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David Zephyr "Gordo" Gordon was a soon to be Junior at Hillridge High school. It was your average public school, the same brats, the same jocks, the same druggies, the same smart ones, and the same socially inept rejects. Everything was the same; everything that is except for this was the one school, blessed to have Elizabeth Brooke McGuire roaming its halls.
Lizzie McGuire wasn't what you'd call popular; she had her close circle of friends, and tended not to associate with any one group. She was perfect in every way; even in the way she tended to really prove the blonde stereotypes. Gordo loved her with every fiber of his being. Yet, he couldn't stand her at the same time. The way she was so clueless to things sometimes, how she ran to Miranda with more problems, how she was too perfect to be real, and how much Gordo loved her. He hated her because he loved her. He knew he could never get close like he wanted; she was too far away from him for that.
Over the years, Gordo had grown into a much taller, more muscular man. He'd done it all for Lizzie, yet she still hadn't noticed him. Gordo could never imagine his life without Lizzie McGuire, now he was beginning to surmise, when he'd have to let her go.
Gordo got out of bed that morning, puzzled over his dream. It'd been a dream in which he'd killed his two best friends. He'd murdered them. He never really delved into his dreams. This time however, he had an odd feeling, he felt strangely sinister, and malicious. It almost felt good inside. It scared Gordo, that he could feel such malevolence inside of him.
Gordo walked to the bathroom, took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. He then walked to his bedroom and threw on some clothes. A quick swipe through his mop of curls and he was ready.
Gordo bounded down the steps like always, and grabbed his keys from the peg on the wall. "Mom, I'm going to Lizzie's!" Gordo yelled into the kitchen, where he knew his mother would be drinking coffee and reading the paper, like always.
"Alright hon, just call and let me know if you guys decide to do anything." He heard his mother say. Every time he heard her speak, he could hear the resentment in her voice. She still hadn't forgiven him for not applying himself. He could be in college right now, but he'd stayed behind, for his friends. What she didn't know was that he done it for himself too. He couldn't handle being around people of his intelligence level. It was always a contest for him. That was back in the days when he cared, when he felt.
Gordo walked out to his car, got in, and drove the short drive to Miranda's. He knew Lizzie would want her there, for whatever it was they were going to end up doing. Gordo arrived at Miranda's house in record time. He walked up to the door and banged on it, knowing that Miranda's parents were in Mexico "visiting family." He heard what sounded like a large elephant fall down the stairs, and then he saw the door abruptly open in front of him.
"What?" He heard a very tired, and grumpy Miranda ask. She then opened her eyes and saw who it was. "Hey Gordo!" She said, a little bit more cheery. Gordo knew it wasn't derisive either. His friends had always been honest with him. He smiled at her.
"Miranda, are you going to let me in?" Gordo said in mock impatience. She smiled at him, and then benevolently opened the door. Gordo laughed at the situation. Miranda was standing in her cute although small pajamas. She looked down quickly and turned bright crimson.
"I'll be back Gordo." She ran up the stairs, and he could soon hear the shower running. "Eh, might as well make myself comfortable." Gordo thought. He plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. He flipped through what seemed to be 800 channels, 800 times, before he heard the shower turn off.
"I'll be right down Gordo." Miranda yelled from the stairs, and Gordo shut off the TV, preparing to leave. He looked around for the phone, since he wanted to call Lizzie and make sure she could do something. He picked up the phone, and dialed in Lizzie's all too familiar phone number. It rang a few times before Gordo finally heard the noise of someone picking up on the other end.
"Hello?" The beautifully sweet female voice said. It was Lizzie. Gordo could feel his hands get clammy. He always felt this way when he talked to her on the phone. It was much easier to spill one of your secrets over the phone than it was in person.
"Hey Lizzie! It's Gordo, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me and Miranda today?" Gordo sat down on the sofa, impatiently waiting. Waiting for Miranda, waiting for Lizzie. He was impatient with just plain waiting.
"Of course Gordo!" Lizzie squealed. "I was actually just gonna call Miranda." She laughed. Gordo faintly smiled. "How about you guys come pick me up in like 10 minutes? I won't have time to put on makeup, but that's all right. I'm forcing you to let us chill at your house until such a time when I can put it on." Lizzie giggled again. Gordo could almost see the smile on her face.
"Fine McGuire. Whatever you say." Gordo said. "We'll see you then okay? Oh, and bring yourself a bathing suit along with your regular stuff."
"Okay Gordo, see ya!" Lizzie said. The phone clicked off. Gordo usually always had a plan, but right now he didn't have much of one. The only thing he knew was that today he would ask Lizzie how she really felt about him and her...together. She'd given him a kiss or two yes, but those never really went anywhere. Today was the day; he'd either form a new bond between them, or break all that was once there. A/N: Woo! First Chapter finished! I actually really like this chapter. =) Ya'll gotta tell me what you think though okay? I'm still looking for my beta. In case anyone was wondering.
