A/N: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. Thanks to reviewers, I think 24 reviews
for only 4 chapters is pretty good!
Milk & Sugar
Lizzie and Gordo walked to back to Gordo's hotel room in silence. Both hadn't spoken since their make-out session when they were dancing. Lizzie just walked Gordo over to his apartment, dropped him off, and wandered back over to her apartment building.
Lizzie flung herself into her cushy couch and let her tired body sink in. "Ugh", she said disgusted. She could still smell the tomato on her blouse.
Lizzie sat there for a while and closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep.
Lizzie opened up to the sound of pigeons on her terrace. She rubbed her eyes. The bright light streaming from her window blinded her. She slowly got up. "What time is it?" she mumbled. She looked at the time on her VCR.
"Ten o'clock!" she yelled, "Damn it! I'm late!"
She ran to the bathroom and scrubbed the make-up from the night before off her face. She didn't have time for a shower, all she had time was to apply some deodorant and hope that she did smell of sauce.
She quickly tied up her hair in a messy bun and changed into her waitress uniform. She grabbed her purse and forgetting her coat, ran out the door.
She jogged through the brisk air until she reached the café. Once she got there she immediately ran to the manager's office.
"I'm so sorry, I fell asleep and lost track on time", said Lizzie as she ran into her boss's room and rammed against the desk.
A lady, about in her early thirties, with a dark brown hair and a short, pixie haircut looked up from a bunch of papers, "You're late."
"I know, like I said, I'm sooooo sorry!" said Lizzie.
"McGuire", said Lizzie's boss as she slowly got up from her chair and began to walk around the small room, "do you know how busy this place was for breakfast?"
"Um, yea", said Lizzie, "it's always busy at breakfast because we get a lot of business people."
"Oh course you know", she said looking at Lizzie, "but do you know how hard it was to work this morning?"
Lizzie shook her head.
"Well, it so happens that because you Little Miss Lizzie were late because of some reason we were short staffed", she said in an angry tone, "and all the rest of the on-time employees had to work extra hard just because you were late."
"I. I'm sorry. It's not like I did it on purpose", said Lizzie as she began wringing her hands.
"But, this is becoming a trend with you", said her boss as she sat down at her desk and began filing papers.
"Wha. I was only late like, three times", said Lizzie.
"In a month.." Continued Lizzie's boss, "I'm afraid you can't make time for us in your oh-so-busy schedule, I'm afraid I'm going to fire you."
"But you can't!" pleaded Lizzie, "I need this job!"
"Well, if you needed it so much then you'd do your job better then wouldn't you?" she asked Lizzie. Lizzie stood silently. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to fire you", said Lizzie's boss.
"Wha. fired?" stuttered Lizzie in utter disbelief trying to hide her quickly moistening eyes.
"Goodbye, McGuire", said her boss as she motioned for her to leave.
Lizzie bit her lip, "okay." she said meekly as she walked out the door.
Lizzie tried to suck up her tears. This wasn't the first time she was fired from a job. There was that incident in the eighth grade, where she worked as a busboy for the local hangout, the Digital Bean. She wasn't as "polite" as she should have been to the customers. But of course that job at the Digital Bean wasn't necessary, she wasn't living off of it, it was just some independence stunt she pulled to show her parents that she could own her own money. But with the job at the café, that she needed to live off of and now she had lost that job. It made her feel like a loser.
Lizzie stepped outside of the café and into the cold streets of Boston. She crossed her arms and shivered. She walked to her house as the cold numbed her skin. Even her tears felt ice-cold against her rosy cheeks.
Gordo was just getting out his conference when he saw a shivering Lizzie heading towards home. He made his way over to her. When he found her, he lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
"Little cold without a jacket, don't ya think?" he said.
A rosy, teary face turned over to Gordo, "I know, I forgot my jacket."
"Well take this then", said Gordo as he took off his jacket and handed it to Lizzie. "Oh no, Gordo, I can't take this", said Lizzie refusing to take the warm jacket, "what about you?"
"I drank enough hot coffee in there to keep me warm for a long time", he said as he handed her the coat.
Lizzie gingerly put her arms through the sleeves. She felt much warmer now.
"So when am I going to see this mystery apartment?" asked Gordo.
"Well it's right around this corner", said Lizzie pointing to a seventeen- story brick building.
