*-*-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 Sixteen
Gordo grabbed Lizzie's coat and draped it over his arm. He grabbed Lizzie's hand, "Okay, McGuire. Here we go!" Lizzie smiled. They came to the top of the stairs, "Now, careful, Liz. We're going down the stairs." She whimpered. "It'll be okay. I'm right beside, and I won't let you go, I promise." She smiled to herself. They began walking down the stairs slowly, and finally, they successfully made it all the way down. Gordo looked into the living room, catching Mr. McGuire's attention; he mouthed 'Thank you' to him. Mr. McGuire smiled. Gordo turned towards the door, "Okay, Liz-"
"Um, Gordo?" she really hated to ask this of him, but she really needed to.
"Yeah?"
"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but could you not call me Liz? It's too haunting...you know, the Miranda thing. That's what she used to call me."
He smiled, although she couldn't see it, "Of course, Lizzie." Gordo, still holding her hand, walked towards the door. He opened it, and they walked outside. It had just started snowing, as if someone knew how to make it absolutely perfect for Gordo.
Lizzie started shivering, "Oh...cold. Cold and wet. Very wet. Very cold."
"Here, Lizzie, but keep your eyes closed," he placed her coat in her hands and helped her put it on.
She smiled at the warmth that the coat provided. But...wait? What else was warming her up? She couldn't tell. Her eyes were still closed. All she knew was that she liked the feeling, and she welcomed it greatly. When the warmth was sadly gone, she opened her eyes to a blushing Gordo. She looked at him and began to blush herself, "You are-" But, lo and behold she was cut off by the same warm feeling as before. Except this time, she knew what it was. It was Gordo's lips on hers. She was in heaven, literally. It was snowing. She was outside with her only friend, her best friend, and she hoped helplessly that one day they'd be more. What could possibly go wrong?
Gordo slowly pulled away and stared in her eyes, "Lizzie?"
Lizzie smiled, "Yes, Mr. David Gordon?" She felt the need to be formal, as to not destroy the mood or chemistry between the two. It was also lots of fun to say that.
He smirked, "Can I ask you a question?"
She pondered his question for a minute, "Can you? Well, you can talk so, I'm almost sure you could..." She loved being difficult in times like these.
He smiled, know what she was doing, "Miss McGuire, MAY I ask you a question?" He stressed the word "may".
She giggled, "You just did."
He loved it when Lizzie did this. It was kind of like a slight battle of wits, but not totally. Enough to have fun, but not too much as to ruin sugh a wonderful friendship, and perhaps more. "Okay, may I ask you several questions?"
"How many is several, Gordo?"
"As many as it takes to ask you properly," he smiled mischieviously.
"Oh, I see. Well, hmmm...I'm not sure if I could handle that many questions," she toyed with him.
"How about a few then?"
She drew in a breath, pretending that she had to think about it. She finally released the breath with satisfaction, "Yes. Yes, you may."
He smiled broadly, "All right then, Miss McGuire..."
The New...Everything
Chapter Sixteen
Gordo grabbed Lizzie's coat and draped it over his arm. He grabbed Lizzie's hand, "Okay, McGuire. Here we go!" Lizzie smiled. They came to the top of the stairs, "Now, careful, Liz. We're going down the stairs." She whimpered. "It'll be okay. I'm right beside, and I won't let you go, I promise." She smiled to herself. They began walking down the stairs slowly, and finally, they successfully made it all the way down. Gordo looked into the living room, catching Mr. McGuire's attention; he mouthed 'Thank you' to him. Mr. McGuire smiled. Gordo turned towards the door, "Okay, Liz-"
"Um, Gordo?" she really hated to ask this of him, but she really needed to.
"Yeah?"
"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but could you not call me Liz? It's too haunting...you know, the Miranda thing. That's what she used to call me."
He smiled, although she couldn't see it, "Of course, Lizzie." Gordo, still holding her hand, walked towards the door. He opened it, and they walked outside. It had just started snowing, as if someone knew how to make it absolutely perfect for Gordo.
Lizzie started shivering, "Oh...cold. Cold and wet. Very wet. Very cold."
"Here, Lizzie, but keep your eyes closed," he placed her coat in her hands and helped her put it on.
She smiled at the warmth that the coat provided. But...wait? What else was warming her up? She couldn't tell. Her eyes were still closed. All she knew was that she liked the feeling, and she welcomed it greatly. When the warmth was sadly gone, she opened her eyes to a blushing Gordo. She looked at him and began to blush herself, "You are-" But, lo and behold she was cut off by the same warm feeling as before. Except this time, she knew what it was. It was Gordo's lips on hers. She was in heaven, literally. It was snowing. She was outside with her only friend, her best friend, and she hoped helplessly that one day they'd be more. What could possibly go wrong?
Gordo slowly pulled away and stared in her eyes, "Lizzie?"
Lizzie smiled, "Yes, Mr. David Gordon?" She felt the need to be formal, as to not destroy the mood or chemistry between the two. It was also lots of fun to say that.
He smirked, "Can I ask you a question?"
She pondered his question for a minute, "Can you? Well, you can talk so, I'm almost sure you could..." She loved being difficult in times like these.
He smiled, know what she was doing, "Miss McGuire, MAY I ask you a question?" He stressed the word "may".
She giggled, "You just did."
He loved it when Lizzie did this. It was kind of like a slight battle of wits, but not totally. Enough to have fun, but not too much as to ruin sugh a wonderful friendship, and perhaps more. "Okay, may I ask you several questions?"
"How many is several, Gordo?"
"As many as it takes to ask you properly," he smiled mischieviously.
"Oh, I see. Well, hmmm...I'm not sure if I could handle that many questions," she toyed with him.
"How about a few then?"
She drew in a breath, pretending that she had to think about it. She finally released the breath with satisfaction, "Yes. Yes, you may."
He smiled broadly, "All right then, Miss McGuire..."
