A/N: I just now noticed that the movie is probably going to be nothing like
this. And I don't know if I should continue, because I'm definitely running
out of ideas and this is much longer than I expected. Maybe I'll write
longer chapters. But, hey, here's a tip. If you don't want to stay on the
internet for such a long time reading my story, all you do is open up
Microsoft word or something. Then copy and paste all the chapters on. I do
it a lot and it's really easier to read. Review and rate this story on a
scale of 1-10. Tell me if you like long stories or short stories better.
And tell me if you prefer long or short chapters. I still need ideas!!! I
really love writing this fanfic, it's a way to make me stand waiting until
the real movie comes out, and I would hate to quit adding more. Okay now,
on with the story that's heading nowhere...
Gordo POV
I heard a knock on my door again around ten P.M. It was Lizzie.
"Before visiting time is over, I just wanted to ask you something." Was the first thing she said.
"Uh, you guys go ahead. I'll be... in the bathroom." Danny sputtered.
I smiled as he disappeared.
"So? What's up?"
"What's up is why did you leave without telling me?" She said, looking hurt.
"I couldn't find you anywhere." I lied.
"Why'd you leave, anyway?"
"I couldn't take all of the media coverage there."
I felt bad for lying so much to her, but what else could I say? I left because I was jealous of her and Paolo kissing? I mean, really. Lying seemed like the only way out, even if it seemed so wrong.
"Are you sure?" She looked deeply into my eyes.
I couldn't stand it. Those hazel eyes were so trusting. She was counting on me to tell her the truth.
"Positive." I mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Okay." She got up and left.
I sighed deeply.
What a day.
***
Lizzie POV
The next morning, I woke up sort of late. Seven o'clock. I got dressed hurriedly, ate a banana, and headed downstairs. Paolo was waiting for me.
"Ready to go shopping?" He asked.
"Oh, am I ever!" I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
We stepped out of the hotel. Rome looked so amazing at this time of day. Not many people on the streets, faint chatter coming from the little cafés, the sun peeking through the buildings, making bright shadows down alleys.
"Wow." I said.
"It's not that amazing."
"Oh, trust me, this is cool."
"Well, if you'd grown up here, you'd be used to this."
I rolled my eyes and got on his motorcycle. We drove for a while. Then he stopped at a familiar place.
"Trevi Fountain? Why did we stop here?" I asked.
"We stopped here because... because I wanted to." He answered simply.
Animated Lizzie: Like *that's* an answer. Mom would never take that as an answer.
"It's amazing, Paolo. I mean, I wished to be famous right here, and look at me now. This thing totally works." I smiled brightly.
"Well, did you know that there's another legend about the Trevi Fountain?" He asked.
"No, I didn't. What is it?"
"It says that anyone who tosses a coin into the fountain will come back to Rome someday." Paolo said.
"So that means I'll come back!" I exclaimed.
He nodded.
Then suddenly, a fancy black convertible drove up to us.
"This," He said. "Is your new car. Now, how about that shopping?"
I grinned. "Goodbye Lizzie McGuire, hello fabulous!" I exclaimed.
Gordo POV
I heard a knock on my door again around ten P.M. It was Lizzie.
"Before visiting time is over, I just wanted to ask you something." Was the first thing she said.
"Uh, you guys go ahead. I'll be... in the bathroom." Danny sputtered.
I smiled as he disappeared.
"So? What's up?"
"What's up is why did you leave without telling me?" She said, looking hurt.
"I couldn't find you anywhere." I lied.
"Why'd you leave, anyway?"
"I couldn't take all of the media coverage there."
I felt bad for lying so much to her, but what else could I say? I left because I was jealous of her and Paolo kissing? I mean, really. Lying seemed like the only way out, even if it seemed so wrong.
"Are you sure?" She looked deeply into my eyes.
I couldn't stand it. Those hazel eyes were so trusting. She was counting on me to tell her the truth.
"Positive." I mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Okay." She got up and left.
I sighed deeply.
What a day.
***
Lizzie POV
The next morning, I woke up sort of late. Seven o'clock. I got dressed hurriedly, ate a banana, and headed downstairs. Paolo was waiting for me.
"Ready to go shopping?" He asked.
"Oh, am I ever!" I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
We stepped out of the hotel. Rome looked so amazing at this time of day. Not many people on the streets, faint chatter coming from the little cafés, the sun peeking through the buildings, making bright shadows down alleys.
"Wow." I said.
"It's not that amazing."
"Oh, trust me, this is cool."
"Well, if you'd grown up here, you'd be used to this."
I rolled my eyes and got on his motorcycle. We drove for a while. Then he stopped at a familiar place.
"Trevi Fountain? Why did we stop here?" I asked.
"We stopped here because... because I wanted to." He answered simply.
Animated Lizzie: Like *that's* an answer. Mom would never take that as an answer.
"It's amazing, Paolo. I mean, I wished to be famous right here, and look at me now. This thing totally works." I smiled brightly.
"Well, did you know that there's another legend about the Trevi Fountain?" He asked.
"No, I didn't. What is it?"
"It says that anyone who tosses a coin into the fountain will come back to Rome someday." Paolo said.
"So that means I'll come back!" I exclaimed.
He nodded.
Then suddenly, a fancy black convertible drove up to us.
"This," He said. "Is your new car. Now, how about that shopping?"
I grinned. "Goodbye Lizzie McGuire, hello fabulous!" I exclaimed.