[Disclaimer: What'chu talkin' bout? I don't own no Lizzie McGuire, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, Lizzie, Gordo, Hilary, Adam, Rome, Italy, Disney Channel...WOW, I don't own anything! I am just a poor 13 year old sucker with a love with Lizzie/Gordo-ness. So there you go.

A few notes to some reviewers:

KarasumaFirestorm: Topped myself? Aww, thank you so much! And I'm relieved to see I'm not the only one who likes my own writing, heh.

Kobe-Mac: Thank you very much. :)

GordosGirlie: Heyy, no more waiting...the next chapter is here! I hope you like it!

lilyofthevalley: Hmm...actually, I read over a couple parts of chapter 9, and he does sound kinda conceited, doesn't he? Oops. Well, Gordo does have an inflated ego sometimes during the series. Like when he takes all the credit for the brain project at the end of Jack of All Trades. And when he's hogging all the clues in . Yeah, but I'll still try to tone it down, heh. In other news, thanks for liking my story!

Onto the story.]

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Whether I woke up this morning with a smile due to my own instinctual happiness, or because of everything Lizzie said last night, I didn't know. But my smile disappeared pretty quickly when I woke up and saw her practically rolling on the floor laughing.

What's so funny? I asked, lowering my eyebrows. She was able to control herself for a second just to answer my question.

You just had the most ridiculous grin on your face, she said as she erupted into another bout of laughter.

Great to see I amuse you, I said as I flipped the covers off of myself and walked towards the bathroom. My desperate attempt at sounding offended. I locked myself in there, as Lizzie's incessant giggling carried through the door.

When everyone else made fun of me, I got angry. But when Lizzie made fun of me...it was different. I was actually able to laugh at myself, something I didn't do very often. She just brought out this quality in me that was so different from my usual self. And I tried to suppress it. Because I knew that if I showed it, she'd know I was not being myself. And believe me, the last thing I want is Lizzie suspecting anything. She was really the persistent, go-getter type, when she wanted to be. My front was just not strong enough for the Lizzie interrogation. She'd wear me down in a minute.

I stared back at myself in the mirror. God, I looked horrible. I think my hair has a mind of its own these days. And I had these hideous bags underneath my eyes from my lack of sleep in the last few nights. And the stain-ridden shirt I'd worn to bed was in worse condition than usual. Before I could peruse my own face for more defects, I quickly changed, and knocked on the door.

Just a sec! she yelled back to me. I leaned back onto the sink and groaned. Only Lizzie. Okay, you can come out now!

And so I did. And without boring you with details, it was basically a repeat of last night. Except today, she was back to her normal, uncomfortable' clothes. Tight red shirt, tight blue jeans, severely tight ponytail. Everything was just so...tight. Well, tight in the way Merriam-Webster defines tight', not tight' like how Ethan would use it. But still, she looked so..I can't describe it. She just had this magnetism, and it was so...attractive.

I can't believe I just called my best friend attractive'. Isn't this what I've been trying to avoid my entire life?

~*~*~FLASHBACK*~*~*~

August of 1994. Only a couple weeks before 1st grade began, and Lizzie and I were trying to make the best of it. She was over my house, and my 17 year old cousin Rachel was babysitting. I'm not into labels, and I never was, but she was a self-proclaimed punk. I later realized that if you label yourself something, it probably means that you want to be that, not necessarily that you already are.

But that was a little overanalytical even for my 6 year old brain-- so I just accepted it. Lizzie, did, too, for the most part. Except she'd always ask Rachel why she had an earring in her nose.

So we started to play Hide and Go Seek one day, while Rachel blasted her Weezer tape in a room nearby.

I'll be It! I yelled.

Lizziee yelled back, and ran off.

I don't mean to brag when I say my house is huge. Really, though, there are about a million places you could hide, and I know most of them. Besides, Lizzie always hid in the cabinet under the sink in my parents' bathroom. Even as a 6 year old, I figured her out pretty quickly.

I closed my eyes and started counting.



And I had barely gotten up to 15 when a voice nearby started screaming.

' the shrill voice shrieked. GORDO, WHERE ARE YOU?

I yelled back. Is that you?

Quickly enough, Lizzie had located me, practically in tears.

What happened, Lizzie?

I got really scared, Gordo. And I missed you, she sniffled. We both plopped down on the bean bag chair together. I hugged her for what seemed like forever until she calmed down. Suddenly, she began to cry again. I felled and hurt my knee, Gordo. She pulled up her pant leg, and there was, in fact, a big reddish-purple bruise.

I said nothing. All I did was bend my head down and kiss it.

Little did I know Rachel had been standing in the doorway the whole time, watching our little scene. Later, after Lizzie had left, she started laughing.

Why you laughing, Rachel? I questioned of her.

Realize this now, David...you and Lizzie are going to get married one day. And you're going to spend your entire lives together.

Nu uh! I protested. I'm gonna marry the pink Power Ranger!!

Sure you are, David. Sure you are.

And I spent the rest of the day angry at her for thinking that Lizzie and I were going to get married. I still thought all girls were icky, let alone a girl that I'd only thought of as a friend my whole life...Lizzie.

~*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*~

While I was thinking back to these days even before elementary school, Lizzie and I were walking out towards our tour bus. The day was finally here, the day we set off for adventures in Rome. Being in Rome was nice, but this here was what it was all about.

I guess I'll just have to put my hate for tour groups aside for the moment.

As we hopped onto the bus and into a couple of seats, Lizzie and I smiled at each other....

Why did that keep happening?

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[A/N: Dang, I wrote this fast. I'm actually on a break from doing my book reports right now, and I really ought to get back to that. So here you go, yet another installment of QU.

Well, okay, it didn't actually take me this quick to write this whole thing. I wrote most of the flashback sequence a few weeks ago, heh. But it was still pretty quick.

Pleaseee lemme know what you think: please review. THANKS!]