Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me and neither do I own anything else mentioned here. Except for Andy...

a/n: Man oh man! W got a new internet thingy and the laptop couldn't work with the internet, so I couldn't upload this chapter. I've also been busy working on my website... Sorry to keep you waiting so much, and thanks for the kind reviews! (I got no flames at all! AMAZING!)

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The Impossible Possible

By: E*star

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At twelve p.m., Gordo walked up the steps, onto the McGuire residents' front porch. He rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, Lizzie opened the door.

"Lizzie, I'm sorry. I forgot-"

"You know what, David? Do you want to know how many times you've apologized to me since you've became Ethan's clone? About a million times! If this is how it's going to be, I don't think I want this.. this David to be my friend!" And with that, Lizzie slammed the door. David Gordon bowed his head.

After a few minutes, Lizzie opened the door again and saw him look up slightly, hoping for her to say something nice. "Alright. I guess since we're partners, we'll have to cooperate."

Gordo almost smiled. Lizzie tossed his jacket back to him and stepped inside.

"Let me get my book." Lizzie ran upstairs into her room, leaving Gordo to sit on the couch. He sat there, staring outside, the sun taunting him. It was bright and beautiful, no clouds to cover it, and he was on earth, a fake and lonely, clouds covering his feelings.

Standing up, he ran his hands through his hair, feeling the gel he had put on in the morning. Gordo walk out onto the patio and sat on the steps, opening up the book and began to read the first page.

Lizzie made in down the last step and she searched the living room. Finally, she spotted him outside, sitting on the patio steps with the book opened.

"Reading without me?" she asked. Gordo jumped, shutting the book. Lizzie had crept behind Gordo and sat on his left side.

"I... I was just looking at the copyright at the front."

After a long while of silence, looking at anything but the other, Lizzie spoke, "Do you want to read out loud or by ourselves?"

"Out loud."

"Alright. Chapter one 'Jesse Oliver Aarons, Jr.

Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity - Good. His dad had the pickup going. He could get up now. Jess slid out of bed and into his overalls..."

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Gordo's POV

I listened intently to Lizzie while she read. Her hair fell from its place in the bun and I had the sudden urge to place it back for her, but she already had.

She read until the end of the 6th page and looked up at me and said, "Your turn."

I nodded and blushed. I was staring at her and she caught me. I coughed and began to read, "'Oh, alright. But I ain't got no money to give you.'"

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Normal POV

Lizzie bit her lip and fought a smile. 'Was he staring at me?'

Gordo finished the whole chapter and looked up. "I think I got an idea for a presentation."

"And that would be...?"

"We could make a small film. Like, we would narrate some parts and act out some scenes."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "In case you haven't noticed, David, we're not 10 years old. Plus, our hair colors are totally different from the characters in the book."

As if just on cue, Matt, Lizzie's wonderfully witty, yet annoying, little brother exited the house and onto the patio with his friends, Lanny and Malina.

Gordo looked from the kids to Lizzie, who was looking back at him. "Talk about great timing."

The two teens stood up. "Hey, Matt," said Lizzie, sweetly to her brother.

Annoyingly, Matt replied, "What is it, Lizzie?"

Gordo stepped in and said in a mafia voice, "You've got an offer you cannot refuse."

Matt, Malina, and Lanny crossed their arms. "And that is?"

"Would you like to be the stars of our film, Matt, Malina?" asked Lizzie, having the feeling that the answer wouldn't be no.

"And Lanny," added Gordo, putting an arm around Lanny's shoulders, "You can be the assistant director."

Lanny looked up at him, no expression on his face or a word coming out of his mouth.

Matthew McGuire smiled at his friends, ordering them to get into a huddle, "You guys, this'll be out big break!"

As her little brother rambled on to his friends, Lizzie looked over at Gordo. "You think they'll agree?"

"Oh, yes, definitely."

Matt, Malina, and Lanny turned back to them and grinned. Malina stepped forward, "We agree, except..."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Here we go..."

"...Except, we'd like to be paid 10 bucks an hour."

"FIVE DOLLARS AN HOUR?" shouted the two troubled teens simultaneously.

