A/N: This is my first Lizzie McGuire fic, not to mention my first attempt at a drama, so please don't be too mean in your reviews, but constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh yeah, and if Gordo and Lizzie get together as a couple in a movie or in an upcoming episode (which is very obvious), that episode did not happen. If this chapter is confusing, please tell me in the reviews, and I'll clarify it in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything, and I'm not making money off of this.
Chapter 1
Lizzie McGuire looked out the window of the apartment. It was a beautiful view; the apartment was right outside Golden Gate Park. She watched a couple happily walking, hand in hand on the sidewalk. Lizzie smiled to herself. It was a beautiful sight.
"It's only four-hundred a month?" she asked.
"There's an eight-hundred down payment, but yeah," said Shawn, who was showing Lizzie the apartment. Lizzie shook her head in disbelief. It was too good to be true.
"When can I move in?"
"Whenever you want," said Shawn. "It's been vacant for months. And no, no one has been murdered or anything." Lizzie laughed softly.
"I'll take it." Shawn nodded.
"Come with me, you'll have to sign some paperwork."
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"Gordo! You will never believe what a great deal I got!" exclaimed Lizzie over the phone.
"What? You found an apartment?" asked Gordo.
"Yeah! It's only four hundred a month, and it has this totally cool view of Golden Gate Park."
"That's great, honey. When can I come over?"
"I haven't moved in yet, but you can come over to the usual place and help me pack," said Lizzie hopefully. Gordo smiled to himself.
"Sure. You want me there now?"
"Yeah. That'd be great. Thanks a bunch Gordo."
"No problem. I'll see you in a few."
"Bye." Lizzie hung up the phone.
Gordo. David Zephyr Gordon. The man in her life. The man in her perfect life. They had been together since late in her sophomore year in college. She had graduated cum laude from high school, and gotten into a decent college, near the one Gordo went to, and the same one her best friend Miranda went to. Just a few months before, she had graduated, again cum laude, and now had found a good job as an advertising executive in San Francisco. Miranda had found a job in Sacramento, less than a day's drive away, and Gordo was going to Stanford Medical School in San Francisco. The old gang had not split up like she feared.
Her life was perfect. It could not get any better. Her life was as perfect as it could be.
Or was it?
Her life seemed too good to be true, and, just as the saying goes, it wasn't. There was a flaw in her life, and it could be said in a single name.
Ethan Craft. The name shined in her memory. He was. . . a prince charming, tall, dark, and handsome. They remained friends throughout high school, never really close friends, but still friends. After high school, they never really heard from each other. Lizzie knew he was going to some community college she had never heard of. Never had she expected to see him again, except for maybe at a high school reunion.
But in her junior year of college, she did see him again. She saw him a whole lot.
"Ethan?"
"Lizzie? Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie! How've you been?"
"What are you doing here Ethan? I thought you were going to that community college down in. . ."
"Yeah, but I'm up here for the weekend. Tom here's my buddy!" Ethan put his arm around a guy walking by, Tom, who Lizzie recognized as the host of the party.
"Try the dip, Ethan," said Tom. "Made it myself."
"I did! It's great Tom!" said Ethan.
"Awesome. Gotta run now, I have to turn down the stereo before the cops come."
"So what's been happening with you?" asked Lizzie.
"Nothing much." Ethan took a sip of punch. "You?"
"Same." Suddenly Lizzie saw a familiar face come up to the two of them.
"Hey Ethan," said Kate, "I'm taking the car. . . me and some of the girls decided to go see a movie. You don't mind do you?"
"No, that's okay. I'll hitch a ride with someone," said Ethan. Kate gave him a peck on the lips.
"See you."
"Bye."
"You and Kate are together?" asked Lizzie after Kate left.
"Yeah. Three months."
Ethan and Lizzie kept on talking for hours, catching up on what had been happening to each of them. Soon they realized they were the only ones left, except for Tom, who was snoring on the couch.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Lizzie. "What time is it?" Ethan looked at his watch.
"It's 3:28 AM," he said.
"I have to go," said Lizzie.
"Can you give me a lift?" asked Ethan.
"Sure. Where to?"
"I have a hotel room. . . I'll tell you where to go."
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"This the right place?" asked Lizzie after getting lost twice.
"Yeah," laughed Ethan. "You. . . want to come in for a drink or something?"
"Sure. I'd love to." They walked upstairs to his room, 203.
"So. . ." said Lizzie, inside the hotel room. "How long are you up here?"
"Just this weekend. I go back early Monday." Ethan handed Lizzie a glass of lemonade.
"Thanks."
"And Lizzie? I have something else to say." Ethan leaned forward and kissed her more passionately than she had ever been kissed before, and she returned the kiss, putting her arms around his neck.
It was all downhill from there. They had sex, and kept seeing each other on the weekends. However, Lizzie was still with Gordo. Ethan never knew about him. He had broken up with Kate. Luckily, the affair ended after a few months.
"Lizzie," said Ethan. "Lizzie, wake up."
"Huh? What?" said Lizzie, who had just awakened.
"Lizzie. Lizzie, this isn't going to work." Lizzie looked up at him.
"What?"
"I just. . . I just don't feel it anymore. I don't feel anything for you anymore. I'm real sorry Lizzie." Lizzie felt the tears coming to her eyes. "I still want to be friends though," he added. "I have to go now. I'm sorry."
That had happened almost two years ago, and Gordo never knew. They were still friends; they emailed each other frequently. But there was a problem.
Lizzie was still in love with Ethan.