"Mind if I see?" asked Gordo.
"Sure", replied Lizzie, "why not?"
They walked around the corner to Lizzie's building. They then got into an elevator, to Lizzie's floor, and then to her apartment.
"We're here!" exclaimed Lizzie as she opened the door to a dark room. She quickly flipped on the light switch. It was your typical apartment, a living room with a small kitchen off the side with a dinning room table for two.
"Coffee?" Lizzie asked as she headed over to her coffee maker.
"Okay", replied Gordo as he sat down in a cushy light green lounge chair.
Lizzie turned on the coffee maker. "It'll be a couple of minuets", said Lizzie as she sat herself down on her couch.
"That's fine", said Gordo, "so, what happened before? You seemed sorta, I don't know, upset."
Lizzie froze, "Oh, yea, I, um got fired from my job", she replied feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Really?" said Gordo, "and what was your job, you never mentioned what you did."
"Oh", said Lizzie, "I.. I was a waitress, at a café."
"Oh", replied Gordo, "so, you want to talk about last night?"
Lizzie didn't know what to answer. Of course she wanted to know what he felt, but she thought talking about it would be too uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something the coffee was ready, "I'll get that", said Lizzie.
She poured coffee into two coffee cups, "Milk? Sugar?" she asked Gordo.
"You never answered my question", said Gordo turning his head back to face Lizzie, "and yes for both."
Lizzie came back to the seating area with two coffee cups with milk and sugar. She gently placed them down on the end table. She held up her coffee cup and took a sip, "what about last night?" she asked.
"The kiss", he said, "what did you mean when you said I love you?"
Lizzie inhaled a shaky breath. How could she answer that without expressing what she truly felt?
"I meant that I loved you," replied Lizzie.
"Really? You mean it?" asked Gordo.
Lizzie nodded. "I've loved you for a while now Gordo."
"I love you too", he said, "and always will."
Gordo sat down and the couch next to Lizzie. They leaned in and kissed each other passionately. He ran his hands, messing up her blonde hair and she just kissed back. He began to kiss her neck when Lizzie suddenly thought of something, "hey Gordo?"
"Yea?" Gordo in between kisses.
"What about Miranda?"
Milk & Sugar
Lizzie and Gordo walked to back to Gordo's hotel room in silence. Both hadn't spoken since their make-out session when they were dancing. Lizzie just walked Gordo over to his apartment, dropped him off, and wandered back over to her apartment building.
Lizzie flung herself into her cushy couch and let her tired body sink in. "Ugh", she said disgusted. She could still smell the tomato on her blouse.
Lizzie sat there for a while and closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep.
Lizzie opened up to the sound of pigeons on her terrace. She rubbed her eyes. The bright light streaming from her window blinded her. She slowly got up. "What time is it?" she mumbled. She looked at the time on her VCR.
"Ten o'clock!" she yelled, "Damn it! I'm late!"
She ran to the bathroom and scrubbed the make-up from the night before off her face. She didn't have time for a shower, all she had time was to apply some deodorant and hope that she did smell of sauce.
She quickly tied up her hair in a messy bun and changed into her waitress uniform. She grabbed her purse and forgetting her coat, ran out the door.
She jogged through the brisk air until she reached the café. Once she got there she immediately ran to the manager's office.
"I'm so sorry, I fell asleep and lost track on time", said Lizzie as she ran into her boss's room and rammed against the desk.
A lady, about in her early thirties, with a dark brown hair and a short, pixie haircut looked up from a bunch of papers, "You're late."
"I know, like I said, I'm sooooo sorry!" said Lizzie.
"McGuire", said Lizzie's boss as she slowly got up from her chair and began to walk around the small room, "do you know how busy this place was for breakfast?"
"Um, yea", said Lizzie, "it's always busy at breakfast because we get a lot of business people."
"Oh course you know", she said looking at Lizzie, "but do you know how hard it was to work this morning?"
Lizzie shook her head.
"Well, it so happens that because you Little Miss Lizzie were late because of some reason we were short staffed", she said in an angry tone, "and all the rest of the on-time employees had to work extra hard just because you were late."
"I. I'm sorry. It's not like I did it on purpose", said Lizzie as she began wringing her hands.
"But, this is becoming a trend with you", said her boss as she sat down at her desk and began filing papers.
