You all know the drill ~ I don't own Lizzie McGuire, or any of its
characters…
A/N For anyone who doesn't know what a Claddagh ring is, there is a picture of one here: http://www.metalsmiths.com/cladd.html
Also, I have been watching Lizzie McGuire, and have decided that Lizzie's eyes are probably brown. I love brown eyes, but I like the idea of Gordo giving her a sapphire, so for my story her eyes are blue.
1 Chapter 7
Gordo was feeling pretty pleased with himself when he left his class Wednesday night. He, being Gordo, had thoroughly researched ring styles before he arrived, and so already had a design in mind. As far as he knew, neither he nor Lizzie was Irish, but he loved the symbolism of the Claddagh and thought it fit them perfectly; the heart to represent love, the hands for enduring friendship, and the crown for loyalty.
Having his piece already planned and sketched when he got to class put him way ahead of the rest of the students. So after Marc, the instructor, had given a brief introduction and had given everyone else some catalogs and magazines to study for design ideas, he helped Gordo get started on the mold for his ring. Gordo had taken the design of the Claddagh and modified it a bit. He decided to use silver for the metal of the ring, because he liked it better with the sapphire than gold. He replaced the silver heart held by the hands with the sapphire. Marc suggested that rather than placing the crown atop the heart, as in the original design, that he incorporate it elsewhere. They decided to center a crown within the band on the palm side of the ring, with the names "Lizzie" and "Gordo" on either side of it. Gordo was afraid the finished product would be gaudy, but the lettering formed a Celtic knotwork effect, and turned out to be quite elegant.
The names he used were another consideration. He thought about using "Elizabeth" and "David" instead, but decided that they had always been Lizzie and Gordo to each other. Their given names seemed to lack intimacy, seemed to belong to two other people.
So, when he left class, he was very happy. He walked out of class, hands stuffed into his pockets, looking up at the sky. When he caught sight of the moon, he said, "Good night, Beautiful. I love you. I can't wait till you're back in my arms again, where you belong." He went to sleep with a smile on his face, imagining Lizzie's surprise and pleasure when he gave her the piece of jewelry he had made for her.
He spent the next day with Danny and the band, doing some sound mixing for them, and some filming for a video they were shooting. Miranda wasn't there, of course, but they got some shots of the band on film. "When you gonna join us, Gordo? We could use you full time on the sound equipment. You're way better than what we usually have to settle for."
Gordo said what he always said, "I'll consider it."
Somewhere around late afternoon/early evening something started to bother him. He didn't know what it was, but something was wrong. Nothing that had happened to him, nothing that he knew of in the future. In fact, he was looking forward to Saturday, when Lizzie would finally be home. But something nagged him in the back of his mind.
"Earth to Gordo! Come in, Gordo!" It was Danny, trying to get his attention.
Gordo snapped back to the present. "Sorry! What were you saying?"
"I said, here's your Pibb. Where were you? You've been spacing ever since we sat down. You ok?"
Gordo looked around as if trying to decide where they were, and how he got there. "Yeah. No. Sorry. Something's bugging me, but I don't know what. It's like I forgot something, or I'm missing something… I don't know. I'd better go."
"Ok, buddy. See ya tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah. I think so. I'll let you know."
He went home, but still couldn't place it. He knew he missed Lizzie, but knowing that didn't make that weird feeling go away. He felt anxious…strange…like he had to be somewhere, or something. It was about to drive him crazy. He sat out on his porch and gazed at the moon, but that didn't help either. Finally, he said goodnight to Lizzie via the moon, and went into the house.
He tossed and turned all night, having fitful dreams about falling and moonlight. Sometime during the night, he heard thunder in the distance, and the sound of rain on the roof of his house. He didn't think he slept at all, but in the morning he felt himself being shaken awake.
"Hey, Gordo! Wake up!"
Gordo looked blearily up at his attacker. "Matt, buddy. No offence, but yours is not the McGuire face I want to wake up to."
"Sorry, Gordo, but I think you're going to want to come with me."
Gordo rubbed his eyes and looked at his clock. "Matt, it's 6am, and it's Spring Break. Why would I want to get up at such a ridiculous hour?"
"Because Lizzie has had an accident, and they're bringing her to the hospital right now!"
