(You caught me! I own Lizzie McGuire. I live in Beverly Hills, make two
skillion dollars a year and have 80 cars. Actually, maybe I shouldn't have
said that. My sarcasm could probably land me in jail. I don't own the
show.)
The next day at school, Gordo sat down next to Lizzie in science class. "Hi, Lizzie."
"Hi." She never even looked up.
"Look, I'm really sorry about last night."
*Go on, I'm listening. (animated Lizzie impatiently taps her toes.)*
He took a deep breath and went on, "I should have been more sensitive when I spoke to you, and look at the way you must be feeling."
"So, you'll quit the play?" she looked up slowly.
"No."
*Insensitive jerk! (animated Lizzie takes a hammer and shatters a glass word that says "Gordo.")*
"Why not?!"
"Because, I am going to prove to you that there is nothing bad going on here. You're just gonna have to see for yourself that it's all fake. Lizzie, please don't stay angry with me. You're more important than this play and that's why I can't quit it."
*There's this new thing, it's called 'making sense' (animated Lizzie points to charts with a pointer while wearing glasses and a white lab coat.)*
"Hey, guys." Miranda said.
"Grrrrrrr!" Lizzie grabbed her books and sat across the room.
The next day at school, Gordo sat down next to Lizzie in science class. "Hi, Lizzie."
"Hi." She never even looked up.
"Look, I'm really sorry about last night."
*Go on, I'm listening. (animated Lizzie impatiently taps her toes.)*
He took a deep breath and went on, "I should have been more sensitive when I spoke to you, and look at the way you must be feeling."
"So, you'll quit the play?" she looked up slowly.
"No."
*Insensitive jerk! (animated Lizzie takes a hammer and shatters a glass word that says "Gordo.")*
"Why not?!"
"Because, I am going to prove to you that there is nothing bad going on here. You're just gonna have to see for yourself that it's all fake. Lizzie, please don't stay angry with me. You're more important than this play and that's why I can't quit it."
*There's this new thing, it's called 'making sense' (animated Lizzie points to charts with a pointer while wearing glasses and a white lab coat.)*
"Hey, guys." Miranda said.
"Grrrrrrr!" Lizzie grabbed her books and sat across the room.
