In The Dust
A/N: New story!!!! Felt like doing something that wasn't in Lizzie's POV and revolving around Lizzie. So, it's about... GORDO! Yay! First chapter is like an intro, and the real story begins on chapter 2!
Summary: When Gordo gets noticed at a school film festival, he moves to Hollywood with his family, and meets new people, like guy friends and a girlfriend. But when Miranda and Lizzie go down there so they can see him (and so Lizzie can tell him how she feels about him), what will happen?
Chapter One: Day in My Life
"Oh, my gosh, Gordo, this is AMAZING!" My best friend, Lizzie McGuire, said to me. I just smirked. We were in Miranda Sanchez's living room, watching my entry for the Hillridge Film Festival. Miranda's my other best friend.
As I was saying, we were watching the movie that I wrote, directed, starred in, produced, and invested all my money in. It was a documentary (more like "exposé") about our school cafeteria food, and how it reeks. We go to Hillridge High in Hillridge, CA (by LA) and the food has been so nasty ever since we started here one and a half years ago. This film festival was my big shot at becoming famous, because talent scouts were coming, so this is my best movie yet.
I forgot to introduce myself. My name is David Zephyr Gordon, or Gordo for short. You already know my best friends, my love for directing, and my disgust for our cafeteria food. You basically know about my whole life.
I've known Miranda for 14 of my 16 years. We met at a playground when I was there with my mom. She was in front of me in the line for the baby slide, and she took forever to get ready to go down. So, since I was impatient when I was two, I pushed her down the slide, and she had so much fun. She pushed me when I went, and I fell flat on my face. She gave me a hug after and said, "I'm sorry" in her baby Mexican accent. I accepted her apology, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Lizzie, on the other hand, is the one I've known forever – literally. Her parents and my parents were the best of friends when they moved in next door to each other in the same month. We were born three days apart (I'm older), and our moms were in the same hospital room. We were next to each other in the nursery room, her with her baby pink blanker, asleep, when I was in there, crying my eyes out under my blue blanket. We grew up as best friends, always together. She was the first person I knew (except my mom) and same with her. As we grew up, we had our share of crushes and puppy loves, but we always stuck together, even if we had crushes on each other; like I do right now.
So, back to reality. We were sitting on Miranda's couch, looking up to her gigantic flat-screen. The credits were rolling now, and the only names that were seen were mine under all the cast and crew ones, and my parents, Lizzie, and Miranda under special thanks.
"You should really send this to the big-timers. They'd take it, especially since it's a one-man movie. You're definitely gonna win tomorrow," Miranda said. She was smiling. I smiled back at her, meaning thanks. She knew. She knows all of my looks . . . and all of my secrets. She even knows about how I like Lizzie.
"Yea, she's right. You could, like, even MOVE to Hollywood! And if you get rich, you can buy a house in Beverly Hills, and we can live there too, and we can forget about going to school because we'll all be famous!" Lizzie said dreamily. I rolled my eyes as Miranda stared at her, mouth open, not comprehending anything she just said.
"I'm sorry, I missed the part where it said that you and Miranda would become famous," I said, winking. She smiled and blushed at my wink. Eek, I went too far with the flirting. She's probably disgusted.
"Well, it's a little obvious, isn't it? You'll cast us as the main stars in all of your Oscar-winning movies!" Lizzie exclaimed.
Miranda gave her a look, and then threw a pillow at her, spilling the popcorn on Lizzie's lap. Lizzie squealed and took a piece of popcorn. She threw the popcorn into Miranda's mouth, and yelled, "SCORE!"
I ran in the middle of them and held them back from each other. They had their own respective weapons up and ready to attack; Miranda had the pillow and Lizzie had a handful of popcorn. I put my psychiatrist face on and took a deep breath. I perfected this in kindergarten when my parents became professional (and very famous) psychiatrists. More like psychos, is what I think.
