A/N: Hey guys. HAPPY DECEMBER! YAY! 24 full days 'till Christmas! Here's the first chapter of the Christmas story I promised. I wrote this back in November, though, haha. Here you go! Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW! (I know there are Justin Bieber lyrics at the beginning, but don't judge the chapter just by that…I dislike his music; the lyrics just so happened to fit. Also, I'm not meaning to insult anyone who likes him.)

Perhaps I should explain how this is gonna work. I will post one chapter every day, the last chapter being posted on December 25. 25 chapters total, unless I decide to add some New Year's stories to the end. I probably will do that, in fact. Each chapter is a one shot. Ages, dates, dialogue, locations and scenarios will differ from chapter to chapter. THEY DO NOT IN ANY WAY GO TOGETHER OR REALTE. Other than the fact that they're all Christmas stories. THERE IS LG IN EACH CHAPTER. Don't like, don't read. Anyway…here ya go. And I congratulate you if you read this whole A/N. I know I tend to say a lot, but it's all important to the story…most of the time. COME BACK TOMORROW FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! Any questions, please feel free to PM me.

Chapter One: Mistletoe

* It's the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I'ma be under the mistletoe

I don't want to miss out on the holiday
But I can't stop staring at your face
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I'ma be under the mistletoe*

Lizzie McGuire hummed along with the music filling her urban apartment. As a young college student, Lizzie was relieved to be on Christmas break, and was using her time off to prepare for her boyfriend's arrival. Gordo was due to arrive that night (December 22) at 7:00 PM. He and Lizzie had decided to go to different colleges and to try a long distance relationship. It hadn't been ideal, but it had worked out. They had worked out a schedule and visited each other on every school break. For Christmas, it was Gordo's turn to fly into JFK from LAX. (New York City, Los Angeles)

Lizzie glanced out her window into the crowded street. Snow fell, gently covering everything below it with a white dust. Lizzie remembered the first time she had ever seen the snow. It was her first winter here in New York, and she had looked outside to be greeted by blizzard-like snow flurries. She had been so excited and had sent pictures to Gordo over text. Now, Lizzie found herself standing by the window, smiling to herself. This was going to be Gordo's first Christmas in New York, and she was glad it was snowing for him. Lizzie shook herself out of her trance and continued decorating the apartment. She quickly gave everything the twice over. Lights around the windows, check. Paper snowflakes, a new tablecloth, and water in the base of the tree. Check, check, and check. The tree was bare, seeing as they would decorate it together later. Lizzie then set off to baking all of Gordo's favorite treats. At 6:00, she set off to hail a cab. On her way out the door, she noticed that the doorway looked very plain. She quickly grabbed some of the extra mistletoe off the counter and hung it up. She threw on her coat and headed out into the cold.

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The airport was crowded full with dreary faces, but Lizzie couldn't help but smile and sing along with the carols booming through the radio. She smiled and said hello to everyone she passed. "Someone's in a good mood," voice said from next to Lizzie. Lizzie turned and faced the woman next to her.

"Yeah," she admitted, still smiling.

The woman smiled. "Who are you waiting for?"

"My boyfriend," Lizzie said, not sure why she was telling this stranger about her life, "we haven't seen each other since Thanksgiving."

"Oh, that must be hard!"

"Sometimes. But we get through it."

"Where's he coming in from?"

"Los Angeles." That caused Lizzie to look at the digital "Arrival" board for the first time. Several flights had been cancelled or delayed. Lizzie's smile slowly faded to a frown as she dug through her purse for the airline and flight number she had scrawled on a paper somewhere. There it was. Southwest Airlines, flight 180. Lizzie glanced up at the board again. It was delayed. Lizzie sighed. At least it wasn't cancelled. She could stand to wait in the airport a while longer. A voice came over the intercom saying that flight 180 for Southwest (and a bunch of other flights Lizzie didn't pay attention to) were having trouble landing because of the snow. A little worry rose in Lizzie but she pushed it down. These were all very talented pilots. They could manage.

Faces came and went, including the lady who had been next to Lizzie. Lizzie had sprawled herself on the hard airport bench, careful not to fall asleep. You fall asleep in the middle of a New York City airport, and you don't know who might walk past and decide to play games with you. Every once in a while, she would turn her blonde head to the side and look out the window. Snow kept falling in thicker and thicker flurries. At about 8:00, Lizzie had fallen asleep against her own will. She just so happened to miss the announcement that Gordo's flight had landed at the Newark Liberty International Airport in New Jersey, where it wasn't snowing.

