Disclaimer for Chapter 1 (I forget to put up): I don't own Lizzie McGuire, the show or any of it's characters.

Disclaimer for this Chapter: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, the show or any of it's characters.

Author's Note: Please R/R! Some people told me it was a good idea and that I should continue, so I did.

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"Do I have something on my face," he asked. I had realized that I had stared at his amazing face to long.

"No,"I said. "So, Gordo, are you busy tomorrow?"

"Well, there is this fil festival for young directors at 1:00 that I am going to," he said. "Do you want come?" I loved how he always acted like himself. He didn't care what other people thought of him. I admired that in him. Of course, I would never be like that, but it would be so cool to have a boyfriend like him. No, not to have a boy LIKE him as a boyfriend, but to have HIM as a boyfriend. Now that would be amazing. I pictured Gordo and I holding hands, walking to each of the classes we had together. The ones that we didn't have together, he would walk me to my class then go to his. I pictured us walking in the mall, with his arm around my neck, or around my waist. I had always dreamed of a guy putting his arm around my waist. Before I did anything, I had to make sure that he thought as me as more than a friend. I hopped he did, because if he didn't that would shatter everything in the world I was ever happy about. I decided to think positively about the situation. I mean I was nice, had a great personality, and was pretty.

"Sure, I'll go with you to the festival with you,"I said. Hopefully it would be like a date, if Miranda didn't come. I liked Miranda a lot of course, but I really wanted some alone time with Gordo. The bell rung, and class started. Sadly, during class I couldn't see Gordo's amazing face. Al O could see is his hair. Not that there was anything wrong with his hair, I loved his hair. His brown, curly, beautiful hair. I tried to focus on the lesson about parts of a sentence, but it was no use. I actually wasn't that concerned since I know all the parts of a sentence. This was actually more of Language than Reading.

She passed out a chapter book to each student along with a worksheet. There were 2 questions for each of the 13 chapters. Every day, for homework, we were expected to read a chapter and answer the 2 questions given.

"Well, there's one subject down for 13 days,"Gordo announced.

"What do you mean?" I asked Gordo.

"Well, this homework is pretty easy, and by looking at the questions they look like they only need about a two to three sentences. I mean, on the bus you could read the chapter. When you get home you could write the answers. The answers will take you only 5-10 minutes," he explained. He explained everything so logically. I wasn't sure if I should tell him straight out, send him a note, or just give him clues. I really wanted to tell Miranda, but she would probably think it is weird to like Gordo. I mean, it was Gordo, one of my best friends, someone I had shared secrets with. I though it was pretty weird, but I didn't care. I had a crush on Gordo and no one could make me think differently of him.

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After school, Gordo and I walked to our buses. Miranda had left early for a doctor's appointment. When you walked out of the school, my bus was on the right, and his was on the left. Before I could say bye to him, he surprised me by walking right.

"What are you doing, Gordo?"I asked, refereeing to the fact that he was going the opposite direction of his bus.

"What I should have done a long time ago Lizzie McGuire," he answered. Before I could say anything, he walked in front of me, grabeed both of my arms just under my shoulder, pushed me over to a near tree trunk, and kissed me on the lops. It wasn't a quick, swift kiss, but a long romantic kiss. Once he was done, he let go of me and ran away.

"Gordo, what does that mean?" I shouted. I knew he couldn't hear me. I wasn't going to chase him. I dizzly got on my bus and sat in a seat alone. Al threw the bus ride that was all I could that about. What did that mean?

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