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Author's note: come on, now, high-powered execs...it's a site called "fanfiction.net". Which means, it's by fans. Which means, obviously none of us own the things we write about, otherwise you would SEE this stuff on the show. Really, now.
Author's note dos: Thanks so much for your great reviews, encouragement is always appreciated. :)
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The Sweetness: You Wouldn't Believe
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The next morning, after breakfast, Lizzie decided to call Miranda. She hoped that Miranda was actually at the house and not off learning her heritage. Not that Lizzie wasn't all for that, but this was sort of important.
A woman answered the phone in Spanish, and Lizzie could only stammer, trying to remember any Spanish she had ever absorbed. She was having no luck.
"Oh, Lizzie, it's you!" Mrs. Sanchez said. "My apologies, I didn't check the caller ID. How are you?"
"Great, Mrs. Sanchez," Lizzie said. "Uh, is Miranda in?"
"You caught her just in time. We were about to go to the market, so it'll have to be quick, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Lizzie said, biting her lip.
Miranda got on the line. "Hey, Lizzie."
"Hey, um, Miranda," Lizzie said nervously. "Listen, um, I have something to tell you."
"Good news or bad news?"
"It all depends on how you look at it, I guess."
"I'm intrigued," Miranda said. "What's the dish?"
"Well...I have a boyfriend."
"Boyfriend!" Miranda squealed, so loudly that Lizzie had to hold the phone away from her ear. "Like, an official boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
"That's good news! Who is it? Is it Ronny again?"
"No!" Lizzie said quickly. "No way."
Miranda's voice lowered dramatically. "Ethan?" she near-whispered.
"As if!" Lizzie found herself saying, and even she was surprised at the vehemance in her voice.
"Wow, someone got over Ethan Craft fast," Miranda observed.
"C'mon, Miranda, he's cute and all, but it's not like he's smart. Or interesting."
"Yeah, there is that...but he's *so* cute. So who is it, then? Anyone I know?"
"Yeah, actually." Lizzie was practically chewing her lip off with nervousness. "It's...um, well, it's Gordo."
The line was so quiet, Lizzie was afraid they'd been cut off. "Miranda? Miranda, you there?"
"Did I hear you say that you were going out with Gordo?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said quietly, afraid that she had put a match to a fuse.
"As in, David Gordon?"
The question was absurd. "Do you know any other Gordos?"
"Oh my God!" Miranda squealed. "So he finally asked you out!"
"Wait, wait, wait...you *knew*?" Lizzie demanded.
"Chill, girl! It's not like he told me or anything, so don't go crazy on me. It was kind of obvious that he liked you, I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out. But I never even guessed that you liked him, too."
"Well, it just kind of came out of nowhere," Lizzie admitted.
"You know," Miranda started, but was cut off when someone in the background yelled, "MIRANDA! CHICA! Let's move!"
Lizzie and Miranda laughed. "Guess that means I better get going."
"Guess so," Lizzie agreed.
"Listen, I'll call you later tonight, and we'll talk about it, okay?"
Lizzie smiled, immensely relieved that Miranda was so cool about it. "Okay, sounds great."
"Oh, and Lizzie? I'm really happy for you guys."
"That means a lot. Thanks, Miranda."
"Anytime. Adios."
No sooner had Lizzie hung up with Miranda than the phone rang again. "Hello?"
"Hey." It was Gordo.
"Hey, Gordo," Lizzie said, a smile instantly lighting up her face.
"What's up?"
"Not much. Just got off the phone with Miranda."
"Aw, and here I was, thinking you were waiting by the phone for my call," Gordo joked.
"Who's to say I wasn't?" Lizzie replied. "For all you know, I could have just gotten bored and called Miranda to kill time."
"I'll buy that," Gordo said glibly. "So, how is Miranda?"
"Good, I guess. We didn't get to talk long." Lizzie paused. "Um, I told her about us."