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Gordo gathered his carry-on and got off the airplane. Those actions had become like second nature to him, he had visited Lizzie so many times in the past year and a half. He ran beside the automatic walkways, beating almost every tired person to the baggage claim. He snatched his bag and ran outside into the brisk winter air to hail a cab. "Hey, sir." Gordo said, plopping his luggage in the truck.

"Hi. Hop in, buddy."

"I know this probably sounds ridiculous," Gordo paused here to get into the back seat of the taxi, "but would you be willing to drive me to John F. Kennedy?"

The cab driver's eyes went wide. "The airport in New York?"

"Yeah," Gordo said, trying to come up with other things named after John Kennedy near his current location.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take you." He pulled out onto the street.

"Great, thanks. How long?"

"Oh…about 35 minutes or so." Gordo winced. The fee for a 35 minute cab ride would be outrageous. "May I ask a question?" The cab driver added.

"Sure."

"What's in New York City? Another flight?"

"My girlfriend…that reminds me," Gordo pulled out his phone to call Lizzie. No answer. That's weird, Gordo thought, but discarded any feeling of worry. She had probably just left her phone on vibrate by accident again. She did that quite often.

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"This enough?" Gordo asked, shoving a wad of cash out toward the cab driver (who Gordo had learned was named Al).

"Yeah," Al took about half the cash.

"But-'' Gordo tried to protest.

"Ssh. Merry Christmas," Al said and winked. He had heard Gordo trying to come up with enough cash for the ride. He didn't have the heart to take everything from this young kid. "Good luck with your girlfriend, Gordo."

"Thanks, Al. Merry Christmas to you, too." Gordo then took off running. What a long and crazy journey he had had. As he rounded the corner to the waiting area of the airport, Gordo realized that Lizzie might not even be there still. He should have gone straight to her apartment. Too late, now, Gordo thought, remembering that he didn't have enough cash left for another taxi. Gordo quickly scanned the area, looking for the familiar blonde hair and glowing hazel eyes. Then he saw her…asleep on the airport bench. This had not been the way he had expected to see her, but she was still beautiful. Like Sleeping Beauty. Gordo approached her and sat down, hoping no one would think he was a creeper. He reached out and stroked his girlfriend's cheek. Her eyelids flew open at the sudden touch, but relaxed when they fell on Gordo's face.

"Gordo!" She shrieked, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him. "Oh my gosh…when did you get here? How did you get here? The snow, and…"

"Ssh," he soothed, hearing in her voice that she was close to crying happy tears. "We landed in New Jersey and I took a cab here."

"That's, like, a 40 minute drive."

"I know. The fee was ridiculous. You'll be buying everything for a while," he said, playfully.

"I don't care, as long as you're here with me."

"Good to know," he said, hugging her tighter.

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After a cab ride filled with happy chatter, (and Lizzie pointing out how hard it was snowing numerous times) the couple headed up to Lizzie's apartment. "Oh, Gordo!" Lizzie said in a sing-song voice. She gestured up at the mistletoe.

"No," Gordo shook his head. She looked confused until he got down on one knee. Lizzie's hands covered her mouth. To say that she was shocked was a huge understatement. "Lizzie McGuire, this is my Christmas present to you," he opened the ring box to reveal a diamond ring. "And you better like it because it's non-refundable," he added jokingly, but then changed back to a serious tone of voice. "Will you marry me?"

Lizzie nodded; this time she was crying tears of joy. Gordo slipped the ring on her finger and they embraced. "Gordo?" Lizzie asked after a moment.

"Yeah?"

"Can we kiss now?" Gordo laughed and kissed her lips. They were together again at last.

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Lizzie leaned back into Gordo's chest and listened to the fire crackle in her fireplace. "Gordo…what if this doesn't work out? I mean…what about college, and where would we live?"

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, never! Just…I don't want to ruin your future."

"Liz, I was the one who proposed to you, remember?" He laughed. "You're all that I want. And we'll figure everything out later. Right now I just want to relax." Gordo wrapped his arms around Lizzie then.

"Gordo, is that mistletoe over there?" She suggested playfully, gesturing to the front door.

"We don't need it," Gordo said, and kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Lizzie," he said after he pulled away.

"Merry Christmas, Gordo."

A/N: Well, I thought that was cute. ^^ Come back tomorrow. :)