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HILARY AND DISNEY TALKING AGAIN?

Only a week after negotiations between the parties broke down, The Wall Street Journal is reporting that the Disney Corporation is ready to begin talks again with Hilary Duff's representatives about the possibility of her playing Lizzie McGuire again, perhaps in a prime-time ABC-TV show.

Cross your fingers, everybody!

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I tossed around under the covers, unable to sleep. It was too hot. I reached on my nightstand for something to hold my hair up, but no such luck. I just lyed there for a moment, wondering if it was hot enough that I should drag myself out of bed to get a hair tie or if I could just deal.

I decided to get out and find one. I fell off my bed, literally, dragging my sheets along with me. I untangled myself and stood up.

What was I looking for again?

Oh yeah. Hair tie.

I rummaged through a small box I kept on my desk and found one. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and crawled back under the covers. I thought about Gordo, about how good it had felt lying in his arms, and how I he had no idea.

I don't know exactly WHEN I fell for my best friend. All I knew was that one day I was talking to him and had the sudden urge to kiss him. And I would have done it, too, if Lizzie hadn't walked up right then. And I was glad she did.



*You wake up one day, and everything changes

You cross and line and theres no turning back

You're caught between the love and the danger

Its hard to leave a heart so open to that.*

I was gazing out the window when I saw it. I jumped up in surprise and rushed to the window.

A falling star.

I had never in my life seen a falling star. What? you say. Never? you say. Nope. Guess I was never in the right place at the right time. A stood there just staring for a second. Then I remembered: aren't you supposed to make a wish on falling stars? Of course!

I squeezed my eyes shut.



*You wish...Every time a star falls from the sky

You wish...That he'd feel the way you feel inside

You hope and you pray, keep it all locked away

As you see yourself lost in his kiss...You wish*

"Please...falling star. Please, please, please let Gordo notice me. I mean, I already know Gordo notices me...but I want him to notice me as something more than as a friend. I know that at this very moment Gordo is probably wishing for Lizzie to notice him, and I don't want to be selfish, but...I love him so much and it hurts so bad. So please...make him love me?"



*Late at night

You wonder what he's thinking of

It's killing you

And all that's true

Is you're falling deeper in love

You wish...Everytime a star falls from the sky

You wish...That he'd feel the way you feel inside

You hope and you pray, keep it all locked away

As you see yourself lost in his kiss...You wish*

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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and strange happy (a rare emotion for me lately). Another surprise was that my mom was home. And she was COOKING BREAKFAST!

"Mom," I said, coming down the stairs and staring at her a she poured batter into the waffle iron, "What- what are you doing?"

"Making breafast," Mom said. She sighed. "Don't tell me its that surprising!"

"Yes. It is." I grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite. "I'm sorry but I don't have time for breakfast. I have to go catch the bus!"

Mom stared at me strangely. "The bus? Isn't Gordo picking you up?"

I paused. I wish. Gordo, who had already turned sixteen, had a car, and picked Lizzie up every morning, using the excuse that she was 'on the way'. It was obvious why he was really picking her up.

"No...I don't think so." I finished the bacon and picked up my backpack.

"Oh..." Mom said, looking deep in thought, "Are you two...having problems?"

Is the fact that I was inlove with a helplessly oblivious, but still adorable, huy a problem? "No," I said. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I sat down my backpack and opened it.

"Gordo?"

Indeed it was Gordo. He smiled and...slipped his hands around my waist?! And before I knew what was happening, Gordo face came towards mine and we were kissing!

Pinch me, I must have been dreaming. Yes, that was it. I simply hadn't woken up yet. Any minute the unkind alarm clock will wake me from this wonderful, wonderful dream and I'll be forced to face the harsh, waffle-less, GORDO-less reality.

We finally parted. He kissed the tip of my nose lightly. "Mornin' beautiful...Mrs. Sanchez, do I smell bacon?"

"Indeedy. And pancakes."

Gordo grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the kitchen, where he proceeded to fill his plate with pancakes and bacon. Yes, this person looked like Gordo, sounded like Gordo...ATE like Gordo...but it couldn't be Gordo! In one breath he just kissed me, and then in the next he inquired about bacon. Like the kissing was an ordinary, everyday occurance.

I wish.

I was still in a state of (happy) confusion when I found myself sitting next to Gordo in his warm, comfy black Beemer converible. Pretty sweet for a first car. His parents were loaded, though you'd never know by talking to Gordo. He was the sweetest, most down-to-Earth guy in the world.

"Ready to go?"

"You betccha!" I said, buckling my seatbelt. Buckle up for safety. Although I couldn't get hurt, sicne none of this was real. I could just out of the car, and I'd probably land in a big bowl of tapioca pudding with a poodle that spoke Japenese. Because it was a dream, a dream...

Suddenly I remembered the wish I had made the night before. I mean, this night, since I was still asleep in my bed. Maybe, MAYBE...no. Wishes DON'T come true. I know that sounds pessimistic, but THESE kinds of wishes don't just come true like magic.

Do they?

NO. They don't. Its just...not...normal.

Oh no. There goes the N word again. Normal. Now I'm going to have to belive that this IS true because under the Sanchez Rule of Normality, EVERYTHING is normal, including this weird, alternate universe, wishy thing.

So Gordo was my boyfriend.

I couldn't complain. Actually, I was ecstatic. I leaned over at a stop light and kissed him hard and long on the lips. He stared at me. A small smile crept on his lips. "What was that for?"

I smiled back. "Because I love you."

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