Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me and neither do I own anything else mentioned here.
a/n: My first ever Lizzie McGuire fic... ever! Don't flame, just a nice review. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all!
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The Impossible Possible
By: E*star
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Gordo's POV
I have been doing this for days already. Ever since that Ronnie guy came into our lives, I've been acting so weird around Lizzie and I didn't know why. It's not that I like her like her... Just today, I was with Miranda at the lockers, talking, and then I had just noticed Lizzie was heading toward us. She smiled at us like she always did and said brightly, "Hi, Miranda, Gordo."
"Hey, Lizzie," Miranda said.
I tried to greet her back like I did everyday, but I could say anything. Finally, I managed to get out a, "H-Hi, Liz."
Both girls raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. "Anyways, did any of you get number 16 for math?"
I turned away to open my locker as the two girls began to discuss the homework. I wiped off the sweat from my forehead and swatted my unruly hair off my face. What I had just said right there, was really difficult to do.
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"Whoever thought Elijah Woods wasn't hot in the Lord of the Rings must be out of their minds," Lizzie stated, smiling. It was hard not to stare.
As we sat at are usual table outside to eat lunch, Ethan Craft passed by us, greeting us, "Hey Lizzie, Miranda. Gordon! Yo, wassup?"
Miranda grinned. "Elijah Woods is much older than us and lives too far away. That's why it's better to swoon over Ethan since he's our age and goes to the same school."
Lizzie and Miranda giggled. I wish I could be Ethan Craft at this moment... Wait, did I just think that? No, It's impossible. But he doesn't know how lucky he is to have Lizzie to like him...
But you don't like her, remember?
Yes, I know.. But what if I do? You have to start looking through your telescope again. Without looking at the stars, you're a completely confused wreck. No I'm not. Oh, you are. Am not! Wanna bet-?"GORDO! Are you listening?"
I looked at Lizzie, feeling my ears grow warm and felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I said stupidly, "Huh?"
"I was asking if you'd like to meet Miranda and me at the Digital Bean, but obviously your too busy stabbing your lunch-" I looked at the tray and found that while I was quarreling with myself, I was stabbing my pizza, "-so I'm taking guessing you're a bit busy."
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking. So when are we meeting?"
I felt Miranda's eyes watching me as I began to eat my pudding and even for the rest of the day.
Finally, after sixth period, I turned to Miranda and hissed, "Why do you keep looking at me?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "I'll tell you later."
Lizzie was waiting for us at the front of the school. She beamed at me. "So, four o'clock at the Digital Bean, Miranda? Gordo?"
I nodded and smiled back, unable to stop blushing. What's wrong with me??
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I sat on the armchair at the Digital Bean all alone, waiting for Lizzie and Miranda to show up. Finally, after ten minutes after four, they showed up. "I'm sorry we're late, Gordo, Miranda was helping me with... my homework."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "No, I wasn't. I was helping you pick out an out-"
I watching Lizzie elbow her in the ribs and smiled nervously at me. "I'm going to get us some drinks. I'll be right back." And so, Lizzie walked to the counter, leaving Miranda and I alone. She sat across from me and had her hands on her lap. She calmly and quietly spoke, "You like Lizzie."
I stared wide-eyes at her. "But- What- How... Where would you get such a crazy idea like that, Miranda?"
"I'm not blind, Gordo, and I do watch a lot of shows on the WB. Besides, I've been watching you all week, remember? I've noticed."
"So I do like Lizzie..."
"Like you didn't notice yourself?" asked Miranda.
"I didn't know for sure."
Lizzie came back with three cups of ICEE and she sat on the love couch by herself. I had an urge to sit right next to her, but I saw Miranda raise an eyebrow, clearly saying that she was laughing at me.
After moments of usual conversations and jokes, Ethan Craft walked in, saying hi. Both Miranda and Lizzie blushed and smiled at each other when Ethan was talking to me. "Hey, Gordon, what is up, my friend?"
Miranda noticed I was watching Lizzie as she was staring at Ethan in that way. Miranda gave me a sympathetic look. I felt miserable.
Ethan walked out of the Digital Bean with a drink and Lizzie sighed, smiling. I quickly changed the subject before Lizzie even started it. "So, what are you guys going to do this weekend?"
They both shrugged and then soon afterwards, we all decided to go mini-golfing together tomorrow.
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I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Small little cracks were there, millions of them, and they were getting really annoying. Like how I felt whenever Ethan Craft came into a room and Lizzie and Miranda swooned at him. It made me want to hurl badly.
You're just really jealous.
Jealous? Me? No, the other mind of David Gordon. Of course you. I'm not jealous. Face it. You do like Lizzie and you envy Ethan Craft because Lizzie likes him. Who cares what you think? You do; I'm your other half. But I'm only 13, how can I be in love? Age is just a number. People might think you're foolish to fall in love at this age, but they're the one's who are the fools. Wow, that was pretty romantic for the rude part of us. Why, thank you.I, David Gordon, turned over and buried my head in a pillow, so much wanting to yell at the top of my lungs.
Being the geeky, unpopular best friend of a beautiful girl really bites.
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Normal POV
"Lizzie," Miranda started, "did you ever think about Gordo as more than a friend?"
"In fourth grade, yeah, but I don't anymore," Lizzie said quickly.
Miranda raised an eyebrow (she's been doing that lately) and crossed her arms at Lizzie.
Lizzie sighed. "OK, fine, so I think Gordo is cute and really, really nice, but that doesn't necessarily mean I like him like him... Do I?"
Miranda smiled to herself. Matchmaker, matchmaker... "You do, I can tell."
"Ugh... This is fourth grade all over again. I'd be blushing every time he'd pass by or talk to me or hand me one of his Oreos during lunch and he wouldn't even have the slightest clue that I'd skip a heartbeat and hold my breath-"
"Hold it, Lizzie, you're going a bit over-board."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I just can't take it if I have to spend the rest of my life having this crush on him and he doesn't even
notice."
Miranda grinned mischievously to herself. Not necessarily, McGuire...
"Promise you wont tell, Miranda."
"Oh, of course Lizzie. I cross my heart and poke my eye, I will never tell a lie. But If I do, may the boogie man cook me up in his stew and-"
Lizzie cut her off. "Alright, I get it already!" She threw a pillow at Miranda and Miranda threw it back. They both laughed.
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a/n: Not much here, but more in the next chapter!! Stay tuned! (I'd gladly like to tell you what the whole idea of the story is, but it would spoil the story!!)
E*star