Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire is Disney-owned, not Taygeta-owned.
Author's Note: Thanks to all the great reviews!
Open Your Eyes By: Taygeta
Chapter Three: The Dances of Life
Lizzie smiled brightly when she woke up.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Wow! What a dream!
It was the second dream that Lizzie had had of Gordo, and they were dancing...and it was all so sweet. She wasn't sure what to make it of all, but as the first dream's contents didn't freak her out, this dream's contents were bordering well accepted.
Jo McGuire knocked lightly on her daughter's bedroom door, "Honey, are you awake?"
Lizzie looked up from her bed and got out of bed, "Oh, sorry Mom. I just had...a weird dream."
Mrs. McGuire gave her daughter a curious expression and a warm smile, "Weird good or weird bad?"
"Well..." began Lizzie hesitantly.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Good? Bad? Where can I mark 'Other'?
"It was different," she finished. After a moment she continued, "But a good different."
"Well, that's sweet, honey. But enough dawdling...if you don't get out of bed, you'll be late for school," said Mrs. McGuire as she went downstairs to finish cooking breakfast.
Lizzie got out of bed and went into her bathroom. She stared at her reflection and smiled. Things were weird...different...but a good different, and she wondered where things would go from there.
-*-*-*-
Gordo and Miranda were talking by their lockers when Lizzie walked toward them.
"And then Kate..." Miranda's words faded as she noticed that Gordo's attention was elsewhere. Her eyes followed his gaze to a certain blonde that was walking their direction. She didn't know exactly what was going on with Lizzie about Gordo, but knowing the vice-versa was no contest.
"Hey guys," said Lizzie with a smile.
"You're pretty cheerful," Miranda commented.
Gordo continued, "Not exactly on cloud one hundredeth and fifteen, but up there."
Their best friend shrugged, "I'm in a good mood. Is that a crime?"
Her counterparts shook their heads.
"No, I guess everyone's entitled to his or her moments of happy-go- luckiness," said Gordo.
Miranda raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, guys I have to go see Ms. Zachary about my project, so I will see you in class later."
Lizzie shot her best girl friend a wary look that was met with a beaming smile and a fluttering wave.
"Later, Miranda," said Gordo, not noticing the interaction between his two friends, as he had just took out a book from his locker and closed the door.
"Bye, Miranda," said Lizzie.
Gordo turned around and the two proceeded to stand in an oddly awkward kind of silence
-Cartoon Lizzie- Alone with Gordo...this never was weird before...
"So..." said Lizzie.
"So..." said Gordo. "Um...so did you get a date for the dance?"
"Um...I'm still working on that detail." She shrugged, "I don't know...going alone doesn't seem like that bad of a thing either."
Gordo hesitated for a moment before he said, "Well, there's always that really funny idea of Miranda's suggesting."
"Funny idea?" she asked raising eyebrows.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Some subjects should be labeled 'FORBIDDEN'.
"You know...you and me...friends going to the dance together."
"Yeah...that idea," she said.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Okay, so some subjects shouldn't be labeled like so.
After a moment, Lizzie continued, "Well...it's not really funny. Two friends can go to a dance together."
He nodded, "And it would mean nothing more than two friends having a good evening out."
-Cartoon Lizzie- Well, yeah...I mean, what else could it mean?
"Yeah..." Lizzie agreed.
The bell decided to ring itself during this dance-suggestive conversation. Lizzie glanced at the clock while Gordo winced at the lost of opportunity. She turned back to him and he had gained his normal composure.
"We probably should head to class," he said. "Wouldn't want to be late."
As they walked to class, Lizzie thought back to her dream about Gordo asking her to dance. She had been happy about the dream. She could admit that now, but she wasn't sure how she'd feel about its reality. Dream dances were all magical and floating-on-air, but the dances of life seemed to require her feet getting stepped on. She could withstand a bruised toe, but the other damaging possibilities the dream held - to friendship, to heart - Lizzie did not know if she could withstand hurting those things.
She glanced at Gordo and seeing him made her realize that she didn't have anything to worry about. The dream said it all - at least, enough of what she was sure about. Any time spent with Gordo would be sweet, worthwhile, and wonderful. Whether or not that meant anything more, it didn't matter...at least, not yet.s
Before they walked into the classroom, Lizzie turned to him and said, "Gordo?"
He looked at her, "Yea?"
She smiled at him, "Gordo...I'd love to dance with you."
