Disclaimer: Yah....I own Lizzie McGuire.....that's why I'm writing a Fan Fiction....

A/N: I know the last chapter was fairly short, but I was blocked from writing.....hence the name writer's block.

Touchdown

The car ride home was anything less than subtle. Lizzie sat in the back, not wanting to risk a fight with her mom if they communicated. Bad idea that was. Lizzie's mom decided to drive about 20 miles per hour on the highway, while taking a quick glance in the rear review mirror every 10 or so seconds. It was one of those looks, where you know you're in trouble, like when your mom has to put her chin towards her chest so she could see you above the glasses frame; that look indicated you were in for it. Lizzie's mom pulled into their driveway, and Lizzie hopped out on autopilot. She didn't bother answering her mom when she called her name. She just flung the front door open, ran up the stairs, and threw herself onto her bed after slamming the door shut.

Lizzie tried to concentrate on anything except what had happened an hour ago. But Gordo's forceful words echoed through her mind. "Don't you dare come running back to me", "I never want to speak to you again". Had Gordo, her Gordo really said all those horrible things. Maybe this was a dream, and she'd wake up and everything would be back to normal. Lizzie hadn't noticed, but thick layers of tears blanketed her cheeks. "Haven't I cried enough this week? My tear ducts must be on empty!" Lizzie thought. She lay down and pulled up a heart shaped pillow her and Miranda had bought together. She felt a jolt of anger surge through her arms, and without a seconds notice, she threw the pillow across her room, and it flung violently against the wall, hitting a picture frame with her, Miranda, and Gordo from the day Lizzie went to New York. Things had changed. They had to. That's what high school was for.

"And it's ok if I change my friends, too," Lizzie said as she stalked across the room, picking up the discarded items. She found some old boxes packed away in her closet. She opened them up and began filling them with belongings that had anything to do with Gordo or Miranda. In less than 30 minutes, the 3 boxes were filled and duck-tapped and packed tightly in Lizzie's walk-in closet, while Lizzie lay in her bed, with the blinds closed in her room, crying herself to sleep.

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Gordo sat in his room, at his computer desk and logged into his personal journal. He frantically opened a new record and began typing.

Gordo's Journal Entry

Journal: Honestly, could things get more screwed up? I though Julia and I were in love. I though we would last. I never though that Lizzie would be the reason we would have to end all that. How the hell did Julia know? She told me at the party, Lizzie would interfere in all the wrong ways, and that it wasn't worth loosing each other to be her friend. Why the hell didn't I listen? Am I so damned naïve? That I would risk loosing what means the most to me, for a kiss. And what makes things worse, is that it was with Lizzie. She has always been a sister to me. Kissing my sister. That's illegal everywhere....I don't know about Kentucky, nah. They aren't that bad there. And why was Lizzie acting all pissed at me? Its not like I did anything to her. OK, maybe I did. I did a few things. But anyone would! It's a reflect. I made a huge mistake tonight. I told Julia that the kiss meant nothing to me. Yah, I know that I made a big ass lie. The kiss did mean something. I am not sure it was a good thing, though. That kiss showed me something. That I never really knew Lizzie. All I ever saw was her exterior. I mean a week ago, if you had asked me, I would say hell would freeze over before Lizzie and I would be kissing in the mall. Even if Julia weren't in the picture. The whole thing with Ronnie, too. When I saw her and Ronnie kissing, I automatically knew I hardly knew her, I never knew she'd kiss a guy within the first week of knowing him. I know, being hypocritical. I have the right to. Lizzie did ruin me tonight. I can never forgive her for that. Or myself. I knew I kissed her too, but she was sending signals. I was just so damned curious, I mean, I am only human. But did Julia give a shit, no. I know I shouldn't say this, but if I had never met Julia or Lizzie, I might be the happiest guy on earth. That's it for now. No more relationships. I can't deal with them anymore. Sure, I'll have the occasional fling at a party, but who the hell doesn't? Its human nature. And maybe I will be able to branch out into different things without worrying what Lizzie will do now. She's a beautiful, intelligent, pretty, funny, gorgeous, well-dressed girl with un canning self-respect....that uh....oh damn. If only I could go back in time. She got my point today; I think she never wants to speak to me again. But this is a growing experience. I need some new friends, for my new personality. Tomorrow, I am dropping out of my Advanced Writing elective that will 'look good on collage applications' and switching into Introduction to Video Production. This is going to be my year. With or without my best friend. -Gordo

End Gordo Journal

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Lizzie walked down the hall on the following Monday morning, once again alone. She had seen Miranda with her boyfriend before first period. "Didn't they look cozy?" she thought to herself as she walked past them without a second glance. She walked up the main staircase and up to the main high school entrance. All of a sudden, she saw Gordo being lead into the Guidance office by the counselor.

"What the hell," Lizzie whispered underneath her breath, as she snuck around the corner to eavesdrop on what they were saying. She stood behind the carelessly open door, and leaned in to see Gordo through the crack of the door. The consoler was looking through records, perhaps Gordo's. Then, she looked up and gave a stern smile.

"David, are you absolutely sure you want to drop Advanced Writing? I mean, it's such a prestigious course, especially for a freshman to be taking. I want to be sure that you have thought this through," Gordo cut her off.

"I am positive. Intro to Video just seems to suit my personality better. I can take Broadcast Media next year, it's a Journalism class." The consoler simply opened her mouth and closed it shut.

"Well, I don't see why you can't switch. The decision is totally up you, and you seem very positive that you want to, we will print your new schedule and get you off to lunch."

They waited in the room as she clicked away at her computer, her spectacles resting on the tip of her nose. She looked like a little old grandma, but her voice was as coarse as a choked poodle. When Lizzie noticed the consoler leading Gordo out of the guidance office, Lizzie quickly moved out of the way, and pretended to be searching through the bulletin board. She knew that was suspicious, she first found out they had a bulletin board in eighth grade. The consoler saw Lizzie, and she lowered her glasses to her so she could see over the brim. Not a good look.....

"Can I help you, Elizabeth?" she asked ever so sweetly. Lizzie cringed. Elizabeth....the only person who ever called her that was her grandmother, and she had the unwritten law of being allowed to.

"Uh, I was just checking to see when the next football game is," Lizzie piped shrilly. It wasn't supposed to come out that way. Then, the same guy from the weekend, Will Harter appeared behind her. He looked so hot in his blue polo T-Shirt.

"Oh, it's on Thursday afternoon. I hope to see you there, Elizabeth," He said with his million-dollar smile. Lizzie practically melted on the floor.

"Actually, everyone calls me Lizzie."

"Well, Lizzie, I'll be expecting you. Later," he said as he turned and walked away slowly. She was already melting.

"Touchdown...." Lizzie whispered under her breath.