Sorry - The last sentence in the first chapter should have been
"She looked forward to seeing Gordo again."
I tried to edit my chapter, but FFN won't let me. Stupid Fanfiction!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything related to Lizzie Mcguire. Except for my new character Jennifer, who you will meet later on.
Chapter 2: Leaving
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Gordo shot out of his bed. He blinked sleep out of his, groggily. It was six in the morning.
Gordo stumbled out of bed. He unconsciously showered and brushed his teeth. Then, fully awake, he toasted some bread. He grabbed the keys to his BMW 745Li Sedan. If there was one thing he was proud of besides his new apartment, it was his car. He had went along and paid a ransacking $75,000 for it. He bought it with the 200 thousand dollars he earned for co- directing two of the biggest stars, in a new movie called Scam.
He drove to the university and took an early class. He was the only student in the college paid to direct. He worked most days of the week from 8 to 8. Because his classes were at this time, he was excused, agreeing to take his classes before and after the filming session, and on Saturdays. He usually took one class before 8 and one after. He took the rest of them on Saturday. Sunday was the only day he could rest. He spent most of the day sleeping.
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After the class, he headed to the filming site. It was only half an hour drive away. When he arrived, everyone was just unpacking. Actors were putting on makeup. Writers were perfecting the lines. The director, Peter Jackson, who had directed the LOTR trilogy, was looking for Gordo. Gordo parked and ran to Peter. "Hey," he said breathlessly.
"Good, you're here," Peter said. He slapped his hands together. "Let's get cracking, peoples!"
Gordo was once again in for a hard day.
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"Are you ready yet?"
It was Miranda. Again.
"Almost," Lizzie said exasperatedly. "If you stop calling me, I would be ready sooner. Geez."
"Okay, I was just making sure," Miranda told her. "We're picking you up in half an hour."
Lizzie agreed and hung up. She still wasn't sure if she would be happy to see Gordo again, or not. After all, she was still supposed to be angry at him. She used to be angry with him. Angry enough to want to hurt him. Hard. For ruining her life. But friends forgave each other.
Right?
Hopefully.
Lizzie grabbed her makeup and checked her suitcase. Makeup, CD Player, CDs, and a lot of clothes. And $500 in cash.
She zipped up her suitcase and lugged it to her living room. She was proud of this house. It was her own house, paid with the money she had been saving for 2 years. She no longer had to live with her parents.
She had barely turned on the television when the doorbell rang. It had to be Miranda. It was too early, but who else would it be?
She walked to the door and opened it.
"Oh, hi."
It was Michael, a cute co-worker. She barely even talked to him, though. What was he doing here?
"Hey," he said casually.
"What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked, frowning.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you," he said.
"Now's not the time," she told him. "I'm leaving to Australia in less then 20 minutes. Maybe we can talk afterward, though."
"Oh," he said, disappointed. "Well.bye." He turned around and left.
Lizzie closed the door and shook her head. She returned to the television. It depicted a man talking to a woman about something. She turned it off.
She wasn't in the mood to watch TV. She just wanted the think.
Lizzie found her thoughts straying back to Gordo.
Stop thinking about him, she ordered herself. You're mad at him.
Finally, the doorbell rang again. Lizzie opened the door. It was Miranda.
Lizzie gasped when she saw Miranda. She was wearing real jeans! And not a shirt she regularly wore. She wore a shirt that looked like something Matt would wear.
"What are you wearing?" Lizzie asked, looking quizzically at Miranda.
"A shirt and jeans," Miranda said matter-of-factly, as if she had been wearing that all her life.
"But you've never wore a shirt and jeans," Lizzie informed her.
"I know. But this is AUSTRALIA we're going to, not New York," Miranda said. "It's a wild country, the outback is."
"Whatever," Lizzie said, hefting her suitcase into the trunk. She walked into the car - an old minivan.
"Hey, mom, dad, what are you doing here?" Lizzie asked, surprised.
"Well, someone had to make sure Matt drove carefully and didn't crash like he usually does," Jo said.
"Funny," Matt said. "Ha, ha."
"We wanted to say goodbye to you kids," Jo conceded.
