Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire is not my creation. I don't have any
affiliation to it. If I did then maybe Adam Lamberg would transfer to my
college ;) Oh, and Celine Dion's song "Have You Ever Been In Love" is
still not mine.
Author's Note: Thank you for all the great reviews! I got a question as to what grade the characters are in, and I actually hadn't given it much thought, but I'll stick it in here somewhere that they're sophomores in high school. Based on that continuum, Rome never happened.
Chapter Five: Walking By the Dream
**** Have you ever walked on air, ever/Felt like you were dreamin'/ When you never thought it could /But it really feels that good/Have you ever been in love? ****
And as they danced, their eyes met and could not seem to stray elsewhere.
He leaned his head closer to hers and kissed her sweetly.
She smiled and said, "What took you so long?"
"I was scared," he admitted.
"It was worth it," she replied.
"What?"
"The wait," she said before she kissed him.
-*-*-*-
Gordo woke up.
He loved and hated these dreams. He loved them for what they showed him, but every time he woke up, he knew they weren't true. He was a sophomore in high school who had been in love with his best friend since longer than he ever realized. He hadn't told her. He hadn't the courage.
Tonight might yield a difference though. Tonight was the night of the dance.
"Maybe..." Gordo said to himself as he got out of bed.
Maybe dreams really can come true.
-*-*-*-
Lizzie woke up.
She was beginning to love these dreams. She had half-a-mind to go back to sleep and see where the dream would take her, but that idea was quickly erased from her choices as Mrs. McGuire knocked on her door.
"Lizzie, honey, you're going to be late for school if you're not out of bed yet."
"I'm almost ready," Lizzie fibbed as she rushed into the bathroom.
"Right," said Mrs. McGuire with a sigh. Lizzie had to have had her father's punctuality.
-*-*-*-
"Tonight's the big night," said Miranda with a smile at Gordo.
He closed his locker, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You. Lizzie. Date," she summed up.
"Miranda, you're going to make me more nervous than I already am, and I see Lizzie all throughout today *before* the dance," he replied.
She rolled her eyes, "Like you're really complaining about that, I believe you..."
"Okay, so I'm not," he admitted with a smile, "but I'm still trying really hard to keep my cool, and every time I see her, that's very difficult to accomplish."
"Gordo, you're so funny," said Miranda with a laugh. "You've known Lizzie, like, you're entire life."
"In the capacity of friend," he added.
"But you've been ga-ga over her since who knows when," she added.
Gordo was silent.
"Lizzie might be oblivious, but don't underestimate your other best girl friend in the observer sector," Miranda continued with a smile. The smugness of the smile changed into a supportive grin, "Gordo, you'll be fine. I think she likes you too, if it makes you feel any better."
At that moment, he saw Lizzie walk down the hallway toward them, and he said, "That would make me feel more than better if it were true."
As Lizzie walked toward her two best friends, she was wondering what they were talking about. She had an odd feeling that it was about tonight's dance. She had been in such a hurry this morning that she hadn't realized that tonight was the night of the dance until her mother made some remark about her probably being excited.
Which only made her all the more nervous.
Which was exactly the feeling that she still felt as she was walking toward her friends...and toward one friend in particular.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Don't talk about the dance! Don't talk about the dance!
"Hey guys," said Lizzie.
"Hey," her friends chorused.
"So...what's up?" she said.
"Nothing much," said Miranda.
"Nothing much at all," echoed Gordo.
Ethan walked by and said, "Yo, dudes. You excited about the dance tonight? I'm gonna be jammin' with a new suit."
Lizzie gave him a weak smile, "That's great, Ethan."
-Cartoon Lizzie- Why did you have to say that, Ethan?
Ethan gave Gordo a sly look, "I hear you and Lizz-ie are rocking the dance floor tonight. Way to go, Gor-don!"
At the flabbergasted look on Gordo's face, Miranda said, "Ethan, hey, why don't you walk me to class?" Before he could say anything else, she continued, "So, who are you taking to the dance?"
"Oh, Kate asked me a few days ago..."
Miranda managed to segue Ethan into another topic and lead him elsewhere much to the appreciation of her friends.
"So..." said Lizzie.
