Disclaimer: Muhahaha!! I OWN Lizzie McGuire. I keep Lizzie, Miranda and
Gordo in a glass box under my bed. This story is true from beginning to
end! I promise you that…Muhahahahah!!!….What? You don't believe me…but, but
why!? Oh…that's right. Lizzie McGuire isn't real…it's just a TV show. Gosh,
I'm stupid. ~~~ You guys get that this is purely fictional? Good. No
chance of suing me then. Thanks! ~~Victori
"Lizzie!" Miranda squealed as she spotted her best friend from down the hall. "Over here!" She jumped up and down so her small form could be seen over the huge mass of people crowding the corridor. "Lizzie! Lizzie McGuire!"
Lizzie looked up from the sheet of paper in her hand to spot her best friend waving frantically at her from a good ten yards away. She grinned and waved back. "Hi, Miranda!" she called as she started to push her way through the swarm of lost, confused freshman and arrogant sophomores who thought they now knew everything. By the time she reached Miranda she was out of breath, and sweating, but was still smiling. She and Miranda embraced as they started talking excitedly, and compared their schedules.
"Choir, Lunch, and Physics," Lizzie said triumphantly. "That's three out of the eight!" she declared.
"Not bad," Miranda shrugged, still a little disappointed that they had gym and math at separate times. "Have you run into Gordo yet?"
Lizzie folded her schedule and slipped it into the back pocket of her black leather flair pants. "No, not yet," she answered, her gaze slipping down the hall to look for the third person of their trio. "I wonder where he is," she murmured. "It's not like he isn't easy to pick out."
"No kidding," Miranda chuckled. "At six four, who isn't?!" They laughed together as they scanned the hallway in front of them.
"I wonder how ripped he is from boot camp," Lizzie chided. "I hope they didn't make him shave his hair."
"Oh, they did," a deep, rumbling voice came from behind them. Both girls squealed as they did a 180 to face their friend.
"Gordo!" the girls squealed together. Miranda was the first one in his arms, giving him a tight hug. "Oh my God! You look fantastic!" she cooed, tapping his chest. "What did they do to you!?" she didn't wait for him to answer before turning to Lizzie. "Doesn't he look great, Liz?"
All Lizzie could do was stare with her jaw dropped. Gordo had left that June as himself: tall and skinny, with a full mop of curly brown hair. However he had come back tall and well toned with a baldhead, a sturdy stance and an air of confidence that surrounded him. Look good? He looked fantastic! Well, except for the hair part.
"Lizzie?" Miranda prodded, elbowing her in the ribs. "You're drooling, it's just Gordo!"
"What? Oh. Yeah, Gordo, you…you look terrific!" she finally managed to choke out. Too terrific, she thought. "Except," she façade a pouty face. "They cut off all your gorgeous hair!"
"It's just hair, it'll grow back," Gordo grinned and held out his hand for the girl he had known since diaper days. "You look quite fantastic yourself, Liz Babe," he winked at her. "That life gaurding job must've agreed with you."
Lizzie chuckled nervously as she felt color rise to her cheeks. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. Cut it out! It's just Gordo! David Gordon…DIAPER BUDDY! "Yeah, I had a blast this summer," she chuckled. "The tan was just an added bonus."
"Don't I get a hug, Lizzie?" Gordo whispered, watching her with amused eyes.
"Wha—OH!" Lizzie threw herself into his arms and he pulled her close, burring his face in her hair. He'd always loved the smell of her hair. "Of course you do," she mumbled into his shirt. "You're my best friend."
Miranda watched the two, amusement playing in the pretty features on her face. She had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a year.
"Lizzie!" Miranda squealed as she spotted her best friend from down the hall. "Over here!" She jumped up and down so her small form could be seen over the huge mass of people crowding the corridor. "Lizzie! Lizzie McGuire!"
Lizzie looked up from the sheet of paper in her hand to spot her best friend waving frantically at her from a good ten yards away. She grinned and waved back. "Hi, Miranda!" she called as she started to push her way through the swarm of lost, confused freshman and arrogant sophomores who thought they now knew everything. By the time she reached Miranda she was out of breath, and sweating, but was still smiling. She and Miranda embraced as they started talking excitedly, and compared their schedules.
"Choir, Lunch, and Physics," Lizzie said triumphantly. "That's three out of the eight!" she declared.
"Not bad," Miranda shrugged, still a little disappointed that they had gym and math at separate times. "Have you run into Gordo yet?"
Lizzie folded her schedule and slipped it into the back pocket of her black leather flair pants. "No, not yet," she answered, her gaze slipping down the hall to look for the third person of their trio. "I wonder where he is," she murmured. "It's not like he isn't easy to pick out."
"No kidding," Miranda chuckled. "At six four, who isn't?!" They laughed together as they scanned the hallway in front of them.
"I wonder how ripped he is from boot camp," Lizzie chided. "I hope they didn't make him shave his hair."
"Oh, they did," a deep, rumbling voice came from behind them. Both girls squealed as they did a 180 to face their friend.
"Gordo!" the girls squealed together. Miranda was the first one in his arms, giving him a tight hug. "Oh my God! You look fantastic!" she cooed, tapping his chest. "What did they do to you!?" she didn't wait for him to answer before turning to Lizzie. "Doesn't he look great, Liz?"
All Lizzie could do was stare with her jaw dropped. Gordo had left that June as himself: tall and skinny, with a full mop of curly brown hair. However he had come back tall and well toned with a baldhead, a sturdy stance and an air of confidence that surrounded him. Look good? He looked fantastic! Well, except for the hair part.
"Lizzie?" Miranda prodded, elbowing her in the ribs. "You're drooling, it's just Gordo!"
"What? Oh. Yeah, Gordo, you…you look terrific!" she finally managed to choke out. Too terrific, she thought. "Except," she façade a pouty face. "They cut off all your gorgeous hair!"
"It's just hair, it'll grow back," Gordo grinned and held out his hand for the girl he had known since diaper days. "You look quite fantastic yourself, Liz Babe," he winked at her. "That life gaurding job must've agreed with you."
Lizzie chuckled nervously as she felt color rise to her cheeks. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. Cut it out! It's just Gordo! David Gordon…DIAPER BUDDY! "Yeah, I had a blast this summer," she chuckled. "The tan was just an added bonus."
"Don't I get a hug, Lizzie?" Gordo whispered, watching her with amused eyes.
"Wha—OH!" Lizzie threw herself into his arms and he pulled her close, burring his face in her hair. He'd always loved the smell of her hair. "Of course you do," she mumbled into his shirt. "You're my best friend."
Miranda watched the two, amusement playing in the pretty features on her face. She had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a year.