This is my first ever fanfiction, so forgive me if it's really bad. I just had this idea and wanted to try it out.

I hope you like it!

Lizzie McGuire was eating breakfast on the morning of her first day of high school. She was incredibly nervous, but excited at the same time. Today, she would see her best friends Miranda and Gordo again after a whole summer of being grounded.

Half an hour later, Lizzie joined her friends at the bus stop. She and Miranda started talking excitedly about their summers, and what high school would be like, while Gordo stood awkwardly on the side, pretending to listen to their conversation. Every now and again, Miranda asked him a question and he answered with a grunt. He and Lizzie hadn't exchanged a single word.

When they arrived at school, Miranda made up an excuse and dragged Lizzie into a bathroom. She crossed her arms and asked:

"Lizzie, what's going on between you and Gordo? You two haven't exchanged a word all morning! Is there something going on that you haven't told me about?"

"There's nothing going on, Miranda. He must be in a bad mood or something this morning. How am I supposed to know why?"

"Oh, I don't know! How about because you're his best friend! And I think you do know, but you don't want to tell me."

"Maybe I don't want to tell you! Maybe nothing happened!"

"Lizzie, just tell me what happened in Rome. It's pretty obvious something did happen!"

"I…I can't!"

"Lizzie. I'm your best friend! You can trust me."

"Oh all right then. Come over to my house after school, and I'll tell you then; I don't want anyone to hear."

"Ok."

The two friends left the bathroom and went to join Gordo for their first class. For the rest of the day, Miranda couldn't stop wondering what had happened in Rome. She knew that Gordo liked Lizzie as more than a friend (he had been pretty obvious about it the previous year), and that Gordo and Lizzie couldn't even look at each other anymore. Maybe Gordo had finally told Lizzie how he felt about her…?

On the bus ride home, the three friends were lost in thought. Miranda watched Gordo and Lizzie looking everywhere but at each other. Once, she saw Gordo sneak a glance at Lizzie, and also saw the look of sadness and confusion that passed across his face, as well as the tear forming in his eye. After that, Miranda stared out of the window, feeling that she had intruded on a private moment.

When the bus arrived at their stop, Gordo jumped up and practically ran towards his house, without a word to either Miranda or Lizzie. The two girls made their way to Lizzie's house, chatting about their first day of high school. When they arrived, Lizzie grabbed some cookies and they made their way up to Lizzie's room. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Miranda finally broke it.

"So, Lizzie. Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Ok. Well, er, I told you about singing onstage right? And about how Gordo was the one who convinced me that I could do it?"

"Yes, you did. What I don't understand is how you two went from Gordo encouraging you to not talking at all."

"Let me explain then! Well, at the party afterwards, Gordo and I snuck out onto the roof. And… that's when it happened."

"What happened? Tell me!"

"I…I…er… Ikissedhim."

"WHAT did you just say?"

"I kissed Gordo."

Miranda stared at her friend in awe. "Wow! Congratulations! I never thought you would finally work it out!"

"What do you mean?"

"That Gordo likes you! And that you like him back!"

"I found out that he likes me ages ago, at Ethan Craft's murder mystery party. Kate told me. And what's this about me liking him? I don't like Gordo! He's my best friend!"

"Oh come on Lizzie! It's totally obvious that you like him back."

"No I don't!"

"Lizzie. Listen to me carefully. You were jealous when Gordo went out with Brooke Baker. You couldn't stop talking about him the day he went to high school without us. You were REALLY mad at parker when she turned Gordo down for the dance because of his height. I saw you standing on the side of the dance floor, totally jealous of Parker, when they were dancing."

"And your point is?"

"You like Gordo, even though you've never noticed it. Maybe you've even liked him all your life."

Lizzie didn't answer. She just stared at the floor, taking Miranda's words in.

"I'll let you think about it. See you tomorrow!" said Miranda, getting up and leaving the room. As she walked home, she smiled happily to herself as she thought about how Lizzie had finally realized she liked Gordo. But she hadn't had she? Maybe she and Gordo needed a little bit of help. And Miranda knew just who would give it to them…

So did you like it? If it's so bad it makes you gag, please tell me. I don't really see the point of continuing a story if it puts people in hospital.