A/N: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. If I did I would be writing fan fiction.
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The Punch That Brought Them Together
Lizzie woke up next to Nick. He was still asleep, normal behavior for him. She looked at her watch it was seven o'clock.
"Nick", she said shaking him lightly, "your plane leaves in two hours."
Nick sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, "damn, I guess I gotta get up."
"Yeah," said Lizzie, "you do."
Nick got up, got dress, said goodbye to Lizzie, and then headed out the door.
Lizzie sighed. She was left alone again. She looked around the apartment. There was nothing to do. She decided to take a walk. She quickly changed and grabbed her coat as she headed out the door.
She strolled along the streets, looking at all the different things happening. She observed the small boutique shops and looked at what they had in their windows. She inhaled the sweet aromas that came from the restaurants. She looked at what the street vendors were trying to get people to buy at their "cheap" prices. That was what she loved about living there the, activity the energy it never seemed to stop.
She glanced up at the clear blue sky. There was a plane across, about to land at the airport nearby.
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"Welcome to Boston everyone! Hope you enjoyed the your flight!" said the pilot once he had landed the plane.
Once everyone was allowed to, they grabbed their bags and suitcases and got off.
Gordo went to the baggage claim and then got a cab to take him to his hotel.
He arrived at the hotel. It was a very nice place. You know, the type with big crystal chandeliers and furniture that had pretty floral decorations.
He checked in and went to his room. It was small. But not like it mattered because it was just him.
Since his conference wasn't until tomorrow, he decided to start out on his search to find Lizzie.
He got out of the room and headed out to the streets of the city. He had to at least find a phone book, she would probably be listed somewhere.
Just as he was thinking about where he could find a phone book an arm swung around and hit him right in the stomach.
"Oof", he said but couldn't say much. He couldn't really breathe either He hunched over. Clutching his hurt stomach, "What the hell?" he managed to get out in a weak voice.
"I'm so unbelievably sorry", said a high voice. Yea, it was a girl.
"I was just walking and I hit you and.. I'm so clumsy. Please. is there anything I can help you with?" she said sympathetically.
"Yea", replied Gordo, "You could.." Just as he was about to say "watch where you were going" he stopped. He got a god look at her. There was something so familiar about her. He said to her, "Lizzie?"
She looked at him strangely, "Gordo?" she asked.
He smiled at her, "yea."
Lizzie jaw dropped, "O.. oh my god. Gordo?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes", he replied smiling brightly.
"W. wha?" she couldn't find the words to say.
"I'm here on business", he said taking her hand, and she felt like she was seventeen again.
"Oh", Lizzie replied disappointed.
"But I'm staying longer then I have to", he said and stroked her soft golden locks.
"Well, we have some catching up to do, don't we?" she said.
"I guess we do", he said, "and I guess you wouldn't mind me having the pleasure of accompanying you to dinner", he said as he kissed her hand softly. Lizzie blushed. He was just as she remembered, "yes", she said.
"But first I think I want to go home and change. I mean, I just practically rolled out of bead this morning", she said smoothing her hair self- consciously, suddenly worrying about what she looked like.
He laughed, "really? I would've never guessed", he replied kissing her hand.
Lizzie knew her face was getting redder and redder. She felt so embarrassed, "well, how bout you come over? I bet you would like to know where to pick me up."
"That would help", he said.
They walked along together. Lizzie's mind swirled with different emotions. She was happy that Gordo was back. She remembered why she fell in love with him in the first place. But also, she was kind of nervous. She hadn't seen him for four years.
Gordo felt the same things. He looked down at Lizzie. She was biting her lip nervously and flipping her hair now and then. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. It made him completely forget about Miranda.
"I missed you", said Gordo disrupting the short silence.
"Me too", said Lizzie. She thought that she might as well ask the question that she was dying to ask, "So, um. you still with Miranda?"
Gordo slowly turned his head to his love. He regretted what he was about to say, fearing it would break her heart further. "Yea." he said sounding disappointed.
Lizzie, although knowing how mean it was, was happy when he said "yea" like he was stuck with some pest he can't get rid of. Well, sure she knew they were "together" but he didn't seemed so thrilled about it.
