Author's Note:I own jack crap,well actually not really. Jonathan Darvey is MINE all MINE!HEHEHE! Don't sue me because I own nothin', and you won't get a cent because I have no money! Thanks again to the people who reviewed! NOTE- This WILL be L/G.

Disclaimer- I don't own First Knight, Red Shoes, Moulin Rouge, My Fair Lady, Roman Holiday, Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Breakfast Club, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Persuasion, Toyota's 4Runner, or the Blockbuster chain store. (runs out of breath)




What Almost Was

Chapter 4: Oh, Ms. Hepburn



"Miranda will you please just pick out a movie. We've been here an hour and a half and you still haven't remotely seen anything that looks appealing?" Gordo rolled his eyes at the brunette who was picking up every movie and reading the back. She glared at him as she continued to read the back of a film called 'The Red Shoes'.


"Oh this sounds cute! It says it's about a ballerina who's torn between two lovers, sounds enjoyable," she dreamily sighed at the idea of two men fighting over a women. She wished she could be that lucky.


"Well, she marries the guy that she shouldn't have ended up with,and loses her career. Then she gets a shot at having it all back, but she chooses love over ballet and dies in the end. Enjoyable isn't exactly the word I was thinking of, more along the lines of depressing," Gordo turned over a copy of Moulin Rouge while never once looking up during his explanation of the film.


"Oh, never mind. I don't want to watch any sad flicks tonight," she once again turned back the vast selection of films that lay before her.


"Dammit Gordo, now we'll never get out of here," Lizzie leaned against a movie self holding her three pre-selected films, waiting for her indecisive friend to choose a movie. "Really Randy, this isn't brain surgery. Can you just choose a movie before the night is up? I thought you were going to rent the new Ewan McGregor flick?"


"I was until Michelle Gray from my Biology class told me that in the end he dies in the end of Lung Cancer. I can't stand any movie that involves the death of my future husband. Hey what's this?" Miranda stopped and picked up a copy of First Knight and turned it over.


"Oh, that one's no good. In the end Sean Connerey..." Gordo stopped when Lizzie elbowed him in the ribs.


"A fine choice, Randy. Let's go," Lizzie snatched the movie from Miranda and headed towards the line at the checkout counter. "Now let's see what y'all rented. Randy got First Knight,and Persuasion. Gordo got The Breakfast Club,and Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Nice choices. And I got movies that we all will enjoy."


"And pray tell, what films would these be?" Gordo tried to grab the tapes from her but it was to no avail. She had a dead tight grip on them. After a minute or two Gordo finally was able to remove the films from her clamped hands.


"Oh no. Not again," Gordo groaned as he passed them on to Miranda. She too made a disgusted face.


"Lizzie, why? You've been renting these for the past two years. Why don't you just buy them for Christ's sake, it would be a hell of a lot cheaper than renting them every weekend." she shoved the tapes in Lizzie's hands as they proceeded to the counter.


"Buy them? Do you really think we're ready for that kind of commitment? Dare I brave so bold a move? I mean I'm still getting to know them." Lizzie feigned shock at Miranda's suggestion.


"You know come to think of it, maybe you're not. Maybe you should wait till they say I love you before allowing them into your house," Miranda patted her on the shoulder.


"Oh,they've been in the house before,"she laughed, "but I prefer to have a 5 day stand than a full time commitment."


"And this is where the conversation ends," Gordo approached the counter and handed the tapes to the young man.


"Oh you're no fun Gordo," Lizzie laughed as she handed her Blockbuster card to the employee.


"Ok, let's see. Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Breakfast Club, Persuasion, First Knight..."the employee named Derek stopped listing when he came across the other three tapes that Lizzie had chosen, "and of course Breakfast at Tiffany's, My Fair Lady, and Roman Holiday are all due back Wednesday. Really, you should try something that doesn't have Audrey Hepburn in it."


"Derek, how could you? I thought you supported me in my Hepburn addiction. Besides if I didn't rent these films who would? Nobody, they'd just sit there all pretty on the shelves saying 'pick me,pick me.' Then some fifty year old divorced guy named Bruce would be strolling along at that very moment. When low and behold he spots these films. Then you know what would happen?," Lizzie accusingly pointed a finger at Derek. All the while Gordo and Miranda were trying not to die of either embarrassment or the fact they were laughing so hard.


"No, what would happen," Derek was now intrigued.


"He'd take them home, watch them, and have strange, nasty, perverted fantasies about Audrey. How could you let that happen? And to think all this could have been prevented if you had just lent them to me. Now, I think you owe Ms. Hepburn an apology," Lizzie defended her idol, Ms. Hepburn.


"I..I..I'm sorry Ms. Hepburn. I never meant to harm you or destroy you for life." Derek quickly placed the films in the bag and handed it to Lizzie, "Have a nice evening."


"Thanks, we appreciate it," in saying 'we' she gestured to the bag.


Once they were outside the doors, and in Lizzie's 4Runner Gordo and Miranda busted out into fits of uncontrollable giggles.


"Oh..my...God Lizzie, that was....was sooo great," Miranda whipped away the tears streaming down her cheeks.


"Yeah Lizzie, I've never seen somebody so freak out in my entire life. Nicely done," he flashed a genuine smile at her, which was gladly accepted. "So where to now?"


"Well, it's almost 9:30 now so I suggest that we get home and get a head start on these movies. How bout' you guys?" Lizzie started the engine and backed out of the parking space.


"Sounds good to me," Miranda fastened her seat belt.


"Me too." Gordo replied not really thinking about anything in particular. Well, that wasn't exactly true. All he could think about was how John could do this to Lizzie. Sweet, innocent, Lizzie McGuire. The girl voted 'Best Personality' in the school yearbook for four consecutive years. 'John is totally fucked up in the head. He has Lizzie, and she's not enough! Either he's just stupid or he's grown so accustomed to Lizzie that he feels he can't end it.' Gordo pondered the many possibilities as he gazed out the passenger's window.


"You ok Gordo? You looked like you were a million miles away. What's up?" Lizzie kept glancing from him to the road with a worried expression.


"Yeah I was just thinking about...Emily," he quickly stated the first name that came into his head. Ironically enough it fit the moment perfectly.


"Oh,poor Gordo," Miranda sighed "Do you miss her much?"


"No. I just realized the bitch has my P.O.D. Cd," he laughed. Soon his best friends joined in as well.


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Sorry they're so short. More soon! I promise, but school just started :( !So I'll try and get some more up this weekend. Whatcha think of it?