A/N: Ok, so I had to change the description a bit because it's not all fluff. It's like all angst that builds up to fluff. Yeah...yeah, that's it. It's still completely predictable, and I'm still wondering why on earth I'm posting this embarrassment, but hey everyone enjoy's a little non-serious work now and then, right?
Thank you, thank you for the reviews! Macdeniken: By the first sentance I'm sure everyone knew where I was going :) But that's the fun of it! I think. And I like apples too :)
Disclaimer: Lizzie MCGuire and characters belong to Disney. The plot is still pretty much my own :)
'-': Thoughts, scene changes, flashbacks, etc.
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Ch.2 - Mrs. McGuire
"Mrs. McGuire, can I talk to you? I need your help with Lizzie." Jo McGuire looked up from the cookbook she had be looking over and smiled at Gordo.
"Sure honey, you can always talk to me, especially about our favorite girl." She gave Gordo a friendly wink, and closed the cookbook to give Gordo her full attention. Gordo sat down on the stool across the counter from Jo and sighed heavily.
"She may be my favorite girl, but I'm not so sure about me being her favorite guy right now." He confessed softly, and immediately Jo sensed that whatever was wrong, it was serious. She held up a finger, signaling Gordo to wait, and she prepared a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk for them. When she returned Gordo smiled gratefully, remembering why he loved Lizzie's mom so much.
"So what's the problem, Gordo?" Gordo stared down at the cookie he was holding, and picked at it mindlessly.
"Have you talked to Lizzie lately?" He glanced up at Jo, only to see her shake her head slowly, a confused look crossing over her face.
"Not about anything that has to do with you or Miranda. You have to remember, I'm her mother, I have no business knowing things other than her progress in school." She joked, eliciting the beginnings of a smile from Gordo. The smile was fleeting, though, and just as soon as it had formed it was replaced with a frown and a sigh
"So you don't. You don't know if she's like, mad at me or something?" He asked quietly, sadness washing over him like a waterfall. Jo watched her daughters troubled young friend with sympathetic eyes, and came to stand next to him, wrapping an arm around him in a small gesture of comfort. Gordo and Lizzie had been two pea's in a pod since day one of both of their lives, and Gordo had become part of their family, a second son to Jo. She was going to do everything in her power to fix this poor, broken boy.
"Why do you think she's mad at you Gordo?" She asked softly, as if she were speaking to a young child. To her, Gordo -was- a young child. He shrugged with one shoulder, still plucking away at the cookie and not really looking at Jo.
"I dunno. She isn't really talking to me as much as she used to, we don't hang out like we used to. I think she's avoiding me or something. And then some days it's like everything is the way it used to be, and we'll be hanging out and laughing and everything will be fine and then all of a sudden she'll be all avoidant again. I don't get it." He finished with a shaky sigh. Jo smiled softly, and rubbed her palm over Gordo's back in small circles.
"It's cause she likes you, Gordo." She said knowingly. Gordo huffed out a laugh, dry and empty. He stood up suddenly, shaking his head, and looking at Jo with frustration.
"No offence at all, Mrs. McGuire, and I'm very sorry if I come off as disrespectful, but I'm not stupid. Why does everyone seem to think I don't know she like's me? She's my -best friend-, of course she -likes- me. I just want to know why she's so -mad- at me!" Gordo exclaimed, exasperated with having the obvious pointed out to him yet again. Jo watched Gordo; a knowing twinkle in her eye as her smile grew.
"No, Gordo. Not like that."
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A/N: Like DUH Gordo. There's 2 more chapter's to put up, and I have them done and all, the only reason I'm not posting them all at once is because I want to buy myself some time for my up-and-coming long fic. Yeah, I've got some lengthy work in me, I'm not all about the short stories : ) R/R thanks!
Thank you, thank you for the reviews! Macdeniken: By the first sentance I'm sure everyone knew where I was going :) But that's the fun of it! I think. And I like apples too :)
Disclaimer: Lizzie MCGuire and characters belong to Disney. The plot is still pretty much my own :)
'-': Thoughts, scene changes, flashbacks, etc.
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Ch.2 - Mrs. McGuire
"Mrs. McGuire, can I talk to you? I need your help with Lizzie." Jo McGuire looked up from the cookbook she had be looking over and smiled at Gordo.
"Sure honey, you can always talk to me, especially about our favorite girl." She gave Gordo a friendly wink, and closed the cookbook to give Gordo her full attention. Gordo sat down on the stool across the counter from Jo and sighed heavily.
"She may be my favorite girl, but I'm not so sure about me being her favorite guy right now." He confessed softly, and immediately Jo sensed that whatever was wrong, it was serious. She held up a finger, signaling Gordo to wait, and she prepared a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk for them. When she returned Gordo smiled gratefully, remembering why he loved Lizzie's mom so much.
"So what's the problem, Gordo?" Gordo stared down at the cookie he was holding, and picked at it mindlessly.
"Have you talked to Lizzie lately?" He glanced up at Jo, only to see her shake her head slowly, a confused look crossing over her face.
"Not about anything that has to do with you or Miranda. You have to remember, I'm her mother, I have no business knowing things other than her progress in school." She joked, eliciting the beginnings of a smile from Gordo. The smile was fleeting, though, and just as soon as it had formed it was replaced with a frown and a sigh
"So you don't. You don't know if she's like, mad at me or something?" He asked quietly, sadness washing over him like a waterfall. Jo watched her daughters troubled young friend with sympathetic eyes, and came to stand next to him, wrapping an arm around him in a small gesture of comfort. Gordo and Lizzie had been two pea's in a pod since day one of both of their lives, and Gordo had become part of their family, a second son to Jo. She was going to do everything in her power to fix this poor, broken boy.
"Why do you think she's mad at you Gordo?" She asked softly, as if she were speaking to a young child. To her, Gordo -was- a young child. He shrugged with one shoulder, still plucking away at the cookie and not really looking at Jo.
"I dunno. She isn't really talking to me as much as she used to, we don't hang out like we used to. I think she's avoiding me or something. And then some days it's like everything is the way it used to be, and we'll be hanging out and laughing and everything will be fine and then all of a sudden she'll be all avoidant again. I don't get it." He finished with a shaky sigh. Jo smiled softly, and rubbed her palm over Gordo's back in small circles.
"It's cause she likes you, Gordo." She said knowingly. Gordo huffed out a laugh, dry and empty. He stood up suddenly, shaking his head, and looking at Jo with frustration.
"No offence at all, Mrs. McGuire, and I'm very sorry if I come off as disrespectful, but I'm not stupid. Why does everyone seem to think I don't know she like's me? She's my -best friend-, of course she -likes- me. I just want to know why she's so -mad- at me!" Gordo exclaimed, exasperated with having the obvious pointed out to him yet again. Jo watched Gordo; a knowing twinkle in her eye as her smile grew.
"No, Gordo. Not like that."
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A/N: Like DUH Gordo. There's 2 more chapter's to put up, and I have them done and all, the only reason I'm not posting them all at once is because I want to buy myself some time for my up-and-coming long fic. Yeah, I've got some lengthy work in me, I'm not all about the short stories : ) R/R thanks!