hey guys, so new story. new category for me too. so i woke up this morning/afternoon and when i got dowstairs i found out the LM movie was on, i managed to catch the end of it and as my disturbed mind always does managed to find chemistry in the weirdest of places: between Lizzie and Isabella...told ya it was weird...anyway, this story has been circling my head since this morning and needed let out so her it is! i must warn you though, its a lot less tame than my previous fics and although it wasnt meant to be turned out a leeetle smutty. this however is the edited smut version, the original was a LOT more graphic...too graphic for this site in my opinion...but anyways, i hope you enjoy this first (short) chapter, theres more on their way if anyone shows an interest and if not its still written for my own twisted amusement :P

so please read, enjoy and possibly review if you want to read more...the song i was listening to while writing this was someday we'll know by mandy moore, it seemed to fit for some reason..maybe it was just the lyrics "two years later youre still on my mind" but whatever...as always i dont own anything, it all belongs to disney and some other nice rich folks who certainly arent me...id really appreciate some feedback on this since the style is a little different that what im used to and as ive already said its more graphic than usual...but anyway, im gonna stop rambling now and let you read the story, it is and always will be a LIZZIE/ISABELLA fic, just to warn you again so trun back now all LG fans, there will be nooo lizzie/gordo action happening here :)...ENJOY!!!

xoxox

Becca

It's been two years since the trip that changed my life forever. Two years of questions, confusion and finally the realisation that if I wanted any answers there was only one place I was going to find them. Rome.

When I left after that whirlwind summer I was only fifteen and I couldn't deal with everything that was happening. My parents had been supportive of every decision I had made and even agree to let me stay in Italy if I wanted to. But I couldn't, Italy had changed my life that year but I wasn't ready for the changes it brought. So I ran: came back home, tried to be the same invisible clumsy girl I always had been and forget about everything that had happened, all the amazing adventures, the confusing feelings and the whirlwind life I had been living those few fantastical weeks.

It didn't exactly work out that way though; I was still clumsy of course, nothing could ever change that but everything else had changed. People recognised me when I moved onto high school. It was ridiculous to think that they wouldn't, I had sung live at the international music video awards. Of course people from the states watched them. I suddenly had more friends than I had ever had before in my life, and it was fun I suppose, but something was missing. And as much as I wanted to deny it I knew exactly what it was. I missed Isabella.

Gordo and Miranda were great; we managed to stay friends even with the drama high school brought. Gordo was my rock through it all. He was the main reason I was finally getting the courage now to return to Rome. It had been him who first voiced the question of my feeling towards Isabella and him who had first reassured me that it was okay not to be what people expected. That it was okay to have feelings for a girl.

I didn't know if she would still want me after all this time, but I desperately hoped she would, I didn't even know if when we came face to face I would still want her but I had to give it a shot. One thing that I had picked up from that summer was the confidence and daring to go after what I wanted without hesitating for so long and missing the opportunity like I always had in the past.

Isabella had said she would be waiting for me when I was ready to find her but two years is a long time, I don't know if she would have waited this long for me. We had only shared one night after all, was that enough for her to have given up two years for? For all I knew she might have moved on by now and barely even remember the girl she had sung with so long ago. But still I was going: Back to Rome to find her.