Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely related to Lizzie McGuire.

Author's Note: This sort of popped into my head. It's not really based too much on romance, though.

Chapter 1: He's Mine.

Lizzie and Gordo were upstairs in one of the bedrooms of Ethan Craft's house. Ethan was having a big party that night and the two snuck away. When they arrived upstairs, many of the rooms were occupied by others and they were lucky enough to find one. Lizzie and Gordo didn't really intend for everything that happened to happen, but nonetheless, it had and there was no turning back now. By this time, both had had a decent amount of alcohol in their system, but they both knew what they wanted. Lizzie and Gordo were making out on the bed, each without their shirt. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened and a girl screamed forcing Lizzie and Gordo to pull away from each other.
"You BITCH!" Miranda spat. "And, you," She glared at Gordo, "I can't believe you!"

Gordo and Lizzie sat there for a few moments before knowing what to do.

"Should I go talk to her?"

"No, I'm the one that screwed up. After all, she is my girlfriend."

"Yeah, and she's my best friend," Lizzie said, becoming depressed. (She'll never speak to me again)

"Lizzie, it'll be fine between you two, eventually."

"Gordo, you realize we're talking about Miranda? She's not one to forgive so easily. Especially with something like this." Lizzie said starting to cry.

((((Background Information:

The trio started high school and everything was going well. In this story, disregard the last few episodes of Lizzie McGuire-Gordo and Lizzie have feelings for each other, but nothing ever happened. In the middle of their freshman year, Lizzie started dating a boy, Scott and Gordo and Miranda spent more time together. Eventually, Gordo asked Miranda to be his girlfriend and she accepted. It is now their junior year, Lizzie and Scott recently broke up and Gordo and Miranda are now in this predicament.))))
"Maybe you should go find her," Lizzie said, finally calming down. "She'll probably think we just started back up again."

"Alright. Are you going to be ok, McGuire?"

"Yeah, Go talk to your girlfriend," Lizzie said.

Gordo left the room and went down the stairs, running into Ethan.

"Gor-don! Man, slow down! The beer isn't going anywhere!" Ethan slurred slightly.

"Right. Ethan, have you seen Miranda?" Gordo asked, knowing it was near impossible that he would remember.

"Yeah, she's out back. I don't think she's too happy though, something her boyfriend did."

'Wow. Note to self: Steer clear of Drunk Ethan' Gordo thought as her looked outside to where Miranda and a few girls were talking. He didn't need to hear them, he knew they were talking about what happened just a few minutes before.

Gordo slowly opened the patio door and the girls turned to face him. They all gave him the meanest looks they could muster. 'Second note to self: Never piss these girls off again.'

He walked towards Miranda slowly and gulped, thinking she would slap him or yell some more. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything. He took the opportunity.

"Miranda, can we talk? I know you don't want to hear what I have to say" he was cut off by Miranda.

"Guys, can you leave us alone?" The girls stood and scoffed at Gordo.

"What do you want?" She inquired once they left.

"I think it's pretty obvious,"

"Well, I would like to think so, but after tonight, I'm not sure I ever knew anything about you."

"Miranda, you know that isn't true," Gordo started. "You know me. I just fucked up tonight."

"Gordo, you may be drunk, but I know and you know that you were of sound mind tonight."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You love her," Miranda commented barely inaudible.

"What?" Gordo asked, not sure if he heard Miranda right.

"You heard me. You love her! You always have and always will that won't change. I see that now,"
"But, Miranda...."

"Gordo, there is nothing left to say," Miranda spit out, "you love her, go be with her." Miranda stood and walked inside.

Author's Note: Ah! The joys of the first chapter. This one is a little more angsty and different from my first fic. I hope I'm not being too predictable with it, though.