"Mom, we're not kids," Lizzie protested. "Miranda and Matt already married. You can't call us kids."
"Sorry. Well anyway, once you three take off on the plane, someone's got to drive the car home, right?" Sam said.
"Yeah. I guess," Lizzie said.
The drive to the airport was long and tedious. Lizzie spent an hour cramped in an air-conditionless car. Inside was musty and humid. When Lizzie tried to open the window, the noise overwhelmed everyone inside. So it was very hot.
"So, what's the plan?" Lizzie asked.
"What plan?"
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to take an airplane to Sydney. I looked it up on the Internet, and that's where - where Gordo's college is."
"Ah," Lizzie said. "Then?"
"Well, we'll be taking a cruise to New Zealand."
"Would that be us or you two?" Lizzie wanted to know. "Do I have to stay in Austalia?"
"Us," Miranda amended.
"Hotels?"
"We'll decide when we get there," Matt told her.
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The airport they were going to was a smaller one, but still large. It was a reasonably nice airport.
Matt dropped them off in front of the gate, then proceeded to park in the parking area. Meanwhile, Sam and Jo helped Lizzie and Miranda carry their suitcases to the boarding gate. Matt didn't carry a suitcase; he shared one with Miranda.
"Come on," Miranda said, hustling her suitcase to Gate 14 (I'm not going to describe all the weird passport stuff). "They're taking off in twenty minutes!"
"Where's Matt," Sam asked. "You're not going to leave him behind, are you?"
"Let's leave him behind," Lizzie suggested.
Miranda shot her a look. "Stop it," she said. "That's not very funny."
"Okay," Lizzie conceded.
Ten minutes later, Miranda was beginning to get worried. Matt still wasn't on the plane.
"I wonder what he could be doing?" Lizzie said, glancing left and right in search of her little brother.
"All passengers for Gate 14 Flight 564I4, from Hillridge to Sydney, please board now. Plane will be lifting off in approximately 4 minutes."
"Oh, no," Miranda said, clutching her fists, her face white.
"There he is!" Lizzie said, spotting him striding quickly, eyes searching for his seats.
"Whew." Miranda was relieved.
"Hey," said Matt. "Just in time."
"Just in time?" Miranda said incredulously. "Several more minutes, and me and Lizzie would be having a honeymoon!"
The plane began rumbling, and moved slowly. It sluggishly reached a white line, and stopped.
"Please turn off all electronic devices such as pagers, laptops, and CD Players," the captain said. "And make sure your seatbelt is on."
Now that Lizzie wasn't anxious about Matt, she observed the plane. It was part of America West, and it was really a large plane. There were six seats in the middle, and three seat on each side. Lizzie, Miranda, and Matt sat in the middle.
"You are on flight 564I4, from Hillridge to Sydney. Flight time - approximately 17 hours. Time at departure in Hillridge: 3:35 PM Thursday. Time at departure in Sydney: 7:35 AM Friday. Time at arrival in Hillridge: 7:35 AM Friday. Time at arrival in Sydney: 11:35 PM Saturday. Dinner will be served at 6:30 PM. Breakfast will be served at 6 AM. Your menus are in the pocket in front of you. Please fasten your trays to the seat in front of you. Buckle your seatbelts, and watch the flight attendants demonstrate emergency escape routes."
Lizzie watched tediously as some flight attendants showed people how to put on life jackets. Didn't everyone know how to do that?
Finally, the plane began to move. It began to go faster and faster. Then, as Lizzie's ears grew numb, the plane gently lifted into the air. The pilot was definitely very experienced, as this was the smoothest plane liftoff she had ever been on.
"Wow!" Matt exclaimed loudly. "This is the first Lizzie hasn't thrown up on a plane in less than 5 minutes!"
"Matt," Lizzie warned, "If you say something like that again, I will personally rip your."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, shocked. Then she turned to Matt. "Don't try that again, young man!"
"Okay," Matt said meekly.
"It's okay," the woman next to Lizzie said. "I used to get airsick all the time. I still get airsick now, except I take pills."
"Really," Lizzie said, hoping to sound interested.
