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It's me.

first love is the perfect love.

Something I won't know for two more months because my Amish father won't let

date or use electricity until I'm 16.

But what's the difference?

With this gigantic zit on my face, no boy would want me anyway.

At least not one worth writing about.

Dee told me to put toothpaste on it. Apparently she thinks it should be

-free and mini -fresh.

Is getting in my business part of the stepmother job description?

I liked it better back in the day when it was just me, Miles, and Dad.

Well, it's getting late. I better say goodnight.

Ah!

Morning, everybody!

Hey, Mo, what's happening? Sorry I overslept. I'll scramble you some eggs

sec. Slow down, Mo.

They already cooked breakfast.

And it's not half bad, either.

Frank. When a woman gets up at dawn, runs down to the 7 -Eleven, plows

eight guys with squeegees yelling, yo, baby, can you help a brother out?

Honey, breakfast isn't half bad. It is the bomb.

Hello.

Excuse me, Huxtables.

Why did somebody wake me up?

Moesha, you do this every morning. I figured you deserve a break.

That's so sweet, Dee, but I'm going to take it from here.

Daddy, give me your plate. I'll fix you some real pancakes.

You touch my plate, punk, and you're going to pull back a nub.

Morning, peeps. What's up, Matt?

Hey, Hakeem. Little Pete.

Sorry I'm late.

Hook a brother up?

Hakeem, does your mother ever cook breakfast?

Frank, be nice.

Ah, Mr. Mitchell.

Yeah, he sure knew what you was doing.

Finally got somebody up in here who can throw down with the grub, huh?

Ow! What'd you do that for?

You had an itch. No, I didn't.

Ow!

You better say you got an itch, bro.

I'll be working late tonight, honey.

Midnight madness.

If I sell enough Saturns, we might be able to get that little house up in

Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills?

Shoot, he got to sell Saturns from here too, Saturn.

Well, if anybody can do it, my salesman of the month can.

Come here, baby. Let me give you some good luck sugar.

Daddy. Yeah, baby.

Can I hang out at the dinner tonight?

Mo, are you sure it's a school night? Hold on, hold on just a second.

Mo, who all is going to be there?

Oh, just some friends.

Mm -hmm. And would these friends be made of sugar and spice and everything nice

or rusty butts and one -track minds?

Both. I'm going with Trina and Kim.

Uh -oh. You were out the door till you said the K word.

Oh, come on, Daddy. They're just my homies. It's not like I'm going on a

something. Better not, because you ain't dating till you're 25. You said 16.

21. 16. 18, and I'll throw in a 7.

16, and I will be walking. Thank you very much.

Daddy. Yeah, Mom. If you pick up some sausage, I'll fix you a really great

breakfast tomorrow.

Well, that sounds good, baby.

Gotta go.

Little man.

Hakeem, don't be in my house when I get back.

Just saving the best for last, baby.

See you when I get back.

Miles, you better get a move on if I'm going to drop you off at school.

Oh, I'll walk him.

Walk me.

Do I look like a dog to you?

You don't want to ride to school? Oh, no thanks. We'll walk. Work out those

blueberry pecan pancakes.

Suit yourselves.

Oh, dinner is at 5 .30 sharp. Don't be late.

See you, Hakeem.

What you turn down a ride for?

Man, it's bad enough she teaches at our school. We don't have to ride with her.

Dad, I take my dad to one parent -teacher night, and I wind up living

Poppins.

I mean, she's only been here a month, and already she's taking over.

Taking over what?

She's cooking breakfast, driving people to school, and not to mention, she's

sleeping with my dad.

That mom is cool.

You don't understand.

This is my house.

I'm the one who's been taking care of everybody for the last three years.

Cooking, cleaning, raising that knucklehead mouth.

Shoot, I dang near raised you.

Hey, Moesha, how you doing? I'm cool. What's up? How about a strawberry celery

smoothie? Girl, is that good for the skin? Because this bit has got me

like the Crypt Keeper.

Yeah, I was going to ask you who your new friend was. He just waving. Hey,

Just dab some toothpaste on it. That'll dry right up.

