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A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I really don't have too much to say at this moment. I think this chapter is going to be kinda short. Sorry. Anyways, thoughts in single quotes.
Chapter 8: Surprise!
"If Gordo can surprise me, why can't I surprise him?' Lizzie decided.
She slowly started walking towards closer, making the space between them almost obsolete.
'Breathe, Lizzie, breathe. You can do this. Just breathe.' Lizzie tried reassuring herself.
There was hardly any space between them now and Gordo had stopped breathing. Lizzie closed her eyes and gently kissed Gordo for the first time. Here, was Lizzie living her recent dream, only it was no comparison to her dream. She was kissing her best friend, her boyfriend. Gordo and Lizzie pulled away and Gordo decided to say something.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said beaming.
"Good. I was hoping you would." Lizzie replied.
'Lizzie McGuire is my girlfriend. Wow.' Gordo thought.
"Well, Gordo, can you kinda go downstairs while I change into my dress. I don't really think going in my sweats would be good."
"I think it'd be great."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really. You look beautiful to me; in whatever you wear."
"Thanks. But I really do need to get into my dress." Lizzie blushed.
"Fine. Whatever you say. I'll be waiting downstairs." Gordo turned and left. He walked down the stairs and Mr. McGuire was surprised to see him.
"Gordo, how long have you been here?"
"Not too long." Gordo lied. He didn't really want Mr. McGuire knowing that he had been in Lizzie's room without Lizzie in it.
"Oh, okay." Mr. McGuire went back to the television.
A few minutes later, Lizzie appeared at the top of the stairs in her baby pink spaghetti strap dress.
"Wow." Gordo said in amazement. 'I never thought she could look any more beautiful. I didn't think it was possible.' He thought.
Lizzie began to descend down her staircase making sure to stay up in her heels. "OK, I know these are a bit higher than your regular shoes, but stop trying too hard.' She thought.
"Lizzie, you look beautiful." Mr. McGuire said, now entering the room. "Hold on you two, I'm going to go get the camera."
Mr. McGuire quickly returned with the camera in hand. Lizzie and Gordo positioned themselves as close as they could get and Gordo wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Alright, I'm ready." Mr. McGuire brought the eyepiece to his eye. "Smile."
Both of them smiled. 'Maybe I could kiss Lizzie on the cheek, like she did earlier? No, Mr. McGuire wouldn't like that. Lizzie probably has a camera for the dance, maybe then.' Gordo thought during a few shots. 'I'm just happy standing here, with my arm on her back.'
Mr. McGuire finally stopped snapping pictures and it was time to leave for the dance.
The group piled into the McGuire car and drove off to the last dance of their junior high careers.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I really don't have too much to say at this moment. I think this chapter is going to be kinda short. Sorry. Anyways, thoughts in single quotes.
Chapter 8: Surprise!
"If Gordo can surprise me, why can't I surprise him?' Lizzie decided.
She slowly started walking towards closer, making the space between them almost obsolete.
'Breathe, Lizzie, breathe. You can do this. Just breathe.' Lizzie tried reassuring herself.
There was hardly any space between them now and Gordo had stopped breathing. Lizzie closed her eyes and gently kissed Gordo for the first time. Here, was Lizzie living her recent dream, only it was no comparison to her dream. She was kissing her best friend, her boyfriend. Gordo and Lizzie pulled away and Gordo decided to say something.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said beaming.
"Good. I was hoping you would." Lizzie replied.
'Lizzie McGuire is my girlfriend. Wow.' Gordo thought.
"Well, Gordo, can you kinda go downstairs while I change into my dress. I don't really think going in my sweats would be good."
"I think it'd be great."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really. You look beautiful to me; in whatever you wear."
"Thanks. But I really do need to get into my dress." Lizzie blushed.
"Fine. Whatever you say. I'll be waiting downstairs." Gordo turned and left. He walked down the stairs and Mr. McGuire was surprised to see him.
"Gordo, how long have you been here?"
"Not too long." Gordo lied. He didn't really want Mr. McGuire knowing that he had been in Lizzie's room without Lizzie in it.
"Oh, okay." Mr. McGuire went back to the television.
A few minutes later, Lizzie appeared at the top of the stairs in her baby pink spaghetti strap dress.
"Wow." Gordo said in amazement. 'I never thought she could look any more beautiful. I didn't think it was possible.' He thought.
Lizzie began to descend down her staircase making sure to stay up in her heels. "OK, I know these are a bit higher than your regular shoes, but stop trying too hard.' She thought.
"Lizzie, you look beautiful." Mr. McGuire said, now entering the room. "Hold on you two, I'm going to go get the camera."
Mr. McGuire quickly returned with the camera in hand. Lizzie and Gordo positioned themselves as close as they could get and Gordo wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Alright, I'm ready." Mr. McGuire brought the eyepiece to his eye. "Smile."
Both of them smiled. 'Maybe I could kiss Lizzie on the cheek, like she did earlier? No, Mr. McGuire wouldn't like that. Lizzie probably has a camera for the dance, maybe then.' Gordo thought during a few shots. 'I'm just happy standing here, with my arm on her back.'
Mr. McGuire finally stopped snapping pictures and it was time to leave for the dance.
The group piled into the McGuire car and drove off to the last dance of their junior high careers.