A/N: Hey, everyone! I hope things have been going good for all of you. I wanna thank all of you for your nice reviews. I appreciate them. If anyone has suggestions for this story, don't hesitate to tell me. I'm gonna need some new ideas pretty soon anyway.

Wow. I can't believe that this is the 13th chapter already. When I first started writing this, I never envisioned that it would last this long. I guess I just amazed myself.

Lol. Here's Chapter 13. Hope ya'll enjoy!

GORDO'S POV

I looked at my watch, silently demanding it to make time go by faster. Only 38 more minutes, and I would get to see my Lizzie. Her mom had forced her and Matt to spend a day together with her and Sam. Wow. If MY family ever had to spend a day together, all hell would break loose. And I'm not exaggerating. Well, okay, so I am, but that has nothing to do anything. The only thing on my mind at the moment was Lizzie, and the relationship that the two of us shared.

It was really weird when I actually thought about it. I mean, just the concept of the two of us being together. It was crazy. Don't get me wrong. I love Lizzie more than any other person in my life, (Honestly. It sounds wacked out, but seriously. If it weren't for her, I'd lose the threads of any sanity that I have left.) but it's just that it all seems too good to be true, you know? I mean, I have always liked her, but, GOD. I just have this awful feeling that this is her idea of a joke… that she doesn't really like me. I know, I know. It's crazy. I've brought the issue of my insecurity up to Miranda when I was visiting her in the hospital, and she just kind of smiled sympathetically and said:

"David Zephyr Gordon. I don't know how you get these crazy thoughts in your head. Lizzie's loved you since the beginning of time. I mean, don't you notice the look in her eyes when she's around you? The girl is in LOVE with you, Gordo. And you're the only one who can't see it."

In love with me, huh? I highly doubted that. Sure, she may LIKE me, but there's no way in hell that she could LOVE me. Although if she did, that would be very, very cool. I looked at my watch. 16 minutes had passed. 22 more minutes. I groaned, kicking my desk chair over. There was no way I could last without seeing her for 22 more minutes.

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30 Minutes Later

I jumped up the second I heard the phone rang, and I dashed down the stairs, and picked it up before either of my parents could answer it.

"Hello?", I asked, breathlessly.

There was a soft laugh on the other side of the line. "Are you alright, Gordo?"

It was my Lizzie. My heart soared, and an ear-to-ear grin stretched its way across my face. "Yeah, I'm fine.", I replied, "But I'm even better now that I've gotten to hear your voice."

"I'm not THAT great, Gordo.", she replied, her voice sounding light and cheerful.

"Yes, you are.", before she could argue with me, I broke in with a question, "How was your day out with the family?"

She moaned. "You just HAD to bring THAT up, didn't you?"

I grimaced. "It was that bad, huh, hun?"

"Yeah, it was."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to make up for your family's patheticness?" I asked, hoping that she'd ask me to come over, or to hang out, or something.

"Um, actually, there is."

"And what would that be?"

"Meet me at the park, to find out, babe. Be there in 10 minutes.", she replied mischievously.

"Uh… Alright?"

"Good. Don't be late, for my sake. Later."

I sat there, listening to her hang up her phone, and then to the dial tone.

"I love you, Lizzie McGuire.", I said into the phone, speaking to the dial tone. I opened my mouth to say more, but then I realized how ridiculous I must have looked. I sighed, and hung up the phone.

"MOM! DAD! I'M GOING OUT! I'LL BE BACK BY MIDNIGHT!", I shouted, before grabbing my coat and wallet and walking out the door. I didn't care if I got in trouble for just walking out the door. I just wanted to know what the hell my girlfriend was up to.