Running Beside You
By: Nicole Lopez
(A/N: I do not own Lizzie McGuire nor am I in any way connected to Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, etc. However, I do own this idea, the story itself, and any new characters.)
Summary: Gordo and his mom are being abused by his step-father. And by accident, his worst enemy, (Miranda), finds out. Now, they share his secret and a whole lot more, even though Gordo wants nothing to do with a Latina, Muslim, girl from Redding, California.
Part One: I Don't Know How I'll Feel Tomorrow
~Miranda~ "This is great. How did you find all this out?" The Co-Editor of our school paper asked me. "I can't believe that Craft was even #2. Well, not for long." He laughed.
"You don't think anything bad will actually happen, do you?" I inquired as Larry continue to smirk.
"What do you think? When the principal finds out about this scam then he'll get suspended." I panicked. I wanted to write a great story, but not at anyone's expense. Although everyone knew that Craft hated me, I could never do this to him knowingly. It's just not me.
"Could you ... not print it?" I wondered as Larry shook his head.
"No can do. This is way too good to just let slip thorough our fingers. This could even be put in our local paper." Her continued excitedly, walking away with the article in his hands. Well, that was that. I guess I was going to feel the wrath of that Craft guy before the day is out.
~Ethan~
"Hey. Good game last night." Someone called out in the hallway as I smiled and kept walking. Everything was going my way today. Heather asked me out, I found out that I'm #2 out of my whole junior class, and we had completely kicked Sunndale's ass at last night's basketball game.
"Ash," Danny said as I turned around. He had a paper in his hand.
"What, you're actually reading something?" I smirked sarcastically.
"There's an article in here about you."
"Is it about my victory last night?" I asked, cockily.
"No. It's bad." I snatched the paper from Danny's hands and he wasn't lying. The article was bad ... accusing me of buying my way to number two and getting easy A's from the teachers because I'm good at every sport invented.
"Who wrote this?" I practically screamed angrily.
"Take a wild guess."
"Miranda?" Danny nodded. "That bitch!" I threw the paper down and rampaged through the hall, looking for her. Instead, I ran into her trusty side-kick David Gordon, the school freak.
"Where's Miranda?" I inquired. He shrugged, kept walking, and put on his headphones. "I said, where is she!" I yelled as I pushed his against the lockers. This he paid attention to, and he responded by punching me square in the jaw.
Danny tried to hold me back, but I returned the hit and soon we had engaged in a full-fledged fight. I don't know who pulled us apart, but all I have to say is that that Gordon kid isn't a sissy after all. He got some pretty good hits off of me, but I had totally kicked his ass. I mean he was the one with blood dripping on the floor.
"Mr. Gordon." Ms. Scarlet mumbled disapprovingly. "Ethan Craft. First this article, then this fight. I'm starting to wonder." Rage filled my body as I squirmed, trying to get another hit off of Gordon. "That's enough guys." She continued. "Bring them to my office."
~Miranda~
I hadn't seen Ethan yet. Good thing. He has the worst temper ever. I was looking for Gordo. He wasn't at our usual meeting place, so I walked out into the hallway only to see two police officers dragging Ethan and ... was that ... yep ... and Gordo.
"GORDO!" I ran up to him, questioning him only with my eyes. The police officer pushed me aside and continued to drag him towards the principals office. Everyone in the hallway stopped and started giving me evil stares. I take it that they didn't like my article then.
LATER DURING 2ND PERIOD
"Excuse me. May I please see Miss Muhammad in my office?" Ms. Scarlet asked as I took my things and followed her to her office. (A/N: I know that's not Miranda's name on the show, but it is in the story) "I'd like to speak to you about your article in today's paper." She continued as we reached her office and Ethan started giving me evil stares from the other side of the room.
"What would you like to know?" I tried to pretend like everything was okay.
"Lots of things, but for one, where did you get this information?"
"I checked it out myself. After school one day ..." I began to tell my story.
By the end of the day, I had detention, along with Ethan Craft, but Gordo was suspended, of course.
"So, I finally get to speak to you alone." Ethan commented as soon as the teacher left the room to go and get coffee or something.
"Go ahead and say what you want. You know what you did was wrong, but of course, you're going to get out of it because you're the school's Golden Boy." I muttered, tiredly.
"I don't appreciate you printing lies about me like that. I know you hate me and everyone else does, but spreading rumors isn't going to make anyone like you any better. After all, you are just a dirty Spic." I stood up and was really close to hitting him, but I knew that I would get in trouble and it would only make me look bad.
"You know you're the most ignorant person I've ever met in my life. Even P.W.T, (Poor white trash), use more brain cells than you do." I insulted him.
"Ouch." He mocked. "The sweet smell of jealousy."
"Could you not talk to me for the rest of this time?" I asked as he got up and headed for the door.
"Sure. You're gonna be in here alone anyway. I've got a game to prepare for." Ethan smiled and walked out, leaving me alone.
