Hey, whoever was mad because I wouldn't give out my email, it's only because I don't want crazy people like you emailing me. Anyway, thanks to all of you who gave good, normal reviews (not rants about AOL going to hell). Well, here's the next chapter! I was so excited while writing it! I didn't know what to do for this one but the thought just hit me yesterday. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, Matt McGuire, Lanny, David Gordon, or Miranda Sanchez. I do own Lily Wellington, Charlie Fetters, and Donald Langton. Please do not use them in any of your stories.

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`"I'm going to the restroom," Elizabeth said to Miranda through gritted teeth.

"Well, Gordo and Charlie are coming over…do you want us to wait for you?" Miranda asked. Elizabeth sounded very uptight. Just a moment ago she'd been completely normal and happy. Unless…yep. Charlie just being within twenty feet of Elizabeth rubs her the wrong way. It's that evil green eyed monster… envy.

"Don't bother!" Elizabeth marched down the winding gray sidewalk to the arcade. She knew there was a woman's bathroom in the back. The wheels in her head were turning as she entered the noisy building. She was so deep in thought she barely heard the beeps, rings, and buzzes of the many games. By the time she shoved open the heavy swinging door leading to the yellow tiled bathroom, Elizabeth had a plan. Facing the wide mirror above the three sinks, she pulled her small black purse/backpack off her back.

If this is a war, this is my ammo. Elizabeth thought to herself as she pulled makeup and a hairbrush out of the bag. Luckily nobody else was in the room, so she could work in peace.

Elizabeth McGuire had decided to rely on her Uncle Luke's motto: Don't get mad, get even. She was a famous singer! And who was this Charlotte Fetters? Nobody. At least not to her, and soon not to Gordo. Elizabeth was determined to look so stunning that it would make Charlie look like some homely orphan. Usually Elizabeth was a modest person. She didn't think of herself as a "famous celebrity". When she could, she went without makeup, like so far today. But she knew the secret to having somebody like you (or even love you!) was to have confidence, and being beautiful would help.

First Elizabeth used black eyeliner to circle her eyes and give them a smoky look. Then she spread a bit of silver glitter gel over each lid. A little concealer and blush went on next. Finally, she slid a tube of shiny pink lipstick over her mouth.

Next is my hair and clothes. After undoing her boring ponytail, Elizabeth combed her blond hair down straight. Now what to do about the black shirt with quarter length sleeves she'd worn? Aha…scissors! She grabbed a pair of tiny scissors from the pocket of her purse and quickly cut the sleeves off. It was now a tank top with small strings hanging from where the sleeves had been cut off. The result was wild, but good wild. This was how she usually looked for photo shoots, not mini-golfing.

Elizabeth was far from disappointed, though. I'm a knockout! She thought while smoothing the front of her favorite whisker-wash flare jeans. Gordo would definitely think so, too.

Gordo was already on his third shot of the third hole when Elizabeth finally emerged from the bathroom. He was a little rusty at mini-golf, and Charlie was teasing all the time.

"Come on Gordo! Any day now!" Charlie giggled. She was winning, of course. She was perfect. Charlotte Fetters was pretty, smart, and athletic. Everything a guy could want.

"Hold on! I'm calculating the exact angle I should hit the ball!" Gordo joked. He swung, and the missed the "elves burrow" by an inch. Again.

Gordo straitened out his red plaid shirt and turned to look back at Miranda and Charlie, ready for more teasing. Instead he saw Elizabeth, walking up the path to them. His jaw dropped. In a word, she looked hot. Whoa, don't drool on yourself! He thought and quickly shut his mouth.

"What did you do to your clothes? And what's with all the makeup?" Miranda whispered.

"Later, Miranda." Elizabeth whispered back. Then she sat down on the wooden bench and crossed her legs. By the look on Gordo's face, I'm winning this battle she said to herself.

It was Miranda's turn to take a swing.

"Hey, Charlie. Show me how to hit the ball like you do!" Miranda asked. "Sure thing!" Charlie said as she rushed over to help Miranda.

Anything for attention! thought Elizabeth

Gordo walked over to the bench to sit next to Elizabeth.

"Hey, Lizzie." He murmured.

"Hey, Gordo." Elizabeth was already blushing. Gordo smiled one of his flirty little smiles and said, "Have I told you how much I've missed you lately?"

"No. Exactly how much did you miss me?" Lizzie flirted back. She scooted down the bench closer to him.

"You have no idea. I could tell you, but we'd be here a while." Gordo laughed.

"Ditto." Elizabeth looked around. This moment was almost perfect. They were sitting under the shade of a tall palmetto next to beautiful exotic flowers. In front of them was edge of the waterfall. The exact spot where years ago she'd slipped on a wet rock when reaching for a ball and fallen over the rope into the purple falls. She didn't get hurt because the water at the bottom was so deep. However, Gordo was stupid enough to jump in after her, and he almost drowned. He had been so worried Elizabeth had hurt herself he forgot he couldn't swim.

In fact, Charlie was bending over, reaching for Miranda's ball by the falls at that exact moment.

Elizabeth felt Gordo's hand touch her face and turn it so she was looking into his big brown eyes. He didn't say a thing, and neither did she, they just looked at each other, with Gordo's hand on Elizabeth's face.

Suddenly, Charlie let out a terrified yelp as she fell over the rope into the big purple waterfall. Miranda rushed over, but Gordo didn't even notice.

He was too busy kissing Elizabeth.