"Hi," she said. "My name is Jennifer Ranman."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Elizabeth McGuire, but call me Lizzie. Everyone else does."
"Lizzie, huh?" Jennifer said. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," Lizzie said. "And you?"
"Good." The woman had long, brown hair with blond streaks in it. She was thin, but not skinny.
There was an awkward silence.
"So why are you going to Sydney," Jennifer asked, finally talking.
"Well, I'm accompanying them."
"What are they doing here?"
"Well, they're here on a."
"Business trip," Miranda interrupted, passing Lizzie the smallest wink. "We're here on a business trip."
"Why would she come along, then?" Miranda thought fast. "She's always wanted to see Sydney. So, it's the perfect opportunity for her."
"Makes sense," Jennifer said, nodding. "I'm visiting my family."
There was a period of stillness where no one said anything.
"Man, 17 hours," Matt complained. "When did Sydney get so far away?"
"It's always been this far away," Miranda said, chuckling. She took his hand in hers.
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It was 8 hours later. Everyone was sleeping. Everyone except for Lizzie, who was never able to sleep on planes.
Lizzie glanced around. It was dark. The only lights were the guiding lights in the aisles.
"Hey, what are you doing up so late?"
Lizzie jumped, then relaxed when she found out that it was only Miranda.
"Don't you remember that I can't sleep on planes?" she said.
"I thought you would get over it by now," she said.
"I guess I'm not," Lizzie agreed.
"Nine more hours left," Miranda whispered.
"Still nine?" Lizzie moaned quietly.
"We're more than halfway there, at least," Miranda said hopefully.
"Lizzie?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you looking forward to seeing Gordo again?"
Lizzie didn't say anything for a while.
"Well?"
Lizzie considered her question. How did she feel?
"I don't know," came Lizzie's reply.
"You used to love him."
"I don't know," Lizzie repeated.
"Think about it," Miranda said.
Lizzie contemplated about it. She thought of him, of his personality.
Half an hour later, Miranda smiled when she saw that Lizzie had fallen asleep.
"Well," she said to herself, "if the thought of Gordo can make Lizzie fall asleep when nothing else can, she's still in love."
"She looked forward to seeing Gordo again."
I tried to edit my chapter, but FFN won't let me. Stupid Fanfiction!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything related to Lizzie Mcguire. Except for my new character Jennifer, who you will meet later on.
Chapter 2: Leaving
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Gordo shot out of his bed. He blinked sleep out of his, groggily. It was six in the morning.
Gordo stumbled out of bed. He unconsciously showered and brushed his teeth. Then, fully awake, he toasted some bread. He grabbed the keys to his BMW 745Li Sedan. If there was one thing he was proud of besides his new apartment, it was his car. He had went along and paid a ransacking $75,000 for it. He bought it with the 200 thousand dollars he earned for co- directing two of the biggest stars, in a new movie called Scam.
He drove to the university and took an early class. He was the only student in the college paid to direct. He worked most days of the week from 8 to 8. Because his classes were at this time, he was excused, agreeing to take his classes before and after the filming session, and on Saturdays. He usually took one class before 8 and one after. He took the rest of them on Saturday. Sunday was the only day he could rest. He spent most of the day sleeping.
------------------------------------------
After the class, he headed to the filming site. It was only half an hour drive away. When he arrived, everyone was just unpacking. Actors were putting on makeup. Writers were perfecting the lines. The director, Peter Jackson, who had directed the LOTR trilogy, was looking for Gordo. Gordo parked and ran to Peter. "Hey," he said breathlessly.
"Good, you're here," Peter said. He slapped his hands together. "Let's get cracking, peoples!"
Gordo was once again in for a hard day.
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"Are you ready yet?"
It was Miranda. Again.
"Almost," Lizzie said exasperatedly. "If you stop calling me, I would be ready sooner. Geez."
"Okay, I was just making sure," Miranda told her. "We're picking you up in half an hour."
Lizzie agreed and hung up. She still wasn't sure if she would be happy to see Gordo again, or not. After all, she was still supposed to be angry at him. She used to be angry with him. Angry enough to want to hurt him. Hard. For ruining her life. But friends forgave each other.
Right?
Hopefully.
