Discalmier: Don't own Lizzie McGuire. I only own Carly and Nick.
Chapter One: Punk "Princess"?
Gordo heard the front door slam and a backpack thunk to the floor. "Carly? Is that you, sweetie?" Carly was his seventeen year old daughter whom he loved more than anything, except his wife, Lizzie. "Oh, what? Yeah." answered an absent minded Carly Gordon. "Hey, honey." He said appering in the doorway, "how was your day?" "Fine, just..yea." she hoisted her bag over her shoulder. "Where's Mom?" "At work. She'll be home at 4:30. It's four now." "Yeeahh." she said, "About that. Me and my friends are gonna be hangin' out so, um, be back..later?" "Car," he told her, "we would love to have our baby at dinner tonight. Your mother and I feel we haven't seen to much of you lately." He rasied his eyebrows. "Yea, Dad, but uh, I kinda promised so..you know..maybe some other time.." "Uh, okay, princess. I'll just give you a ride and then." "Daddy, I'm 17 years old, I can drive." She stared him in the eyes. "Yes, I know, Car, but," he stammered. "If you say I'll always be your baby one more time, I swear I'm gonna hurl." And with that she slammed the door behind her.
Gordo sighed and walked back into the kitchen. Carly would always be his baby, always. They were so excitied when she came and that she looked like Gordo. Long black curly hair, and ocean blue eyes. It was so hard for he and Lizzie to see her go. Lately it had been just this way, just him and Lizzie, always worrying about where their daughter could be. Somehow, though, she always manged to be there in the morning, but she was up by six and out by seven.
Just then Lizzie walked in. He smiled at her. "How's my favorite girl?" asked her, pulling her into a deep kiss. She laughed. "Well, I'm okay now that my favorite boy is here. How our favorite girl?" she asked him. He sighed, "Three guesses." "Oh no." she sighed. "'Fraid so, sweetie." She looked into her eyes. She was beginning to cry. "I hardly ever get to see my own daughter anymore! Oh, Gordo, I worry about her so much. Where is she, I wonder, is she okay? And.and then she comes home and I just want to wrap my arms around her and hug her, but then she smarts off at me and goes away to..oh! I don't know where! Oh, Gordo!" she sobbed. "I know, I worry too. But you know, you can always wrap your arms around me." And she did.
* Sorry so boring! It will get better! I promise! Just please tell me what you thought and maybe some ideas in case of writer's block! So just r/r but be nice! Sry next one will be longer! Thanx! ~lmz_23~*
Chapter One: Punk "Princess"?
Gordo heard the front door slam and a backpack thunk to the floor. "Carly? Is that you, sweetie?" Carly was his seventeen year old daughter whom he loved more than anything, except his wife, Lizzie. "Oh, what? Yeah." answered an absent minded Carly Gordon. "Hey, honey." He said appering in the doorway, "how was your day?" "Fine, just..yea." she hoisted her bag over her shoulder. "Where's Mom?" "At work. She'll be home at 4:30. It's four now." "Yeeahh." she said, "About that. Me and my friends are gonna be hangin' out so, um, be back..later?" "Car," he told her, "we would love to have our baby at dinner tonight. Your mother and I feel we haven't seen to much of you lately." He rasied his eyebrows. "Yea, Dad, but uh, I kinda promised so..you know..maybe some other time.." "Uh, okay, princess. I'll just give you a ride and then." "Daddy, I'm 17 years old, I can drive." She stared him in the eyes. "Yes, I know, Car, but," he stammered. "If you say I'll always be your baby one more time, I swear I'm gonna hurl." And with that she slammed the door behind her.
Gordo sighed and walked back into the kitchen. Carly would always be his baby, always. They were so excitied when she came and that she looked like Gordo. Long black curly hair, and ocean blue eyes. It was so hard for he and Lizzie to see her go. Lately it had been just this way, just him and Lizzie, always worrying about where their daughter could be. Somehow, though, she always manged to be there in the morning, but she was up by six and out by seven.
Just then Lizzie walked in. He smiled at her. "How's my favorite girl?" asked her, pulling her into a deep kiss. She laughed. "Well, I'm okay now that my favorite boy is here. How our favorite girl?" she asked him. He sighed, "Three guesses." "Oh no." she sighed. "'Fraid so, sweetie." She looked into her eyes. She was beginning to cry. "I hardly ever get to see my own daughter anymore! Oh, Gordo, I worry about her so much. Where is she, I wonder, is she okay? And.and then she comes home and I just want to wrap my arms around her and hug her, but then she smarts off at me and goes away to..oh! I don't know where! Oh, Gordo!" she sobbed. "I know, I worry too. But you know, you can always wrap your arms around me." And she did.
* Sorry so boring! It will get better! I promise! Just please tell me what you thought and maybe some ideas in case of writer's block! So just r/r but be nice! Sry next one will be longer! Thanx! ~lmz_23~*