Andell, you ever been in love?

I've been in it, around it, through it. I haven't been to the bank with it.

you hold your attention.

I mean, what she means is, are you trying to play basketball this year now

you are fine and everything?

It looks to me like you've had enough chocolate.

Hope to see you all here tonight.

I'll be reading my poetry around here.

So what does Ohaji mean?

Young black guy?

It means conquering warriors.

Ooh, I surrender.

I was wondering if you had them notes from English class.

Oh, yeah, I got them. Can I borrow them, please?

It's may I borrow them, and no, you can't. Oh, it's like that, huh?

I'll be over there. You can't.

I'm sorry.

You may sit your can on my lap and watch me if you're afraid I'm going to steal

your precious notes.

Honey, I would sit in your lap if you was Santa Claus.

I would, and I've been real naughty.

Dang, respect yourself, Rudolph.

I'll be right over.

Peace, my sisters.

Bye.

What's up with you and O 'Hadji? Nothing, just educating the masses.

You know this is our one -week anniversary of us creeping around,

Yeah, seven days, five hours, and 22 minutes of my father knowing absolutely

nothing. There you go. And I wrote a poem in honor of our secret love.

And I call it Secret Love.

Catchy.

I dream of your sweet kiss, soft, warm, and gentle, your eyes closed,

your lips next to mine.

I dream of your sweet kiss.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

I was just visualizing.

Your words. They're so visual.

All sorts of visions.

Just come to mind.

How much is your rent?

Hakeem, if you do see Moesha, please ask her to phone home.

Yes, I saved you a plate.

And your mother, too.

Okay, bye -bye.

Frank, Hakeem hasn't seen Moesha even.

Honey, if she's over an hour late, I'm starting to get a little worried.

Me, too.

Can we eat?

All right, Dee, I'll drive around, see if I can find her.

Dinner's served. Better sit down before it gets cold.

Favorite broccoli.

I don't like broccoli.

Moesha, where have you been?

In the kitchen.

Oh, you mean before that.

I was kicking it with some friends.

You know how we kids are today.

You can teach us how to tell time, but you cannot make us wear a watch.

Moesha, you're going to have to come up with an excuse much better than that.

Yeah, much better than that. You're playing dandy like soccer.

Hey, I'm the good one.

Marisha, we want a straight answer. Take it easy, Dee.

Mo's fine.

And that's the most important thing. Now let's eat.

Frank, may I talk with you for a moment, please?

See? Now you got Dad in trouble, too.

What's going on, baby? Frank, why do you keep doing that?

Doing what?

Coming between Moesha and me, I can't say one word without you jumping in.

when? Like this morning when Moesha wanted to go to the den. Honey, you

say anything. That's because you cut me off.

Every time I try to... Oh, come on. I did not cut you off. You're

You did it again. You did it again. You cut me off with your Christopher Darden

jumping in self.

Then why do I have to be Christopher Darden?

Why can't I be Johnny Cochran? At least he's still got most of his hair.

I'm not laughing, Frank.

Yeah, I noticed.

All right.

Frank, Moesha and I are never going to establish a relationship if you keep

coming between us. You're not letting me help you, Razor, and it's making me

feel like an outsider.

Look, Dee, I'm sorry.

It's just that for the past three years, it's been me and those kids.

I've had to be both father and mother.

So how do you want to handle this? Oh, Frank.

Not me, we, as in 50 -50.

Is that a real 50 -50, or is it like the 50 -50 that's got me sleeping in a pink

canopy bed?

You said you liked that bed.

I said I like what we do in that bed.

Well, you can forget about that. No, I like the bed. It is a nice bed.

Look,

Dee, I want your help with the kids, so you just go ahead and do your thing.

Dee, I got your back.

Daddy, may I be excused?

Uh, I have to get back to work, Mo, so why don't you check with Dee on that?

I'll be back after midnight, baby.

And I really do like that bed.

May I be excused?

After you've eaten your dinner. Oh, I'll just grab something at the den.

No, you'll eat what I prepared.

But I don't have time. I have to get dressed.