David Zephyr "Gordo" Gordon was a soon to be Junior at Hillridge High school. It was your average public school, the same brats, the same jocks, the same druggies, the same smart ones, and the same socially inept rejects. Everything was the same; everything that is except for this was the one school, blessed to have Elizabeth Brooke McGuire roaming its halls.
Lizzie McGuire wasn't what you'd call popular; she had her close circle of friends, and tended not to associate with any one group. She was perfect in every way; even in the way she tended to really prove the blonde stereotypes. Gordo loved her with every fiber of his being. Yet, he couldn't stand her at the same time. The way she was so clueless to things sometimes, how she ran to Miranda with more problems, how she was too perfect to be real, and how much Gordo loved her. He hated her because he loved her. He knew he could never get close like he wanted; she was too far away from him for that.
Over the years, Gordo had grown into a much taller, more muscular man. He'd done it all for Lizzie, yet she still hadn't noticed him. Gordo could never imagine his life without Lizzie McGuire, now he was beginning to surmise, when he'd have to let her go.
Gordo got out of bed that morning, puzzled over his dream. It'd been a dream in which he'd killed his two best friends. He'd murdered them. He never really delved into his dreams. This time however, he had an odd feeling, he felt strangely sinister, and malicious. It almost felt good inside. It scared Gordo, that he could feel such malevolence inside of him.
Gordo walked to the bathroom, took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. He then walked to his bedroom and threw on some clothes. A quick swipe through his mop of curls and he was ready.
Gordo bounded down the steps like always, and grabbed his keys from the peg on the wall. "Mom, I'm going to Lizzie's!" Gordo yelled into the kitchen, where he knew his mother would be drinking coffee and reading the paper, like always.
"Alright hon, just call and let me know if you guys decide to do anything." He heard his mother say. Every time he heard her speak, he could hear the resentment in her voice. She still hadn't forgiven him for not applying himself. He could be in college right now, but he'd stayed behind, for his friends. What she didn't know was that he done it for himself too. He couldn't handle being around people of his intelligence level. It was always a contest for him. That was back in the days when he cared, when he felt.
Gordo walked out to his car, got in, and drove the short drive to Miranda's. He knew Lizzie would want her there, for whatever it was they were going to end up doing. Gordo arrived at Miranda's house in record time. He walked up to the door and banged on it, knowing that Miranda's parents were in Mexico "visiting family." He heard what sounded like a large elephant fall down the stairs, and then he saw the door abruptly open in front of him.
"What?" He heard a very tired, and grumpy Miranda ask. She then opened her eyes and saw who it was. "Hey Gordo!" She said, a little bit more cheery. Gordo knew it wasn't derisive either. His friends had always been honest with him. He smiled at her.
"Miranda, are you going to let me in?" Gordo said in mock impatience. She smiled at him, and then benevolently opened the door. Gordo laughed at the situation. Miranda was standing in her cute although small pajamas. She looked down quickly and turned bright crimson.
"I'll be back Gordo." She ran up the stairs, and he could soon hear the shower running. "Eh, might as well make myself comfortable." Gordo thought. He plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. He flipped through what seemed to be 800 channels, 800 times, before he heard the shower turn off.
"I'll be right down Gordo." Miranda yelled from the stairs, and Gordo shut off the TV, preparing to leave. He looked around for the phone, since he wanted to call Lizzie and make sure she could do something. He picked up the phone, and dialed in Lizzie's all too familiar phone number. It rang a few times before Gordo finally heard the noise of someone picking up on the other end.
"Hello?" The beautifully sweet female voice said. It was Lizzie. Gordo could feel his hands get clammy. He always felt this way when he talked to her on the phone. It was much easier to spill one of your secrets over the phone than it was in person.
"Hey Lizzie! It's Gordo, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me and Miranda today?" Gordo sat down on the sofa, impatiently waiting. Waiting for Miranda, waiting for Lizzie. He was impatient with just plain waiting.
"Of course Gordo!" Lizzie squealed. "I was actually just gonna call Miranda." She laughed. Gordo faintly smiled. "How about you guys come pick me up in like 10 minutes? I won't have time to put on makeup, but that's all right. I'm forcing you to let us chill at your house until such a time when I can put it on." Lizzie giggled again. Gordo could almost see the smile on her face.
"Fine McGuire. Whatever you say." Gordo said. "We'll see you then okay? Oh, and bring yourself a bathing suit along with your regular stuff."
"Okay Gordo, see ya!" Lizzie said. The phone clicked off. Gordo usually always had a plan, but right now he didn't have much of one. The only thing he knew was that today he would ask Lizzie how she really felt about him and her...together. She'd given him a kiss or two yes, but those never really went anywhere. Today was the day; he'd either form a new bond between them, or break all that was once there. A/N: Woo! First Chapter finished! I actually really like this chapter. =) Ya'll gotta tell me what you think though okay? I'm still looking for my beta. In case anyone was wondering.
