Okay so, I got a spark of muse that I couldn't help but start writing. I haven't writen fanfiction in a long time and this is my first Lizzie Mcguire. This is basicly just a little intro, more characters and history will come into play in the two chapter. But this story is very Gordo-centered. So please reviews are loved.

17-year-old David Gordon stared blankly at the white screen in front of him. The blinking line seemed to mock him as it waited for him to start writing. The paper was due tomorrow and he'd been warned that without it he was at risk of losing his picture perfect GPA. It didn't help matters that right now his mind was completely blocked, not a single sentence that made any sense came to mind. At least not one that had anything to do with his English assignment or The Kite Runner. Shaking his head in order to break out of his thoughtful trance, sitting up in the badly worn leather chair.

He leaned forward,rubbing the back of his stiff head in hopes to relieve some of the pressure. Then he grabbed his backpack,searching through it before pulling out his English binder. But as he turned the page to the current set of notes, it all read like gibberish to him right now. Rubbing his eyes to try and focus but once again it came up with nothing. He tossed the binder on his desk slightly harder then he had meant to,making a mess out of the couple of empty cans and pages that crowded his computer desk.

Sighing defeated, he pushed himself out of the chair before glancing over at his alarm clock. The numbers reads were bright in his dimly lit room, screaming at him that it was nearly three in the morning. With a humorless chuckle, Gordo amused himself with the fact that the paper was now due today. He ran his hand through his short curly dark locks,pulling softly in silent frustration. He just didn't understand was what wrong with his tonight. Gordo was known constantly as the smart one in his group of friends, ever since middle school. A title that had followed him even to this day as he raced towards the end of his senior year. Larry Tudgeman and him never failed to be the best in school, but Larry was more so the nerdy one. And Gordo was happy with the fact that he was more so smart then nerdy.

Gordo knew he had to accept one thing; he just had too much on his mind right now to finish this paper. Though he was pretty sure that Mr. Cole wasn't going to get him an extension on it. His hard ass of a English teacher was known for never accepting late work. Even to David Gordon, the kid who was probably one of the brightest kids in Hillridge. And right now, Gordo hardly even cared about his assignment. Also that fact that he had to get up in a little over three hours was keeping him from really tying. So instead of going back to his seat in front of the blank computer screen, Gordo made his way to his connected bathroom. He stepped up to the mirror in his bathroom,turning on the rush of warm water from the sink. Cupping his hands and filling them with water, Gordo leaned in and splashed the water in his face.

As he looked back to the mirror, he slowly scanned his own face. Gordo was not the same boy he'd been in middle school in both mind and body. His dorky ways had long since matured, he was no longer the arguemental 'fact-stater' as he was when he was thirteen. no, he'd grown up to be an adult. A real one, and not just the man his Jewish beliefs claimed he was when he was thirteen. But that was it, just about everything had changed. Gordo was no longer short either, a feature that he always haunted him and caused many self-confident issue. Especially in middle school when his two girl best friends were taller then him. But not anymore, Gordo was almost pleased to state that he was roughly 6'2 after an amazing growth spurt in ninth grade. That wasn't even the end of the story, Gordo had also joined the basketball team with Ethan that same year. Also in his freshmen year he, along with all the other male freshmen, were forced to attend a weightlifting class for the gym credit. He'd enjoyed it more then just being a forced course, so he and Ethan Craft had taken it every year since. No, he was some muscle man but the lean muscle he had gained was impressive.

Mix in bright gray blue eyes and dark brown curls that sometimes fell in those eyes, Gordo was seen as one of the hottest boys in Hillridge high. And he was perfectly content with being known as the smart, hot one. He pushed away from the sink and stripped out of his clothing. After a long hot shower, Gordo was finally able to flopped down into his soft unmade bed but with a his last thought of agony it was only for a few hours.