We Are Two Hearts but with One Beat

N/A this is my first Lizzie Mcguire Story, and I'm sure every other person on the planet has done a spin-off to what happens after the Lizzie Mcguire movie, but my story has a big cross-over in it. This is a description to the cross over "Where the virus came from no one knew. From deep space, bacterial warfare or some nation's scientific experiment gone horrifically wrong? Only an intensive inquiry could answer that. But there is no one left to hold such an inquiry. No adults anyway. And the few children left behind are too busy surviving to worry about what had plummeted them from a hi-tech world of sophistication - into a primitive hell of anarchy, confusion, danger and fear.

With no adults to guide, rule or protect them, the children of the world are on their own. Their task: to build a New World in their own image"... Yes…yes it is the tribe my dear friend. Unless you know not of this great cult post apocalyptic show than that was a brief description. Here is some more help if the most of you don't understand, a mysterious virus has wiped away the population of adults and young children of five and under to the graces of the underworld. Now our great Lizzie Mcguire characters are to survive with anything that they can too barter for food to live. But there is one thing that is in endless supply and that is hair dye and make-up. Mwahahahahaha enjoy! PS I don't own any of this to either the tribe or Lizzie Mcguire!

Chapter 1- The Big Death

"Gordo?" Lizzie intently admired Gordo while he looked out on the terrace of Rome from the back of the hotel roof.

"What…?"

Turning his face to meet with Lizzie, he noticed she had moved in for her lips to touch his. As fast as the moment was near Gordo closed his eyes as the sweet scent of Lizzie's new shampoo graced his nose. The moment had passed and the kiss was over…

Gordo shook his head and came out of his dream world.

"Huh what was that?"

Gordo let the surroundings of the hospital fled into his reality once again. The saturated hospital ward was filled with the scent of death. The room was damp and cold, and Gordo watched the last of his family line whither away on the drab hospital bed. He could not cry for no more tears came. The last weeks of grade nine we're ending, and in that time Lizzie broke up with him, and was deported with her brother to the countryside without even telling him. All that was left of her was the sweet scent on the simple note she gave him before she left. He fantasized constantly of the months and years before this desolation came to such a beautiful world.

"I asked if you could get me some water son?" Mr. Gordon made a hacking cough while he asked this.

"Oh yeah." Getting to his feet he did what his Father told him to do. Handing the glass of water to his father Mr. Gordon coughed again, this time bringing blood to the cloth that was held in his hand.

"David I'm not going to make it."

"No don't say that." Gordo discourteously replied to his father giving some hope.

After that the room became silent. Gordo sat back on his chair watching his father finish his drink and fall back asleep. Night came upon the dreary hospital, and all that was heard was noises of heart monitors beeping their last beeps, and the cries of children calling out to their parents. Gordo got use to these sounds, and blocked them out with the fantasy of going all the way with Lizzie. A half smile curled across his face when the inevitable happened the beeping sounds became louder. Gordo heard this once before and he knew what happened. Waking up to the sound of his dad's heart monitor beeping the last beep he could not cry. He just held the cold stiff hand that now replaced the warm one that use to walk him to pre-school.

"Goodbye Dad…"

Gordo let go of the hand, raised the sheet over the peaceful body, unhook the monitor and walked out of the room. Walking alone down the hospital halls all that could be heard were the shrieks and that endless creepy supply of monitor noise. Gordo just raced through his head and still walking he imagined of his happy spot. He did this all the way home. In doing what his father told him to do he grabbed a gun from his deceased fathers closet. Locked the doors and waited for morning.

"Gordo?" Lizzie intently admired Gordo while he looked out on the terrace of Rome from the back of the hotel roof.

"What…?"

Turning his face to meet with Lizzie, he noticed she had moved in for her lips to touch his. As fast as the moment was near Gordo closed his eyes as the sweet scent of Lizzie's new shampoo graced his nose. The moment had passed and the kiss was over…

Suddenly he awoke to the noises of pounding on the door. Hesitant to answer he waited forever to answer. With enough courage he unlocked the door, and held the gun at a perfect point ready to shoot. In opening the door he was shocked to see who it was

"Miranda…?"