A/N: I don't own and never will own Lizzie McGuire unless I build a time
machine and go back in time and create Lizzie McGuire before stupid power-
hungry Disney ever did.
I can't think of anything. For my other story, "I Left My Heart In Boston" I can think of stuff but I'm out of ideas for this. And great, it was moved to the second page! Oh well I'll start rambling but that'll just bore you so here goes what you wanna read..
Can't See In The Dark
Lizzie looked out the window to the outside. It was raining. She watched the rain trickle down the windowpane. Gray clouds covered most of the sky, which you could just about tell was a grayish blue. It was dreary and depressing.
She turned back to her schoolwork. She moaned. Algebraic expressions weren't the kind of things that she wanted to be doing right now. She rolled her eyes and began scribbling down brief answers for some of the problems. She paused when she heard a knock at the door.
She was afraid. She was alone, during a rainstorm, and there was someone at the door. It all seemed to add up, like some scary movie. She was afraid to open it. She looked through the peephole in the door.
"Hello?" she squeaked.
"Lizzie?" replied a familiar voice.
"Gordo?" asked Lizzie again, trying to identify the voice that she had just heard.
"Yup", he replied.
Lizzie slowly opened the door and Gordo walked inside. He took off his jacket and put it on one of the coat hangers. He shook his head and little droplets of rain fell to the ground.
"Thanks", he said as Lizzie handed him a towel for his wet head.
"Why are you hear?" asked Lizzie.
"It's hell out there", he said while towel drying his dark curls, "I can't see where the heck I'm going. I don't think I could walk there without being afraid of being hit by a car. Not even to just my house."
"Oh", said Lizzie as she bit her index fingernail nervously.
"What?" he said noticing Lizzie's uncomfortable body language, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No", said Lizzie looking down at the ground as she began wringing her hands, "it's just that, I thought you weren't speaking to me."
Gordo let out a small laugh, "Lizzie do you actually think that I would just stop talking to you?"
Lizzie looked up at Gordo, "well you seemed really mad at me", she replied.
Gordo smiled at her, "Lizzie, you are one of the most important people to me", he said approaching her, "You mean a lot to me."
Lizzie bit her lip as he began coming closer to her, "really?" she asked.
He walked closer to her until he was about five inches away, "really."
They looked at eachother straight in the eye barely moving for minutes. Lizzie missed Gordo so much as he missed her.
"Gordo", Lizzie said, her voice was now just barely above a whisper.
"Yes", he replied.
The familiar tears gathered in her eyes again as she flew herself into Gordo's arms, "I'm sorry", she sobbed.
He held her close to him, gently patting her back, "Shhhhhhhhh", he said soothingly, "It's okay, I forgive you."
Lizzie slowly pulled away and looked up to him with her teary eyes, "are sure? After all I've done?"
He took her hand and gave it a little squeezed, "I'm sure."
"Oh Gordo", said Lizzie as she began to cry again.
"Lizzie", he said gazing into her glossy, hazel eyes, "I'm always here for you. You can't get rid of me that easily."
Lizzie rubbed her eyes, "but I've treated you like crap."
"That's true.."
"Gordo!" He laughed at her again, "Lizzie you were my friend before my girlfriend and before the girl that I fell in love with."
Lizzie couldn't believe that Gordo just understood everything so well. It made her wonder how she could ever not have him in her life, "good, because you'll always be my friend too."
He held out his pinky, "friends?"
She wrapped her pinky finger around his, "friends."
They both laughed at what had just happened. They walked into the living room to watch T.V. All of the sudden, the power went out, leaving Lizzie and Gordo in the dark.
Lizzie started to panic, she was afraid of the dark. Gordo looked for a candle, flashlight, or something that ran on batteries that produced light of some sort.
Lizzie relaxed once Gordo found a few candles and lit them. They put them on the end tables near the couches. Lizzie sat on one couch, Gordo on the other.
"So", said Gordo looking up at the ceiling, "this isn't the typical thing to do with your ex."
"Yeah", said Lizzie laughing nervously. She looked at the candle. She watched the orange-yellow flame dance around on the wick of candle. She looked at Gordo. He was concentrating on one spot on the floor.