"So..." said Gordo. After a few moments, he continued, "Do you want me to walk you to class?"
She smiled and said, "I'd like that."
Author's Note: Thank you for all the great reviews! I got a question as to what grade the characters are in, and I actually hadn't given it much thought, but I'll stick it in here somewhere that they're sophomores in high school. Based on that continuum, Rome never happened.
Chapter Five: Walking By the Dream
**** Have you ever walked on air, ever/Felt like you were dreamin'/ When you never thought it could /But it really feels that good/Have you ever been in love? ****
And as they danced, their eyes met and could not seem to stray elsewhere.
He leaned his head closer to hers and kissed her sweetly.
She smiled and said, "What took you so long?"
"I was scared," he admitted.
"It was worth it," she replied.
"What?"
"The wait," she said before she kissed him.
-*-*-*-
Gordo woke up.
He loved and hated these dreams. He loved them for what they showed him, but every time he woke up, he knew they weren't true. He was a sophomore in high school who had been in love with his best friend since longer than he ever realized. He hadn't told her. He hadn't the courage.
Tonight might yield a difference though. Tonight was the night of the dance.
"Maybe..." Gordo said to himself as he got out of bed.
Maybe dreams really can come true.
-*-*-*-
Lizzie woke up.
She was beginning to love these dreams. She had half-a-mind to go back to sleep and see where the dream would take her, but that idea was quickly erased from her choices as Mrs. McGuire knocked on her door.
"Lizzie, honey, you're going to be late for school if you're not out of bed yet."
"I'm almost ready," Lizzie fibbed as she rushed into the bathroom.
"Right," said Mrs. McGuire with a sigh. Lizzie had to have had her father's punctuality.
-*-*-*-
"Tonight's the big night," said Miranda with a smile at Gordo.
He closed his locker, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You. Lizzie. Date," she summed up.
"Miranda, you're going to make me more nervous than I already am, and I see Lizzie all throughout today *before* the dance," he replied.
She rolled her eyes, "Like you're really complaining about that, I believe you..."
"Okay, so I'm not," he admitted with a smile, "but I'm still trying really hard to keep my cool, and every time I see her, that's very difficult to accomplish."
"Gordo, you're so funny," said Miranda with a laugh. "You've known Lizzie, like, you're entire life."
"In the capacity of friend," he added.
"But you've been ga-ga over her since who knows when," she added.
Gordo was silent.
"Lizzie might be oblivious, but don't underestimate your other best girl friend in the observer sector," Miranda continued with a smile. The smugness of the smile changed into a supportive grin, "Gordo, you'll be fine. I think she likes you too, if it makes you feel any better."
At that moment, he saw Lizzie walk down the hallway toward them, and he said, "That would make me feel more than better if it were true."
As Lizzie walked toward her two best friends, she was wondering what they were talking about. She had an odd feeling that it was about tonight's dance. She had been in such a hurry this morning that she hadn't realized that tonight was the night of the dance until her mother made some remark about her probably being excited.
Which only made her all the more nervous.
Which was exactly the feeling that she still felt as she was walking toward her friends...and toward one friend in particular.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Don't talk about the dance! Don't talk about the dance!
"Hey guys," said Lizzie.
"Hey," her friends chorused.
"So...what's up?" she said.
"Nothing much," said Miranda.
"Nothing much at all," echoed Gordo.
Ethan walked by and said, "Yo, dudes. You excited about the dance tonight? I'm gonna be jammin' with a new suit."
Lizzie gave him a weak smile, "That's great, Ethan."
-Cartoon Lizzie- Why did you have to say that, Ethan?
Ethan gave Gordo a sly look, "I hear you and Lizz-ie are rocking the dance floor tonight. Way to go, Gor-don!"
At the flabbergasted look on Gordo's face, Miranda said, "Ethan, hey, why don't you walk me to class?" Before he could say anything else, she continued, "So, who are you taking to the dance?"
"Oh, Kate asked me a few days ago..."
Miranda managed to segue Ethan into another topic and lead him elsewhere much to the appreciation of her friends.
"So..." said Lizzie.
"So..." said Gordo. After a few moments, he continued, "Do you want me to walk you to class?"
She smiled and said, "I'd like that."