"That's right."

Lizzie looked at her brother, hard and cold, "1 dollar and that's my final offer."

"Make it 4 and we'll do it," said Malina.

"Why, you little," Lizzie stepped forward to the little girl, but Gordo grabbed her arm.

Gordo looked from the two girls and back at Matt. "We'll make it $2.50, no more, no less."

"Three dollars," said Matt.

Gordo smirked. "Sold."

Lanny looked at all of them and silently put his sunglasses on. He snapped his fingers and Matt and Malina followed him out of the yard.

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Lizzie brought the very small script she typed up last night (honestly, it was only a script that has at least one line for each character) to the park and her box of make-up and disguises with her little brother (embarrassing to be seen with him in public, of course), meeting up with the rest of the crew.

Gordo turned around to see Lizzie. He held up his camera and pointed behind him the star and assistant director.

Lizzie handed a black wig to Malina and a blonde one to Matt and applied make-up on them. "Eww, Lizzie, no way!" said Matt, wearing overalls without a shirt.

"Oh, live with it, Matt," said Malina, wearing a normal white shirt and a funky pair of old denim shorts.

Lanny pulled out 2 directors chairs and sat on one of them, a cap on his head and sunglasses on. Gordo looked over at him and sat in the other chair. "Be careful with the camera while I go over and help Lizzie, alright?"

Lanny nodded.

Gordo handed the camera to him and walked over to Lizzie. "Alright, study your lines please while I speak with the make-up-slash-screenplay writer."

Lizzie and Gordo walked away from them. "Well, exited to film?"

Lizzie nodded and smiled. "I just hope my brother and his friends don't mess this all up."

The two walked over to Lanny, who was still in his chair, and examining the camera. "Alright, kid, hand over the camera."

Lanny did so. "Okay, I'm going to help Lizzie with the actors and you're going to have to film. This," Gordo pointed at a button, "is the play button. After I say 'go', press it. And when I wave my hand at you, press this." He pointed at the stop button.

"Go!"

Lanny pressed play.

Matt had his arms on the grass, knee on the ground, and his leg sticking out. He ran.

Gordo waved his hands and Lanny pressed stop. Gordo clapped his hands, "Excellent. Now, onto the next scene..."

They all walked over to a bunch of trees, giving the place 'the woods' effect. Gordo built a small cardboard/wooden house and placed it in front of a tree. "Alright."

Matt and Malina entered the small house thingy and opened a small, empty sketch book.

"Cut! Excellent."

Matt stood up and wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead, "Man, that was hard work. Can we have a break yet?"

"Break?" asked Lizzie, shocked, "We only took 5 minutes to do 2 scenes, Matt!"

"But I'm tired."

Gordo shrugged. "I guess Lizzie and I could go over the film while you guys take a break."

The three young ones smiled and began to run around like wild animals.

Lizzie walked over to Gordo, who had the camera on rewind. He pressed play. Lizzie looked over his shoulder and watched the camera along with him.

She's right over my shoulder! No duh, David Gordon. I can even smell her shampoo. It's strawberry... Oh, stop it. If she ever knew you were thinking these things, then she'd slap you in the face. You never know, maybe she likes me. Please, the only reason she's here with you is because of this book report. I was just imagining, you don't have to make me loose hope. I'm just trying to break it to us easily.

"I think we did a great job so far, don't you think so, David?"

Gordo looked up at her, wide eyes staring into her own beautiful eyes. He asked stupidly, "Huh?"

"I said we did a great job so far. Don't you think so?"

"Uh, yeah, we did." Gordo looked back at his camera, still feeling her body heat close to him. She should really back away or she'll drive me to the crazy house. Me too.

Gordo bit his lip and blushed a shade of deep crimson and said in an unusually high tone, "Well," he coughed into his regular voice, "Um, want some lunch?"

"Sure," said Lizzie, smiling as if they weren't in a huge fight.

They walked to a hotdog stand and he bought all 5 of them hotdogs. "My treat," he said.

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a/n: Hope you enjoyed!! And I will try to get this going faster, OK?