A/N: OK, here goes. I know it's been months since I've updated. Many of you
have brought that to my attention (some more kindly than others). The fact
of the matter is, II do have a life outside of writing fanfiction. I know
it's summer and all, and I have more free time, but not all of that time is
spent doing this. Honestly, I got a little bored with all my stories. I
went away for a bit, hung out with my friends a lot, but now I want to
write again. So, I thought I'd get back into the groove by starting a new
story. I will update all my others very soon, I promise. But for now, enjoy
this, and review! And thanks to most of you guys for being patient!
As for the story line, this takes place in the future. The gang is all grown up, and they have jobs, families, etc. They are still tight though. Lizzie is about to drop a bombshell. Should be interesting!
Disclaimer: Disney owns Lizzie, not me!
The Best Man
Chapter One: Table Talk
30-year-old Lizzie McGuire dashed across the busy streets of New York, her blonde hair blowing behind her. She was late. 15 minutes late, and her lunch dates were not going to approve. They never did. Lizzie and her two best friends had vowed to see each other at least once a week. Usually it was more, but they all met for lunch every Wednesday. It had been a long- standing tradition. Finally, her destination came into view, and she ran even faster through the last crosswalk. She approached the restaurant, and slowed down so she could to open the door. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothed her suit coat, and drew a long breath hoping to put forth a composed façade over her chaotic nature.
"You're late McGuire." She heard a voice call out from the corner of the restaurant.
She turned around. Caught red-handed. She headed towards the table that the voice came from.
"Thanks Gordo." She replied sarcastically, as she sat down. "I wasn't sure."
"No problem." He smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's late." She remarked smugly. "Where is the 3rd amiga?"
"Oh, she's here." Gordo replied, taking a sip of his coke, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Let me guess." Lizzie ventured, knowing what Gordo meant. "She's in the bathroom?"
"Again." Gordo answered. "She tried to cover it up by saying she drank a lot of coffee this morning, but she looked really green."
"I don't know why she won't tell me." Lizzie complained. "We've never kept things from one another."
"Give her time." Gordo told Lizzie. "She's got a husband now. Remember?"
"How could I forget?" Lizzie retorted. "I've got Mom on my case reminding me about my, and I quote, 'ticking biological clock'."
Gordo laughed.
"Its not funny!" she remarked, hitting his shoulder. "And I don't see Matt helping to fulfill her dream of being a grandmother."
"I'm glad I'm not a girl." Gordo commented.
"What, you mean your Mom isn't nagging you about settling down?" Lizzie asked, annoyed at the double standard parents had for sons and daughters.
"Nope." He smiled. "My parents didn't get married until they were 33, and didn't have me till they were 35. I'm good for 3 more years."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I wish my mom would listen to them. I'm not ready to settle down. I like my life."
"Likewise." Gordo agreed.
"Not to mention the fact that I have enough trouble keeping track of myself." Lizzie continued. "Can you imagine me being responsible for another life!"
Gordo laughed even harder at this. "I have to agree with you there, McGuire. I mean, the first time you babysat we ended up almost killing your father, and then there was that time you lost Matt and Lanny."
"Thanks for reminding me Gordo." Lizzie replied. Gordo kept laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked a tall Hispanic looking girl as she approached the table. Her brown eyes were big and sparkling, and her black hair was cut chin-length and flipped out on the ends. She wore a denim skirt and a peasant blouse.
"Oh, I was just recalling some of Lizzie's more humorous babysitting experiences." Gordo replied, getting a nasty look from Lizzie.
"Hi Miranda." Lizzie greeted her best friend as she sat down.
"Hola chica." Miranda replied.
Just then, a waiter approached their table. "Good afternoon." He greeted.
"Hi Eric!" Lizzie chirped.
"How are we all today?" he asked.
"Pretty good." Gordo replied.
"Ditto." Miranda chirped.
"So, the usual order, I presume?" he asked.
"Yep." Gordo answered. "Turkey club, no tomato, with curly fries."
"BLT, no mayo, and an iced tea." Lizzie added.
"And a grilled cheese for you." Eric remarked, always amused at Miranda's juvenile lunch choice.
"Actually, I'll have the vegetable soup." Miranda corrected. "With extra crackers please."
"Okay." He wrote it down. "I'll be back with your iced tea."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "Vegetable soup?" she asked Miranda. That was weird. Miranda always ordered a grilled cheese. Ever since they were kids.
Gordo caught wind of Lizzie's suspicion. "Are you sick?" he asked.
Miranda bit her lip. "No, not exactly." She replied. She hesitated, nervously tapping her fingers. "I was going to wait to tell you." She remarked, but then continued. "This may come as a bit of a shock. I know James and I have only been married a few months, but..Guys, I'm going to have a baby." She looked up at them, waiting for a reaction.