I could've just left like Ethan did, but I'm one of those people who always gets in trouble and always gets caught doing something, so I stayed, even though the teacher never did come back. At least I got all my homework ... but then again all I had was a Spanish worksheet, since I had missed most of my other classes.
~Gordo~
"What took you so long?" I asked Miranda who finally decided to show up at my house.
"You'll never guess what happened." Miranda whispered as I popped down on the swing next to him.
"What?" I started to play a few chords on my guitar.
"I got detention."
"For what?" I inquired in a nonchalant tone. Normally I wouldn't believe this, but after what had happened today, I believed anything.
"Writing that article on Craft. Of course, he claimed that I made up the whole thing because I was jealous and they believed him. I even have proof that he's lying." Miranda proclaimed as I shook my head and smiled at her.
"Whoa. You really got your butt kicked today." She commented as I continued playing.
"You should be thanking me. If he had found you first, God knows what would've happened," I said as she looked at me sincerely.
"Fine then. Thank you Gordo. You're the best friend a girl could have. I looove you." She joked, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, okay. Back off."
"So why'd they suspend you and not Craft?" Miranda wondered as she lay her head down on my shoulder. Her scarf tickled my arm.
"Apparently, according to Craft and Thompson, I instigated and started the fight. They were just 'defending themselves.'"
"They believed that bologna?"
"They'd believe him if he said that tree started talking to him and it attacked him with its roots." I teased as she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"I'm honestly sorry that I got you suspended."
"It's okay. I was going to get suspended anyway." I assured her, as she moved her head and sat cross-legged on the swing. I started to play.
"Why do you always do that?" I asked, referring to her sitting cross- legged without her shoes.
"I don't like shoes and I never wear them at home." Miranda explained. "Why do you always play that guitar and take it with you EVERYWHERE."
"I don't take it with me everywhere."
"Oh, you leave it outside the bathroom door. I forgot." She said sarcastically as I made a face at her. "When's Lizzie coming over?"
"I don't know."
"Is she still in El Cajon?" Miranda questioned me.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know if your own girlfriend is here? "
"I don't-"
She cut me off. "Please don't say I don't know."
"Fine. I'm not sure because she isn't my girlfriend."
"Please. You two are inseparable."
"Ever since Lizzie moved things have been hard." I admitted as I sat my guitar down.
(A/N: I originally wrote this as an O-Town story, but I hope you enjoy, but most of all get the message that I'm trying to send out. Oh yeah, and Review!!-NL)
(A/N: I do not own Lizzie McGuire nor am I in any way connected to Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, etc. However, I do own this idea, the story itself, and any new characters.)
Summary: Gordo and his mom are being abused by his step-father. And by accident, his worst enemy, (Miranda), finds out. Now, they share his secret and a whole lot more, even though Gordo wants nothing to do with a Latina, Muslim, girl from Redding, California.
Part One: I Don't Know How I'll Feel Tomorrow
~Miranda~ "This is great. How did you find all this out?" The Co-Editor of our school paper asked me. "I can't believe that Craft was even #2. Well, not for long." He laughed.
"You don't think anything bad will actually happen, do you?" I inquired as Larry continue to smirk.
"What do you think? When the principal finds out about this scam then he'll get suspended." I panicked. I wanted to write a great story, but not at anyone's expense. Although everyone knew that Craft hated me, I could never do this to him knowingly. It's just not me.
"Could you ... not print it?" I wondered as Larry shook his head.
"No can do. This is way too good to just let slip thorough our fingers. This could even be put in our local paper." Her continued excitedly, walking away with the article in his hands. Well, that was that. I guess I was going to feel the wrath of that Craft guy before the day is out.
~Ethan~
"Hey. Good game last night." Someone called out in the hallway as I smiled and kept walking. Everything was going my way today. Heather asked me out, I found out that I'm #2 out of my whole junior class, and we had completely kicked Sunndale's ass at last night's basketball game.
"Ash," Danny said as I turned around. He had a paper in his hand.
"What, you're actually reading something?" I smirked sarcastically.
"There's an article in here about you."
"Is it about my victory last night?" I asked, cockily.
"No. It's bad." I snatched the paper from Danny's hands and he wasn't lying. The article was bad ... accusing me of buying my way to number two and getting easy A's from the teachers because I'm good at every sport invented.
"Who wrote this?" I practically screamed angrily.
"Take a wild guess."
"Miranda?" Danny nodded. "That bitch!" I threw the paper down and rampaged through the hall, looking for her. Instead, I ran into her trusty side-kick David Gordon, the school freak.
"Where's Miranda?" I inquired. He shrugged, kept walking, and put on his headphones. "I said, where is she!" I yelled as I pushed his against the lockers. This he paid attention to, and he responded by punching me square in the jaw.
