A/N: And we do this dance again. Yes, yes, I don't any of the characters,
brands, movie similarities, so on and so forth. Beware of the gnomes, they
own everything.
Lizzie slumped on to her bed and dropped bags of various sizes and colours to the ground. It had been quite a good day, especially since Gordo had been willing enough to pay for everything. He was that kind of guy- not a push over or anything. He would just bail any friend out despite the situation. Lizzie's parents weren't harsh with money, but they weren't as flexible as Gordo's parents were. Gordo always understood though, particularly when there was a sale on.
She sighed briefly and leapt up again after resting and thinking about Gordo, money and the good time she'd just had. The bags were mostly full of clothing from the sale, except one beige coloured bag. That was from des petites la boutique dames. A highly expensive store that Lizzie and Miranda walked passed often, but didn't bother looking at any of their products due to the knowledge that they'd never be able to afford anything. That was of course until they saw it. The most perfect dress, in Lizzie's size on sale for a mere 80 dollars. When Lizzie decided to buy it she realized she was a tad short and had instantly rung Gordo for a bit of 'assistance'.
She had told him 20 dollars, knowing full well it was not the case, but hoped he'd see it in him to buy her this one-of-a-kind. He did.
Lizzie stared into the bag for a moment, remembering his face and his lack of expression when he forked out the full 80 dollars to buy her the dress. Gordo probably had something really special he wanted, but all Lizzie had thought of was how incredibly beautiful she'd look if she had that dress. How she would appear so stylish in front of other girls at the upcoming dance, how she'd capture the guys' gaze for the whole night.
It all felt rather odd all of a sudden. Why did she feel so- so guilty about it?
'Damn it McGuire! Why do you have to have such a foolish conscience,' she thought, biting her lip all the while.
'I can't take it back yet- just a little while can't hurt and Ethan will be all mine, just in a little while, then Gordo can get whatever he wants,' her mind had persuaded her. That was a perfect plan.
She removed the dress from the bag and hung it precisely over a wooden hanger; it was simply perfect. Golden almost, but not quite. Glittery but silky smooth. She draped the dress over her chest and examined herself briefly in the mirror built over the front of her cupboard. It hugged her like a dream, revealing curves in all the right places, a nice split down the leg; it was going to make Lizzie what she had always wanted to be . popular.
She brushed the dress lightly with her forearm and hung it in the cupboard, smiling to herself. Life was surely on the up and up but it happened again. What about Gordo? Why did she feel like she was hurting him? And why did it hurt her to know he was in pain? She shook the thought off and walked over to her desk, wiggling the small electronic 'mouse' attached to her computer. It was nothing. Gordo would be fine; it was only money anyway. She pushed all thoughts of Gordo, money and popularity away. It was silly to be worrying about such insignificant things. Wasn't it?
Her web browser loaded and she browsed quickly to a page she had visited prior to leaving for the mall. It was an online forum. Anonymous and based mainly on free speech. There were of course the usual board topics on world news and whatnot but she had started one on 'which is better smart guys or hotter guys' had seemingly created quite a raucous argument.
One particular reply was directed particularly at her.
'Some people just don't appreciate smart guys for who they really are. I, myself, am what you have referred to as a 'smart guy'. I like being smart or intelligent and well read, as I prefer. I don't care what the girls or the guys think of me at my school right now, in years to come things will change because people ultimately change. There's no way in heck that I'm going to change anything about my lifestyle just because some random girl thinks that guys who are 'hotter' are more successful than the guys who are simply 'smart guys'. You'll get your reality check sooner than you think 'Sleeping_Beauty'. And for the record what kind of name is that? A tad arrogant, aren't we?' and it had been signed by someone going by the name 'Smarter_Guy'.
Of course, when one's honour is challenged, one is obliged most often to defend oneself. Lizzie became quite flustered by the statement and quickly began typing her response.
'What's your problem? I'd sure like to see you do any better than a hot guy in the near future. Brains don't always have what it takes to survive in the real world. I'm not changing my opinion until someone can physically prove it to me. By the way I'm not sure I'm the one in need of a reality check mister 'Smarter_Guy' and for your information, what kind of name is that? My name has nothing to do with arrogance, unlike yours however,' and she signed her name once more as 'Sleeping_Beauty' before logging off her computer and massaging her temples.
"Some people just don't get it McGuire," she said aloud.
"Some people sure don't," came a voice from the doorway.
"Matt, how long have you been there?" Lizzie asked, clenching her hands into fists.
"Oh just long enough to see my crazy sister talking to herself as usual," he replied, glancing at his nails all the while and smiling in that trademark Matt McGuire way, which Lizzie knew always meant he had something in the works, "dear sister, I hope for your sake mom and dad put you in the nut house soon," and he fled the door way as Lizzie's first barrage of pillows came flying through the air.