"Why don't you two sort this out rationally? Speak your minds and say how you FEEL?" I said, with the fakest voice in the world. They looked at each other, mischief in their eyes, and when Miranda said, "NOW!", I ducked. Lizzie threw the popcorn at me and Miranda hit me with the pillow. I put my hands up and surrendered.
Lizzie and Miranda laughed and fell on the couch, laughing so hard. I stood there, picking the popcorn out of my dangerously curly hair, and I felt someone pull me on the couch. I fell and hit my head on one of my parents' psychology books. Lizzie suddenly crowded around me.
"Are you okay, Gordo? Oh no, he's not answering, Miranda! He might be dead! OH NO!" And I heard her pretend to collapse onto the pillows on the ground.
I opened my eyes and saw her laying there, one hand over her heart, the other over her forehead. She let out a helpless sigh. I thought this was the cutest thing. So I pretended to be Romeo and kill myself. As I fell next to Lizzie, Miranda mourned over our "dead" bodies. She started sobbing, and called out for the people to help. I put my hand down in the middle of me and Lizzie, and suddenly, her hand fell off of her forehead on straight on my hand. I jerked up suddenly, and so did Lizzie.
"Uh, maybe I should go now . . . 'Bye, Miranda! Bye, uh, Gordo," Lizzie hurriedly said, and grabbed her things. I heard the door slam and saw her running home out the window. I sighed and slapped my head. Miranda looked at me, and lightly sighed.
"You know, it's not like she doesn't have feelings for you, because I can tell she does. She's just overwhelmed. I saw the smile on her face when she touched your hand. She wants you, Gordo. She does," Miranda said. I smiled slightly, and left after saying goodbye.
When I got home, I put my things down and fell onto my bed. I thought about how surreal that two seconds happened to be. And suddenly, I realized something: I could have meant nothing at all. I'm so stupid! I thought that was something. Man, that's nothing.
Because, really, this is just a day in the life of David Zephyr Gordon.
E/N: Is that good? I thought it was pretty good. Haha.. OK, well, I gotta go get ready for softball, so adios, amigos! And I'll write more ASAP!
A/N: New story!!!! Felt like doing something that wasn't in Lizzie's POV and revolving around Lizzie. So, it's about... GORDO! Yay! First chapter is like an intro, and the real story begins on chapter 2!
Summary: When Gordo gets noticed at a school film festival, he moves to Hollywood with his family, and meets new people, like guy friends and a girlfriend. But when Miranda and Lizzie go down there so they can see him (and so Lizzie can tell him how she feels about him), what will happen?
Chapter One: Day in My Life
"Oh, my gosh, Gordo, this is AMAZING!" My best friend, Lizzie McGuire, said to me. I just smirked. We were in Miranda Sanchez's living room, watching my entry for the Hillridge Film Festival. Miranda's my other best friend.
As I was saying, we were watching the movie that I wrote, directed, starred in, produced, and invested all my money in. It was a documentary (more like "exposé") about our school cafeteria food, and how it reeks. We go to Hillridge High in Hillridge, CA (by LA) and the food has been so nasty ever since we started here one and a half years ago. This film festival was my big shot at becoming famous, because talent scouts were coming, so this is my best movie yet.
I forgot to introduce myself. My name is David Zephyr Gordon, or Gordo for short. You already know my best friends, my love for directing, and my disgust for our cafeteria food. You basically know about my whole life.
I've known Miranda for 14 of my 16 years. We met at a playground when I was there with my mom. She was in front of me in the line for the baby slide, and she took forever to get ready to go down. So, since I was impatient when I was two, I pushed her down the slide, and she had so much fun. She pushed me when I went, and I fell flat on my face. She gave me a hug after and said, "I'm sorry" in her baby Mexican accent. I accepted her apology, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Lizzie, on the other hand, is the one I've known forever – literally. Her parents and my parents were the best of friends when they moved in next door to each other in the same month. We were born three days apart (I'm older), and our moms were in the same hospital room. We were next to each other in the nursery room, her with her baby pink blanker, asleep, when I was in there, crying my eyes out under my blue blanket. We grew up as best friends, always together. She was the first person I knew (except my mom) and same with her. As we grew up, we had our share of crushes and puppy loves, but we always stuck together, even if we had crushes on each other; like I do right now.
