"Moment Like This"
Chapter: 1/Dear Lizzie
By: Sesen
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Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, or any of the characters. A lot of the text doesn't belong to me, either.
A/N: The *'s indicate notes/eMAILs.

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She was sitting in her desk, trying to find the area of a triangle. She leaned over to me, and asked simply, "Gordo? I really don't get this." Her long, golden tresses fell into her eyes slightly, and the light caught her platinum highlights, and made her necklace glitter a bit. Of course, this drew my attention to her perfect form. She wasn't stick-thin, which is what I like, and completely… perfect. The fluorescent lights normally didn't do anyone justice, but it made her look like she was glowing. Like a Goddess or something. It caught her bright yellow shirt perfectly, especially when he moved her arms, her sleeves shook a little, almost as if they were begging me to look at her. As if I needed begging, but still. I couldn't resist the urge to take a grateful one-over when she leaned over to me.

"What don't you get?" I whispered back.

"The math." She stated, as if it were obvious. I gave a soft chuckle.

"Gordon! McGuire! Shut your mouths, or be faced with a detention." Mr. Wilson, the evil math teacher, who I actually liked before he ruined the moment between Lizzie and I, scolded.

We nodded in agreement. A few moments later, I quietly pulled a piece of paper out of my notebook, and scribbled a quick note on it. I leaned down as if I were tying my shoes, and placed the note by Lizzie's feet. She dropped her pencil, on purpose, and leaned down to retrieve both the pencil and the note.

*Lizzie-
Hey. Mr. Wilson should know we were only talking about the math! I mean, like we'd ever talk about anything else?*

This made Lizzie's shoulders shake in a silent laugh, and it made my heart flutter. I loved seeing her laugh. Her eyes glanced over at me, and I was watching her. Those eyes… God… they were shining in amusement, and warmed my entire being. She turned her attention back to the note.

*Anyways, if you really need help with all this, you can come over after school, and we can go over it. Let me know…
-Gordo*

Lizzie looked up at him, her eyes shining. She nodded vigorously, and tucked the note into her back pocket, smiling. She picked up her pencil, and began to pretend to do her work, but really just doodling on her paper, and writing a note to Miranda. I turned my attention back to my work, and for a few minutes actually thought about base times height. Then Lizzie shifted in her seat, and her shoulders shook slightly. Of course, the sleeves moves, and brought my attention back to her. I couldn't help but stare. Then she glanced over at me.

"What? Do I like, have something on my face?"

"Nah. You're perfect." She shook her head, and turned back to her "work", rubbing her cheek lightly, as if she didn't believe me. I turned back to my notebook, and hastily finished my work. Maybe one day, I'll grow the backbone to tell her, though I really wasn't there yet. Maybe next week, I'll ask her to a movie or something. Maybe.

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I was sitting at my desk in my room, trying to concentrate on my Science project. I looked over at the computer, and the picture I had hung on it. A picture of Lizzie and I from our family's yearly spring break trip to Florida. We had our arms around each other, and we were wearing our bathing suits, with towels wrapped round our waists. She had a baby blue tankini on, but it was short enough to have made me look twice at her all summer. Maybe I fell in love with her way back then. That was almost a year ago. Wait- did I just use the words "in love" while describing Lizzie? I began to trace my thought process back. Indeed I had. Wow… I never thought I'd fall in love with her. But yet, I did, somehow. My thought trailed to the Dear Lizzie column. I took hold of my PC's mouse, and went to the e-zine's web page. I let go of the mouse, and my fingers began to tap away at the keyboard.

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Lizzie walked into the computer lab. She looked even better in black then she did in yellow, and I hadn't thought it was possible. Her hair was down again, which was how I liked it. Hell, I'd think she was still the most beautiful girl in the world, even if she shaved her head. But I enjoyed to watch her straight blonde locks fall around her shoulders. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, as she entered, asking, "Hey Gordo! Did you get my column?"

"Yea, and I see you had it in you to answer on last letter." I replied, gratefully.

"Well I couldn't let 'Confused Guy' down."

"You didn't." IDIOT! Why

"What?"

"Nothing, um, looks like everything is ready to go here." I remembered the letter I wrote to her, anonymously, as I watched her lightly flip her hair over her shoulders.

*Dear Lizzie,
I think I may like my best friend as… more then a friend. What should I do?

Signed,
Confused Guy.*

And I began to remember her response.

*Dear Confused,
I wish I could tell you what to do, but, I can't. All I can say is just follow your heart, It'll tell you what's right.*

Veruca walked in, and asked if Lizzie was ready to go, which fueled my curiosity. "Where're you going?"

"Oh, I'm gonna walk Veruca to class. Standing up to her bully didn't really work, but we did learn that there is safety in numbers." She slung her bag over her shoulder, making her hair shake, causing me to love her just a little bit more. She turned to leave.

"Lizzie, wait." She looked at me expectantly from the doorway. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Yeah?" She asked, and it seemed like she really cared what I had to say.

I hesitated. "You give great advice." How can I have a 4.0 and be this freaking stupid?!

She smiled, that amazing, beautiful smile, and her eyes sparkled. I just gave her the goofy grin that's unique to me, and always made me look like an idiot, and she turned down the hall. I was still smiling, even after she left. *Follow your heart. It'll tell you what's right.* She really does give great advice. Although, my heart is wherever she is. So, in order to follow my heart, I'd have to stalk her, and that might turn her off a bit. Even more then I already do. But maybe one day, if God decides it doesn't hate me, she'll at least look twice at me. Maybe, if I'm really lucky.

~Fin.

A/N: So, I'm thinking of doing a Gordo **Maybe Lizzie** POV for each good L/G moment. I don't know. Review, PLEASE!! The purple button feels lonely and neglected! And I did mean to say "it" while referring to God. I don't want to get into a Wicca lesson, but I don't believe God has gender. TTFN!