A/N: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, or any of the show's characters. I haven't gotten many reviews for the 3rd chapter, but I don't care, because I think this is one of the better works I've written, so I'm going to continue with or without reviews. Anyway, here's Chapter 4.
Lizzie's P.O.V.
'Whoa', I thought, 'That was just plain weird.' What was weird you ask? The fact that Gordo, my lifelong best friend, had just totally snapped on me. Never in my life had that happened before. I mean, sure, I was used to Miranda snapping on me, but not Gordo!
I sighed, fighting the urge to cry. It had been my fault. I shouldn't have pushed him. I should have just waited for him to talk when he wanted to talk. But no, not me, I can never leave people alone. My stupidity shocked me at times. I didn't really want to talk to Miranda about this, but who was I going to talk to? Matt?
Surprisingly, I DID end up talking to Matt. I walked across the living room to grab the cordless phone that my dad had purchased about 7 months ago. It was pretty cool. It was a shiny silver and had a ton of different buttons on it. I always got nervous before using it. I mean, what if I pushed the wrong button, and the phone exploded or something? When I had reached my destination, I reached to pick the phone up off the reciever, but a hand smaller than mine blocked my way.
"Matt! Get out of my way! I want to call Miranda!" I normally didn't yell at my younger brother unless I had a reason to, but I had no patience left in me. Maybe Gordo had talked to Miranda. Maybe she would tell me what exactly I had done to get Gordo so pissed.
Matt shook his head. "Lizzie? Can I talk to you?"
I looked at him like he'd just grown horns. I had never seen my brother look more vulnerable.
"Uh, sure." I was a bit uncertain.
"Why are girls such jerks sometimes?"
"GIRLS are jerks? Guys are the jerks!"
Matt looked like he could cry. "Lizzie, you don't understand! Melanie broke up with me!" He punched the table, hurting his hand more than he could ever hurt the table.
I gave him a look of disbelief. "The two of you haven't even been going out for a day!"
"I know."
I touseled his hair. "Don't worry about it, buddy. You're too good for her!"
"What's wrong, Lizzie?"
"What do you mean?" My little brother, who up until today had never taken my feelings into consideration, wasn't able to notice I was upset, did he?
"Ever since Gordo left, you've been down in the dumps." He gave me a look that clearly said he wasn't as stupid as I had thought.
"You really want to know?", He nodded. I sighed. "Alright, then, but beware. You're in for a long story."