Ok, have you guessed who is visiting Lizzie yet? If you have, good for you. If you haven't,
well, you'll know soon enough. I do not own Lizzie McGuire, but I now have Adam Lamberg tied up
in my basement! Wait, no I don't, I don't own anything besides myself! Though that would belong
to my mother. Man, I don't own anything!
*****
Chapter 8: A Chat with an Old Friend
(Lizzie)
"Yes, Lizzie, its me," said the visitor.
"Miranda!"I screamed as I ran over to my old friend. I gave her a huge hug, and she
handed me a lei."How are you? How's scholl? Where are you going to college?" I asked.
"Too many questions for my little brain. Did I miss the box opening?" she asked.
"Gordo and I did it an hour ago. Sorry." When I mentioned Gordo, a smile spread across
Miranda's face.
"Darn, I missed Gordo too. Oh well. Do you want to go find him?" she asked.
"Don't you want to talk a bit before we go?" I asked.
"Um, I guess," she said. Miranda sounded completely different. I guess that is what
four years in Mexico does to you, I thought." Well, the only good thing about Mexico are all
those fine Mexican boys."
" I guess you would've liked Rome then," I said.
"You went to Rome?" she asked.
"Yeah, after graduation in 03. It was weird. I became half of an Italian Pop group, met
a guy named Paolo, and slept on Gordo's shoulder on the plane."
"And you didn't e-mail me this because..."
"Well, you had a thing for Gordo, and I thought you'd react like a crazy person."
"Probably. Well, my thing for Gordo is over. Mainly because I don't really know him
anymore, because I moved, and met Roberto..."
"Who the hell is Roberto?" I asked.
(Gordo)
After I waited for Lizzie to come over for an hour, I had decided that she probably
wasnt't coming. I decided to look through one of my old journals. I walked to my room, and
pulled out a black, leather notebook that said "Eighth Grade Journal" on it.
I opened it to the next to last entry:
May 25, 2003
We were in the quad taking pictures today. I bet you will never guess what happened. Well, I
was still thinking of something else to write in Lizzie's yearbook when Lizzie came out of
nowhere, and said."Gordo, you've had my yearbook for, like, a month."
me : "I know." Then Chelsea asked me to sign her yearbook. Afterwards, our principal asked us
to take a picture. Then, Lizzie said something like :" Gordo, promise me we'll always be
friends, no matter what during high school." I responded, "Don't worry, I got your back." And
while the photographer was taking the picture, she kissed me."
Yeah, I didn't have her back all through high school. She still doesn't trust me for
what I did, I thought. I wouldn't trust me either. Then, the door bell rang.
"Hey, Gordo, look who came back from Mexico," said Lizzie.
"Miranda! I see you didn't drink the water," I replied as I gave her a hug.
"Very funny, David," said Miranda.
(Miranda)
Oh my G-d, I thought, I've been away from him for four years, and I still love him!
Lizzie can't know, but I have to tell Gordo, tonight. But how? Him hugging me was the best
thing in the world. He grew so much. He was taller than me then. He looks the same, perfect in
everyway. ( A/N You see, us Adam fans aren't the only obsessed ones! sorry, I'll shut up now)
The only thing that sucked was that they- Lizzie and Gordo- where an item. I am a
genius, I thought. Lizzie barely trusts him now (A/N Lizzie told Miranda the whole story while
Gordo was in Gordoland reading his journal. Just hought you needed a plot update!) so, I can
screw up their relationship, and gain one for myself. The plan was perfect, but it seemed too
perfect to work.
*****
You all are going to hate me, sorry. But, remember Lizzie and Gordo are at the synagogue and
they're gonna get married. So, it can't be that horribly awful. In the time that has past since
sup3r-manz-gurli has posted my fic and I have written it, I have found a way to make Adam all
mine! HA HA HA HA HA! (have you noticed every single chapter I write has ended with Ha HA Ha
Ha? There it ends again!)

See see! ff.net goers are going to want my head on their walls!