Lizzie got up, "I'm going to see if there's anything we can eat in the kitchen", she said. She began to walk over until she tripped over Gordo's foot. Just as she thought she would hit the hard wood floor Gordo caught her but ended up tumbling down to the floor with her.
Gordo still had his arms wrapped tightly around Lizzie when they fell. He let one of his arms drop down to the floor and Lizzie rolled out of his embrace. She sat crossed legged and helped Gordo sit up.
"Sorry bout that", she said as she brushed some dust off Gordo's shoulder.
"That's okay", he said.
She looked into his eyes and he returned her gaze. They were lost for a moment for what had just happened. Gordo tilted his head a bit closer. So did Lizzie.
She then snapped out of it. She titled her head back slowly as did Gordo. They just sat looking at eachother in the dim lit living room.
"So", said Gordo trying to break the uncomfortable feelings that were running through both of their veins, "these candles smell nice. What scent was it again?"
Lizzie knew what he was doing, trying to start a normal conversation. "Um jasmine and rose", she relied looking down at the floor playing with her shoelace.
"What type of rose?" he asked.
"I dunno? Is there a difference?" she asked still fiddling with the shoelace.
"Well, different color roses mean different things", said Gordo.
"I don't think candles are supposed to mean anything, Gordo", replied Lizzie.
"I know, I just thought I'd bore you with some useless facts", he looked at Lizzie sitting there as the candlelight flickered, "you know, like old time?"
Lizzie looked up, "fine, what do the different roses mean?"
"Well", began Gordo his eyes fixated on Lizzie, "Yellow means joy, white means purity, pink means gratitude, and red means.." He trailed off.
"Love?" asked Lizzie looking at Gordo.
"Yea", he said, "red means love."
Just then all the lights flickered on and off. Lizzie screamed but finally the lights turned on and stayed on.
"Well", said Gordo, "I think the rains stopped, so I better go."
"Yea", said Lizzie getting up and brushing herself off, "you should go."
Gordo went over to the coat hanger and grabbed his jacket and umbrella he waved to Lizzie and headed out the door.
"Bye." Lizzie whispered as she watched him disappear into the misty, gray space.
I can't think of anything. For my other story, "I Left My Heart In Boston" I can think of stuff but I'm out of ideas for this. And great, it was moved to the second page! Oh well I'll start rambling but that'll just bore you so here goes what you wanna read..
Can't See In The Dark
Lizzie looked out the window to the outside. It was raining. She watched the rain trickle down the windowpane. Gray clouds covered most of the sky, which you could just about tell was a grayish blue. It was dreary and depressing.
She turned back to her schoolwork. She moaned. Algebraic expressions weren't the kind of things that she wanted to be doing right now. She rolled her eyes and began scribbling down brief answers for some of the problems. She paused when she heard a knock at the door.
She was afraid. She was alone, during a rainstorm, and there was someone at the door. It all seemed to add up, like some scary movie. She was afraid to open it. She looked through the peephole in the door.
"Hello?" she squeaked.
"Lizzie?" replied a familiar voice.
"Gordo?" asked Lizzie again, trying to identify the voice that she had just heard.
"Yup", he replied.
Lizzie slowly opened the door and Gordo walked inside. He took off his jacket and put it on one of the coat hangers. He shook his head and little droplets of rain fell to the ground.
"Thanks", he said as Lizzie handed him a towel for his wet head.
"Why are you hear?" asked Lizzie.
"It's hell out there", he said while towel drying his dark curls, "I can't see where the heck I'm going. I don't think I could walk there without being afraid of being hit by a car. Not even to just my house."
"Oh", said Lizzie as she bit her index fingernail nervously.
"What?" he said noticing Lizzie's uncomfortable body language, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No", said Lizzie looking down at the ground as she began wringing her hands, "it's just that, I thought you weren't speaking to me."
Gordo let out a small laugh, "Lizzie do you actually think that I would just stop talking to you?"
Lizzie looked up at Gordo, "well you seemed really mad at me", she replied.
Gordo smiled at her, "Lizzie, you are one of the most important people to me", he said approaching her, "You mean a lot to me."
