Chapter Ten: What Dreams are Made Of

Lizzie woke abruptly. Her eyes opened quickly and her ears met the roar of an airplane. She sat up frantically, weary eyes looking around. Her heart was pounding and sweat was pouring down her beet red face. Something just didn't feel right. But as she searched in her brain for anything useful, she realized something.

It was all a dream.

She stood up, shocked. It had all seemed so real. But it had been a dream. Well, more like a nightmare except for the ending. She was on a plane home from Rome, that's all. Just last night, she had kissed Gordo on the rooftop of their hotel.

Gordo.

Lizzie looked around for him. Ethan was sleeping a few rows behind her beside Kate who was reading a magazine. Miss Ungermeyer was chatting on her cellphone. Lizzie heard the name "Sergei" escape her lips.

"Lizzie!"

Lizzie turned. Coming from the bathroom was Gordo. She smiled at him. He smiled back. It was good old Gordo, her good friend, her best friend. That's all he was, right?

Gordo approached her. "You sleep well?"

The two sat back down in their seats. Lizzie sighed. "I had a pretty unique dream." She looked at Gordo. "You wanna hear about it?"

"Sure," he answered, giving her an understanding smile.

So Lizzie told him about the dream as they flew across the Atlantic. She went into great detail; it was almost as if she was reading it to him from a book. As she approached the part about the mall, Gordo's eyes widened and his heart soared. He knew if that ever did happen, he would still love her. He loved her now. He had to tell her.

When the ending finally rolled around, and Lizzie was out of breath, Gordo felt as if his head was spinning. There was a long silence, and then he looked Lizzie directly in the eyes. Both of their hearts skipped a beat and they both felt something totally foreign to them.

It was love.

"Lizzie," Gordo whispered, inching closer towards her. "I never want to lose you as a friend. But I want to be more than your friend."

Lizzie smiled. "Same here."

Gordo got even closer, feeling her breathe slowly. "I love you, Lizzie McGuire."

She felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I love you, too, Gordo."

And then their lips touched as they shared a wonderful moment. They kissed softly but heartfelt as the plane soared over the New Jersey coast. As they began to pull away, they didn't. It was what they both had been waiting for.

And right there and then they knew: This was what dreams are made of.