"Run and hide worm!" she yelled after him, "mom and dad won't be home for another hour," and she grinned mischievously as Matt realized what was coming his way.
Lizzie slumped on to her bed and dropped bags of various sizes and colours to the ground. It had been quite a good day, especially since Gordo had been willing enough to pay for everything. He was that kind of guy- not a push over or anything. He would just bail any friend out despite the situation. Lizzie's parents weren't harsh with money, but they weren't as flexible as Gordo's parents were. Gordo always understood though, particularly when there was a sale on.
She sighed briefly and leapt up again after resting and thinking about Gordo, money and the good time she'd just had. The bags were mostly full of clothing from the sale, except one beige coloured bag. That was from des petites la boutique dames. A highly expensive store that Lizzie and Miranda walked passed often, but didn't bother looking at any of their products due to the knowledge that they'd never be able to afford anything. That was of course until they saw it. The most perfect dress, in Lizzie's size on sale for a mere 80 dollars. When Lizzie decided to buy it she realized she was a tad short and had instantly rung Gordo for a bit of 'assistance'.
She had told him 20 dollars, knowing full well it was not the case, but hoped he'd see it in him to buy her this one-of-a-kind. He did.
Lizzie stared into the bag for a moment, remembering his face and his lack of expression when he forked out the full 80 dollars to buy her the dress. Gordo probably had something really special he wanted, but all Lizzie had thought of was how incredibly beautiful she'd look if she had that dress. How she would appear so stylish in front of other girls at the upcoming dance, how she'd capture the guys' gaze for the whole night.
It all felt rather odd all of a sudden. Why did she feel so- so guilty about it?
'Damn it McGuire! Why do you have to have such a foolish conscience,' she thought, biting her lip all the while.
'I can't take it back yet- just a little while can't hurt and Ethan will be all mine, just in a little while, then Gordo can get whatever he wants,' her mind had persuaded her. That was a perfect plan.
She removed the dress from the bag and hung it precisely over a wooden hanger; it was simply perfect. Golden almost, but not quite. Glittery but silky smooth. She draped the dress over her chest and examined herself briefly in the mirror built over the front of her cupboard. It hugged her like a dream, revealing curves in all the right places, a nice split down the leg; it was going to make Lizzie what she had always wanted to be . popular.
She brushed the dress lightly with her forearm and hung it in the cupboard, smiling to herself. Life was surely on the up and up but it happened again. What about Gordo? Why did she feel like she was hurting him? And why did it hurt her to know he was in pain? She shook the thought off and walked over to her desk, wiggling the small electronic 'mouse' attached to her computer. It was nothing. Gordo would be fine; it was only money anyway. She pushed all thoughts of Gordo, money and popularity away. It was silly to be worrying about such insignificant things. Wasn't it?
Her web browser loaded and she browsed quickly to a page she had visited prior to leaving for the mall. It was an online forum. Anonymous and based mainly on free speech. There were of course the usual board topics on world news and whatnot but she had started one on 'which is better smart guys or hotter guys' had seemingly created quite a raucous argument.
One particular reply was directed particularly at her.
'Some people just don't appreciate smart guys for who they really are. I, myself, am what you have referred to as a 'smart guy'. I like being smart or intelligent and well read, as I prefer. I don't care what the girls or the guys think of me at my school right now, in years to come things will change because people ultimately change. There's no way in heck that I'm going to change anything about my lifestyle just because some random girl thinks that guys who are 'hotter' are more successful than the guys who are simply 'smart guys'. You'll get your reality check sooner than you think 'Sleeping_Beauty'. And for the record what kind of name is that? A tad arrogant, aren't we?' and it had been signed by someone going by the name 'Smarter_Guy'.
Of course, when one's honour is challenged, one is obliged most often to defend oneself. Lizzie became quite flustered by the statement and quickly began typing her response.
'What's your problem? I'd sure like to see you do any better than a hot guy in the near future. Brains don't always have what it takes to survive in the real world. I'm not changing my opinion until someone can physically prove it to me. By the way I'm not sure I'm the one in need of a reality check mister 'Smarter_Guy' and for your information, what kind of name is that? My name has nothing to do with arrogance, unlike yours however,' and she signed her name once more as 'Sleeping_Beauty' before logging off her computer and massaging her temples.
"Some people just don't get it McGuire," she said aloud.
"Some people sure don't," came a voice from the doorway.
"Matt, how long have you been there?" Lizzie asked, clenching her hands into fists.
"Oh just long enough to see my crazy sister talking to herself as usual," he replied, glancing at his nails all the while and smiling in that trademark Matt McGuire way, which Lizzie knew always meant he had something in the works, "dear sister, I hope for your sake mom and dad put you in the nut house soon," and he fled the door way as Lizzie's first barrage of pillows came flying through the air.
"Run and hide worm!" she yelled after him, "mom and dad won't be home for another hour," and she grinned mischievously as Matt realized what was coming his way.