A/N: Hey all, disclaimers are tedious and rather boring so I'll cut to the
chase, cheese ain't all it's cracked up to be AND the word is that I don't
own Lizzie (if only), Lizzie McGuire and anything mentioned herein that
includes You've Got Mail parallels. In other news the Crusaders won so I'm
a happy chappie =) enjoy another one of my stories even if they are lame .
that's the part where one of you tell me otherwise =| right forget it . on
with the show =D
Gordo strolled casually down the central hall of Hillridge Junior High, giving people casual smiles and the occasional flick of the forearm in the universally known 'wave-hello'. The walls were lined with the ever- familiar metallic-grey lockers, some open, some with students leaning against them. Gordo didn't mind lockers, they weren't the prettiest thing to look at but at least they were practical, he had heard there were other schools that made one carry all one's books in one's bag all day long. He appreciated things like that, the ability to take a little bit of pressure of himself - literally. On the other hand, his mind was in turmoil. Combined with thoughts of Lizzie, Miranda, schoolwork, lockers and the picture of a gopher ahead.
"Gopher?" he said aloud to no one in particular.
Unexpectedly someone replied to him, it was Ethan Craft, the local dream guy, "yeah it seems we're changing our school mascot to a gopher," he said, "it was mostly my idea, I mean, look at it, who ain't gonna be stunned to see that?" and he nodded as he too examined the new banner at the end of the hall, displaying the 'Hillridge Junior High Gopher'.
Gordo had so many witty remarks fill his mind it was truly unimaginable but he merely patted Ethan's shoulder and walked on - it was too easy.
"Hey Gordon you didn't you didn't tell me what you thought of him," Ethan called out but Gordo pretended not to hear, there were more important things to be discussed with his best friends.
Lizzie and Miranda were as usual, standing outside his locker, chatting away about what Gordo knew to be 'Girl Talk'. He could tell by their serious stares at one another that whatever it was, was not for his ears. Lizzie was the first to notice him walking their way and nudged Miranda slightly so as to end their conversation; the slight nudge was their 'signal' to end things.
"Lizzie, Miranda," Gordo acknowledged, smiling in that trademark Gordo way.
"Hey Gordo," they both chimed in unison.
"I've been meaning to tell you," he said as he rummaged through books in his bag, exchanging things between the bag and the locker, "there's been this really weird girl-" but he wasn't given a chance to finish.
"Girl? What girl?" they both squealed, once again in unison.
"Stop doing that," Gordo bleated, "it's not what you're thinking. There's been this girl on a forum, on the 'Net that's really been acting stupid. Just this morning I read another one of her replies and she started ragging on me for being intelligent. What is it with girls these days?" he asked.
Lizzie was hit harder than a nuclear explosion and it showed. Her face suddenly flushed and her eyes bulged.
"Lizzie- Lizzie are you okay?" Miranda gaped.
"Yeah McGuire, what's gotten into you?" Gordo had noticed too, just as he completed swapping books and began to head down the hall. Both girls followed, on either side of him.
"Oh . it's nothing- I just realized that I forgot . I forgot that the-" but her thoughts were all over the place, she couldn't even lie properly.
"Err- okay Lizzie, what ever you say," Miranda said, nudging Gordo a little as if to give him a signal. He looked at her momentarily before speaking.
"You aren't sick or something are you McGuire?" he asked, feeling he'd probably hit the spot.
"No. No- I just need to go to the bathroom," Lizzie managed to mumble and bolted down the hall into the female toilets. Miranda gave Gordo a look of 'I'll go and find out what's up' and ran after Lizzie.
Gordo continued walking down the hall, noticing out of the corner of his eye Larry Tudgeman walking his way.
"Gordo! What's doing ensign?" Tudgeman started, in his usual far out way. Gordo secretly had great respect for him, Tudgeman was proud of who he was and cared not what others thought; even to some extent more so than himself, which he felt was quite surprising.
"Tudgeman," Gordo greeted and nodded slightly.
"What's up with Lizzie eh? I just saw her run down the hall into the bathroom looking kinda weird," Tudgeman questioned.