Lizzie let out a squeal of delight, and Gordo broke into a huge grin.
"Congratulations!" he remarked. "Miranda, that's great!"
Lizzie gave her a knowing look. "Yay! I'm going to be an aunt!"
"You knew, didn't you?" Miranda asked, amused.
"I had a sneaking suspicion." Lizzie admitted.
They all laughed. "Well, I figured you'd know, but I wanted to wait a little." She explained.
"We understand." Gordo replied.
"So, when are you due?" Lizzie asked, excitedly.
"I'm about 3 months along." Miranda replied. "I'm due in July."
"I can't wait!" Lizzie exclaimed.
The trio ate their lunches and paid the bill, and got up to say their goodbyes.
Miranda stood up, hugged Lizzie and Gordo and headed off to her next consultation appointment. She had her own interior design business, and she was doing very well. She had been married to her husband James for 6 months. He was an architect and they had met when Miranda was commissioned to decorate a house he was building. He was a great guy. He got along really well with Lizzie and Gordo, and he made Miranda very happy.
Lizzie sighed as Miranda left, and she and Gordo got up.
"What's wrong?" Gordo asked, as she put her coat on.
"Nothing." Lizzie replied. "It's just, sometimes I wish I had it as together as Miranda does. I mean, she's successful, she's married, and now she's going to be a mom."
"Lizzie, you're very successful." Gordo pointed out, as they left the restaurant.
It was true. Lizzie had built quite a career for herself. She worked at a very popular magazine, Demure. It was a typical women's publication that covered everything from fashion to health and entertainment. Lizzie headed up the fashion and beauty department, and wrote a regular column. She had a nice apartment in Manhattan, and her two best friends in the same city. She led a very nice life.
"I know." She smiled back.
"And you'll find someone to share it all with." He promised.
"I know." She nodded her head.
"You just have to be patient." He explained.
"I know." She repeated. Then she looked at him. She was almost at eye- level. Even with heels on however, he still had a good 3 inches on her. His curly brown hair, although considerably shorter than it had been in their teenage years, was still as messy as ever. "Gordo, how come you always get to be the smart one?"
"It's a burden, really, always being right." He replied, cockily. He turned his head sideways, his blue eyes shining, and a smile on his face.
Lizzie hit him and rolled her eyes. They continued for a few more blocks and reached the Demure office.
Lizzie gave Gordo a hug.
"Goodbye, Aunt Lizzie." He called, walking back down the business steps.
"I'll call you tonight, Uncle Gordo!" she yelled back, laughing. Then she continued on up to her office.
TBC!
Just an intro - more to follow! Review!
As for the story line, this takes place in the future. The gang is all grown up, and they have jobs, families, etc. They are still tight though. Lizzie is about to drop a bombshell. Should be interesting!
Disclaimer: Disney owns Lizzie, not me!
The Best Man
Chapter One: Table Talk
30-year-old Lizzie McGuire dashed across the busy streets of New York, her blonde hair blowing behind her. She was late. 15 minutes late, and her lunch dates were not going to approve. They never did. Lizzie and her two best friends had vowed to see each other at least once a week. Usually it was more, but they all met for lunch every Wednesday. It had been a long- standing tradition. Finally, her destination came into view, and she ran even faster through the last crosswalk. She approached the restaurant, and slowed down so she could to open the door. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothed her suit coat, and drew a long breath hoping to put forth a composed façade over her chaotic nature.
"You're late McGuire." She heard a voice call out from the corner of the restaurant.
She turned around. Caught red-handed. She headed towards the table that the voice came from.
"Thanks Gordo." She replied sarcastically, as she sat down. "I wasn't sure."
"No problem." He smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's late." She remarked smugly. "Where is the 3rd amiga?"
"Oh, she's here." Gordo replied, taking a sip of his coke, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Let me guess." Lizzie ventured, knowing what Gordo meant. "She's in the bathroom?"
"Again." Gordo answered. "She tried to cover it up by saying she drank a lot of coffee this morning, but she looked really green."
"I don't know why she won't tell me." Lizzie complained. "We've never kept things from one another."
"Give her time." Gordo told Lizzie. "She's got a husband now. Remember?"
"How could I forget?" Lizzie retorted. "I've got Mom on my case reminding me about my, and I quote, 'ticking biological clock'."
Gordo laughed.
"Its not funny!" she remarked, hitting his shoulder. "And I don't see Matt helping to fulfill her dream of being a grandmother."
"I'm glad I'm not a girl." Gordo commented.
"What, you mean your Mom isn't nagging you about settling down?" Lizzie asked, annoyed at the double standard parents had for sons and daughters.
