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Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. I only own Jeremy.
Chapter Twenty
That whole night, Lizzie and Jeremy did not get a lot of sleep at all. Jeremy continually vomited and, finally after the first time they woke up, Lizzie took Jeremy into the bathroom, along with a pillow so he could be in there for the rest of the night. She felt bad about doing this, but she figured this would probably be for the best. The bathroom was a lot easier to clean up. She stayed with him most the night, as for he was crying because he didn't feel well at all. They were both up until about four in the morning, when finally Jeremy fell asleep on the bathroom floor, and Lizzie fell asleep next to him not long after.
It was not until one in the afternoon that Lizzie finally woke up. Jeremy was still sleeping soundly, so she stroked her hands through his hair, and got up to go downstairs. When she got to the kitchen, there was a salad and some chicken for Lizzie waiting for her in the refrigerator. Lizzie hadn't eaten much the night before, so she was hungry. She fixed a salad and got herself a Diet Coke. It was then when she saw a note on the kitchen table from her mom.
Lizzie~ Hey, sweetheart, I am out running errands and should be home by three. I hope Jeremy feels better. If you feel like you want to call a pediatrician or doctor, call me on my cell phone and I will make an appointment. See you later. I love you. Mom.
It was at that point where she could hear Jeremy upstairs throwing up. She ran up the stairs to find Jeremy sitting up in the bathroom with a puddle of vomit all over him. He was also crying. Lizzie ran to pick him up and lead him to the toilet to let him finish vomiting. When it seemed like he was finished, she let him sit there as she cleaned up the bathroom and changed him.
Lizzie: Maybe it is time for you to take a bath.
Lizzie started the water as Jeremy sniffed. He was slowly stopping crying, and he sniffed again. When the bath was ready, she put Jeremy in the bathtub and bathed him. She let him sit in the tub, even when the water was drained, while she continued to clean the bathroom. She figured if he threw up again, it would be easy to clean up if it was in the tub.
Jeremy and Lizzie had a pretty low-key afternoon. After the bath, Lizzie and Jeremy got dressed, and they went downstairs to watch TV. They were sitting there for about thirty minutes, when Jeremy started to say something.
Jeremy: Mommy, I am hungry.
Lizzie: You want to try to eat something, Jeremy?
Jeremy: Yeah. I want food.
Lizzie: Okay, I will let you have some crackers. You want some peanut butter on the crackers?
Jeremy: Yes please.
Lizzie: Do you want anything to drink?
Jeremy: Milk.
Lizzie: I don't want you to drink milk quite yet. How about some juice of Gatorade?
Jeremy: Gatorade.
Lizzie: Okay. I will be right back.
Lizzie arose from her seat and started fixing Jeremy what he asked for. Even though she fixed him five crackers, she gave them to him one at a time, because she didn't want him to eat too fast. She also gave him Gatorade. After another hour passed, Jeremy was sleeping soundly.
Not long after Jeremy fell asleep, did Jo come home. Lizzie and Jo sat in the kitchen and talked.
Jo: How is Jeremy?
Lizzie: Well, he threw up after he woke up, but I think he is getting better.
Jo: Well, I brought home some Children's Tylenol just in case. You know, sometimes people develop colds after they have a virus like this. I hope you don't catch this, too, Lizzie.
Lizzie: I hope not either.
Jo: Well, this morning I forgot to tell you, but Gordo called. He asked for you to call you.
Lizzie: Thanks. I guess I will go do that now.
Jo: And I will get out of your way. I have to get ready for a party your dad and I are going to tonight. You two are going to be all right?
Lizzie: Yeah, go out.
Jo: Yeah, and we don't have much in the fridge, so we will bring you back something for dinner when we get home.
Lizzie: Thanks.
Jo: Tell Gordo I say hi.
Lizzie: I will.
Jo went upstairs to get ready for the party as Lizzie started to dial Gordo's number. The phone rang, and Gordo picked up.
Gordo: David Gordon speaking.
Lizzie: Hey, its me.
Gordo: Who is me?
Lizzie: Ha-ha. You are such a comedian.
Gordo: Yeah, but who isn't? Anyway, hello beautiful. How are we today?
Lizzie: Well, Jeremy was very sick yesterday. He is sleeping right now. He should start to feel better soon. I hope so anyway.
Gordo: What kind of sickness?
Lizzie: I thought my dad already told you. He has been throwing up a lot.
Gordo: EWWWWWW!!!!! Gross! That is why I never want to have kids.
He was joking, of course.
Lizzie: Very funny, Gordo. You know, when I get back to Texas, I think I will let you deal with him when he is sick. He is your child, too.
