Ever being born.

WATCH OUT. WE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.

A/N: Okay, here's the first chapter. Tell me if you want more. PLEASE REVIEW! I LIVE FOR THOSE THINGS! :P This is just getting the story started, sorry it was slow.

Till next time, Lucy