A/N: I am back from vacation, where I came up with a few ideas for the
story! I also came up with another L/G fic, which I will post soon, so keep
your eyes peeled! Anyway, here's the answer to the cliffie! It's not too
exciting though! Review!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a darn thing!
No Such Thing
Chapter 9: An Invitation (AKA: A Date!)
Lizzie was shocked to hear a voice at the other end of the line. "Hello?" she replied.
"McGuire, are you there?" asked a familiar voice.
"Oh." She replied. "It's you."
"Geez, don't sound so excited." Remarked Gordo, sarcastically.
"I was actually just going to call you." She answered. "What are you physic or something?"
"Yes, I confess. I developed ESPN over the weekend." He responded.
"Don't you mean ESP?" asked Lizzie.
"You think?" he asked sarcastically. "Give me some credit Lizzie. We've been best friends forever. When Miranda called, I figured you'd want to talk."
"Maybe you do have ESP." replied Lizzie.
"Maybe." He answered. "Or maybe I know you better than you think. Like right now, I bet you are ticked at the world because you think your entire vacation is ruined."
"I'll give you that." She sighed.
"I know how you feel." He sympathized. "I wanted to spend time with you guys too. But maybe it isn't completely shot. I mean, Miranda is coming home on Saturday."
"True." She agreed.
"And we can find fun stuff to do in the meantime." He said. "I'm not a total drag, right?"
"Nah." She replied. "You'll do."
"Oh, I'm glad." He remarked.
"Actually, I think it'll be good. We could talk some more, you know, like the other night." Offered Lizzie.
"Sure." Replied Gordo, trying to mask his excitement. He was incredibly bummed that Miranda had to leave, but he couldn't help but feel happy about the alone time with Lizzie.
"Speaking of things to do, I was going to go to Matt's soccer game tonight. You want to come with?" asked Lizzie.
"I would love to, but my grandparents are coming over to see me." He replied.
"Ah, I see." Commented Lizzie.
"I can't disappoint my adoring fans." He laughed. "But I want you to call me when you get in. I don't care how late it is. Ok?"
"Ok Gordo." She promised. "See ya."
"Bye." He replied.
An hour later, Lizzie was watching, in amazement, as her brother scored 3 goals on the opposing team.
"And that's the 4th hatrick of the season for sophomore forward, Matt McGuire." Commented the announcer. "This kid is definitely going places."
Lizzie beamed. Her little brother was going places. She didn't know where exactly, but she did know that he was a great soccer player. "Mom, when did Matt get so good?"
"Well, they asked him to be on varsity this year. He was good last year, but now he's really giving it all he's got!" Replied Jo.
"Yeah," said Sam, "He's even spoken to a few college scouts."
"Wow!" exclaimed Lizzie, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a superstar athlete for a brother.
"He really loves it!" replied Jo, excitedly.
Lizzie continued to watch the whole game. She couldn't believe how different Matt was. So tall, and muscular, not the scrawny runt she used to be able to beat up. And he was talented! It was hard to picture Matt as grown up, but he was.
15 minutes, and 2 goals later, the team was hoisting Matt onto their shoulders' and carrying him around for a victory lap.
"And that's another win for McGuire and the Northridge Eagles! They've made the playoffs!" exclaimed the announcer.
Lizzie ran immediately for the phone when she and her family returned home. She dialed Gordo's number.
"Hello?" answered Gordo.
"Hey!" replied Lizzie. "Guess what?"
"You met Ethan Craft at the soccer game and he asked you to marry him?" asked Gordo, mocking her enthusiasm.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Although that would have been cool. Matt's team won and they're going to playoffs!"
"That's great!" exclaimed Gordo. "Tell Matt I said congrats!"
"Well, you can tell him yourself." She replied. "His team is playing again tomorrow, and you're coming to the game with me."
"I am?" asked Gordo.
"Yes!" she replied. "It'll be fun!"
"I was just kidding." He answered. "I'd love to come."
"Cooli!" She replied. "The game is at 5:00."
"Ok." He said.
"Also," she continued, "My mom and dad have a dinner meeting for Matt's school to go to afterward, so I was thinking we could catch a bite, maybe rent some movies?"