"Wha. I was only late like, three times", said Lizzie.
"In a month.." Continued Lizzie's boss, "I'm afraid you can't make time for us in your oh-so-busy schedule, I'm afraid I'm going to fire you."
"But you can't!" pleaded Lizzie, "I need this job!"
"Well, if you needed it so much then you'd do your job better then wouldn't you?" she asked Lizzie. Lizzie stood silently. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to fire you", said Lizzie's boss.
"Wha. fired?" stuttered Lizzie in utter disbelief trying to hide her quickly moistening eyes.
"Goodbye, McGuire", said her boss as she motioned for her to leave.
Lizzie bit her lip, "okay." she said meekly as she walked out the door.
Lizzie tried to suck up her tears. This wasn't the first time she was fired from a job. There was that incident in the eighth grade, where she worked as a busboy for the local hangout, the Digital Bean. She wasn't as "polite" as she should have been to the customers. But of course that job at the Digital Bean wasn't necessary, she wasn't living off of it, it was just some independence stunt she pulled to show her parents that she could own her own money. But with the job at the café, that she needed to live off of and now she had lost that job. It made her feel like a loser.
Lizzie stepped outside of the café and into the cold streets of Boston. She crossed her arms and shivered. She walked to her house as the cold numbed her skin. Even her tears felt ice-cold against her rosy cheeks.
Gordo was just getting out his conference when he saw a shivering Lizzie heading towards home. He made his way over to her. When he found her, he lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
"Little cold without a jacket, don't ya think?" he said.
A rosy, teary face turned over to Gordo, "I know, I forgot my jacket."
"Well take this then", said Gordo as he took off his jacket and handed it to Lizzie. "Oh no, Gordo, I can't take this", said Lizzie refusing to take the warm jacket, "what about you?"
"I drank enough hot coffee in there to keep me warm for a long time", he said as he handed her the coat.
Lizzie gingerly put her arms through the sleeves. She felt much warmer now.
"So when am I going to see this mystery apartment?" asked Gordo.
"Well it's right around this corner", said Lizzie pointing to a seventeen- story brick building.
"Mind if I see?" asked Gordo.
"Sure", replied Lizzie, "why not?"
They walked around the corner to Lizzie's building. They then got into an elevator, to Lizzie's floor, and then to her apartment.
"We're here!" exclaimed Lizzie as she opened the door to a dark room. She quickly flipped on the light switch. It was your typical apartment, a living room with a small kitchen off the side with a dinning room table for two.
"Coffee?" Lizzie asked as she headed over to her coffee maker.
"Okay", replied Gordo as he sat down in a cushy light green lounge chair.
Lizzie turned on the coffee maker. "It'll be a couple of minuets", said Lizzie as she sat herself down on her couch.
"That's fine", said Gordo, "so, what happened before? You seemed sorta, I don't know, upset."
Lizzie froze, "Oh, yea, I, um got fired from my job", she replied feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Really?" said Gordo, "and what was your job, you never mentioned what you did."
"Oh", said Lizzie, "I.. I was a waitress, at a café."
"Oh", replied Gordo, "so, you want to talk about last night?"
Lizzie didn't know what to answer. Of course she wanted to know what he felt, but she thought talking about it would be too uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something the coffee was ready, "I'll get that", said Lizzie.
She poured coffee into two coffee cups, "Milk? Sugar?" she asked Gordo.
"You never answered my question", said Gordo turning his head back to face Lizzie, "and yes for both."
Lizzie came back to the seating area with two coffee cups with milk and sugar. She gently placed them down on the end table. She held up her coffee cup and took a sip, "what about last night?" she asked.
"The kiss", he said, "what did you mean when you said I love you?"
Lizzie inhaled a shaky breath. How could she answer that without expressing what she truly felt?
"I meant that I loved you," replied Lizzie.
"Really? You mean it?" asked Gordo.
Lizzie nodded. "I've loved you for a while now Gordo."
"I love you too", he said, "and always will."
Gordo sat down and the couch next to Lizzie. They leaned in and kissed each other passionately. He ran his hands, messing up her blonde hair and she just kissed back. He began to kiss her neck when Lizzie suddenly thought of something, "hey Gordo?"
"Yea?" Gordo in between kisses.
"What about Miranda?"