Gordo POV

i I wish that Lizzie would notice me. That's all I'm asking. i I thought silently as I tossed a coin into the fountain.

"So, what did you wish for?" Lizzie asked me.

"Uh, noth-nothing. Just, um... I hope I..." I trailed off, thinking of a wish. "...become a famous director someday." I nodded. "Nothing special."

"Well, if you want the Reader's Digest condensed version... I hoped that I could be really well-known and famous." She said. "I hope my wish comes true."

I sighed. "Yep, so do I..." I said with a far-away look. I was trying to imagine how it would be like if Lizzie and me were actually together. Ooh, good thoughts. Very nice. I could feel her...

"Gordo, why do you have that goofy smile on your face?" Lizzie looked confused. "You've been spacing out a lot since we got to Rome. Is everything okay?"

I had been spacing out way before we got to Rome, only not enough for anyone to notice. But I couldn't let her know that!

"Everything's fine." I lied. "Just perfect."

i Like you. i I wanted to add.

No wait, what was I saying? I wasn't in love with Lizzie. I was too young. And- I didn't want to be.

Then what were those funny feelings I kept getting every time I thought about her. I wasn't in love. I knew that.

Then what would describe what I was feeling?

I shook the questions out of my head and listened to the tour guide speaking.

"The Trevi Fountain has been here for years and years and no one knows where it gets its magic touch. Some believe that there is no so called 'magic touch', that all of the dreams come true are just coincidences. But what if there is something wondrous about the Trepid Fountain that none of us knows about...?"

I smiled. If my dream came true, it would prove that the Trevi Fountain had a magic essence. You know why?

Because my wish wasn't going to come true. Unless...

Magic really did exist.
Lizzie POV

I looked over at Gordo, who was staring into the fountain. I knew for a fact that he wasn't staring i at i it. He was staring right through it. What was wrong with him these days? It was like-

My thoughts were interrupted by someone saying, "Isabella?"

I looked over to my right and saw a gorgeous, I mean oh-so gorgeous guy taking off his sunglasses. He looked like a God. But I was confused. Why was he calling me Isabella?

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh, my lord! Isabella, is that you?" He cried in his incredibly incredible accent. "You dyed your hair!"

"I'm Lizzie... Lizzie McGuire." I said. "Who's Isabella? And who are you?"

Animated Lizzie: Okay, I should lower the number of questions next time.

"Lizzie? Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were Isabella." He smiled.

I melted.

"I'm Paolo."

Paolo? What a wonderful name. What a wonderful, wonderful name.

I smiled at him. "I'm sorry I'm not Isabella." I said.

Animated Lizzie: Ooh, nice answer. Very cute and mysterious, yet playful. I'm so good at flirting.

"I'm sorry for my mistake." He frowned. "It is just that you look so much like Isabella, Lizzie."

Isabella, Isabella, Isabella. Was that all he was going to talk about? I kept on thinking he meant Miranda, because her middle name is Isabella. I wished he'd talk more about himself.

I was speechless for a moment.

I glanced over at Gordo, so he could clue me in on what I could say to Paolo.

But he was scowling.

Huh?