So, back to reality. We were sitting on Miranda's couch, looking up to her gigantic flat-screen. The credits were rolling now, and the only names that were seen were mine under all the cast and crew ones, and my parents, Lizzie, and Miranda under special thanks.
"You should really send this to the big-timers. They'd take it, especially since it's a one-man movie. You're definitely gonna win tomorrow," Miranda said. She was smiling. I smiled back at her, meaning thanks. She knew. She knows all of my looks . . . and all of my secrets. She even knows about how I like Lizzie.
"Yea, she's right. You could, like, even MOVE to Hollywood! And if you get rich, you can buy a house in Beverly Hills, and we can live there too, and we can forget about going to school because we'll all be famous!" Lizzie said dreamily. I rolled my eyes as Miranda stared at her, mouth open, not comprehending anything she just said.
"I'm sorry, I missed the part where it said that you and Miranda would become famous," I said, winking. She smiled and blushed at my wink. Eek, I went too far with the flirting. She's probably disgusted.
"Well, it's a little obvious, isn't it? You'll cast us as the main stars in all of your Oscar-winning movies!" Lizzie exclaimed.
Miranda gave her a look, and then threw a pillow at her, spilling the popcorn on Lizzie's lap. Lizzie squealed and took a piece of popcorn. She threw the popcorn into Miranda's mouth, and yelled, "SCORE!"
I ran in the middle of them and held them back from each other. They had their own respective weapons up and ready to attack; Miranda had the pillow and Lizzie had a handful of popcorn. I put my psychiatrist face on and took a deep breath. I perfected this in kindergarten when my parents became professional (and very famous) psychiatrists. More like psychos, is what I think.
"Why don't you two sort this out rationally? Speak your minds and say how you FEEL?" I said, with the fakest voice in the world. They looked at each other, mischief in their eyes, and when Miranda said, "NOW!", I ducked. Lizzie threw the popcorn at me and Miranda hit me with the pillow. I put my hands up and surrendered.
Lizzie and Miranda laughed and fell on the couch, laughing so hard. I stood there, picking the popcorn out of my dangerously curly hair, and I felt someone pull me on the couch. I fell and hit my head on one of my parents' psychology books. Lizzie suddenly crowded around me.
"Are you okay, Gordo? Oh no, he's not answering, Miranda! He might be dead! OH NO!" And I heard her pretend to collapse onto the pillows on the ground.
I opened my eyes and saw her laying there, one hand over her heart, the other over her forehead. She let out a helpless sigh. I thought this was the cutest thing. So I pretended to be Romeo and kill myself. As I fell next to Lizzie, Miranda mourned over our "dead" bodies. She started sobbing, and called out for the people to help. I put my hand down in the middle of me and Lizzie, and suddenly, her hand fell off of her forehead on straight on my hand. I jerked up suddenly, and so did Lizzie.
"Uh, maybe I should go now . . . 'Bye, Miranda! Bye, uh, Gordo," Lizzie hurriedly said, and grabbed her things. I heard the door slam and saw her running home out the window. I sighed and slapped my head. Miranda looked at me, and lightly sighed.
"You know, it's not like she doesn't have feelings for you, because I can tell she does. She's just overwhelmed. I saw the smile on her face when she touched your hand. She wants you, Gordo. She does," Miranda said. I smiled slightly, and left after saying goodbye.
When I got home, I put my things down and fell onto my bed. I thought about how surreal that two seconds happened to be. And suddenly, I realized something: I could have meant nothing at all. I'm so stupid! I thought that was something. Man, that's nothing.
Because, really, this is just a day in the life of David Zephyr Gordon.
E/N: Is that good? I thought it was pretty good. Haha.. OK, well, I gotta go get ready for softball, so adios, amigos! And I'll write more ASAP!