Lizzie grabbed her makeup and checked her suitcase. Makeup, CD Player, CDs, and a lot of clothes. And $500 in cash.
She zipped up her suitcase and lugged it to her living room. She was proud of this house. It was her own house, paid with the money she had been saving for 2 years. She no longer had to live with her parents.
She had barely turned on the television when the doorbell rang. It had to be Miranda. It was too early, but who else would it be?
She walked to the door and opened it.
"Oh, hi."
It was Michael, a cute co-worker. She barely even talked to him, though. What was he doing here?
"Hey," he said casually.
"What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked, frowning.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you," he said.
"Now's not the time," she told him. "I'm leaving to Australia in less then 20 minutes. Maybe we can talk afterward, though."
"Oh," he said, disappointed. "Well.bye." He turned around and left.
Lizzie closed the door and shook her head. She returned to the television. It depicted a man talking to a woman about something. She turned it off.
She wasn't in the mood to watch TV. She just wanted the think.
Lizzie found her thoughts straying back to Gordo.
Stop thinking about him, she ordered herself. You're mad at him.
Finally, the doorbell rang again. Lizzie opened the door. It was Miranda.
Lizzie gasped when she saw Miranda. She was wearing real jeans! And not a shirt she regularly wore. She wore a shirt that looked like something Matt would wear.
"What are you wearing?" Lizzie asked, looking quizzically at Miranda.
"A shirt and jeans," Miranda said matter-of-factly, as if she had been wearing that all her life.
"But you've never wore a shirt and jeans," Lizzie informed her.
"I know. But this is AUSTRALIA we're going to, not New York," Miranda said. "It's a wild country, the outback is."
"Whatever," Lizzie said, hefting her suitcase into the trunk. She walked into the car - an old minivan.
"Hey, mom, dad, what are you doing here?" Lizzie asked, surprised.
"Well, someone had to make sure Matt drove carefully and didn't crash like he usually does," Jo said.
"Funny," Matt said. "Ha, ha."
"We wanted to say goodbye to you kids," Jo conceded.
"Mom, we're not kids," Lizzie protested. "Miranda and Matt already married. You can't call us kids."
"Sorry. Well anyway, once you three take off on the plane, someone's got to drive the car home, right?" Sam said.
"Yeah. I guess," Lizzie said.
The drive to the airport was long and tedious. Lizzie spent an hour cramped in an air-conditionless car. Inside was musty and humid. When Lizzie tried to open the window, the noise overwhelmed everyone inside. So it was very hot.
"So, what's the plan?" Lizzie asked.
"What plan?"
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to take an airplane to Sydney. I looked it up on the Internet, and that's where - where Gordo's college is."
"Ah," Lizzie said. "Then?"
"Well, we'll be taking a cruise to New Zealand."
"Would that be us or you two?" Lizzie wanted to know. "Do I have to stay in Austalia?"
"Us," Miranda amended.
"Hotels?"
"We'll decide when we get there," Matt told her.
----------------------------------------------------------
The airport they were going to was a smaller one, but still large. It was a reasonably nice airport.
Matt dropped them off in front of the gate, then proceeded to park in the parking area. Meanwhile, Sam and Jo helped Lizzie and Miranda carry their suitcases to the boarding gate. Matt didn't carry a suitcase; he shared one with Miranda.
"Come on," Miranda said, hustling her suitcase to Gate 14 (I'm not going to describe all the weird passport stuff). "They're taking off in twenty minutes!"
"Where's Matt," Sam asked. "You're not going to leave him behind, are you?"
"Let's leave him behind," Lizzie suggested.
Miranda shot her a look. "Stop it," she said. "That's not very funny."
"Okay," Lizzie conceded.
Ten minutes later, Miranda was beginning to get worried. Matt still wasn't on the plane.
"I wonder what he could be doing?" Lizzie said, glancing left and right in search of her little brother.
"All passengers for Gate 14 Flight 564I4, from Hillridge to Sydney, please board now. Plane will be lifting off in approximately 4 minutes."
"Oh, no," Miranda said, clutching her fists, her face white.
"There he is!" Lizzie said, spotting him striding quickly, eyes searching for his seats.
