Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
AU - High School - ( It's a short-er one...and was supposed to be released on Halloween 😅 ) _________________________________
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_________________________________ "Aubrey, I'm panicking! What if she doesn't show up? All of this will be for nothing."
Elizabeth slipped on her leather gloves, her reflection in the mirror staring back with the same anxious tension twisting in her chest. Behind her, Aubrey approached with the calm confidence of someone who'd seen this coming a mile away.
"Lizzie, relax. Breathe," Aubrey said, resting her hands on Lizzie's shoulders. "Tonight's the night I finally get you and Y/N together. That girl is in love with you. You're both just too damn stubborn to admit it. This Halloween party? It's destiny. Plus, you look hot. Y/N won't stand a chance."
Lizzie let out a shaky breath that turned into a laugh, her lips curling into a small smile. She met Aubrey's eyes in the mirror, grateful for her friend's certainty. Just as she began to settle, her phone buzzed on the vanity. The smile vanished.
"Scarlett?" Lizzie answered quickly.
"Lizzie, there's a problem..." Scarlett's voice crackled through the speaker. "Y/N's bringing someone. She called to ask if it was okay—"
"And you said yes?!" Lizzie snapped, her stomach dropping. "Scar, no. This can't be happening."
Aubrey frowned. "What's going on?"
Lizzie put the call on speaker.
"I'm sorry," Scarlett said, sighing. "But Y/N begged me to let her bring a plus one."
"Unbelievable." Aubrey grabbed her phone from her bag and started dialing furiously. "Dammit, she's not answering," she muttered, tossing the phone onto the couch.
"Lizzie, just get here," Scarlett insisted. "It'll be fine. We'll make it work. Aubrey, make sure she gets here."
When the line went dead, the silence in the room felt heavier than before. Lizzie slumped into the vanity chair, defeated. This was supposed to be the night, the night she finally told Y/N Y/L/N how she felt.
Y/N Y/L/N: the golden girl of Westview High. Captain of both the soccer and basketball teams, adored by teachers, classmates, and just about pretty much anyone who knows her. But she wasn't like the typical popular kids. Y/N was kind, grounded, the kind of person who stayed late to help clean up after pep rallies and volunteered at the community center every weekend.
Lizzie, Aubrey, and Scarlett, on the other hand, ruled the drama club. They weren't unpopular, but they existed in a different orbit filled with scripts, costumes, and backstage chaos.
Then, in their senior year, everything changed. Y/N joined drama class "for fun," she said, and somehow, she and Lizzie just clicked. Late-night rehearsals turned into inside jokes, inside jokes turned into long talks, and somewhere along the way, Lizzie fell for her. Hard.