"I don't know really, I think she could be sick," Gordo answered, quite honestly.
"Oh come on, she looked worse than Princess Leia watching Han Solo being trapped in carbonite," he stated. Tudgeman had a strange spin on life, always making analogies to some science-fiction film or series but in some sick way, it often made sense.
"Err- right. I really think she's just got the 'flu or something," Gordo insisted, even after considering Tudgeman's half attempt at linking Lizzie and himself to something more than a 'just friends' relationship.
"She had love sick written all over her just like-"
"Tudgeman she's just ill, get it? Sick?" Gordo said a little too loudly, attracting a few stares from bystanders.
"Whoa whoa Gordo! I was just making a Vulcan like observation," Tudgeman assured him, making his well-known Vulcan hand symbol. Gordo often understood what Tudgeman was getting at, even through many analogies but he suddenly became lost.
Tudgeman walked on as Gordo turned left into class, which was headed by none other than their favourite substitutes teacher, Mr. Sellers but known to the students as Mr. Dig.
Gordo began to think about what Tudgeman had just been talking about. He couldn't possibly know what he was talking about and besides, what had Gordo done to Lizzie to make her so uncomfortable. Once again, Gordo concluded that Lizzie was ill and he had nothing to do with it.
"Something wrong Mr. Gordon?" Mr. Dig asked, raising his eyes to the attention of Gordo, away from the newspaper he had been eagerly studying.
"No, nothing," Gordo replied.
"I saw Lizzie run past before, she looked kinda-"
"Don't say it! She's just sick! People come down with things!" Gordo protested.
"Hey! Settle down Gordo, take it easy," Mr. Dig replied, quite taken aback by his outburst.
Gordo sat down at his usual spot and waited for class to begin. He thought of Lizzie for a moment and sighed.
'Am I really that obvious? Does everyone know that I have this special little spot for Lizzie?' his mind asked him.
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking Mr. Gordon, then yes, yes you are that obvious," Mr. Dig said, smiling impishly.
Gordo rolled his eyes and sunk in his chair, 'how does he do stuff like that?' Gordo asked himself, but thought better of continuing when he noticed Mr. Dig's smirk.
The bell rang and more of the class sidled in, taking their seats. Lizzie and Miranda were not amongst them.
Gordo strolled casually down the central hall of Hillridge Junior High, giving people casual smiles and the occasional flick of the forearm in the universally known 'wave-hello'. The walls were lined with the ever- familiar metallic-grey lockers, some open, some with students leaning against them. Gordo didn't mind lockers, they weren't the prettiest thing to look at but at least they were practical, he had heard there were other schools that made one carry all one's books in one's bag all day long. He appreciated things like that, the ability to take a little bit of pressure of himself - literally. On the other hand, his mind was in turmoil. Combined with thoughts of Lizzie, Miranda, schoolwork, lockers and the picture of a gopher ahead.
"Gopher?" he said aloud to no one in particular.
Unexpectedly someone replied to him, it was Ethan Craft, the local dream guy, "yeah it seems we're changing our school mascot to a gopher," he said, "it was mostly my idea, I mean, look at it, who ain't gonna be stunned to see that?" and he nodded as he too examined the new banner at the end of the hall, displaying the 'Hillridge Junior High Gopher'.
Gordo had so many witty remarks fill his mind it was truly unimaginable but he merely patted Ethan's shoulder and walked on - it was too easy.
"Hey Gordon you didn't you didn't tell me what you thought of him," Ethan called out but Gordo pretended not to hear, there were more important things to be discussed with his best friends.
Lizzie and Miranda were as usual, standing outside his locker, chatting away about what Gordo knew to be 'Girl Talk'. He could tell by their serious stares at one another that whatever it was, was not for his ears. Lizzie was the first to notice him walking their way and nudged Miranda slightly so as to end their conversation; the slight nudge was their 'signal' to end things.
"Lizzie, Miranda," Gordo acknowledged, smiling in that trademark Gordo way.
"Hey Gordo," they both chimed in unison.