"Nope." He smiled. "My parents didn't get married until they were 33, and didn't have me till they were 35. I'm good for 3 more years."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I wish my mom would listen to them. I'm not ready to settle down. I like my life."
"Likewise." Gordo agreed.
"Not to mention the fact that I have enough trouble keeping track of myself." Lizzie continued. "Can you imagine me being responsible for another life!"
Gordo laughed even harder at this. "I have to agree with you there, McGuire. I mean, the first time you babysat we ended up almost killing your father, and then there was that time you lost Matt and Lanny."
"Thanks for reminding me Gordo." Lizzie replied. Gordo kept laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked a tall Hispanic looking girl as she approached the table. Her brown eyes were big and sparkling, and her black hair was cut chin-length and flipped out on the ends. She wore a denim skirt and a peasant blouse.
"Oh, I was just recalling some of Lizzie's more humorous babysitting experiences." Gordo replied, getting a nasty look from Lizzie.
"Hi Miranda." Lizzie greeted her best friend as she sat down.
"Hola chica." Miranda replied.
Just then, a waiter approached their table. "Good afternoon." He greeted.
"Hi Eric!" Lizzie chirped.
"How are we all today?" he asked.
"Pretty good." Gordo replied.
"Ditto." Miranda chirped.
"So, the usual order, I presume?" he asked.
"Yep." Gordo answered. "Turkey club, no tomato, with curly fries."
"BLT, no mayo, and an iced tea." Lizzie added.
"And a grilled cheese for you." Eric remarked, always amused at Miranda's juvenile lunch choice.
"Actually, I'll have the vegetable soup." Miranda corrected. "With extra crackers please."
"Okay." He wrote it down. "I'll be back with your iced tea."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "Vegetable soup?" she asked Miranda. That was weird. Miranda always ordered a grilled cheese. Ever since they were kids.
Gordo caught wind of Lizzie's suspicion. "Are you sick?" he asked.
Miranda bit her lip. "No, not exactly." She replied. She hesitated, nervously tapping her fingers. "I was going to wait to tell you." She remarked, but then continued. "This may come as a bit of a shock. I know James and I have only been married a few months, but..Guys, I'm going to have a baby." She looked up at them, waiting for a reaction.
Lizzie let out a squeal of delight, and Gordo broke into a huge grin.
"Congratulations!" he remarked. "Miranda, that's great!"
Lizzie gave her a knowing look. "Yay! I'm going to be an aunt!"
"You knew, didn't you?" Miranda asked, amused.
"I had a sneaking suspicion." Lizzie admitted.
They all laughed. "Well, I figured you'd know, but I wanted to wait a little." She explained.
"We understand." Gordo replied.
"So, when are you due?" Lizzie asked, excitedly.
"I'm about 3 months along." Miranda replied. "I'm due in July."
"I can't wait!" Lizzie exclaimed.
The trio ate their lunches and paid the bill, and got up to say their goodbyes.
Miranda stood up, hugged Lizzie and Gordo and headed off to her next consultation appointment. She had her own interior design business, and she was doing very well. She had been married to her husband James for 6 months. He was an architect and they had met when Miranda was commissioned to decorate a house he was building. He was a great guy. He got along really well with Lizzie and Gordo, and he made Miranda very happy.
Lizzie sighed as Miranda left, and she and Gordo got up.
"What's wrong?" Gordo asked, as she put her coat on.
"Nothing." Lizzie replied. "It's just, sometimes I wish I had it as together as Miranda does. I mean, she's successful, she's married, and now she's going to be a mom."
"Lizzie, you're very successful." Gordo pointed out, as they left the restaurant.
It was true. Lizzie had built quite a career for herself. She worked at a very popular magazine, Demure. It was a typical women's publication that covered everything from fashion to health and entertainment. Lizzie headed up the fashion and beauty department, and wrote a regular column. She had a nice apartment in Manhattan, and her two best friends in the same city. She led a very nice life.
"I know." She smiled back.
"And you'll find someone to share it all with." He promised.
"I know." She nodded her head.
"You just have to be patient." He explained.
"I know." She repeated. Then she looked at him. She was almost at eye- level. Even with heels on however, he still had a good 3 inches on her. His curly brown hair, although considerably shorter than it had been in their teenage years, was still as messy as ever. "Gordo, how come you always get to be the smart one?"
"It's a burden, really, always being right." He replied, cockily. He turned his head sideways, his blue eyes shining, and a smile on his face.
Lizzie hit him and rolled her eyes. They continued for a few more blocks and reached the Demure office.
Lizzie gave Gordo a hug.
"Goodbye, Aunt Lizzie." He called, walking back down the business steps.
"I'll call you tonight, Uncle Gordo!" she yelled back, laughing. Then she continued on up to her office.
TBC!
Just an intro - more to follow! Review!