Lizzie McGuire flipped her long platinum blond hair back away from
her face as she stared out into the abyss from the outside of the airport.
"Rome," she whispered dreamily, staring into a scenic abyss.
Gordo came up beside her, and followed her gaze to the outside, staring as
well. However, he shook himself back to reality when his arm began
twitched with the weight of Lizzie's luggage. "Yeah, great. Here is your
luggage." Lizzie tore her eyes away and took it gratefully.
"Thanks," she said. "You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Well you had your makeup bag, and what would we have done if someone had came up to, and took your makeup bag while you were struggling with a big bag of luggage? We couldn't have that, no."
"Don't patronize me Gordo." She retorted, balancing her luggage.
"Sorry," he mumbled. Then Lizzie felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, honey, ready to get going?" Jo McGuire's long fingernails began digging into Lizzie's shoulder.
"Mom, remember what we talked about?" Lizzie asked.
"Yes, yes honey I do."
"And you are going to . . ." Lizzie gave her a few seconds to answer. "Shut up?"
"Right," Jo said, nodding her head. Gordo rolled his eyes and began surveying the land again. It would be great if he had a video camera with him. The landscape was rolling, beautiful.
"I got a luggage carrier." Sam McGuire said, coming up next to the family.
"Well what else do you have?" Jo asked her husband.
"A pocked knife that I sneaked in on the plane," he said. "And a razor."
"Really?" Jo said. "What about OUR SON?? MATT?" She yelled.
"Whoops," Sam said. Jo dropped her luggage and ran into the airport.
"It happens to all of us," Gordo said, patting his arm. "After all, what can I say," he laughed. "It's Matt."
"He's okay," Lizzie said. "He's got to be okay. Hasn't he gotten lost in the airport before?"
"No," Sam said, looking elsewhere. "He hasn't."
"Dad," Lizzie said, "don't sweat it, okay?"
"He does have sweat beads on his forehead," Gordo observed. Lizzie glared at him and looked out at the airport. Italy. Clean, awesome Italy. If only Matt could just not ruin things for her, life would be splendid. Splendid. Lizzie dropped her luggage down and pushed her hair back with her hands.
Gordo stared at the blond strands, amazed at their perfection. Wanting to touch them was killing his mental stability, which was something he prided himself on.
"I found him," Jo said grimly. "He was showing magic tricks to the kids at their airport."
"They liked it!" Matt insisted. "I even pulled a rabbit out of a hat, and this girl fainted and everyone cheered, and-''
"And I had to write a check for three-hundred dollars to pay for a girl's medical bill," Jo finished and then dryly added. "The girl that fainted hit her head on some hard ground."
"All in the work of a good magician," Matt said with a flourish.
"Matt, next time, tell me when you are going to do magic tricks, okay?" Sam asked him. "You promise, right buddy?"
"Yeah, sure," Matt said, looking out to where Lizzie was staring, along with Gordo.
"Wait, why aren't you with the rest of the group?" Sam asked Gordo.
"I said you guys were distant cousins so the principal let me tag along," Gordo explained. And he caught Lizzie looking at him.
"I guess that is believable," Sam said, studying Gordo intently. "We do look alike. Maybe we really are related in some way."
"Sam," Jo croaked grimly. "You and Gordo are not related."
"No," he agreed. "But it would be cool. Because Gordo is practically a McGuire."
Gordo gave a little grimace. Not the image he was hoping for. More like, "Lizzie is practically a Gordon." He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts.
"Our honorary son, right," Jo mused. She put her arm around Sam and stared out along with everyone else. Matt was the first to arouse himself from the scene.
"Can we go now?" He complained. "My bunny is starting to rattle in its cage."
"Wait, you brought a real bunny?" Sam asked. "With fluffy ears?"
"No dad, I brought a tyrannosaurus rex." Matt rolled his eyes.
"I agree with Matt." Lizzie faced her family. "Can we just go?"
"Not before Matt gets rid of the bunny," Jo ordered. "Matt, get rid of the bunny."
"But he is so cute!" Matt revealed the bunny, in a small cage, its small mouth moving up and down. "It will be lonely without me."
"No, you idiot," Lizzie snapped. "Bunnies don't get lonely. Bunnies eat grass and carrots and don't care about anything else.
"Hey, don't insult Bartholemeau," Matt whined, shrinking back from Lizzie, who quickly stuck her tongue out at him.
"Matt," Jo said, craning her body around to look at him. "We aren't leaving until you get rid of the bunny."
"What if," Matt began, using his dramatic tone of voice, this bunny could predict the future. Win you thousands of dollars so we can never be poor again."
"Hey, we are not poor," Sam argued.