"Oh", replied Lizzie, "you don't seem so happy?"
"Well", he said. He didn't know if he should really say it but he thought he might as well, "She kinda loves me. And I well.. I don't."
Lizzie could barely contain the joy that had overcome her at that moment. Finally, Miranda would feel what happened to her, to love someone and not have them feel the same. Or that was what Lizzie thought.
"That's so. um, horrible?" she said in a perky voice.
Gordo had noticed how her mood seemed to be better when he said that he didn't love Miranda. What did that mean?
"Yea, but only cause she thinks I love her", he replied looking down at the ground, ashamed at what he had done, lying to Miranda like that.
Lizzie got happier at the moment. Okay, sure that wasn't really nice that she was happy that Miranda thinks a guy loved her when he really didn't. She knew that, but she still couldn't help but be happy.
"Why did you lie to her like that? I mean, I'm sure you have reasons," said Lizzie still trying to hide how happy she was.
"Well", he scratched his head, "It's complicated."
"Really? How?" asked Lizzie.
"How about I tell you later", he said.
Lizzie was disappointed but it made her look forward that night even more, "Oh ok. Anyway, here's where I live."
She was about to grab a pen from her bag when she said, "actually, why don't you tell me where you're staying. I know my way around here much better then you. You might get lost."
"But then you'd be picking me up for out date. And I think it's supposed to be the opposite", he replied.
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat when he said "date". This was a date? Lizzie didn't realize that. 'Oh my god', she thought, 'I'm going on a date with Gordo!'
"Ummmm Lizzie?" asked Gordo, "Yoo-hoo, McGuire?" He said. She hadn't been talking for a few minutes.
"Oh, sorry", said Lizzie grabbing a pen and an old receipt to write on, "so you're staying where?"
Gordo told her where he would be, the room number and all. They their "goodbyes and "see ya laters ".
As soon as he left Lizzie practically skipped into the building. She got into and empty elevator just as it was heading for the second floor. She pressed her floor number and once she was there walked over to her apartment.
She took a quick shower and headed back to her closet and looked at her clothing. Now, if she could only pick out what to wear.
Thanks to reviewers! You people rock!
The Punch That Brought Them Together
Lizzie woke up next to Nick. He was still asleep, normal behavior for him. She looked at her watch it was seven o'clock.
"Nick", she said shaking him lightly, "your plane leaves in two hours."
Nick sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, "damn, I guess I gotta get up."
"Yeah," said Lizzie, "you do."
Nick got up, got dress, said goodbye to Lizzie, and then headed out the door.
Lizzie sighed. She was left alone again. She looked around the apartment. There was nothing to do. She decided to take a walk. She quickly changed and grabbed her coat as she headed out the door.
She strolled along the streets, looking at all the different things happening. She observed the small boutique shops and looked at what they had in their windows. She inhaled the sweet aromas that came from the restaurants. She looked at what the street vendors were trying to get people to buy at their "cheap" prices. That was what she loved about living there the, activity the energy it never seemed to stop.
She glanced up at the clear blue sky. There was a plane across, about to land at the airport nearby.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Welcome to Boston everyone! Hope you enjoyed the your flight!" said the pilot once he had landed the plane.
Once everyone was allowed to, they grabbed their bags and suitcases and got off.
Gordo went to the baggage claim and then got a cab to take him to his hotel.
He arrived at the hotel. It was a very nice place. You know, the type with big crystal chandeliers and furniture that had pretty floral decorations.
He checked in and went to his room. It was small. But not like it mattered because it was just him.
Since his conference wasn't until tomorrow, he decided to start out on his search to find Lizzie.
He got out of the room and headed out to the streets of the city. He had to at least find a phone book, she would probably be listed somewhere.
Just as he was thinking about where he could find a phone book an arm swung around and hit him right in the stomach.
"Oof", he said but couldn't say much. He couldn't really breathe either He hunched over. Clutching his hurt stomach, "What the hell?" he managed to get out in a weak voice.
"I'm so unbelievably sorry", said a high voice. Yea, it was a girl.
"I was just walking and I hit you and.. I'm so clumsy. Please. is there anything I can help you with?" she said sympathetically.