Gordo: Yeah, well, I could argue that I didn't know about him until recently because his mother neglected to tell me.
Lizzie: Listen, Gordo. I am not in the mood to talk about this right now.
Gordo: You know I was only joking.
Lizzie: I know. I just feel bad enough that I didn't tell you sooner and I don't consider it funny.
Gordo: Okay. I will stop. Is there anything I can do to help?
Lizzie: Yeah, come back here.
Gordo: I wish I could. Believe me, I wish I could. Speaking of leaving, when are you and Jeremy coming back?
Lizzie: Saturday. I figure Jeremy should feel better by then and everything can be jolly and such.
Gordo: Cool. Oh how was Ethan?
Lizzie: Cool. I will tell you about that later. We went to lunch together yesterday. He says hello. He has leaded a really interesting life since high school.
Gordo: Haven't we all? I mean, I think the most normal person turned out to be Miranda.
Lizzie: I think I am going to have to agree with you there.
Gordo: Well, normalcy is highly overrated; so don't feel bad about it.
Lizzie: I am not. You sound like you did when you were in middle school.
Gordo: Well, some people never change.
Lizzie: But things have definitely changed since middle school and high school.
Gordo: Fine. Let me word it to make you happier. Some things never change. Is that better?
Lizzie: Whatever.
Gordo: Anyway, tell Jeremy I said hi. I don't want him to forget me.
Lizzie: He won't. He asks about you daily. He wants to get home. Too bad he is sick.
Gordo: I was just about to say that. I miss you two, though. I miss you, Lizzie. I love you, Lizzie.
Lizzie: I love you, too. More than you can imagine.
Gordo: That brings me to the original reason I called last night.
Lizzie: You mean, you didn't just call to say hi?
Gordo: Well, that among other things. About when you come home. . .
Lizzie: On Saturday at around three in the afternoon Texas time.
Gordo: I will pick you up, but I mean about us?
Lizzie: What about us?
Gordo: Well, are we going to move in together or what?
Lizzie: I don't know. I mean, I would love for us to live together, but I don't want to confuse people into thinking that we are married, including Jeremy.
Gordo: I see.
There was a long pause before Gordo decided to speak.
Gordo: Lizzie, will you marry me?
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A/N: Okay, I told you I was hyper, so anything could happen. It is a cliffhanger, though, incase you are unclear.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. I only own Jeremy.
Chapter Twenty
That whole night, Lizzie and Jeremy did not get a lot of sleep at all. Jeremy continually vomited and, finally after the first time they woke up, Lizzie took Jeremy into the bathroom, along with a pillow so he could be in there for the rest of the night. She felt bad about doing this, but she figured this would probably be for the best. The bathroom was a lot easier to clean up. She stayed with him most the night, as for he was crying because he didn't feel well at all. They were both up until about four in the morning, when finally Jeremy fell asleep on the bathroom floor, and Lizzie fell asleep next to him not long after.
It was not until one in the afternoon that Lizzie finally woke up. Jeremy was still sleeping soundly, so she stroked her hands through his hair, and got up to go downstairs. When she got to the kitchen, there was a salad and some chicken for Lizzie waiting for her in the refrigerator. Lizzie hadn't eaten much the night before, so she was hungry. She fixed a salad and got herself a Diet Coke. It was then when she saw a note on the kitchen table from her mom.
Lizzie~ Hey, sweetheart, I am out running errands and should be home by three. I hope Jeremy feels better. If you feel like you want to call a pediatrician or doctor, call me on my cell phone and I will make an appointment. See you later. I love you. Mom.
It was at that point where she could hear Jeremy upstairs throwing up. She ran up the stairs to find Jeremy sitting up in the bathroom with a puddle of vomit all over him. He was also crying. Lizzie ran to pick him up and lead him to the toilet to let him finish vomiting. When it seemed like he was finished, she let him sit there as she cleaned up the bathroom and changed him.
Lizzie: Maybe it is time for you to take a bath.
Lizzie started the water as Jeremy sniffed. He was slowly stopping crying, and he sniffed again. When the bath was ready, she put Jeremy in the bathtub and bathed him. She let him sit in the tub, even when the water was drained, while she continued to clean the bathroom. She figured if he threw up again, it would be easy to clean up if it was in the tub.
Jeremy and Lizzie had a pretty low-key afternoon. After the bath, Lizzie and Jeremy got dressed, and they went downstairs to watch TV. They were sitting there for about thirty minutes, when Jeremy started to say something.
Jeremy: Mommy, I am hungry.
Lizzie: You want to try to eat something, Jeremy?
Jeremy: Yeah. I want food.
