Author' Note: This is a little story I just came up, another diversion
while I think about where to take my other stories. Just to let you know,
even though Lizzie and Gordo are off to Paris, this story isn't really
about their trip in Paris, but about what happens to them during their
*flight* to Paris. I thought about making this just a one-shot fic, but I
decided to extend it and make it at least two or three chapters long.
Just in case you're wondering, Miranda's not on the trip, even though she was supposed to be, because she's off visiting her dying grandmother in Mexico.
Now, on with the story. Please read and review! hm.
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"Gordo, tell me, where are our seats, again?" asked Lizzie.
"You're 26A and I'm 26B. You've got the window seat, I have the aisle seat," replied Gordo.
"Oh, that's right. Oh! We're here! Seats 26A and 26B. Thanks, Gordo! Don't know what I'd do without ya!" Lizzie gave Gordo a broad smile, then put her palm to her chin and blew him a thank-you kiss.
"Uh, you're welcome, yeah, no problem." Gordo felt his face start to redden. Geez, I hope Lizzie doesn't see that I'm blushing.
Lizzie definitely had a way with Gordo's heart. For Gordo, it seemed like everything little thing she did or said would make his pulse quicken, his knees buckle, and his heart race with longing and desire for the girl he loved.
You're so adorable, Lizzie, whispered Gordo to himself. He was carefully rubbing his flushed cheeks, hoping to wipe the redness away.
"Huh? Did you say something, Gordo?" said Lizzie as she was putting her carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment.
"Oh, no, no, nothing, Lizzie, I didn't say anything." Gordo tried to avoid making eye contact as he put his own bags in the overhead, but he could see Lizzie intently gazing at him from the side of his eyes.
"Uhhh, yeah, you did, Gordo. You said -blah blah blah blurrable, Lizzie-or something like that!" giggled Lizzie. He watched as she settled down into her window seat.
"Um, yeah, well, I was just saying that you're, ah, um, temporal, you know, as in you're someone who really is aware of the dimensions of time," stammered Gordo. Great, I sound like a complete idiot. He gingerly took his seat and buckled his seatbelt.
"That's, um, sweet, Gordo. I've always prided myself on my awareness of the dimensions of time. Gordo, are you feeling alright? You're not making any sense." Lizzie pursed her lips, gave Gordo a feigned look of concern and gently nudged his shoulder with her elbow.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Lizzie. I was just thinking about how, um, punctual you are. I mean, because of you, we got to the Los Angeles airport two hours prior to departure, as recommended by the airlines. That's what I meant, yeah, that's it," said Gordo, rubbing his hands nervously, hoping what he said had convinced his skeptical friend that he was telling the truth.
"Thank you?" responded Lizzie, with a puzzled look on her face. She wasn't quite sure what to make of Gordo's explanation.
Oh, well, that's just Gordo being Gordo, being so esoteric and mysterious, and that's one of the reasons you like him so much, mused Lizzie. That's why he's your best friend, he's definitely one of a kind.
"You are one quirky person, Gordo, and that's one of the things I love about you!" Lizzie smiled as she gave Gordo a friendly punch on his arm.
"Oww!!" Gordo furiously began rubbing his shoulder, acting as if he was in unbearable pain. He smiled back at Lizzie, gave Lizzie a stern look, then said, "You've been working out, haven't ya, McGuire?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Gordon, you are very observant. If you must know, I've been engaged in a strict exercise schedule consisting of yoga in the morning, weight lifting in the afternoon, and kickboxing in the evening. So, you'd best not be messing with me, Mr. Gordon!" said Lizzie in her "stern- serious" voice.
"Who, me, mess with you, Lizzie McGuire? Never in a million years," said Gordo with more than a tinge of playful sarcasm in his voice.
"Well, good, as long as we have that straight, Mr. Gordon. Now, I need to tell you something, something very, very, very, important," said Lizzie, in a deeply concerned, grave voice. She peered into Gordo's eyes and gave him a look of tense seriousness.
"Oh, what's that?" Gordo wasn't sure if Lizzie was being serious or not, and he began feeling apprehensive.
Lizzie responded with a knowing silence. She then leaned in towards Gordo's face, as if she was about to whisper something very important into his ear, then jumped back and said, "ohmigosh, ohmigosh, Gordo, I'm sooo excited about our trip!! In one hour, we're . . . going to be in Paris! Paris, France! The City of Lights! The City of Romance! Aren't you excited, Gordo, aren't you excited?" Lizzie's eyes gleemed with unadulterated joyful anticipation.