"Yea", replied Gordo, "You could.." Just as he was about to say "watch where you were going" he stopped. He got a god look at her. There was something so familiar about her. He said to her, "Lizzie?"
She looked at him strangely, "Gordo?" she asked.
He smiled at her, "yea."
Lizzie jaw dropped, "O.. oh my god. Gordo?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes", he replied smiling brightly.
"W. wha?" she couldn't find the words to say.
"I'm here on business", he said taking her hand, and she felt like she was seventeen again.
"Oh", Lizzie replied disappointed.
"But I'm staying longer then I have to", he said and stroked her soft golden locks.
"Well, we have some catching up to do, don't we?" she said.
"I guess we do", he said, "and I guess you wouldn't mind me having the pleasure of accompanying you to dinner", he said as he kissed her hand softly. Lizzie blushed. He was just as she remembered, "yes", she said.
"But first I think I want to go home and change. I mean, I just practically rolled out of bead this morning", she said smoothing her hair self- consciously, suddenly worrying about what she looked like.
He laughed, "really? I would've never guessed", he replied kissing her hand.
Lizzie knew her face was getting redder and redder. She felt so embarrassed, "well, how bout you come over? I bet you would like to know where to pick me up."
"That would help", he said.
They walked along together. Lizzie's mind swirled with different emotions. She was happy that Gordo was back. She remembered why she fell in love with him in the first place. But also, she was kind of nervous. She hadn't seen him for four years.
Gordo felt the same things. He looked down at Lizzie. She was biting her lip nervously and flipping her hair now and then. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. It made him completely forget about Miranda.
"I missed you", said Gordo disrupting the short silence.
"Me too", said Lizzie. She thought that she might as well ask the question that she was dying to ask, "So, um. you still with Miranda?"
Gordo slowly turned his head to his love. He regretted what he was about to say, fearing it would break her heart further. "Yea." he said sounding disappointed.
Lizzie, although knowing how mean it was, was happy when he said "yea" like he was stuck with some pest he can't get rid of. Well, sure she knew they were "together" but he didn't seemed so thrilled about it.
"Oh", replied Lizzie, "you don't seem so happy?"
"Well", he said. He didn't know if he should really say it but he thought he might as well, "She kinda loves me. And I well.. I don't."
Lizzie could barely contain the joy that had overcome her at that moment. Finally, Miranda would feel what happened to her, to love someone and not have them feel the same. Or that was what Lizzie thought.
"That's so. um, horrible?" she said in a perky voice.
Gordo had noticed how her mood seemed to be better when he said that he didn't love Miranda. What did that mean?
"Yea, but only cause she thinks I love her", he replied looking down at the ground, ashamed at what he had done, lying to Miranda like that.
Lizzie got happier at the moment. Okay, sure that wasn't really nice that she was happy that Miranda thinks a guy loved her when he really didn't. She knew that, but she still couldn't help but be happy.
"Why did you lie to her like that? I mean, I'm sure you have reasons," said Lizzie still trying to hide how happy she was.
"Well", he scratched his head, "It's complicated."
"Really? How?" asked Lizzie.
"How about I tell you later", he said.
Lizzie was disappointed but it made her look forward that night even more, "Oh ok. Anyway, here's where I live."
She was about to grab a pen from her bag when she said, "actually, why don't you tell me where you're staying. I know my way around here much better then you. You might get lost."
"But then you'd be picking me up for out date. And I think it's supposed to be the opposite", he replied.
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat when he said "date". This was a date? Lizzie didn't realize that. 'Oh my god', she thought, 'I'm going on a date with Gordo!'
"Ummmm Lizzie?" asked Gordo, "Yoo-hoo, McGuire?" He said. She hadn't been talking for a few minutes.
"Oh, sorry", said Lizzie grabbing a pen and an old receipt to write on, "so you're staying where?"
Gordo told her where he would be, the room number and all. They their "goodbyes and "see ya laters ".
As soon as he left Lizzie practically skipped into the building. She got into and empty elevator just as it was heading for the second floor. She pressed her floor number and once she was there walked over to her apartment.
She took a quick shower and headed back to her closet and looked at her clothing. Now, if she could only pick out what to wear.