THAT woke him up.
A/N For anyone who doesn't know what a Claddagh ring is, there is a picture of one here: http://www.metalsmiths.com/cladd.html
Also, I have been watching Lizzie McGuire, and have decided that Lizzie's eyes are probably brown. I love brown eyes, but I like the idea of Gordo giving her a sapphire, so for my story her eyes are blue.
1 Chapter 7
Gordo was feeling pretty pleased with himself when he left his class Wednesday night. He, being Gordo, had thoroughly researched ring styles before he arrived, and so already had a design in mind. As far as he knew, neither he nor Lizzie was Irish, but he loved the symbolism of the Claddagh and thought it fit them perfectly; the heart to represent love, the hands for enduring friendship, and the crown for loyalty.
Having his piece already planned and sketched when he got to class put him way ahead of the rest of the students. So after Marc, the instructor, had given a brief introduction and had given everyone else some catalogs and magazines to study for design ideas, he helped Gordo get started on the mold for his ring. Gordo had taken the design of the Claddagh and modified it a bit. He decided to use silver for the metal of the ring, because he liked it better with the sapphire than gold. He replaced the silver heart held by the hands with the sapphire. Marc suggested that rather than placing the crown atop the heart, as in the original design, that he incorporate it elsewhere. They decided to center a crown within the band on the palm side of the ring, with the names "Lizzie" and "Gordo" on either side of it. Gordo was afraid the finished product would be gaudy, but the lettering formed a Celtic knotwork effect, and turned out to be quite elegant.
The names he used were another consideration. He thought about using "Elizabeth" and "David" instead, but decided that they had always been Lizzie and Gordo to each other. Their given names seemed to lack intimacy, seemed to belong to two other people.
So, when he left class, he was very happy. He walked out of class, hands stuffed into his pockets, looking up at the sky. When he caught sight of the moon, he said, "Good night, Beautiful. I love you. I can't wait till you're back in my arms again, where you belong." He went to sleep with a smile on his face, imagining Lizzie's surprise and pleasure when he gave her the piece of jewelry he had made for her.
He spent the next day with Danny and the band, doing some sound mixing for them, and some filming for a video they were shooting. Miranda wasn't there, of course, but they got some shots of the band on film. "When you gonna join us, Gordo? We could use you full time on the sound equipment. You're way better than what we usually have to settle for."
Gordo said what he always said, "I'll consider it."
Somewhere around late afternoon/early evening something started to bother him. He didn't know what it was, but something was wrong. Nothing that had happened to him, nothing that he knew of in the future. In fact, he was looking forward to Saturday, when Lizzie would finally be home. But something nagged him in the back of his mind.
"Earth to Gordo! Come in, Gordo!" It was Danny, trying to get his attention.
Gordo snapped back to the present. "Sorry! What were you saying?"
"I said, here's your Pibb. Where were you? You've been spacing ever since we sat down. You ok?"
Gordo looked around as if trying to decide where they were, and how he got there. "Yeah. No. Sorry. Something's bugging me, but I don't know what. It's like I forgot something, or I'm missing something… I don't know. I'd better go."
"Ok, buddy. See ya tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah. I think so. I'll let you know."
He went home, but still couldn't place it. He knew he missed Lizzie, but knowing that didn't make that weird feeling go away. He felt anxious…strange…like he had to be somewhere, or something. It was about to drive him crazy. He sat out on his porch and gazed at the moon, but that didn't help either. Finally, he said goodnight to Lizzie via the moon, and went into the house.
He tossed and turned all night, having fitful dreams about falling and moonlight. Sometime during the night, he heard thunder in the distance, and the sound of rain on the roof of his house. He didn't think he slept at all, but in the morning he felt himself being shaken awake.
"Hey, Gordo! Wake up!"
Gordo looked blearily up at his attacker. "Matt, buddy. No offence, but yours is not the McGuire face I want to wake up to."
"Sorry, Gordo, but I think you're going to want to come with me."
Gordo rubbed his eyes and looked at his clock. "Matt, it's 6am, and it's Spring Break. Why would I want to get up at such a ridiculous hour?"
"Because Lizzie has had an accident, and they're bringing her to the hospital right now!"
THAT woke him up.