Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire and all other related characters, episodes, etc., is owned by Disney and the other owners, whoever they may be. Not me. I know, amazing, right?

AN: This is set in the trio's junior year of high school. No POV yet, possibly journal entries later on, though. This should be a long story, even though it's my first. I'm looking for a beta reader, email me at gmterg@aol.com if you're interested.

AN 2: Italics represent either thoughts or flashbacks.

Every Morning: Chapter 1

Miranda was getting sort of angry, standing out in the rain. She had knocked on the Gordon's door quite a few times before she realized that Gordo was probably still asleep. He and Lizzie had horror movie night last night, and Miranda hadn't been able to go because of a babysitting job. She was lucky she knew where Gordo's mom hid the spare key, and returned to the front door after retrieving it. As she opened the door, she looked to her left, into the family room, and couldn't help grinning. Lizzie and Gordo were curled up together on the couch, and Lizzie had on Gordo's swim team sweatshirt. Gordo had his arms wrapped around Lizzie, and she was holding his hands. His grin was almost as big as hers. As Miranda decided to let them sleep, she grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and took it into the kitchen to rinse out. She put her purse on the table and took off her rain coat, while thinking deeply about Gordo and Lizzie. She knew they loved each other, and Gordo knew he loved Lizzie, but the only part of Lizzie that knew she loved Gordo was her subconscious. She walked to the edge of the living room and watched as Gordo slowly woke up. First, he seemed shocked to be holding Lizzie, but that was his brain thinking. When his heart kicked in twenty seconds later, he smiled, and snuggled closer to Lizzie, freeing one of his hands and brushing a few stray hairs out of her face. Miranda's heart went out to him...why Lizzie had to be so blind as to what she had was a mystery to Miranda, and had been, since she'd met the two of them in the second grade.

"Hi," the little blacked haired girl said, as she hesitantly stood at the front of the classroom. "I'm Miranda Sanchez, and I just moved here from San Francisco."

"Class, please try to help Miranda out if she needs it. Miranda," she said to the girl who was cautiously shifting her weight back and forth "Why don't you sit at the table by the window with Elizabeth and David?" She motioned towards them, and Miranda walked over, taking one of the empty seats.

"Hi!" The girl with the blonde bob grinned. "I'm Elizabeth, but Gordo calls me Lizzie. You can, too." Miranda smiled and nodded. "Gordo..." Lizzie looked at the curly-haired boy and nudged him with her little elbow.

"Ow...Hi. I'm David, but you can call me Gordo, like Lizzie does." His bright blue eyes strayed back to Lizzie, and she nodded, smiling in encouragement.

"Gordo's shy. He always has been. 'Cept for when he's with me, cause we're best friends."

"Lizzie was born two weeks after me," Gordo had turned his attention back to Miranda. "We've been best friends forever. You can be our friend too, if you want."

"Sure," Miranda replied. Then she giggled. "Gordo sure is a funny name."

"His last name is Gordon, and David sounds too silly and grown-up," replied Lizzie, almost defensively, but then giggling too. But when she saw that her Gordo looked upset, she took his tiny hand in hers. "What's wrong, Gordo?"

"You guys are gonna be best friends and you'll forget all about me, Lizzie..." His eyes shined with unshed tears, and she sighed, brokenhearted.

"Gordo, I'll never leave you. We'll be together forever."

"Promise?"

"Promise." And Lizzie leaned over and gave Gordo a kiss on the cheek. He blushed, and pretty soon she did too, because Miranda started freaking out.

"Lizzie, you'll get coooooties!!! Eeeeeewwww...gross. Why'd you do that???"

"'Cause we love each other."

If seven year old Lizzie had known that, thought Miranda, why cant sixteen year old Lizzie see that it's actually true? Miranda watched as Lizzie opened her eyes as well, and saw the faintest glimmer of happiness buried in the wonderment in Lizzie's eyes. Or does she? thought Miranda. Lizzie blinked a few times and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Gordo was still asleep, and buried herself further in his arms. Gordo's eyes flew open and he almost gasped. When he reached the conclusion that Lizzie's subconscious was in control of "sleeping" Lizzie's snuggling actions, his eyes fell, but her wrapped his arms around her tighter, almost as if he were going to lose her. When this happened, Miranda watched Lizzie go through the same emotions. Ha! she thought, she does feel the same way. Maybe I should tell her about that sweatshirt she's wearing and see how she reacts, thought Miranda. She grabbed her coat and purse and headed out the front door as quietly as possible, not minding the few remaining raindrops. She'd only need to pick up her copy of Cabin Fever that she'd lent to Gordo, and that could wait.