*-*-Disclaimer: I do not own, nor have I ever owned, Lizze McGuire. All characters belong to the creators of Lizzie McGuire.-*-*

The New...Everything

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-no movie- Lizzie and Miranda are the best of friends. But what happens when Gordo doesn't come into the picture until Sophomore year of High School?

Chapter one

"Miranda! What am I going to wear?" Lizzie whined into the phone.

"Lizzie," Miranda sighed, "we go over this every year, and I tell you the same thing every year."

"I know, I know. Wear what I want, as long as I'm me," Lizzie mocked.

"Lizzie, if you don't like my advice, then why'd you ask for it?"

"Oh, Miranda! I love your advice, but it just doesn't help me any."

"Okay, Lizzie. Here's what you do. You wear the pink tank top and the pink rhinestone, faded jeans."

"Oooh! Miranda! You're the best! Thanks! Gotta go now! Bye!" Lizzie hung up the phone and got ready for school. She curled her hair and put on her make-up. It was natural, but classic.

"Lizzie, you better get going, or you'll be late!"

"Okay! Thanks, Mom!" Lizzie ran down the stairs, grabbed a muffin, and ran out the door to her car. She loved her new car. She sped down the road to school. Having a convertible was too much fun. She met Miranda at school in the parking lot, "Yo Chiquita! What up?!" Lizzie hollered.

"Lizzie, I know you're trying to be cool and all, but no. That's not going to cut it," Miranda joked. "Oh, hey, did you know we're getting a new student this year?"

"Don't we every year?" Lizzie acted like it was nothing. "I mean, look who came last year - Larry - Tudgeman. It wasn't automatic success over night, Miranda."

"I know, but everyone says that this guy is super cute and smart."

"Oh, Miranda! C'mon. Is that all that matters?" The bell rang, "C'mon. We better get to class."

"Yeah, all right." They walked to their first class together, "Oh my God, Lizzie! There hi is, in the front row! He is so not cute, total dweeb."

"Miranda, you sound just like Kate, and um...I think her heard you. Maybe you should go apologize," Lizzie looked sturnly at her.

"Oh, all right," She walked over to the new student. "Hi, my name is Miranda Sanchez. What's yours?"

He cautiously looked up at her, "The name's David Gordon, not 'Total dweeb'. I would appreciate being called Gordo, that's what everyone else calls me at least."

"Oh, look, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know you had heard."

"It's quite all right. Who's your friend?" he waved to Lizzie, who blushed and did a little "Lizzie" wave. "She's cute."

"Oh, her. That's -"

"Lizzie. Well, Elizabeth McGuire. Lizzie, please though," she stook out her hand, and he shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Lizzie. I'm Gordo."

"I know, I heard. Don't bother listening to what my friend has to say. I'm sure you're smart, and you sure are cute," she blushed at what she had said.

The bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom, "Okay, class. Take your seats. We have a new student, as must of you had probably all ready realized. David, would you come up here, and tell us a little about yourself?"

Gordo stood up, "Well, um, my name is David Gordon, but I'd appreciate it if you all called me 'Gordo'. It's what I'm used to. I moved here from Salem, and that's about it."

"Dude, are you a witch?" Ethan asked. The whole class burst out laughing.

"Um, no. One, a witch is a girl. Two, witches and warlocks don't exist. Three, I'm from Salem, Oregon. Not Salem, Massachusetts."

"Oh."

"Thank you, Dav-Gordo. You can have a seat now," the teacher asked as pleasantly as her first-day-of-school mood would let her.

Lizzie leaned over to Miranda, "He's so smart."

"Yeah, big deal."