"I don't care if it could beam me to Timbuktu or Puerto Rico," Jo snapped. "And Sam," she whispered, "stop taking his side!"
"I am not taking his side," he muttered.
"Oh, sure you just keep thinking that," Jo muttered back. "Let me handle our son, alright?"
"Thanks," she said. "You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Well you had your makeup bag, and what would we have done if someone had came up to, and took your makeup bag while you were struggling with a big bag of luggage? We couldn't have that, no."
"Don't patronize me Gordo." She retorted, balancing her luggage.
"Sorry," he mumbled. Then Lizzie felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, honey, ready to get going?" Jo McGuire's long fingernails began digging into Lizzie's shoulder.
"Mom, remember what we talked about?" Lizzie asked.
"Yes, yes honey I do."
"And you are going to . . ." Lizzie gave her a few seconds to answer. "Shut up?"
"Right," Jo said, nodding her head. Gordo rolled his eyes and began surveying the land again. It would be great if he had a video camera with him. The landscape was rolling, beautiful.
"I got a luggage carrier." Sam McGuire said, coming up next to the family.
"Well what else do you have?" Jo asked her husband.
"A pocked knife that I sneaked in on the plane," he said. "And a razor."
"Really?" Jo said. "What about OUR SON?? MATT?" She yelled.
"Whoops," Sam said. Jo dropped her luggage and ran into the airport.
"It happens to all of us," Gordo said, patting his arm. "After all, what can I say," he laughed. "It's Matt."
"He's okay," Lizzie said. "He's got to be okay. Hasn't he gotten lost in the airport before?"
"No," Sam said, looking elsewhere. "He hasn't."
"Dad," Lizzie said, "don't sweat it, okay?"
"He does have sweat beads on his forehead," Gordo observed. Lizzie glared at him and looked out at the airport. Italy. Clean, awesome Italy. If only Matt could just not ruin things for her, life would be splendid. Splendid. Lizzie dropped her luggage down and pushed her hair back with her hands.
Gordo stared at the blond strands, amazed at their perfection. Wanting to touch them was killing his mental stability, which was something he prided himself on.
"I found him," Jo said grimly. "He was showing magic tricks to the kids at their airport."
"They liked it!" Matt insisted. "I even pulled a rabbit out of a hat, and this girl fainted and everyone cheered, and-''
"And I had to write a check for three-hundred dollars to pay for a girl's medical bill," Jo finished and then dryly added. "The girl that fainted hit her head on some hard ground."
"All in the work of a good magician," Matt said with a flourish.
"Matt, next time, tell me when you are going to do magic tricks, okay?" Sam asked him. "You promise, right buddy?"
"Yeah, sure," Matt said, looking out to where Lizzie was staring, along with Gordo.
"Wait, why aren't you with the rest of the group?" Sam asked Gordo.
"I said you guys were distant cousins so the principal let me tag along," Gordo explained. And he caught Lizzie looking at him.
"I guess that is believable," Sam said, studying Gordo intently. "We do look alike. Maybe we really are related in some way."
"Sam," Jo croaked grimly. "You and Gordo are not related."
"No," he agreed. "But it would be cool. Because Gordo is practically a McGuire."
Gordo gave a little grimace. Not the image he was hoping for. More like, "Lizzie is practically a Gordon." He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts.
"Our honorary son, right," Jo mused. She put her arm around Sam and stared out along with everyone else. Matt was the first to arouse himself from the scene.
"Can we go now?" He complained. "My bunny is starting to rattle in its cage."
"Wait, you brought a real bunny?" Sam asked. "With fluffy ears?"
"No dad, I brought a tyrannosaurus rex." Matt rolled his eyes.
"I agree with Matt." Lizzie faced her family. "Can we just go?"
"Not before Matt gets rid of the bunny," Jo ordered. "Matt, get rid of the bunny."
"But he is so cute!" Matt revealed the bunny, in a small cage, its small mouth moving up and down. "It will be lonely without me."
"No, you idiot," Lizzie snapped. "Bunnies don't get lonely. Bunnies eat grass and carrots and don't care about anything else.
"Hey, don't insult Bartholemeau," Matt whined, shrinking back from Lizzie, who quickly stuck her tongue out at him.
"Matt," Jo said, craning her body around to look at him. "We aren't leaving until you get rid of the bunny."
"What if," Matt began, using his dramatic tone of voice, this bunny could predict the future. Win you thousands of dollars so we can never be poor again."
"Hey, we are not poor," Sam argued.
"I don't care if it could beam me to Timbuktu or Puerto Rico," Jo snapped. "And Sam," she whispered, "stop taking his side!"
"I am not taking his side," he muttered.
"Oh, sure you just keep thinking that," Jo muttered back. "Let me handle our son, alright?"