Danny tried to hold me back, but I returned the hit and soon we had engaged in a full-fledged fight. I don't know who pulled us apart, but all I have to say is that that Gordon kid isn't a sissy after all. He got some pretty good hits off of me, but I had totally kicked his ass. I mean he was the one with blood dripping on the floor.
"Mr. Gordon." Ms. Scarlet mumbled disapprovingly. "Ethan Craft. First this article, then this fight. I'm starting to wonder." Rage filled my body as I squirmed, trying to get another hit off of Gordon. "That's enough guys." She continued. "Bring them to my office."
~Miranda~
I hadn't seen Ethan yet. Good thing. He has the worst temper ever. I was looking for Gordo. He wasn't at our usual meeting place, so I walked out into the hallway only to see two police officers dragging Ethan and ... was that ... yep ... and Gordo.
"GORDO!" I ran up to him, questioning him only with my eyes. The police officer pushed me aside and continued to drag him towards the principals office. Everyone in the hallway stopped and started giving me evil stares. I take it that they didn't like my article then.
LATER DURING 2ND PERIOD
"Excuse me. May I please see Miss Muhammad in my office?" Ms. Scarlet asked as I took my things and followed her to her office. (A/N: I know that's not Miranda's name on the show, but it is in the story) "I'd like to speak to you about your article in today's paper." She continued as we reached her office and Ethan started giving me evil stares from the other side of the room.
"What would you like to know?" I tried to pretend like everything was okay.
"Lots of things, but for one, where did you get this information?"
"I checked it out myself. After school one day ..." I began to tell my story.
By the end of the day, I had detention, along with Ethan Craft, but Gordo was suspended, of course.
"So, I finally get to speak to you alone." Ethan commented as soon as the teacher left the room to go and get coffee or something.
"Go ahead and say what you want. You know what you did was wrong, but of course, you're going to get out of it because you're the school's Golden Boy." I muttered, tiredly.
"I don't appreciate you printing lies about me like that. I know you hate me and everyone else does, but spreading rumors isn't going to make anyone like you any better. After all, you are just a dirty Spic." I stood up and was really close to hitting him, but I knew that I would get in trouble and it would only make me look bad.
"You know you're the most ignorant person I've ever met in my life. Even P.W.T, (Poor white trash), use more brain cells than you do." I insulted him.
"Ouch." He mocked. "The sweet smell of jealousy."
"Could you not talk to me for the rest of this time?" I asked as he got up and headed for the door.
"Sure. You're gonna be in here alone anyway. I've got a game to prepare for." Ethan smiled and walked out, leaving me alone.
I could've just left like Ethan did, but I'm one of those people who always gets in trouble and always gets caught doing something, so I stayed, even though the teacher never did come back. At least I got all my homework ... but then again all I had was a Spanish worksheet, since I had missed most of my other classes.
~Gordo~
"What took you so long?" I asked Miranda who finally decided to show up at my house.
"You'll never guess what happened." Miranda whispered as I popped down on the swing next to him.
"What?" I started to play a few chords on my guitar.
"I got detention."
"For what?" I inquired in a nonchalant tone. Normally I wouldn't believe this, but after what had happened today, I believed anything.
"Writing that article on Craft. Of course, he claimed that I made up the whole thing because I was jealous and they believed him. I even have proof that he's lying." Miranda proclaimed as I shook my head and smiled at her.
"Whoa. You really got your butt kicked today." She commented as I continued playing.
"You should be thanking me. If he had found you first, God knows what would've happened," I said as she looked at me sincerely.
"Fine then. Thank you Gordo. You're the best friend a girl could have. I looove you." She joked, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, okay. Back off."
"So why'd they suspend you and not Craft?" Miranda wondered as she lay her head down on my shoulder. Her scarf tickled my arm.
"Apparently, according to Craft and Thompson, I instigated and started the fight. They were just 'defending themselves.'"
"They believed that bologna?"
"They'd believe him if he said that tree started talking to him and it attacked him with its roots." I teased as she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"I'm honestly sorry that I got you suspended."
"It's okay. I was going to get suspended anyway." I assured her, as she moved her head and sat cross-legged on the swing. I started to play.
"Why do you always do that?" I asked, referring to her sitting cross- legged without her shoes.
"I don't like shoes and I never wear them at home." Miranda explained. "Why do you always play that guitar and take it with you EVERYWHERE."
"I don't take it with me everywhere."
"Oh, you leave it outside the bathroom door. I forgot." She said sarcastically as I made a face at her. "When's Lizzie coming over?"
"I don't know."
"Is she still in El Cajon?" Miranda questioned me.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know if your own girlfriend is here? "
"I don't-"
She cut me off. "Please don't say I don't know."
"Fine. I'm not sure because she isn't my girlfriend."
"Please. You two are inseparable."
"Ever since Lizzie moved things have been hard." I admitted as I sat my guitar down.
(A/N: I originally wrote this as an O-Town story, but I hope you enjoy, but most of all get the message that I'm trying to send out. Oh yeah, and Review!!-NL)