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
Friends forever. That's what they had declared to each other at the end of their seventh grade year. That they would be friends forever, no matter what. And they had been tested the past five years, but between jobs, and boyfriends and girlfriends, between fights, harsh words and the silent treatment that had always come out on top. They still held onto each other, and they knew they always would.
"Yoo-hoo!" Miranda chided, waving a hand in front of Lizzie's face. "Where did you go?"
"Where Lizzie always goes when she's spaced out, 'Randa," Gordo chuckled. "Lizzie Land!" Both teens broke into giggles when Lizzie finally snapped to attention.
"Huh? What?" she asked, her blue eyes getting large when she realized they were laughing at her. "What did I do?!"
"Nothing, Liz," Gordo sighed, wrapping an arm around her slender shoulders and tweaking her nose with his thumb and forefinger. "We were just wondering if you were going to join us for lunch, or stare across the room for the entire period."
"I uh, I--," Lizzie broke herself off. Since when did Gordo touching her affect her ability to form words?
"Just say 'yes,' Lizzie," Miranda smiled. "We're going to go sit outside and eat, c'mon," she motioned for the two to follow her, grinning. They would make the cutest of couples; she thought and actually giggled out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Gordo asked. Lizzie and he were still walking behind her, and he still had his arm around her. Well isn't this interesting, Miranda's thoughts twirled. I think we may have a romance starting here…
"Oh…nothing," she shrugged, answering Gordo's question. Lizzie looked at her best girlfriend questionably before pulling away from Gordo and sitting on the ground under the large oak tree that was their tradition. Lizzie missed the hurt expression on Gordo's face, but Miranda sure didn't.
They settled into their usual lunch routine, trading food and nipping off each other's plates while making idle conversation about nothing in particular. Lizzie took this time to study her two best friends. All three of them had changed so much since their junior high years, Gordo probably the most. Miranda had stayed almost her exact same height: five foot one, while she herself had grown to five six. Gordo, who had been shorter then Lizzie until their freshman year in high school had shot from five four to six for in less then eight months. Where Miranda had stayed tiny and cute, Lizzie had grown mature and beautiful. Gordo had gone from a boy to a man.
So why is it just now that I'm noticing that Gordo is no longer a boy, Lizzie wondered, chewing thoughtfully on her turkey and swiss cheese sandwich. Because you never wanted to notice before…a nagging voice answered her own thoughts.
"So!" she declared out loud. "Who are the prospects for Homecoming this year?"
"Date prospects?" Miranda questioned. "Hopefully Jeremy Adams, oh is he so hot or what?!" she squealed.
"So hot," Lizzie agreed, grinning. "Gordo? Yours?"
"I…I um, I don't know yet," he stammered, not looking up from his bag of Cheetos. "I just…" he shrugged, not wanting to finish his sentence. "I dunno. You?"
Lizzie gaze immediately dropped also. "I'm not sure yet either," she answered honestly. "I just, don't know how he'll receive it."
Gordo forced his gaze up from the ground. "Any guy would be lucky to go with you, Liz," he chuckled nervously. "I know I'd be honored."
"Gordo!!" Miranda cried. "Did you just ask Lizzie to Homecoming!?"
"What?!" Gordo shot a look at Miranda that could have killed a Rottweiler. "No! Of course no--," he broke himself off when he noticed Lizzie gaze on him. "Unless you'd want to go with me?" he made himself say. I'm going to kill Miranda for that, he promised himself. I wanted to ask her in a special way.
Gordo noticed the blush that filled Lizzie's cheeks as her jaw dropped and her gaze lowered. "It's okay if you don't, Liz…" he trailed off, praying to God above that she said yes.
"No!" Lizzie eyes shot up once again. "No, Gordo, I'd love to go with you," she smiled then, and her whole face lit up. It was all Gordo could do not to grab her by the shoulders and kiss that sensuous mouth until it was bruised and swollen.
Instead he just grinned. "Great! It's a date!"
"Ooh!" Miranda chided. "Lizzie and Gordo—ow!" she broke off as both her friends attacked her from each side.
