All I want for Christmas Is You- Chapter 1

*Hey there-This is my new story. Special Edition! It's a Christmas Story. Of coarse it's Lizzie/Gordo. And maybe Matt/Miranda!!! It's awesome. . .My sister is helping me write it so it's going to rock!*

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters. All events relating to the War in Iraq are fiction. I don't own, you don't sue.

"Okay. . .Okay" Jo McGuire whispered into the receiver. "I love you too. Be careful baby. Bye." She softly placed the phone back on its cradle as tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly walked over to stand in front of the Christmas tree. She and Sam had put it up by themselves this year. With both kids out of the house, Lizzie at college and Matt fighting the war in Iraq, she often resulted to studying the ornaments, some homemade by the kids when they were 'kids'.
"Jo? Are you okay?" Sam asked from the landing.
"Yes, I guess I will be." Jo wiped a tear from her cheek and plopped down on the couch.
"Was that Lizzie?" Sam inquired, coming to sit by his wife of 22 years.
"No it was Matt."
"You didn't let me talk to him?" Sam was suddenly aware of the reason of Matt's call and the reason of Jo's mood.
"No, he only had a minute; he just wanted to let us know he can't make it home for Christmas." Another tear escaped down Jo's cheek.
"What about Lizzie?" He asked quietly.
"I don't know, it seems like she is too busy to call and tell us." Jo stared into the dimly lit fireplace.
"She'll call soon, I know she will." Sam kissed her head and they sat in silence. As if on cue, the telephone began to ring. Sam pulled the cordless off the base.

"Hello?"
"Hey, Dad!"
"Lizzie! It's been awhile!"
"Yah, I know I've been really busy with finals, I meant to call like, a week ago, but this is the first chance I've gotten. Have you heard from Matt?
"Yeah, um. . .He's not going to make it home."
"Oh, Dad."
"Mom's really torn up, but that's how war is, he's only a private, so he doesn't get many privileges."
"Man, I miss him."
"We all do."
"Well on a lighter note, count me present for Christmas. . ."
"That's great!"
". . . And Miranda and Gordo too, if you guys will let them.

"That sounds good to me. What about you Jo?" Sam quickly explained it to her. "She says yes, she's already started cleaning!"
"Hahaha! That's good because we're driving up tomorrow. Only 7 more shopping days left! I got to run! I still have one more final left in like 30 minutes."
"Bye sweetie! I can't wait to see you kids."
"Bye! Love you!"

20 year old Lizzie McGuire stared out the window at the softly falling snow. In California, it was unusual to see snow, especially for Christmas. It made her miss her brother because the first time and only time she'd seen snow before was when she and Matt were growing up. She heard the doorknob rattling and she turned just as a young girl with thick black hair come bouncing in.
"Hey Miranda" Lizzie said smiling sympathetically.
"Hey! Any word?" Miranda asked taking off her heavy coat and dusting the snow out of her hair. "It's really coming down now."
"Yeah, um. . . I talked to my parents." Lizzie stated, obviously stalling.
"Oh did they say yes?" Miranda flung herself down on her bed. They were in their dorm room they shared at UCLA.
"Yes, they'd love to have you and Gordo."
"What about Matt?" Miranda stared hopefully at her friend. Ever since they'd gone off to college Miranda had realized she had feelings for Lizzie's little brother, and was planning on telling him over Christmas vacation.
"No. . .He isn't coming home." Lizzie noted the look of disappointment of her best friend's face.
"Lizzie, I should have told him sooner. What if something happens to him, what if. . ."
"Shh! Miranda don't think like that." Lizzie scolded. Their conversation was cut short by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Lizzie stood up from her place by the window and crossed the room. She swung open the door and there was Gordo.
"Hey!" Lizzie exclaimed, her face lighting up. Gordo was covered with snow flakes. Gordo wrapped his arms around her in a big hug.
"Hey." Gordo inhaled the sent of her hair. Then he caught a glimpse of Miranda rolling her eyes.
"Oh my Gosh!" Lizzie exclaimed. "I forgot I have to go take my last final!" Lizzie scurried around the room searching frantically for her coat and books. On her way out the door Gordo slipped his coat over her shoulders because her attempt to find her own failed. "I'll be back at 7:30!" She yelled as she hoped into the elevator.
"You've got it bad." Miranda stated as she rolled over onto her stomach.
"Miranda, its Lizzie we are talking about!" Gordo exclaimed throwing a pillow at her.
"How come you are the only two people who don't know you are in love with each other?" Miranda asked laughing at Gordo's facial expression.
"We are not in love with each other." Gordo said defensively. He flopped onto his back on Lizzie's bed.
"Denial. And if you aren't in love with her then why are you smelling her pillow?" Miranda looked over at Gordo who had his face pressed into Lizzie's pillow case.
"Miranda, don't make me hurt you." Gordo threw a second pillow at her.
"Seriously Gordo, everyone can tell that you guys are wrapped up in each other. Neither one of you date " Miranda logically explained.
"You are right about one thing, I do love Lizzie, and more than you know, but she couldn't possible love me. I've known her for forever and have loved her for forever. So if she were going to have feelings for me she would have had them before now." Gordo rolled off the bed and walked over to the kitchenette. "Got anything to eat?"
"She loves you more than you know David Gordon." Miranda muttered underneath her breath and got up to make sure Gordo didn't eat the whole pantry.

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