A/N: Ok, since I know I've DRAGGED this story on long enough, I'm posting both chapters 3 and 4 today. So that way you can just cut the crap and get the fluff already. The only reason I have Gordo talking to someone else is because I wanted to incorporate Matt into the story somehow, because come on, Lizzie McGuire isn't Lizzie McGuire without little ferret faced Matt, am I right? LOL, so anyway, read on!
Disclaimer: Lizzie and characters belong to Disney. The plot, I'm a bit ashamed to admit, came from my own imagination.
Ch.3 - Matt
"Can I talk to you?" Matt leaned his body to the right, in attempts to make the car he controlled on the screen turn better.
"Lizzie's at Miranda's right now." He grunted in response. Gordo rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"I know, I wanna talk to you, Matt. We're friends, do you mind?" He asked again, as Matt leaned left. -He does know that doesn't help matters any, doesn't he?-
"Fine, I guess. Don't tell Lizzie, she'd probably get all jealous. Anyway, I'm listening." Gordo stayed silent for a few moments, and watched as Matt leaned left, or right, or forward, or bounced along with the video game. He moved to the couch and sat down, still watching Matt play his video game.
"Lizzie's been weird lately." He stated. Matt glanced over his shoulder at Gordo quickly, before turning back to his game and laughing.
"Lizzie was born weird, Gordo." Gordo shook his head, frowning.
"No, I mean. She's. She's being different." He conceded. Matt, again, laughed.
"I still don't see a problem, Lizzie was born different. Why are you seeing this -now-?" Matt paused the game and turned to look at his older friend curiously. Gordo slumped into the couch, his eyebrows knitted together in a scowl.
"She's just not being Lizzie, Matt. She's being all. Like. PMSy." This time Matt roared with laughter. He leaned back against his hands and threw his head back laughing, oblivious to the glare Gordo was shooting him.
"Oooh, so she's PMSY. -That's- new." Matt laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. Gordo huffed and shot up from the couch, ready to stomp out of the room.
"Forget it." He growled, and was just about to leave when Matt reached out and grabbed his wrist. He turned and looked down at Matt, all laughter gone and seriousness in its place.
"No, I'm sorry, I'll be serious. You can talk to me Gordo." He tugged on Gordo's wrist until he dropped to the floor and sat beside Matt, Indian style. He grabbed the remote Matt had previously discarded and hit the pause button, concentrating on the TV as he spoke to Matt.
"It's just. Lizzie is like mad at me or something. Cause she's all nice one minute, and we're cool and then the next minute she's all pissed off and I don't even know what I did." Gordo explained, his voice tinged with annoyance as he waited for what he was practically sure was to come. Sure enough, Matt laughed and reached over, taking the control out of Gordo's hand to continue his game.
"Well that's an easy one, she likes you." He stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Gordo had had it; he flew up from the floor, picked a pillow up from the couch and hurled it at Matt's head, hitting him square on.
"No duh, Matt! She's my best freaking friend damn it!" He growled as Matt continued to laugh, unfazed by the pillow, and he stomped out of the room, but not before hearing Matt call out after him.
"Come on, Gordo, not like that!"
Disclaimer: Lizzie and characters belong to Disney. The plot, I'm a bit ashamed to admit, came from my own imagination.
Ch.3 - Matt
"Can I talk to you?" Matt leaned his body to the right, in attempts to make the car he controlled on the screen turn better.
"Lizzie's at Miranda's right now." He grunted in response. Gordo rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"I know, I wanna talk to you, Matt. We're friends, do you mind?" He asked again, as Matt leaned left. -He does know that doesn't help matters any, doesn't he?-
"Fine, I guess. Don't tell Lizzie, she'd probably get all jealous. Anyway, I'm listening." Gordo stayed silent for a few moments, and watched as Matt leaned left, or right, or forward, or bounced along with the video game. He moved to the couch and sat down, still watching Matt play his video game.
"Lizzie's been weird lately." He stated. Matt glanced over his shoulder at Gordo quickly, before turning back to his game and laughing.
"Lizzie was born weird, Gordo." Gordo shook his head, frowning.
"No, I mean. She's. She's being different." He conceded. Matt, again, laughed.
"I still don't see a problem, Lizzie was born different. Why are you seeing this -now-?" Matt paused the game and turned to look at his older friend curiously. Gordo slumped into the couch, his eyebrows knitted together in a scowl.
"She's just not being Lizzie, Matt. She's being all. Like. PMSy." This time Matt roared with laughter. He leaned back against his hands and threw his head back laughing, oblivious to the glare Gordo was shooting him.
"Oooh, so she's PMSY. -That's- new." Matt laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. Gordo huffed and shot up from the couch, ready to stomp out of the room.
"Forget it." He growled, and was just about to leave when Matt reached out and grabbed his wrist. He turned and looked down at Matt, all laughter gone and seriousness in its place.
"No, I'm sorry, I'll be serious. You can talk to me Gordo." He tugged on Gordo's wrist until he dropped to the floor and sat beside Matt, Indian style. He grabbed the remote Matt had previously discarded and hit the pause button, concentrating on the TV as he spoke to Matt.
"It's just. Lizzie is like mad at me or something. Cause she's all nice one minute, and we're cool and then the next minute she's all pissed off and I don't even know what I did." Gordo explained, his voice tinged with annoyance as he waited for what he was practically sure was to come. Sure enough, Matt laughed and reached over, taking the control out of Gordo's hand to continue his game.
"Well that's an easy one, she likes you." He stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Gordo had had it; he flew up from the floor, picked a pillow up from the couch and hurled it at Matt's head, hitting him square on.
"No duh, Matt! She's my best freaking friend damn it!" He growled as Matt continued to laugh, unfazed by the pillow, and he stomped out of the room, but not before hearing Matt call out after him.
"Come on, Gordo, not like that!"