DISCLAIMER: Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, Matt, Jo, Sam, and anyone ELSE in this
story do not belong to me, unless of course they are characters that I
myself made up. In other words, only the characters you DON'T recognize are
mine. (Unless you're not a Lizzie fan and don't watch the show. but then
why would you be reading Lizzie McGuire fanfiction?!)
What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 11: Talking, Laughing, and Baking
"Gordo?"
"Uh. no. it's Lizzie. McGuire. You know, the one you grew up with?" Lizzie stifled a giggle as she said it.
"Lizzie! My caller ID said it was Gordo. wait a minute. Are you in New York?!" Miranda's response sounded a bit incredulous. Lizzie smiled.
"Yeah. Long story, I'll explain later. Matt emailed me and said you were trying to get ahold of me at my parents' place after I left?" Lizzie knew she sounded hopeful, and prayed that Miranda didn't think her desperate.
"Yeah. listen, Lizzie. I'm sorry for the way I acted. We're adults now, and I should have realized a long time ago that sometimes even best friends go their own way and do their own thing. I had just held on to a prayer that you, Gordo, and I would grow up, start our own families, and raise our kids together here. I never expected that we'd all be separated right after college. I freaked, Liz, I-"
"Miranda! Chill!" Lizzie smiled, glad to have the old Miranda back. "Just because we're living on opposite ends of the country, doesn't mean we're separated. We're together in our hearts, and that's what matters the most. And Miranda. do you really think we'll just stop talking? Come on! You know me better than that, and I know you better than that. Gordo, I don't know about. as much as you and I chatter, he's never been much of a talker."
Lizzie and Miranda both laughed at that. All throughout their childhood, conversations between the three had always consisted of Lizzie and Miranda talking a mile a minute and Gordo listening to every bit, then making a pathetic attempt to put his two cents in. He was usually cut off by the girls starting up more friendly banter.
"Yeah, you're right. we never did let Gordo do much talking, did we?" Miranda giggled.
"Liz. are you talking to Miranda? Are you guys still fighting?" Gordo appeared in the doorway, wearing an apron that said "Kiss The Cook", and holding a spatula in one hand and a cake mixer in the other. Lizzie's eyes widened.
"I hope you're not trying to bake, Gordo. do you remember what happened at mom's house?! If you're making something. don't just yank the mixer out of the batter while it's still going!!" Lizzie warned. She could hear Miranda cracking up on the other end of the line.
"Want me to let you go, Liz? Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you." Miranda said.
"Um. yeah. Sorry, Miranda. and I'm sorry for springing the news on you so quickly. You know I love you, you're my sister!"
"I know. and you know I love you, too, Lizzie. Listen, I'll give you a call later, okay? How long are you going to be at Gordo's place? You are at Gordo's, right? Man, I need details!"
Lizzie laughed. Some things just never changed. "Yeah, I'm at Gordo's. I'll be here for about a week," she said.
"Oh, okay. I'll give you a call later on tonight, or sometime tomorrow, okay? See ya later, Liz!"
"Bye, Miranda!" Lizzie clicked the phone off, and hurried out to the kitchen just in time to see Gordo turn on the mixer and stick it into the cake mix. She sighed and went over to help him before he made a complete mess.
What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 11: Talking, Laughing, and Baking
"Gordo?"
"Uh. no. it's Lizzie. McGuire. You know, the one you grew up with?" Lizzie stifled a giggle as she said it.
"Lizzie! My caller ID said it was Gordo. wait a minute. Are you in New York?!" Miranda's response sounded a bit incredulous. Lizzie smiled.
"Yeah. Long story, I'll explain later. Matt emailed me and said you were trying to get ahold of me at my parents' place after I left?" Lizzie knew she sounded hopeful, and prayed that Miranda didn't think her desperate.
"Yeah. listen, Lizzie. I'm sorry for the way I acted. We're adults now, and I should have realized a long time ago that sometimes even best friends go their own way and do their own thing. I had just held on to a prayer that you, Gordo, and I would grow up, start our own families, and raise our kids together here. I never expected that we'd all be separated right after college. I freaked, Liz, I-"
"Miranda! Chill!" Lizzie smiled, glad to have the old Miranda back. "Just because we're living on opposite ends of the country, doesn't mean we're separated. We're together in our hearts, and that's what matters the most. And Miranda. do you really think we'll just stop talking? Come on! You know me better than that, and I know you better than that. Gordo, I don't know about. as much as you and I chatter, he's never been much of a talker."
Lizzie and Miranda both laughed at that. All throughout their childhood, conversations between the three had always consisted of Lizzie and Miranda talking a mile a minute and Gordo listening to every bit, then making a pathetic attempt to put his two cents in. He was usually cut off by the girls starting up more friendly banter.
"Yeah, you're right. we never did let Gordo do much talking, did we?" Miranda giggled.
"Liz. are you talking to Miranda? Are you guys still fighting?" Gordo appeared in the doorway, wearing an apron that said "Kiss The Cook", and holding a spatula in one hand and a cake mixer in the other. Lizzie's eyes widened.
"I hope you're not trying to bake, Gordo. do you remember what happened at mom's house?! If you're making something. don't just yank the mixer out of the batter while it's still going!!" Lizzie warned. She could hear Miranda cracking up on the other end of the line.
"Want me to let you go, Liz? Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you." Miranda said.
"Um. yeah. Sorry, Miranda. and I'm sorry for springing the news on you so quickly. You know I love you, you're my sister!"
"I know. and you know I love you, too, Lizzie. Listen, I'll give you a call later, okay? How long are you going to be at Gordo's place? You are at Gordo's, right? Man, I need details!"
Lizzie laughed. Some things just never changed. "Yeah, I'm at Gordo's. I'll be here for about a week," she said.
"Oh, okay. I'll give you a call later on tonight, or sometime tomorrow, okay? See ya later, Liz!"
"Bye, Miranda!" Lizzie clicked the phone off, and hurried out to the kitchen just in time to see Gordo turn on the mixer and stick it into the cake mix. She sighed and went over to help him before he made a complete mess.