"I've been meaning to tell you," he said as he rummaged through books in his bag, exchanging things between the bag and the locker, "there's been this really weird girl-" but he wasn't given a chance to finish.
"Girl? What girl?" they both squealed, once again in unison.
"Stop doing that," Gordo bleated, "it's not what you're thinking. There's been this girl on a forum, on the 'Net that's really been acting stupid. Just this morning I read another one of her replies and she started ragging on me for being intelligent. What is it with girls these days?" he asked.
Lizzie was hit harder than a nuclear explosion and it showed. Her face suddenly flushed and her eyes bulged.
"Lizzie- Lizzie are you okay?" Miranda gaped.
"Yeah McGuire, what's gotten into you?" Gordo had noticed too, just as he completed swapping books and began to head down the hall. Both girls followed, on either side of him.
"Oh . it's nothing- I just realized that I forgot . I forgot that the-" but her thoughts were all over the place, she couldn't even lie properly.
"Err- okay Lizzie, what ever you say," Miranda said, nudging Gordo a little as if to give him a signal. He looked at her momentarily before speaking.
"You aren't sick or something are you McGuire?" he asked, feeling he'd probably hit the spot.
"No. No- I just need to go to the bathroom," Lizzie managed to mumble and bolted down the hall into the female toilets. Miranda gave Gordo a look of 'I'll go and find out what's up' and ran after Lizzie.
Gordo continued walking down the hall, noticing out of the corner of his eye Larry Tudgeman walking his way.
"Gordo! What's doing ensign?" Tudgeman started, in his usual far out way. Gordo secretly had great respect for him, Tudgeman was proud of who he was and cared not what others thought; even to some extent more so than himself, which he felt was quite surprising.
"Tudgeman," Gordo greeted and nodded slightly.
"What's up with Lizzie eh? I just saw her run down the hall into the bathroom looking kinda weird," Tudgeman questioned.
"I don't know really, I think she could be sick," Gordo answered, quite honestly.
"Oh come on, she looked worse than Princess Leia watching Han Solo being trapped in carbonite," he stated. Tudgeman had a strange spin on life, always making analogies to some science-fiction film or series but in some sick way, it often made sense.
"Err- right. I really think she's just got the 'flu or something," Gordo insisted, even after considering Tudgeman's half attempt at linking Lizzie and himself to something more than a 'just friends' relationship.
"She had love sick written all over her just like-"
"Tudgeman she's just ill, get it? Sick?" Gordo said a little too loudly, attracting a few stares from bystanders.
"Whoa whoa Gordo! I was just making a Vulcan like observation," Tudgeman assured him, making his well-known Vulcan hand symbol. Gordo often understood what Tudgeman was getting at, even through many analogies but he suddenly became lost.
Tudgeman walked on as Gordo turned left into class, which was headed by none other than their favourite substitutes teacher, Mr. Sellers but known to the students as Mr. Dig.
Gordo began to think about what Tudgeman had just been talking about. He couldn't possibly know what he was talking about and besides, what had Gordo done to Lizzie to make her so uncomfortable. Once again, Gordo concluded that Lizzie was ill and he had nothing to do with it.
"Something wrong Mr. Gordon?" Mr. Dig asked, raising his eyes to the attention of Gordo, away from the newspaper he had been eagerly studying.
"No, nothing," Gordo replied.
"I saw Lizzie run past before, she looked kinda-"
"Don't say it! She's just sick! People come down with things!" Gordo protested.
"Hey! Settle down Gordo, take it easy," Mr. Dig replied, quite taken aback by his outburst.
Gordo sat down at his usual spot and waited for class to begin. He thought of Lizzie for a moment and sighed.
'Am I really that obvious? Does everyone know that I have this special little spot for Lizzie?' his mind asked him.
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking Mr. Gordon, then yes, yes you are that obvious," Mr. Dig said, smiling impishly.
Gordo rolled his eyes and sunk in his chair, 'how does he do stuff like that?' Gordo asked himself, but thought better of continuing when he noticed Mr. Dig's smirk.
The bell rang and more of the class sidled in, taking their seats. Lizzie and Miranda were not amongst them.