Gordo breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, then responded, "*That's* the very, very, very important thing you needed to tell me? Geez, McGuire, you had me going for a sec!" Gordo turned his head away from Lizzie and crossed his arms in an attempt to tell Lizzie that he was not very happy having his head messed with.
"Oh, Gordo! I was just having fun! Forgive me?" Lizzie clasped her hands together, batted her eyelashes, and gave Gordo her flirtatious "please- forgive-me" eyes.
Gordo peered back at Lizzie from the corner of his eyes, saw what she was trying to do, and try as hard as he could, he could not stop his lips from curling into a smile. "Damn you, McGuire, you know I can't stay mad at when you give me those "please forgive me" eyes! You are evil incarnate, McGuire, you truly are!"
"Thanks Gordo!" Lizzie gave Gordo a playful kiss on his cheeks, then started flipping through her Paris travel guide book.
Gordo kept smiling while gazing at his best friend. It was a month since they had graduated from high school, and they were off to Paris for a two week vacation. They had planned this trip for over a year, as a way to celebrate the end of their childhood and their initiation into adulthood. They would be going their separate ways after summer's end, as Gordo was off to University of Berkeley in Berkeley, California, while Lizzie was headed to the University of San Diego. Even though the two friends knew what was about to happen to their friendship, they desperately tried not to think about it, tried not to think about their impending separation. For now, all they could think about was the fun they were going to have in Paris.
Lizzie mindlessly flipped through the travel guide, a book she had poured over numerous times already. She then put the book next to her, and snuggled her head against the tiny airplane pillow, and cozied herself for a little nap. "Wow, I'm really tired all of a sudden. I'm gonna take a little nap, wake me up when we're about to land in Paris, okay?"
"Sure, Lizzie. I will."
As Gordo watched Lizzie fall asleep, he began to notice how tired he was as well. Their trip had been a long one, one with several connecting flights. They had flown from Los Angeles to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to London. They were now on the final leg of their journey, as only a one hour flight across the Atlantic Ocean was left before they would finally arrive in the City of Lights.
Hmm, a nap sounds really good right about now, thought Gordo. He closed his eyes and began to fall asleep. It'll make the flight go a lot faster, and we'll be in Paris in no time . . . .
Or, so he thought. As the plane was about to take off, Gordo suddenly was hit with the feeling that this flight would be no ordinary flight, that something unusual, something odd, and something special would happen on this short trip across the Atlantic . . .
With that thought, Gordo fell into a deep slumber.
Just in case you're wondering, Miranda's not on the trip, even though she was supposed to be, because she's off visiting her dying grandmother in Mexico.
Now, on with the story. Please read and review! hm.
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"Gordo, tell me, where are our seats, again?" asked Lizzie.
"You're 26A and I'm 26B. You've got the window seat, I have the aisle seat," replied Gordo.
"Oh, that's right. Oh! We're here! Seats 26A and 26B. Thanks, Gordo! Don't know what I'd do without ya!" Lizzie gave Gordo a broad smile, then put her palm to her chin and blew him a thank-you kiss.
"Uh, you're welcome, yeah, no problem." Gordo felt his face start to redden. Geez, I hope Lizzie doesn't see that I'm blushing.
Lizzie definitely had a way with Gordo's heart. For Gordo, it seemed like everything little thing she did or said would make his pulse quicken, his knees buckle, and his heart race with longing and desire for the girl he loved.
You're so adorable, Lizzie, whispered Gordo to himself. He was carefully rubbing his flushed cheeks, hoping to wipe the redness away.
"Huh? Did you say something, Gordo?" said Lizzie as she was putting her carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment.
"Oh, no, no, nothing, Lizzie, I didn't say anything." Gordo tried to avoid making eye contact as he put his own bags in the overhead, but he could see Lizzie intently gazing at him from the side of his eyes.
"Uhhh, yeah, you did, Gordo. You said -blah blah blah blurrable, Lizzie-or something like that!" giggled Lizzie. He watched as she settled down into her window seat.
"Um, yeah, well, I was just saying that you're, ah, um, temporal, you know, as in you're someone who really is aware of the dimensions of time," stammered Gordo. Great, I sound like a complete idiot. He gingerly took his seat and buckled his seatbelt.
"That's, um, sweet, Gordo. I've always prided myself on my awareness of the dimensions of time. Gordo, are you feeling alright? You're not making any sense." Lizzie pursed her lips, gave Gordo a feigned look of concern and gently nudged his shoulder with her elbow.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Lizzie. I was just thinking about how, um, punctual you are. I mean, because of you, we got to the Los Angeles airport two hours prior to departure, as recommended by the airlines. That's what I meant, yeah, that's it," said Gordo, rubbing his hands nervously, hoping what he said had convinced his skeptical friend that he was telling the truth.