Gordo was silent for a second or two. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"So...what did she say?"
"She was...okay with it. She said she was really happy for us."
"Lizzie, I know you're worried, but everything's going to be okay, I swear," Gordo said.
"Yeah. So...what do you want to do today?"
"Well, that's up to you."
"We could go to the mall. You *owe* me a mall trip," she teased.
"I guess I do. But do you really want to use it up so soon?"
"I know that's just a clever ruse to get out of going to the mall, but on the other hand, you have a point. How about we go enjoy the outdoors?"
"Am I still talking to Lizzie McGuire?"
"Ha, ha," Lizzie said. "You know, Gordo, I risked a lot to go out with you."
"Oh yeah? What did you risk?"
"My friendship with Miranda, my friendship with you, my budding romance with Ethan Craft..."
"You mean your you wish romance with Ethan Craft."
"Yeah, well, I risked a lot anyway. And Ethan Craft is going to be crying into his pillow nightly that he lost me."
"Isn't that what I've always told you?" Gordo said. "Figures now you'd start to listen."
"Better late than never."
"So outdoors, huh?" Gordo said, clearly done with the subject of Ethan Craft. Lizzie felt guilty for bringing it up. All this time, Gordo had liked her, and she'd just prattled on about Ethan...imagine how he must have felt. Totally sucky! She felt horrible thinking about it.
"Yeah, outdoors. Like, the park, or minigolf, or something."
"Minigolf sounds fun. I bet I could kick your butt in it."
Lizzie laughed. "You wish!" Somehow, being competitive with Gordo took a lot of stress out of her. "I'll completely cream you. I am the goddess of minigolf."
"Since when?"
"Since today," Lizzie declared.
"We'll see. Listen, my parents aren't home, so do you think I could get a ride?"
"Your parents are never home."
"Don't remind me," Gordo said darkly.
"Yeah, let me ask my mom. Is an hour good for you?"
"Sure thing."
"Great. I can't wait."
"Me, neither."
Author's note: come on, now, high-powered execs...it's a site called "fanfiction.net". Which means, it's by fans. Which means, obviously none of us own the things we write about, otherwise you would SEE this stuff on the show. Really, now.
Author's note dos: Thanks so much for your great reviews, encouragement is always appreciated. :)
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The Sweetness: You Wouldn't Believe
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The next morning, after breakfast, Lizzie decided to call Miranda. She hoped that Miranda was actually at the house and not off learning her heritage. Not that Lizzie wasn't all for that, but this was sort of important.
A woman answered the phone in Spanish, and Lizzie could only stammer, trying to remember any Spanish she had ever absorbed. She was having no luck.
"Oh, Lizzie, it's you!" Mrs. Sanchez said. "My apologies, I didn't check the caller ID. How are you?"
"Great, Mrs. Sanchez," Lizzie said. "Uh, is Miranda in?"
"You caught her just in time. We were about to go to the market, so it'll have to be quick, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Lizzie said, biting her lip.
Miranda got on the line. "Hey, Lizzie."
"Hey, um, Miranda," Lizzie said nervously. "Listen, um, I have something to tell you."
"Good news or bad news?"
"It all depends on how you look at it, I guess."
"I'm intrigued," Miranda said. "What's the dish?"
"Well...I have a boyfriend."
"Boyfriend!" Miranda squealed, so loudly that Lizzie had to hold the phone away from her ear. "Like, an official boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
"That's good news! Who is it? Is it Ronny again?"
"No!" Lizzie said quickly. "No way."
Miranda's voice lowered dramatically. "Ethan?" she near-whispered.
"As if!" Lizzie found herself saying, and even she was surprised at the vehemance in her voice.
"Wow, someone got over Ethan Craft fast," Miranda observed.
"C'mon, Miranda, he's cute and all, but it's not like he's smart. Or interesting."
"Yeah, there is that...but he's *so* cute. So who is it, then? Anyone I know?"
