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It was the middle of July, now, and the hot Californian sun was threatening to make Lizzie pass out. Not being able to go swimming (she was grounded for the rest of summer vacation) was driving her crazy. But that wasn't all that was eating away at her heart; she hadn't talked to Gordo since they had arrived home from Rome. Lizzie had tried calling several times, but Gordo always muttered some lame excuse into the phone before hanging up.
Toon Lizzie: I really should try calling again…no! When he wants to talk he'll come to me.
Lizzie turned over on her bed and stretched out, trying to cool herself down. She stared at the phone on her night stand, trying to send ESP through it to Gordo. "Call, call, call…" she muttered. The phone didn't ring. "Fine, don't ring! See if I care!" She glared and stood up.
"Mom!" Matt yelled from Lizzie's doorway. "Lizzie's talking to inanimate objects again!"
"Matt! Get out of my room!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"I need to borrow your Simple Plan CD." Matt announced, going over to the stereo and searching for the disc of his desire.
"Uh, NO!" Lizzie said. "I'm counting to three and then you're going to be screaming…in PAIN! One, two…"
"Got it!" Matt held the CD box up triumphantly and retreated to his own room.
"Mom!" Lizzie yelled down the staircase, "Is it too late to give him up for adoption?"
"Kids, stop your bickering and get down here for breakfast!" Jo said, ignoring her daughter's question. It had been purely rhetorical, anyway.
The kids clambered down the stairs and to the table. Suddenly the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Lizzie screeched and picked up the receiver. "Hello? Hello? They must have hung up."
"It's probably Lanny," Matt said, getting up and snatching the phone.
"Who did you think it was, Lizzie?" Jo asked, setting a platter of pancakes down.
"Um…I thought maybe it was Gordo."
"Speaking of Gordo, I haven't seen him around lately." Sam said.
Toon Lizzie: Great. The one time Dad decides to be observant is the one time I don't want to talk.
"Well, I have been grounded. Thanks for the food." Lizzie grabbed a buttermilk flapjack and sprinted from the room.
"I think there's something else going on," Sam said.
Jo rolled her eyes, "Well, of course there is! I told Lizzie she could have Gordo over, but she's just been sulking around the house all summer, instead."
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Lizzie threw on some clothes, tired of being in her old PJ's. They needed to be washed, anyway. Just as the blonde teenager was applying some lip gloss, there was a knock at the door. Lizzie figured it was probably her mom, wondering what was wrong.
Lizzie steadied herself and called, "Come in!"
Jo came and sat on her daughter's bed. "Liz, honey, come sit with me. We need to talk."
"Okay, what's up?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Honey, why aren't you talking to Gordo?"
"Who says I'm not talking to him?"
"I'm a mom, I know these things. Did something else happen in Rome that I should know about?"
Lizzie leaned back and clutched a pillow to her face, muffling her words. "I kissed him."
"What?"
"I KISSED HIM!"
Jo snatched the pillow away and demanded, "Lizzie McGuire, what did you say?"
"I said I kissed him, okay? I kissed my best friend and now I'm avoiding him! I'm such a terrible person."
Jo smirked and whispered, "I knew this would happen."
"What?" Lizzie asked, blushing a shade of red a ripe tomato would envy.
"You and Gordo are…are soul mates, or something, sweetheart! You two just have so much chemistry! Now, will you be embarrassed if I ask a question?"
Lizzie groaned, "What is it?"
"Did he kiss back?"
"Yeah…" Lizzie said.
"Then he probably likes you, too, sweetheart! What are you avoiding him for?"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Lizzie jumped off her bed and began to pace. "Who said I like Gordo?"
"Well, don't you?"
Lizzie paused mid-step and smiled slightly. "Well…yeah I guess I do."
"Then tell him!"
"But…what about…Miranda? And Dad would kill Gordo if he found out!"
"I think Miranda will be very supportive, and well, maybe your dad would kill Gordo. But he would kill him reluctantly!"
Lizzie giggled.
Toon Lizzie: Hey…maybe mom doesn't want to pry into my personal life. She could be a big help.
"I have to go, sweetheart." Jo said, "But I can tell you one thing…you HAVE to tell Gordo. He won't wait forever." With that she left the room. But she didn't notice the voice recorder by the door (that had been left open when Jo came in) that Matt ran to snatch up a moment later.
You know everything that I'm afraid of I know I should tell you how I feel Ooh, I got a crush on you You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
You do everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you
I wish everyone would disappear
Everytime you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
Sometimes you tell me things that I don't want to know
I just want to hold you
You say exactly how you feel about her
I wonder, could you ever think of me that way
Crush by Mandy Moore