"Thank you?" responded Lizzie, with a puzzled look on her face. She wasn't quite sure what to make of Gordo's explanation.
Oh, well, that's just Gordo being Gordo, being so esoteric and mysterious, and that's one of the reasons you like him so much, mused Lizzie. That's why he's your best friend, he's definitely one of a kind.
"You are one quirky person, Gordo, and that's one of the things I love about you!" Lizzie smiled as she gave Gordo a friendly punch on his arm.
"Oww!!" Gordo furiously began rubbing his shoulder, acting as if he was in unbearable pain. He smiled back at Lizzie, gave Lizzie a stern look, then said, "You've been working out, haven't ya, McGuire?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Gordon, you are very observant. If you must know, I've been engaged in a strict exercise schedule consisting of yoga in the morning, weight lifting in the afternoon, and kickboxing in the evening. So, you'd best not be messing with me, Mr. Gordon!" said Lizzie in her "stern- serious" voice.
"Who, me, mess with you, Lizzie McGuire? Never in a million years," said Gordo with more than a tinge of playful sarcasm in his voice.
"Well, good, as long as we have that straight, Mr. Gordon. Now, I need to tell you something, something very, very, very, important," said Lizzie, in a deeply concerned, grave voice. She peered into Gordo's eyes and gave him a look of tense seriousness.
"Oh, what's that?" Gordo wasn't sure if Lizzie was being serious or not, and he began feeling apprehensive.
Lizzie responded with a knowing silence. She then leaned in towards Gordo's face, as if she was about to whisper something very important into his ear, then jumped back and said, "ohmigosh, ohmigosh, Gordo, I'm sooo excited about our trip!! In one hour, we're . . . going to be in Paris! Paris, France! The City of Lights! The City of Romance! Aren't you excited, Gordo, aren't you excited?" Lizzie's eyes gleemed with unadulterated joyful anticipation.
Gordo breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, then responded, "*That's* the very, very, very important thing you needed to tell me? Geez, McGuire, you had me going for a sec!" Gordo turned his head away from Lizzie and crossed his arms in an attempt to tell Lizzie that he was not very happy having his head messed with.
"Oh, Gordo! I was just having fun! Forgive me?" Lizzie clasped her hands together, batted her eyelashes, and gave Gordo her flirtatious "please- forgive-me" eyes.
Gordo peered back at Lizzie from the corner of his eyes, saw what she was trying to do, and try as hard as he could, he could not stop his lips from curling into a smile. "Damn you, McGuire, you know I can't stay mad at when you give me those "please forgive me" eyes! You are evil incarnate, McGuire, you truly are!"
"Thanks Gordo!" Lizzie gave Gordo a playful kiss on his cheeks, then started flipping through her Paris travel guide book.
Gordo kept smiling while gazing at his best friend. It was a month since they had graduated from high school, and they were off to Paris for a two week vacation. They had planned this trip for over a year, as a way to celebrate the end of their childhood and their initiation into adulthood. They would be going their separate ways after summer's end, as Gordo was off to University of Berkeley in Berkeley, California, while Lizzie was headed to the University of San Diego. Even though the two friends knew what was about to happen to their friendship, they desperately tried not to think about it, tried not to think about their impending separation. For now, all they could think about was the fun they were going to have in Paris.
Lizzie mindlessly flipped through the travel guide, a book she had poured over numerous times already. She then put the book next to her, and snuggled her head against the tiny airplane pillow, and cozied herself for a little nap. "Wow, I'm really tired all of a sudden. I'm gonna take a little nap, wake me up when we're about to land in Paris, okay?"
"Sure, Lizzie. I will."
As Gordo watched Lizzie fall asleep, he began to notice how tired he was as well. Their trip had been a long one, one with several connecting flights. They had flown from Los Angeles to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to London. They were now on the final leg of their journey, as only a one hour flight across the Atlantic Ocean was left before they would finally arrive in the City of Lights.
Hmm, a nap sounds really good right about now, thought Gordo. He closed his eyes and began to fall asleep. It'll make the flight go a lot faster, and we'll be in Paris in no time . . . .
Or, so he thought. As the plane was about to take off, Gordo suddenly was hit with the feeling that this flight would be no ordinary flight, that something unusual, something odd, and something special would happen on this short trip across the Atlantic . . .
With that thought, Gordo fell into a deep slumber.