"Whew." Miranda was relieved.
"Hey," said Matt. "Just in time."
"Just in time?" Miranda said incredulously. "Several more minutes, and me and Lizzie would be having a honeymoon!"
The plane began rumbling, and moved slowly. It sluggishly reached a white line, and stopped.
"Please turn off all electronic devices such as pagers, laptops, and CD Players," the captain said. "And make sure your seatbelt is on."
Now that Lizzie wasn't anxious about Matt, she observed the plane. It was part of America West, and it was really a large plane. There were six seats in the middle, and three seat on each side. Lizzie, Miranda, and Matt sat in the middle.
"You are on flight 564I4, from Hillridge to Sydney. Flight time - approximately 17 hours. Time at departure in Hillridge: 3:35 PM Thursday. Time at departure in Sydney: 7:35 AM Friday. Time at arrival in Hillridge: 7:35 AM Friday. Time at arrival in Sydney: 11:35 PM Saturday. Dinner will be served at 6:30 PM. Breakfast will be served at 6 AM. Your menus are in the pocket in front of you. Please fasten your trays to the seat in front of you. Buckle your seatbelts, and watch the flight attendants demonstrate emergency escape routes."
Lizzie watched tediously as some flight attendants showed people how to put on life jackets. Didn't everyone know how to do that?
Finally, the plane began to move. It began to go faster and faster. Then, as Lizzie's ears grew numb, the plane gently lifted into the air. The pilot was definitely very experienced, as this was the smoothest plane liftoff she had ever been on.
"Wow!" Matt exclaimed loudly. "This is the first Lizzie hasn't thrown up on a plane in less than 5 minutes!"
"Matt," Lizzie warned, "If you say something like that again, I will personally rip your."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, shocked. Then she turned to Matt. "Don't try that again, young man!"
"Okay," Matt said meekly.
"It's okay," the woman next to Lizzie said. "I used to get airsick all the time. I still get airsick now, except I take pills."
"Really," Lizzie said, hoping to sound interested.
"Hi," she said. "My name is Jennifer Ranman."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Elizabeth McGuire, but call me Lizzie. Everyone else does."
"Lizzie, huh?" Jennifer said. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," Lizzie said. "And you?"
"Good." The woman had long, brown hair with blond streaks in it. She was thin, but not skinny.
There was an awkward silence.
"So why are you going to Sydney," Jennifer asked, finally talking.
"Well, I'm accompanying them."
"What are they doing here?"
"Well, they're here on a."
"Business trip," Miranda interrupted, passing Lizzie the smallest wink. "We're here on a business trip."
"Why would she come along, then?" Miranda thought fast. "She's always wanted to see Sydney. So, it's the perfect opportunity for her."
"Makes sense," Jennifer said, nodding. "I'm visiting my family."
There was a period of stillness where no one said anything.
"Man, 17 hours," Matt complained. "When did Sydney get so far away?"
"It's always been this far away," Miranda said, chuckling. She took his hand in hers.
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It was 8 hours later. Everyone was sleeping. Everyone except for Lizzie, who was never able to sleep on planes.
Lizzie glanced around. It was dark. The only lights were the guiding lights in the aisles.
"Hey, what are you doing up so late?"
Lizzie jumped, then relaxed when she found out that it was only Miranda.
"Don't you remember that I can't sleep on planes?" she said.
"I thought you would get over it by now," she said.
"I guess I'm not," Lizzie agreed.
"Nine more hours left," Miranda whispered.
"Still nine?" Lizzie moaned quietly.
"We're more than halfway there, at least," Miranda said hopefully.
"Lizzie?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you looking forward to seeing Gordo again?"
Lizzie didn't say anything for a while.
"Well?"
Lizzie considered her question. How did she feel?
"I don't know," came Lizzie's reply.
"You used to love him."
"I don't know," Lizzie repeated.
"Think about it," Miranda said.
Lizzie contemplated about it. She thought of him, of his personality.
Half an hour later, Miranda smiled when she saw that Lizzie had fallen asleep.
"Well," she said to herself, "if the thought of Gordo can make Lizzie fall asleep when nothing else can, she's still in love."