Disclaimer: Hello, I do not own Lizzie, Gordo (I wish), Miranda, or any of the other characters in this story. I also do not own the pig-head named Marcus Jones. Nobody owns him, because he is a loser and everyone hates him. Tah-dah!

*Hanging By A Moment*

Chapter 3 – I'll Take Your Invitation  (Or "Dance With Me")

Desperate for changing

Starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started

I'm chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

At one point, Miranda popped over, noticed Lizzie curled in Gordo's arms and winked. Then she jerked her head at the dance floor. Gordo's eyes widened. He nodded down at Lizzie, a question in his eyes.

Miranda rolled her eyes and mouthed, "Duh!" Then she skipped off again.

Gordo cleared his throat. "Um…Lizzie?"

"Lizzie looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Do you…wanna dance?

"Sure," Lizzie replied, surprised.

Gordo stood up. He held both her small hands in his, and he pulled her up. She stepped up to him, smiling, a slightly bemused look on her face, but her eyes alight with excitement.

Forgetting all I'm lacking

Completely incomplete

I'll take you invitation

You take all of me

Gordo led her to the dance floor, put his hand on her waist, feeling chills travel through him. Lizzie's touch was alerting all his senses. He had fallen for Lizzie years before, for as long as he could remember. What was this? Love?

Lizzie was breathing fast. Gordo's hand was on her waist. She felt electrified. Why did she feel this way? Years before, she had crushed on Gordo, but that had faded away after High School started. Was it back? Was it more? Was this…

The music started, a slow waltz. They danced, their eyes down, avoiding each other.

Lizzie tripped, falling forward onto Gordo, who caught her. "Whoa, you okay?"

"Mmmyeah," she said softly. She was close enough to see herself reflected in his eyes.

Now I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held onto

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Her mouth fell open a little. Here she was, Lizzie McGuire, in the tight embrace of her best friend Gordo's strong arms (how had she never noticed how strong he was before?), centimeters from his dace, breathing his scent, his eyes locked on hers. Centimeters? No no no…millimeters now…now…kiss.