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The young blonde girl, known to the world as Lizzie McGuire, tugged the jeans smoothly over her thin frame. She finally settled on a position four fingers width from the bottom of her bellybutton. It was exactly where her mother didn't want her to wear them, and even though her mother would never know she had them that low, it still made Lizzie feel rebellious to disobey her mother.
Now that she was going to be a junior in high school, she had finally grown into her teenage "skin" so to speak. She never disobeyed her parents on anything major, and she was rather smart. She felt that little things were enough. Enough to keep up the innocent act, and still feel in charge.
Lizzie slung her small travel bag over her shoulders and crept silently out of her room. She carefully plodded down the stairs, being quieter than a mouse. She grabbed her tennis shoes from their usual position near the door, and quickly made it out of the door into the dark night. It was a bit chilly out as Lizzie sat on the porch and slipped her shoes on. She smoothed down her hair and made her way towards the dwelling of her best friend in the entire world. She walked the short distance to David Gordon's house.
Tonight was going to be their night. They would talk of the school year that had just recently ended, they would discuss summer, they would talk of whatever philosophical thing hit them, or whatever joke crossed their minds. That was the beauty of it; they discussed everything and anything. Even though David Gordon was many times smarter than Lizzie, he never rubbed it in her face. She loved that about him. She loved everything about him. Now, she just had to decide what she was going to do about it.
She quickly covered the distance and practically flew to the window that was Gordo's. She tapped on it once, and was preparing for another tap when suddenly the window disappeared from beneath her hand. She saw the long fingers of Gordo reach out and hand her a blanket, neatly folded up. She giggled softly and stepped back a bit, so as to let Gordo out.
"Lizzie McGuire, I do not know how I let you talk me into this every single year. I'm going to fall out of this window and break my neck." Gordo whined as he made his way clumsily out of the window.
"Gordo, your room is on the first floor." Lizzie smiled and handed him back the blanket.
He grabbed it quickly, "My arm then. I have delicate bones you know." Gordo said matter-of-factly. Lizzie just looked at him and giggled. He grinned back at her, and she felt a shiver run up and down her spine. She loved his smile, among other things.
Lizzie and Gordo walked to the small area in the park that they claimed one night a year as their own. They laid out the blankets and prepared to stare at the stars and talk.
An hour later, after they had discussed everything, from the real mystery of the mystery meat, to what the true meaning of trust was. Now, Lizzie saw her chance. She felt the moment was right, and decided to use a question that was obvious enough, without being overtly so. That way, if Gordo didn't like her back, she would be able to get away squeaky clean, without being embarrassed.
She leaned up from her position on the ground. "Gordo, what would you think about me and Ethan Craft going out? He asked me the last day of school, and I told him I'd have to think about it." There, that seemed to cover all the grounds. If he liked her, he'd be insanely jealous, and say no. Otherwise, he'd tell her to go for it.
"That would be good, right Liz? You've liked him forever." Gordo said. Lizzie looked over at him and frowned. Maybe her guy signals weren't exactly right. She thought that she and Gordo liked each other, but she was wrong. Just plain wrong.
The young blonde girl, known to the world as Lizzie McGuire, tugged the jeans smoothly over her thin frame. She finally settled on a position four fingers width from the bottom of her bellybutton. It was exactly where her mother didn't want her to wear them, and even though her mother would never know she had them that low, it still made Lizzie feel rebellious to disobey her mother.
Now that she was going to be a junior in high school, she had finally grown into her teenage "skin" so to speak. She never disobeyed her parents on anything major, and she was rather smart. She felt that little things were enough. Enough to keep up the innocent act, and still feel in charge.
Lizzie slung her small travel bag over her shoulders and crept silently out of her room. She carefully plodded down the stairs, being quieter than a mouse. She grabbed her tennis shoes from their usual position near the door, and quickly made it out of the door into the dark night. It was a bit chilly out as Lizzie sat on the porch and slipped her shoes on. She smoothed down her hair and made her way towards the dwelling of her best friend in the entire world. She walked the short distance to David Gordon's house.
Tonight was going to be their night. They would talk of the school year that had just recently ended, they would discuss summer, they would talk of whatever philosophical thing hit them, or whatever joke crossed their minds. That was the beauty of it; they discussed everything and anything. Even though David Gordon was many times smarter than Lizzie, he never rubbed it in her face. She loved that about him. She loved everything about him. Now, she just had to decide what she was going to do about it.
She quickly covered the distance and practically flew to the window that was Gordo's. She tapped on it once, and was preparing for another tap when suddenly the window disappeared from beneath her hand. She saw the long fingers of Gordo reach out and hand her a blanket, neatly folded up. She giggled softly and stepped back a bit, so as to let Gordo out.
"Lizzie McGuire, I do not know how I let you talk me into this every single year. I'm going to fall out of this window and break my neck." Gordo whined as he made his way clumsily out of the window.
"Gordo, your room is on the first floor." Lizzie smiled and handed him back the blanket.
He grabbed it quickly, "My arm then. I have delicate bones you know." Gordo said matter-of-factly. Lizzie just looked at him and giggled. He grinned back at her, and she felt a shiver run up and down her spine. She loved his smile, among other things.
Lizzie and Gordo walked to the small area in the park that they claimed one night a year as their own. They laid out the blankets and prepared to stare at the stars and talk.
An hour later, after they had discussed everything, from the real mystery of the mystery meat, to what the true meaning of trust was. Now, Lizzie saw her chance. She felt the moment was right, and decided to use a question that was obvious enough, without being overtly so. That way, if Gordo didn't like her back, she would be able to get away squeaky clean, without being embarrassed.
She leaned up from her position on the ground. "Gordo, what would you think about me and Ethan Craft going out? He asked me the last day of school, and I told him I'd have to think about it." There, that seemed to cover all the grounds. If he liked her, he'd be insanely jealous, and say no. Otherwise, he'd tell her to go for it.
"That would be good, right Liz? You've liked him forever." Gordo said. Lizzie looked over at him and frowned. Maybe her guy signals weren't exactly right. She thought that she and Gordo liked each other, but she was wrong. Just plain wrong.