Friends forever. That's what they had declared to each other at the end of their seventh grade year. That they would be friends forever, no matter what. And they had been tested the past five years, but between jobs, and boyfriends and girlfriends, between fights, harsh words and the silent treatment that had always come out on top. They still held onto each other, and they knew they always would.
"Yoo-hoo!" Miranda chided, waving a hand in front of Lizzie's face. "Where did you go?"
"Where Lizzie always goes when she's spaced out, 'Randa," Gordo chuckled. "Lizzie Land!" Both teens broke into giggles when Lizzie finally snapped to attention.
"Huh? What?" she asked, her blue eyes getting large when she realized they were laughing at her. "What did I do?!"
"Nothing, Liz," Gordo sighed, wrapping an arm around her slender shoulders and tweaking her nose with his thumb and forefinger. "We were just wondering if you were going to join us for lunch, or stare across the room for the entire period."
"I uh, I--," Lizzie broke herself off. Since when did Gordo touching her affect her ability to form words?
"Just say 'yes,' Lizzie," Miranda smiled. "We're going to go sit outside and eat, c'mon," she motioned for the two to follow her, grinning. They would make the cutest of couples; she thought and actually giggled out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Gordo asked. Lizzie and he were still walking behind her, and he still had his arm around her. Well isn't this interesting, Miranda's thoughts twirled. I think we may have a romance starting here…
"Oh…nothing," she shrugged, answering Gordo's question. Lizzie looked at her best girlfriend questionably before pulling away from Gordo and sitting on the ground under the large oak tree that was their tradition. Lizzie missed the hurt expression on Gordo's face, but Miranda sure didn't.
They settled into their usual lunch routine, trading food and nipping off each other's plates while making idle conversation about nothing in particular. Lizzie took this time to study her two best friends. All three of them had changed so much since their junior high years, Gordo probably the most. Miranda had stayed almost her exact same height: five foot one, while she herself had grown to five six. Gordo, who had been shorter then Lizzie until their freshman year in high school had shot from five four to six for in less then eight months. Where Miranda had stayed tiny and cute, Lizzie had grown mature and beautiful. Gordo had gone from a boy to a man.
So why is it just now that I'm noticing that Gordo is no longer a boy, Lizzie wondered, chewing thoughtfully on her turkey and swiss cheese sandwich. Because you never wanted to notice before…a nagging voice answered her own thoughts.
"So!" she declared out loud. "Who are the prospects for Homecoming this year?"
"Date prospects?" Miranda questioned. "Hopefully Jeremy Adams, oh is he so hot or what?!" she squealed.
"So hot," Lizzie agreed, grinning. "Gordo? Yours?"
"I…I um, I don't know yet," he stammered, not looking up from his bag of Cheetos. "I just…" he shrugged, not wanting to finish his sentence. "I dunno. You?"
Lizzie gaze immediately dropped also. "I'm not sure yet either," she answered honestly. "I just, don't know how he'll receive it."
Gordo forced his gaze up from the ground. "Any guy would be lucky to go with you, Liz," he chuckled nervously. "I know I'd be honored."
"Gordo!!" Miranda cried. "Did you just ask Lizzie to Homecoming!?"
"What?!" Gordo shot a look at Miranda that could have killed a Rottweiler. "No! Of course no--," he broke himself off when he noticed Lizzie gaze on him. "Unless you'd want to go with me?" he made himself say. I'm going to kill Miranda for that, he promised himself. I wanted to ask her in a special way.
Gordo noticed the blush that filled Lizzie's cheeks as her jaw dropped and her gaze lowered. "It's okay if you don't, Liz…" he trailed off, praying to God above that she said yes.
"No!" Lizzie eyes shot up once again. "No, Gordo, I'd love to go with you," she smiled then, and her whole face lit up. It was all Gordo could do not to grab her by the shoulders and kiss that sensuous mouth until it was bruised and swollen.
Instead he just grinned. "Great! It's a date!"
"Ooh!" Miranda chided. "Lizzie and Gordo—ow!" she broke off as both her friends attacked her from each side.