Lizzie bit her lip as he began coming closer to her, "really?" she asked.
He walked closer to her until he was about five inches away, "really."
They looked at eachother straight in the eye barely moving for minutes. Lizzie missed Gordo so much as he missed her.
"Gordo", Lizzie said, her voice was now just barely above a whisper.
"Yes", he replied.
The familiar tears gathered in her eyes again as she flew herself into Gordo's arms, "I'm sorry", she sobbed.
He held her close to him, gently patting her back, "Shhhhhhhhh", he said soothingly, "It's okay, I forgive you."
Lizzie slowly pulled away and looked up to him with her teary eyes, "are sure? After all I've done?"
He took her hand and gave it a little squeezed, "I'm sure."
"Oh Gordo", said Lizzie as she began to cry again.
"Lizzie", he said gazing into her glossy, hazel eyes, "I'm always here for you. You can't get rid of me that easily."
Lizzie rubbed her eyes, "but I've treated you like crap."
"That's true.."
"Gordo!" He laughed at her again, "Lizzie you were my friend before my girlfriend and before the girl that I fell in love with."
Lizzie couldn't believe that Gordo just understood everything so well. It made her wonder how she could ever not have him in her life, "good, because you'll always be my friend too."
He held out his pinky, "friends?"
She wrapped her pinky finger around his, "friends."
They both laughed at what had just happened. They walked into the living room to watch T.V. All of the sudden, the power went out, leaving Lizzie and Gordo in the dark.
Lizzie started to panic, she was afraid of the dark. Gordo looked for a candle, flashlight, or something that ran on batteries that produced light of some sort.
Lizzie relaxed once Gordo found a few candles and lit them. They put them on the end tables near the couches. Lizzie sat on one couch, Gordo on the other.
"So", said Gordo looking up at the ceiling, "this isn't the typical thing to do with your ex."
"Yeah", said Lizzie laughing nervously. She looked at the candle. She watched the orange-yellow flame dance around on the wick of candle. She looked at Gordo. He was concentrating on one spot on the floor.
Lizzie got up, "I'm going to see if there's anything we can eat in the kitchen", she said. She began to walk over until she tripped over Gordo's foot. Just as she thought she would hit the hard wood floor Gordo caught her but ended up tumbling down to the floor with her.
Gordo still had his arms wrapped tightly around Lizzie when they fell. He let one of his arms drop down to the floor and Lizzie rolled out of his embrace. She sat crossed legged and helped Gordo sit up.
"Sorry bout that", she said as she brushed some dust off Gordo's shoulder.
"That's okay", he said.
She looked into his eyes and he returned her gaze. They were lost for a moment for what had just happened. Gordo tilted his head a bit closer. So did Lizzie.
She then snapped out of it. She titled her head back slowly as did Gordo. They just sat looking at eachother in the dim lit living room.
"So", said Gordo trying to break the uncomfortable feelings that were running through both of their veins, "these candles smell nice. What scent was it again?"
Lizzie knew what he was doing, trying to start a normal conversation. "Um jasmine and rose", she relied looking down at the floor playing with her shoelace.
"What type of rose?" he asked.
"I dunno? Is there a difference?" she asked still fiddling with the shoelace.
"Well, different color roses mean different things", said Gordo.
"I don't think candles are supposed to mean anything, Gordo", replied Lizzie.
"I know, I just thought I'd bore you with some useless facts", he looked at Lizzie sitting there as the candlelight flickered, "you know, like old time?"
Lizzie looked up, "fine, what do the different roses mean?"
"Well", began Gordo his eyes fixated on Lizzie, "Yellow means joy, white means purity, pink means gratitude, and red means.." He trailed off.
"Love?" asked Lizzie looking at Gordo.
"Yea", he said, "red means love."
Just then all the lights flickered on and off. Lizzie screamed but finally the lights turned on and stayed on.
"Well", said Gordo, "I think the rains stopped, so I better go."
"Yea", said Lizzie getting up and brushing herself off, "you should go."
Gordo went over to the coat hanger and grabbed his jacket and umbrella he waved to Lizzie and headed out the door.
"Bye." Lizzie whispered as she watched him disappear into the misty, gray space.