Author's Note: Thanks to all the great reviews!
Open Your Eyes By: Taygeta
Chapter Three: The Dances of Life
Lizzie smiled brightly when she woke up.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Wow! What a dream!
It was the second dream that Lizzie had had of Gordo, and they were dancing...and it was all so sweet. She wasn't sure what to make it of all, but as the first dream's contents didn't freak her out, this dream's contents were bordering well accepted.
Jo McGuire knocked lightly on her daughter's bedroom door, "Honey, are you awake?"
Lizzie looked up from her bed and got out of bed, "Oh, sorry Mom. I just had...a weird dream."
Mrs. McGuire gave her daughter a curious expression and a warm smile, "Weird good or weird bad?"
"Well..." began Lizzie hesitantly.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Good? Bad? Where can I mark 'Other'?
"It was different," she finished. After a moment she continued, "But a good different."
"Well, that's sweet, honey. But enough dawdling...if you don't get out of bed, you'll be late for school," said Mrs. McGuire as she went downstairs to finish cooking breakfast.
Lizzie got out of bed and went into her bathroom. She stared at her reflection and smiled. Things were weird...different...but a good different, and she wondered where things would go from there.
-*-*-*-
Gordo and Miranda were talking by their lockers when Lizzie walked toward them.
"And then Kate..." Miranda's words faded as she noticed that Gordo's attention was elsewhere. Her eyes followed his gaze to a certain blonde that was walking their direction. She didn't know exactly what was going on with Lizzie about Gordo, but knowing the vice-versa was no contest.
"Hey guys," said Lizzie with a smile.
"You're pretty cheerful," Miranda commented.
Gordo continued, "Not exactly on cloud one hundredeth and fifteen, but up there."
Their best friend shrugged, "I'm in a good mood. Is that a crime?"
Her counterparts shook their heads.
"No, I guess everyone's entitled to his or her moments of happy-go- luckiness," said Gordo.
Miranda raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, guys I have to go see Ms. Zachary about my project, so I will see you in class later."
Lizzie shot her best girl friend a wary look that was met with a beaming smile and a fluttering wave.
"Later, Miranda," said Gordo, not noticing the interaction between his two friends, as he had just took out a book from his locker and closed the door.
"Bye, Miranda," said Lizzie.
Gordo turned around and the two proceeded to stand in an oddly awkward kind of silence
-Cartoon Lizzie- Alone with Gordo...this never was weird before...
"So..." said Lizzie.
"So..." said Gordo. "Um...so did you get a date for the dance?"
"Um...I'm still working on that detail." She shrugged, "I don't know...going alone doesn't seem like that bad of a thing either."
Gordo hesitated for a moment before he said, "Well, there's always that really funny idea of Miranda's suggesting."
"Funny idea?" she asked raising eyebrows.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Some subjects should be labeled 'FORBIDDEN'.
"You know...you and me...friends going to the dance together."
"Yeah...that idea," she said.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Okay, so some subjects shouldn't be labeled like so.
After a moment, Lizzie continued, "Well...it's not really funny. Two friends can go to a dance together."
He nodded, "And it would mean nothing more than two friends having a good evening out."
-Cartoon Lizzie- Well, yeah...I mean, what else could it mean?
"Yeah..." Lizzie agreed.
The bell decided to ring itself during this dance-suggestive conversation. Lizzie glanced at the clock while Gordo winced at the lost of opportunity. She turned back to him and he had gained his normal composure.
"We probably should head to class," he said. "Wouldn't want to be late."
As they walked to class, Lizzie thought back to her dream about Gordo asking her to dance. She had been happy about the dream. She could admit that now, but she wasn't sure how she'd feel about its reality. Dream dances were all magical and floating-on-air, but the dances of life seemed to require her feet getting stepped on. She could withstand a bruised toe, but the other damaging possibilities the dream held - to friendship, to heart - Lizzie did not know if she could withstand hurting those things.
She glanced at Gordo and seeing him made her realize that she didn't have anything to worry about. The dream said it all - at least, enough of what she was sure about. Any time spent with Gordo would be sweet, worthwhile, and wonderful. Whether or not that meant anything more, it didn't matter...at least, not yet.s
Before they walked into the classroom, Lizzie turned to him and said, "Gordo?"
He looked at her, "Yea?"
She smiled at him, "Gordo...I'd love to dance with you."