Chapter Three: The Girl Gordo Almost Married
David stood on his balcony, clutching his cordless phone to his ear. For some reason, he longed to hear her voice. The voice of the woman of his dreams. Lizzie McGuire.
"H-H-Hello? David?"
David suddenly jumped at the sound of her soft voice. "Elizabeth! Hi! How are you?" It came all out in a jumble.
"I'm good," she said back, seeming really nervous. "How are you? What have you been up to?"
David could only smile. Suddenly, he wasn't David Gordon, owner of Vision Tech Inc., designing his own video cameras. He was good old Gordo, the reliable, smart, same Gordo, the one who had fallen in love with Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, Lizzie McGuire.
He finally spoke up. "I'm fine, thanks." He paused for a moment, looking around. "So, your mom told me you were coming home. I ran into her at the Digital Bean the other day."
"The Digital Bean? Why would you be there?"
David walked back into his house and shut the screen door. "I was getting some shots of kids for some ads."
Elizabeth tried to raise her voice on the other end. "Are you a director?"
"Nope," David replied. "I have my own company. We design video cameras."
A few blocks away, Elizabeth paced her kitchen, just like she used to, listening to David talk about his company. She was glad he wasn't bringing up their "wedding."
"I heard all about you," David said, his voice drifting in her pierced ear. "How's life as a queen like?"
Elizabeth began to laugh. "I'm not a queen yet. Not until Jeu's dad passes on." She stopped a second. "I have a son, you know."
Suddenly, David's heart dropped. A vision of seventh grade hit his head hard. A project had been assigned were he and Elizabeth had to be a married couple. She was a lawyer and he was a garbage man. He hadn't minded it that much, actually. He never said that of course.
"Hello? Earth to Gordo!"
Elizabeth laughed then, noticing what she had just said. David chuckled along with her. It felt good to be doing that again.
"Sorry," Elizabeth giggled, walking into the foyer and up the stairs. "Habit, I guess."
David didn't mind. "It's fine. I like when someone remembers I was Gordo, Lizzie." They both laughed.
Elizabeth pushed open the door to her old bedroom. When she saw the inside, her mouth dropped open. Nothing had changed about it. It was that it had never been changed that scared her a little. The walls were white with pictures and posters all over. The bed was pink and purple; the sofa was even cleaner than the last time she had seen it. Her old sound-soother sat on top of her television. The purple stain on the carpet from where Matt had spilled grape soda when he had to sleep a week in her room was still there, too.
"Are you still there Elizabeth?" David's voice came into play.
"Uh, yea," she said, still looking around. Then she smiled. "But please, call me Lizzie."
David stood on his balcony, clutching his cordless phone to his ear. For some reason, he longed to hear her voice. The voice of the woman of his dreams. Lizzie McGuire.
"H-H-Hello? David?"
David suddenly jumped at the sound of her soft voice. "Elizabeth! Hi! How are you?" It came all out in a jumble.
"I'm good," she said back, seeming really nervous. "How are you? What have you been up to?"
David could only smile. Suddenly, he wasn't David Gordon, owner of Vision Tech Inc., designing his own video cameras. He was good old Gordo, the reliable, smart, same Gordo, the one who had fallen in love with Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, Lizzie McGuire.
He finally spoke up. "I'm fine, thanks." He paused for a moment, looking around. "So, your mom told me you were coming home. I ran into her at the Digital Bean the other day."
"The Digital Bean? Why would you be there?"
David walked back into his house and shut the screen door. "I was getting some shots of kids for some ads."
Elizabeth tried to raise her voice on the other end. "Are you a director?"
"Nope," David replied. "I have my own company. We design video cameras."
A few blocks away, Elizabeth paced her kitchen, just like she used to, listening to David talk about his company. She was glad he wasn't bringing up their "wedding."
"I heard all about you," David said, his voice drifting in her pierced ear. "How's life as a queen like?"
Elizabeth began to laugh. "I'm not a queen yet. Not until Jeu's dad passes on." She stopped a second. "I have a son, you know."
Suddenly, David's heart dropped. A vision of seventh grade hit his head hard. A project had been assigned were he and Elizabeth had to be a married couple. She was a lawyer and he was a garbage man. He hadn't minded it that much, actually. He never said that of course.
"Hello? Earth to Gordo!"
Elizabeth laughed then, noticing what she had just said. David chuckled along with her. It felt good to be doing that again.
"Sorry," Elizabeth giggled, walking into the foyer and up the stairs. "Habit, I guess."
David didn't mind. "It's fine. I like when someone remembers I was Gordo, Lizzie." They both laughed.
Elizabeth pushed open the door to her old bedroom. When she saw the inside, her mouth dropped open. Nothing had changed about it. It was that it had never been changed that scared her a little. The walls were white with pictures and posters all over. The bed was pink and purple; the sofa was even cleaner than the last time she had seen it. Her old sound-soother sat on top of her television. The purple stain on the carpet from where Matt had spilled grape soda when he had to sleep a week in her room was still there, too.
"Are you still there Elizabeth?" David's voice came into play.
"Uh, yea," she said, still looking around. Then she smiled. "But please, call me Lizzie."
