Author's Note:I own jack crap,well actually not really. Jonathan Darvey is MINE all MINE!HEHEHE! Don't sue me because I own nothin', and you won't get a cent because I have no money!



What Almost Was


Chapter 1: Who's the Hottie!?!?




Lizzie and Gordo stood at her locker discussing the test they had just taken in their history class.


"So, how do you think you did?" Lizzie slammed her locker shut and hoisted her bag over her shoulder.


"Bad! I think I missed one," he limply slammed his head on the door of his locker.


"Oh no, Gordo, one whole problem! What ever will you do?" she gasped sarcastically.


"Ok, knock it off. You've had your fun."


"Ooh, I know you can commit suicide. Or you could change your alias and move to the country where your parents and Harvard would never find you," she snapped her fingers.


"Nobody's laughing now."


"Oh come on. Kids would walk by your house and say 'Oh look there's Old Man Gordon. People say he drinks liquor, eats dogs, and talks to himself about nothing and everything' " she laughed.


"Lizzie I don't expect you to understand how important my grades are to me. Can you please be a little supportive," he stopped their walking.


"I'm sorry Gordo, but you're just so comical. How can you expect me not to crack a joke when the class brain complains about missing one point out of 200?" she raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that reassured him she was kidding.


"Alright. Fair enough. Let's just drop it now," they started their walk towards the lunch tables again.


"Ok. Besides you're really not a dog person. Maybe a cat though," she laughed again.


"Oh so you think that's funny? How about this?" he started tickling her and she tried pushing him away.


"Knock ...it....off,"she said between fits of giggles"or...I swear...you'll...be so...sorry!"


"Oh give it up McGuire. You're really in no position here to tell me I'll be sorry," with that he tackled her and tickled her until she almost peed her jeans.


"Stop, Gordo," she laughed,"I'm going to pee my pants!"


"Ewww, that's not very attractive," he stood up and dusted himself off. She too stood up and followed his example.


"Oh my God, who's the hottie walking with Miranda?" Lizzie gestured towards the brunette and the cute boy with the sandy hair walking next to Miranda.


'Oh great' Gordo inwardly thought 'another boy for Lizzie to swoon over. And of course he's an Ethan Craft look a like. What is it with her and blonde boys? Maybe I should dye my hair.' His thoughts were interrupted by Miranda and said boy.


"Guys, I want you to meet Jonathan Darvey. He just moved here from England," Miranda practically squealed with delight as she introduced him to her two best friends.


"Hi, I'm Elizabeth McGuire, but you can call me Lizzie," she extended her hand and beamed up at the towering hottie before her.


"It's a pleasure Elizabeth," he winked as he picked up her hand and kissed the top of it.


"Oh, my," she breathed to keep conscience.


"Hi, I'm David Gordon, but please call me Gordo," he mimicked Lizzie and extended his hand out.


"Pleasure Gordo," he firmly shook hands with Gordo. Gordo had to plaster a smile on to keep from glaring at the current object of Lizzie's affection.


"So Jonathan, what brings you to America," Lizzie stepped next to him and with the help of Miranda, led him to their lunch table. Gordo looked hurt as his best friends momentarily forgot him.


"Well, my parents own a clothing company and decided it was time to expand the business. So they opened their new head firm here in California. Perhaps you've heard of it Darvey's & Co." he raised his brows at the trio.


"Of course, duh. I should of made the connection." Gordo sarcastically commented as he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.


"Excuse us just a second, would you?" Lizzie smiled as she pulled Gordo up by the arm.


"Oh yes, of course. Cheerio for now," he smiled.


"Cheerio,"Gordo called back. Turning back to Lizzie, he pulled his arm out of her steel tight grip. For a girl she had amazing strength. "Owww, what was that for?"

"What the Hell do you think you're doing," she hissed at him, so the other two couldn't hear.


"Nothing, why?" he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.


"You could be just a little more polite, couldn't you? Please, Gordo. I really like him, and I want a chance with him. But that won't be possible unless you're more civil," she put her fists on her hips.


"How could you know that? You've only just met him," Gordo asked unbelievably.


"There's something different about him, I can sense it. Something tells me that he's 'the one' " she stated dreamily.


Those words were like a bullet to his chest. 'The One' !?!? No, Lizzie, I'm 'the one'. I'm your Mr. Right. He hasn't known you since the day you were born, I have'. But he kept his thoughts to himself and instead said, "Please tell me you don't believe in all the Hocus Pocus crap they feed you through the physic telephone network!?!?"


"As a matter of fact, yes. I do. Don't you believe in Soul Mates? Destiny? Serendipity? Fate?," he could tell she was very passionate about all this.


"Yeah, sure Lizzie," he didn't want to burst her small, protective bubble.


"Good, then let's go back to Jonathan, and try to be nice," she warned him.


'God, this is not good. It's going to be a long day' he inwardly groaned. He then looked at Jonathan who was currently whispering something into Lizzie's ear. 'Dumb ass!'


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Chapter 2 will be up soon! I swear! PLEAZ REVIEW!