After you've finished your dinner. I just want to go to the den. I don't know

why you're tripping. Well, maybe you'll understand more clearly after you've

spent some time in your room. Because as of this moment, you are grounded, young

lady.

I hate it when I cry by a corner full of brothers that be slanging, wasting

their life by gang -danging. Really dumb when they get no job, they have nothing

better to do, so much that they kill their people always walking red or blue.

advice to you, to the people that slept, stay in school, get education, don't be

no fool, don't try to be too cool by having unprotected sex. I'm not dissing,

I'm just trying to get your people to listen.

Everybody wants to get paid without a doubt.

Then gangplotting takes the easy way out. I mean the sleazy way out by

drugs, being thugs, sipping vodka.

I'll be the

role model.

I thought you was doing five to ten.

Girl, please, they haven't built the stepmother that can keep me on lockdown.

She don't know who I am by now. She better ask somebody.

Baby!

Mm -hmm. Well, your man, Ohaji, asked about you.

Talking about where am I wishing, where am I wishing?

You got something on the fly's boy in school and didn't even tell me?

That's messed up. I thought I was your girl.

You are. You just my girl with a big mouth.

In the cool, sweet morning under the starlit night. Oh, I can't think of you.

Our love's all back.

Yeah. Your lips of desire make

me scream. I scream out loud. Your body's all back.

Our love's all back.

I ain't got to say that no more. Thank God.

Our passion burns into the depths of my very soul. Our spirit steps in time

along love's path. And baby, our world, all that, yeah.

Our love, all that.

Our love, all that.

Our love.

You were grounded.

You must have thought I was stupid, too.

Ohaji, what's going on? Yeah, Ohaji, what is going on?

Inquiring minds one and up.

It's just a big misunderstanding, baby. That's all.

Well, then make me understand.

Yeah, Ohaji, just like I thought.

Moesha, I've been thinking... Can we talk about this tomorrow? I don't feel

good. I don't feel so good either. That's why we're going to clear this

once and for all.

Have a seat.

Moesha, I am not your mother.

I am not your father. But I am somebody that you have to respect. And if you

ever... Honey, what is it?

Moesha, what's wrong?

Honey, you can talk to me. What is it?

It's just this stupid boy.

And what's this stupid boy's name?

Ohaji.

Oh, Ohaji.

Well, you got taste, because Ohaji is fine.

He's not all that.

He invited me to come to the dinner night, and afterwards he was going to

me home.

But as soon as I showed up, I caught him kissing another girl.

How could he do something like that? I really thought he liked me.

But as soon as another girl came along, he just forgot all about me.

Nobody cares about me.

Moesha, is that what you really think?

What about Miles? What about your dad?

They don't need me anymore.

Yes, they do.

No, they have you now.

Yes, they do have me, but...

Oh, Moesha, I know that this is a difficult adjustment for you with me

in on your life the way I have, but you haven't lost your place here.

Your dad loves you, Miles loves you, and believe it or not, I love you too.

I do.

Moesha, we're family now.

I promise you, we're going to find some way to work this whole thing out.

Okay?

Okay?

Sure.

Dee. Hmm? Can we keep this Ohaji thing our little secret?

You mean not tell your father?

Yeah. He doesn't think I should date until I'm as old as you.

You do know you're grounded, right?

I wonder if Ohaji qualifies as my first real love.

Yeah, I did feel butterflies.

Nah, it's only real love if he feels the butterflies, too.

So I guess technically, Ohaji qualifies as my first real jerk.

By the way, I guess Hakeem was right about Dee.

She's all right sometimes, even though she did put me on punishment for a

Uh -oh, it's after one. I gotta go, Diary.

I have to beat Dee downstairs in the morning so I can make my dad's favorite

turkey sausage omelet.

Good night.

P .S.

My zit is gone.

Lizzie McGuire celebrates life as a teenager where anything and everything

go wrong. But with the help of her family and friends, everything will be

right. Yeah, right.

It's where school, cool, and exciting adventures are just around the corner.

out of three isn't so bad. Get inside her head. Lizzie McGuire.

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