*-*-Disclaimer: I do not own, nor have I ever owned, Lizze McGuire. All characters belong to the creators of Lizzie McGuire.-*-*
The New...Everything
Chapter Two
"Oh, C'mon, Miranda! He's all alone. Have a little compassion. He's new here. He doesn't know anyone."
Miranda sighed, "Oh, all right. I guess just this once. There's no need for him to be associated with the rejects."
"Yay! Thanks, girl!" Lizzie made her way happily over to Gordo and his lunch, while Miranda followed slowly. "Hi Gordo!" Lizzie chimed.
He whipped around, "Lizzie!" He glanced behind Lizzie, "And Miranda." Miranda nodded. He turned back to face Lizzie, "Why are you two doing over here?"
"We're going to sit with you. Is that okay?" Lizzie was starting to back away, second-guessing her decision.
"Oh, no no no! Please, stay, eat lunch with me. I just didn't expect to be accepted into the 'in-crowd' so soon." Lizzie and Miranda turned to each other and laughed. "What? Was it something I said?"
"You think we're the 'in-crowd'?" Miranda retorted.
"Well, you guys just seemed so nice. I just assumed you were popular..."
"Oh, well, you assumed wrong," Lizzie said as she sat down beside Gordo. "I mean, sure, we're nice and most people like us. But here, that doesn't matter. You've got to be a slave to Kate or Claire in order to be popular. Or, in your case, a slave to Ethan or Danny."
"But isn't Ethan a little...?"
"Yeah, that's Ethan, but he's got the looks," Miranda swooned.
"Oh."
"Sorry, Gordo. I hope we didn't disappoint you," she was genuinely sorry too. He had never seen someone so accept of another person.
"Oh, no. It's all right, Lizzie. Actually, I"m quite glad. I don't like conforming."
Miranda perked up at this idea, "Really?"
"Well, yeah. Who wants to be a mindless drone? It's so cheesy and repetitive." Lizzie listened intently; she could tell this was going to be a great year.
The New...Everything
Chapter Two
"Oh, C'mon, Miranda! He's all alone. Have a little compassion. He's new here. He doesn't know anyone."
Miranda sighed, "Oh, all right. I guess just this once. There's no need for him to be associated with the rejects."
"Yay! Thanks, girl!" Lizzie made her way happily over to Gordo and his lunch, while Miranda followed slowly. "Hi Gordo!" Lizzie chimed.
He whipped around, "Lizzie!" He glanced behind Lizzie, "And Miranda." Miranda nodded. He turned back to face Lizzie, "Why are you two doing over here?"
"We're going to sit with you. Is that okay?" Lizzie was starting to back away, second-guessing her decision.
"Oh, no no no! Please, stay, eat lunch with me. I just didn't expect to be accepted into the 'in-crowd' so soon." Lizzie and Miranda turned to each other and laughed. "What? Was it something I said?"
"You think we're the 'in-crowd'?" Miranda retorted.
"Well, you guys just seemed so nice. I just assumed you were popular..."
"Oh, well, you assumed wrong," Lizzie said as she sat down beside Gordo. "I mean, sure, we're nice and most people like us. But here, that doesn't matter. You've got to be a slave to Kate or Claire in order to be popular. Or, in your case, a slave to Ethan or Danny."
"But isn't Ethan a little...?"
"Yeah, that's Ethan, but he's got the looks," Miranda swooned.
"Oh."
"Sorry, Gordo. I hope we didn't disappoint you," she was genuinely sorry too. He had never seen someone so accept of another person.
"Oh, no. It's all right, Lizzie. Actually, I"m quite glad. I don't like conforming."
Miranda perked up at this idea, "Really?"
"Well, yeah. Who wants to be a mindless drone? It's so cheesy and repetitive." Lizzie listened intently; she could tell this was going to be a great year.
