Her Name's Beth

Summary- Shortfic. Gordo's getting married, but he doesn't know who to. All his parents tell him is that her name's Beth. But Gordo doesn't want Beth, he wants Lizzie. Will he get her? L/G.

Chapter One: I Found Her

Gordo's POV

My life sucks.

Don't ask anyone else, they'll say it's great. But don't believe them. They don't know me. They don't know what I go through. They'll say, "Oh, anyone would give anything to be David Gordon. He has money, a mansion, a limo, movies, fame..."

What else do I have?

Nothing Just money, a mansion, a limo, and fame. The entire reason I have all that is because of my movies.

That doesn't mean *all* director's lives are horrible.

Just mine.

I don't have anything important. I need a girlfriend... a wife. No, not just any actress, or girl, but Lizzie.

Lizzie McGuire.

We dated for a month... a week, actually.

Then she moved to Australia.

We couldn't keep much of a connection. We were only high schoolers... ninth graders. But at least we did have a connection... until she moved again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I don't know where she is. She could be in London, or she could live downtown. I haven't a clue.

But she's in my heart.

I ache for her.

She could be dead, for heaven's sake! She could be in prison! She might be living in a space station. She could be anywhere in the entire universe!

I just wanted to see her, just once, to hold her, to tell her I love her and can't live without her. I wish she'd send me a letter. An e-mail. Anything at all in any means of communication! Was it so hard for God to give me a hint of mercy?

Most of my movie are based on us. Our friendship, our life.. They make millions. If only people knew about the relationship we had, the love we shared, they'd know that's they only thing that's worth millions.

Millions? Try priceless.

But no, I have to live a boring life and pretend I'm the happiest man alive. The happiest man. Ha! What a joke. I don't think the happiest man would ever be as depressed, as pained as I am. He wouldn't dare. Therefore, I'm not the happiest man alive.

I would be... if I had Lizzie.

But I don't.

***

The phone rang.

Probably Allen. Complaining about his role in 'Desperate'. Doesn't want to be Steven Murphy. "Steven Murphy doesn't have many lines." Good thing. Allen can't even remember the national anthem. "Steven Murphy is an ugly- natured guy." Well, that fits Allen perfectly. "Steven this, Steven that. Blah, blah, blah."

I'd heard it all before.

It stopped ringing Felicia had picked it up.

Felicia Witherspoon. Actress. My secretary. Nice, sweet, helpful brunette. Dresses like a flight attendant.

"Mr. Gordon, it's your mother." The speaker in the dining room says.

My mother?

"Thanks. And Felicia?" I asked.

"Yes, sir?"

"The name's David."

I walk to the nearest telephone, in the den, and put it on speaker since I was on fire on writing the ending to 'Desperate'.

"Mother?" I said, plopping down on the couch, jotting down a few notes.

"Hello, David. I found her."

"Found who?" I frowned and erased a couple words.

"Your wife."

I dropped my clipboard. *What* did she just say?

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Your future wife. She's here. In Hillridge. She lives two blocks away."

"ExCUSE me?" I gaped. "What *wife*? I don't have a wife, and I don't plan on having one anytime soon."

"But I found *her*. The *one*."

"I don't care, Mother. I'm not marrying especially when-" I stopped.

"Especially when *what*, David?"

"Especially when-" I lowered my voice. "Especially when Lizzie is out there somewhere."

My mom sighed. "Forget Lizzie, David. It'll be for your own good."

"I can't mother, I just *can't*."