"Sounds good to me." Replied Gordo.
"It's a date!" Lizzie joked.
But was she really joking?
TBC!
REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a darn thing!
No Such Thing
Chapter 9: An Invitation (AKA: A Date!)
Lizzie was shocked to hear a voice at the other end of the line. "Hello?" she replied.
"McGuire, are you there?" asked a familiar voice.
"Oh." She replied. "It's you."
"Geez, don't sound so excited." Remarked Gordo, sarcastically.
"I was actually just going to call you." She answered. "What are you physic or something?"
"Yes, I confess. I developed ESPN over the weekend." He responded.
"Don't you mean ESP?" asked Lizzie.
"You think?" he asked sarcastically. "Give me some credit Lizzie. We've been best friends forever. When Miranda called, I figured you'd want to talk."
"Maybe you do have ESP." replied Lizzie.
"Maybe." He answered. "Or maybe I know you better than you think. Like right now, I bet you are ticked at the world because you think your entire vacation is ruined."
"I'll give you that." She sighed.
"I know how you feel." He sympathized. "I wanted to spend time with you guys too. But maybe it isn't completely shot. I mean, Miranda is coming home on Saturday."
"True." She agreed.
"And we can find fun stuff to do in the meantime." He said. "I'm not a total drag, right?"
"Nah." She replied. "You'll do."
"Oh, I'm glad." He remarked.
"Actually, I think it'll be good. We could talk some more, you know, like the other night." Offered Lizzie.
"Sure." Replied Gordo, trying to mask his excitement. He was incredibly bummed that Miranda had to leave, but he couldn't help but feel happy about the alone time with Lizzie.
"Speaking of things to do, I was going to go to Matt's soccer game tonight. You want to come with?" asked Lizzie.
"I would love to, but my grandparents are coming over to see me." He replied.
"Ah, I see." Commented Lizzie.
"I can't disappoint my adoring fans." He laughed. "But I want you to call me when you get in. I don't care how late it is. Ok?"
"Ok Gordo." She promised. "See ya."
"Bye." He replied.
An hour later, Lizzie was watching, in amazement, as her brother scored 3 goals on the opposing team.
"And that's the 4th hatrick of the season for sophomore forward, Matt McGuire." Commented the announcer. "This kid is definitely going places."
Lizzie beamed. Her little brother was going places. She didn't know where exactly, but she did know that he was a great soccer player. "Mom, when did Matt get so good?"
"Well, they asked him to be on varsity this year. He was good last year, but now he's really giving it all he's got!" Replied Jo.
"Yeah," said Sam, "He's even spoken to a few college scouts."
"Wow!" exclaimed Lizzie, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a superstar athlete for a brother.
"He really loves it!" replied Jo, excitedly.
Lizzie continued to watch the whole game. She couldn't believe how different Matt was. So tall, and muscular, not the scrawny runt she used to be able to beat up. And he was talented! It was hard to picture Matt as grown up, but he was.
15 minutes, and 2 goals later, the team was hoisting Matt onto their shoulders' and carrying him around for a victory lap.
"And that's another win for McGuire and the Northridge Eagles! They've made the playoffs!" exclaimed the announcer.
Lizzie ran immediately for the phone when she and her family returned home. She dialed Gordo's number.
"Hello?" answered Gordo.
"Hey!" replied Lizzie. "Guess what?"
"You met Ethan Craft at the soccer game and he asked you to marry him?" asked Gordo, mocking her enthusiasm.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Although that would have been cool. Matt's team won and they're going to playoffs!"
"That's great!" exclaimed Gordo. "Tell Matt I said congrats!"
"Well, you can tell him yourself." She replied. "His team is playing again tomorrow, and you're coming to the game with me."
"I am?" asked Gordo.
"Yes!" she replied. "It'll be fun!"
"I was just kidding." He answered. "I'd love to come."
"Cooli!" She replied. "The game is at 5:00."
"Ok." He said.
"Also," she continued, "My mom and dad have a dinner meeting for Matt's school to go to afterward, so I was thinking we could catch a bite, maybe rent some movies?"
"Sounds good to me." Replied Gordo.
"It's a date!" Lizzie joked.
But was she really joking?
TBC!
REVIEW!