Hey, this is my first LM fanfic and it will so be L/G so stay tuned, yo ;) Enjoy and R/R! Thanks!
It was the first day of high school and Lizzie felt more inferior than ever. Lizzie in a new school. There was no security or warmness. There was no place to turn to. Sure it was scary. But beneath all the intimidation, Lizzie was excited. She smiled as she walked out the door to the bus stop. Her family was so supportive of her and kept reassuring Lizzie that highschool would be perfect. Well, maybe not her entire family. Lizzie grinned to herself. Her little brother Matt was going into middle school now and tried to make her feel bad about high school the entire morning. Of course, she told him of the horrors of middle school. By the time she had left (as her bus came before his), Matt seemed pretty terrified of his three years of torture set before him.
Lizzie sighed and tapped her foot. Aside from Brandon Thompson, she was the only person she recognized that was waiting for her bus. She wanted to force small talk but had never really spoken to Brandon throughout their middle school career. She shifted her weight nervously and smiled with effort. The few upperclassman that were standing around paid no attention to her. Before she felt completely out of place, the bus rolled to a stop in front of them. She sighed with relief and stepped onto the familiar bus steps.. but this time she knew things would be different. Thankfully, she saw Gordo sitting in the middle with an empty seat next to him. Lizzie sighed, thankful to spot a face she was so anxious to see.
Gordo looked up and saw her enter the bus. She looked so beautiful yet nervous. He smiled and motioned for her to sit down. She smiled back and plopped down into the seat next to him.
"I can't believe we're in high school now, Gordo!" Lizzie cried, noticing she sounded more enthusiastic than ever. Gordo rolled his eyes and grinned.
"You've only said it like a thousand times since the end of eighth grade."
"I know but it's just such a defining moment in our lives." Gordo raised an eyebrow to Lizzie.
"You probably don't mean academically, right?" Lizzie laughed, and smiled at him, feeling less self-conscious about herself with every passing moment.
"Since when am I talking about that? That's your department," she added. Lizzie nudged his shoulder slightly and he looked out of the window of the bus. He should have felt more confident, especially since he had already tried high school before. But that was just it: he had failed at high school before, though he hated to admit it. And he couldn't get out of his mind the way he felt for Lizzie. And sometimes she just had no idea...
"..Gordo! I asked you a question!" Lizzie cried, hitting him slightly on the arm. She smiled at him, "Were you even listening?" Gordo studdered slightly.
"Uh.. uh.. what was the question?"
"I wondered if you thought I looked okay in this outfit? Is it too flashy? Does it make me look older or--"
"You look great, Lizzie." She stopped mid-sentence to absorb what he said. You look great, Lizzie. She knew that he'd said that before. But this time it sounded different. It felt wonderful to her.
"Thanks, Gordo. And you look quite handsome yourself." She nudged him again, taking an opportunity to scoot closer to him discreetly. He winced from his nervousness but was generally pleased with her "friendliness."
High school is going to be perfect. Gordo told himself.
The two got off the bus together and immediately started searching for Miranda though Gordo was hoping for some more time alone with Lizzie. Miranda saw them first and rushed over.
"High school!!" she cried as she ran over, beaming. Her trip from Mexico left her tanner than ever. She appeared much older too. They all did. Lizzie hugged her friend as Gordo took a step back. Miranda and Lizzie parted for a few moments to scope out each others outfits they had had planned for at least a week.
"You look amazing, Lizzie! I love the entire outfit!" Lizzie looked down and studied herself. She did feel good about herself. She was wearing a striped skirt to her knees is bright pinks and greens and a sparkling pink boat-neck shirt with rhinestones along the collar and the bottom. Her hair was much longer as she had grown it out over the summer. She looked to Miranda.
"You are looking stylish yourself," Lizzie said. Miranda nodded, half smiling. She was in a normal Miranda sort of ensemble: a black shirt with dangling safety pins, black and red striped armwarmers and red plaid pants. And of course, her black hair was in a wacky yet sophisticated style that included.. just about everything. Gordo rolled his eyes.
"After you guys finish oogling over yourselves, we should try and find our homerooms." The two laughed and Gordo sighed, smiling to himself. Leave it to Lizzie and Miranda to ignore everything but the latest fashions the two were sporting.
Lizzie met Gordo in the halls after homeroom as his class was luckily placed next to hers. She hurriedly walked over to him and snatched his schedule.
"I gotta check if we're in any classes together, now." She flashed a smile at him and compared their schedules.
David Gordon
1. English 1 Honors
2. Biology 1 Honors
3. TV Productions
4. Guitar 1
5. Geometry 1 Honors
6. World Geography Honors
Elizabeth McGuire
1. English 1 Honors
2. Art 2D/3D
3. Algebra 1
4. Earth/Space Science
5. Personal Fitness
6. World Geography Honors
Her smile grew. She was so glad she had two classes with Gordo. Especially in the morning and the end of the day. The two classes that mattered the most. But why was she getting so excited about it.
Oh, lighten up McGuire, he's just your best friend. That's why. She could tell however, that it meant something more than that; just like the conversation on the bus.
"Guitar? I didn't know you were interested in guitar.." Lizzie said softly. Somehow it made her think of Ronny. Gordo shrugged his shoulders.
"I thought I'd look into it. Always wanted to start playing.. you know? Gotta love music." Lizzie laughed.
"Because -- you know -- you have such wonderful taste." Gordo questioned her for a moment and realized how not serious she was. He smiled, thankful that Lizzie understood him. Or at least acted like she did.
"Care to escort me to first period?" Lizzie asked holding out her arm to Gordo. He wrapped his around it and grinned.
"Can't wait." And he really couldn't.