"Yeah, actually." Lizzie was practically chewing her lip off with nervousness. "It's...um, well, it's Gordo."
The line was so quiet, Lizzie was afraid they'd been cut off. "Miranda? Miranda, you there?"
"Did I hear you say that you were going out with Gordo?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said quietly, afraid that she had put a match to a fuse.
"As in, David Gordon?"
The question was absurd. "Do you know any other Gordos?"
"Oh my God!" Miranda squealed. "So he finally asked you out!"
"Wait, wait, wait...you *knew*?" Lizzie demanded.
"Chill, girl! It's not like he told me or anything, so don't go crazy on me. It was kind of obvious that he liked you, I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out. But I never even guessed that you liked him, too."
"Well, it just kind of came out of nowhere," Lizzie admitted.
"You know," Miranda started, but was cut off when someone in the background yelled, "MIRANDA! CHICA! Let's move!"
Lizzie and Miranda laughed. "Guess that means I better get going."
"Guess so," Lizzie agreed.
"Listen, I'll call you later tonight, and we'll talk about it, okay?"
Lizzie smiled, immensely relieved that Miranda was so cool about it. "Okay, sounds great."
"Oh, and Lizzie? I'm really happy for you guys."
"That means a lot. Thanks, Miranda."
"Anytime. Adios."
No sooner had Lizzie hung up with Miranda than the phone rang again. "Hello?"
"Hey." It was Gordo.
"Hey, Gordo," Lizzie said, a smile instantly lighting up her face.
"What's up?"
"Not much. Just got off the phone with Miranda."
"Aw, and here I was, thinking you were waiting by the phone for my call," Gordo joked.
"Who's to say I wasn't?" Lizzie replied. "For all you know, I could have just gotten bored and called Miranda to kill time."
"I'll buy that," Gordo said glibly. "So, how is Miranda?"
"Good, I guess. We didn't get to talk long." Lizzie paused. "Um, I told her about us."
Gordo was silent for a second or two. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"So...what did she say?"
"She was...okay with it. She said she was really happy for us."
"Lizzie, I know you're worried, but everything's going to be okay, I swear," Gordo said.
"Yeah. So...what do you want to do today?"
"Well, that's up to you."
"We could go to the mall. You *owe* me a mall trip," she teased.
"I guess I do. But do you really want to use it up so soon?"
"I know that's just a clever ruse to get out of going to the mall, but on the other hand, you have a point. How about we go enjoy the outdoors?"
"Am I still talking to Lizzie McGuire?"
"Ha, ha," Lizzie said. "You know, Gordo, I risked a lot to go out with you."
"Oh yeah? What did you risk?"
"My friendship with Miranda, my friendship with you, my budding romance with Ethan Craft..."
"You mean your you wish romance with Ethan Craft."
"Yeah, well, I risked a lot anyway. And Ethan Craft is going to be crying into his pillow nightly that he lost me."
"Isn't that what I've always told you?" Gordo said. "Figures now you'd start to listen."
"Better late than never."
"So outdoors, huh?" Gordo said, clearly done with the subject of Ethan Craft. Lizzie felt guilty for bringing it up. All this time, Gordo had liked her, and she'd just prattled on about Ethan...imagine how he must have felt. Totally sucky! She felt horrible thinking about it.
"Yeah, outdoors. Like, the park, or minigolf, or something."
"Minigolf sounds fun. I bet I could kick your butt in it."
Lizzie laughed. "You wish!" Somehow, being competitive with Gordo took a lot of stress out of her. "I'll completely cream you. I am the goddess of minigolf."
"Since when?"
"Since today," Lizzie declared.
"We'll see. Listen, my parents aren't home, so do you think I could get a ride?"
"Your parents are never home."
"Don't remind me," Gordo said darkly.
"Yeah, let me ask my mom. Is an hour good for you?"
"Sure thing."
"Great. I can't wait."
"Me, neither."