Lizzie: Okay, I will let you have some crackers. You want some peanut butter on the crackers?
Jeremy: Yes please.
Lizzie: Do you want anything to drink?
Jeremy: Milk.
Lizzie: I don't want you to drink milk quite yet. How about some juice of Gatorade?
Jeremy: Gatorade.
Lizzie: Okay. I will be right back.
Lizzie arose from her seat and started fixing Jeremy what he asked for. Even though she fixed him five crackers, she gave them to him one at a time, because she didn't want him to eat too fast. She also gave him Gatorade. After another hour passed, Jeremy was sleeping soundly.
Not long after Jeremy fell asleep, did Jo come home. Lizzie and Jo sat in the kitchen and talked.
Jo: How is Jeremy?
Lizzie: Well, he threw up after he woke up, but I think he is getting better.
Jo: Well, I brought home some Children's Tylenol just in case. You know, sometimes people develop colds after they have a virus like this. I hope you don't catch this, too, Lizzie.
Lizzie: I hope not either.
Jo: Well, this morning I forgot to tell you, but Gordo called. He asked for you to call you.
Lizzie: Thanks. I guess I will go do that now.
Jo: And I will get out of your way. I have to get ready for a party your dad and I are going to tonight. You two are going to be all right?
Lizzie: Yeah, go out.
Jo: Yeah, and we don't have much in the fridge, so we will bring you back something for dinner when we get home.
Lizzie: Thanks.
Jo: Tell Gordo I say hi.
Lizzie: I will.
Jo went upstairs to get ready for the party as Lizzie started to dial Gordo's number. The phone rang, and Gordo picked up.
Gordo: David Gordon speaking.
Lizzie: Hey, its me.
Gordo: Who is me?
Lizzie: Ha-ha. You are such a comedian.
Gordo: Yeah, but who isn't? Anyway, hello beautiful. How are we today?
Lizzie: Well, Jeremy was very sick yesterday. He is sleeping right now. He should start to feel better soon. I hope so anyway.
Gordo: What kind of sickness?
Lizzie: I thought my dad already told you. He has been throwing up a lot.
Gordo: EWWWWWW!!!!! Gross! That is why I never want to have kids.
He was joking, of course.
Lizzie: Very funny, Gordo. You know, when I get back to Texas, I think I will let you deal with him when he is sick. He is your child, too.
Gordo: Yeah, well, I could argue that I didn't know about him until recently because his mother neglected to tell me.
Lizzie: Listen, Gordo. I am not in the mood to talk about this right now.
Gordo: You know I was only joking.
Lizzie: I know. I just feel bad enough that I didn't tell you sooner and I don't consider it funny.
Gordo: Okay. I will stop. Is there anything I can do to help?
Lizzie: Yeah, come back here.
Gordo: I wish I could. Believe me, I wish I could. Speaking of leaving, when are you and Jeremy coming back?
Lizzie: Saturday. I figure Jeremy should feel better by then and everything can be jolly and such.
Gordo: Cool. Oh how was Ethan?
Lizzie: Cool. I will tell you about that later. We went to lunch together yesterday. He says hello. He has leaded a really interesting life since high school.
Gordo: Haven't we all? I mean, I think the most normal person turned out to be Miranda.
Lizzie: I think I am going to have to agree with you there.
Gordo: Well, normalcy is highly overrated; so don't feel bad about it.
Lizzie: I am not. You sound like you did when you were in middle school.
Gordo: Well, some people never change.
Lizzie: But things have definitely changed since middle school and high school.
Gordo: Fine. Let me word it to make you happier. Some things never change. Is that better?
Lizzie: Whatever.
Gordo: Anyway, tell Jeremy I said hi. I don't want him to forget me.
Lizzie: He won't. He asks about you daily. He wants to get home. Too bad he is sick.
Gordo: I was just about to say that. I miss you two, though. I miss you, Lizzie. I love you, Lizzie.
Lizzie: I love you, too. More than you can imagine.
Gordo: That brings me to the original reason I called last night.
Lizzie: You mean, you didn't just call to say hi?
Gordo: Well, that among other things. About when you come home. . .
Lizzie: On Saturday at around three in the afternoon Texas time.
Gordo: I will pick you up, but I mean about us?
Lizzie: What about us?
Gordo: Well, are we going to move in together or what?
Lizzie: I don't know. I mean, I would love for us to live together, but I don't want to confuse people into thinking that we are married, including Jeremy.
Gordo: I see.
There was a long pause before Gordo decided to speak.
Gordo: Lizzie, will you marry me?
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A/N: Okay, I told you I was hyper, so anything could happen. It is a cliffhanger, though, incase you are unclear.