Chapter 8: I don't sleep with animals.
A/N: HEY! Sorry it took me so long to post. I have been finishing up some really super hectic summer classes. BUT now I'm done. Hey, if you want an email update on when I post more chapters, just email me at jaylancie@aol.com to request to be put on the list (OR include it in your feedback when you submit one, but then everyone can see your email instead of just me. Whatever you choose to do). In this chapter there is reference to events that happened with Lizzie and Gordo and friends but they're made up. ENJOY!
Also, Ch. 9 is pretty long and needs to be changed somewhat so I will work on getting that and Ch. 10 up ASAP!! I have also been working on two other fics to be posted maybe.
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I stretched in my bed snuggling next to a stuffed animal and sighing. Wait...I don't sleep with animals. My eyes popped open and I looked around me. I saw my real body sprawled on the ground next to the bed I slept on, with the blanket twisted around my body and my arms flung about, snoring. Yep... I was still stuck in Lizzie's body, and yep...I had to pee...again. I flung the sheets from the bed, feeling greatly disappointed, as I trudged to the bathroom.
Staring at the toilet again, I wondered if it wasn't all just a dream. Was I really doing all this? Was I really Lizzie? I looked into the mirror at Lizzie's less than perfect morning face. I ran the water and rinsed off my face, looking again. The cold water woke me up some and I stared into Lizzie's eyes. I dried up and lifted the toilet seat.
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I rolled over and my face hit carpet. Opening my eyes, I noticed I was on the floor. I sat straight up and felt my head, face, and body...all Gordo's. DARN! I pouted and flung myself under the blanket. I hate this! Are we going to be stuck like this for the rest of our lives!? I can't be Gordo!
I peered over the blanket to see Mr. Snuggles on my bed. I stood up and took him in my hands, sighing. I looked over as the bathroom door opened and Gordo emerged.
"Well, bad news is," he started, as he shut my bedroom door and turned to me (well, turned to himself really), "we're still in each other's bodies. Good news, you haven't had, well..." He leaned over a bit and whispered, "The, ya know, the...* thing * yet. Phew." He made a direct implication and slid into the seat at the vanity table.
"GORDO! You're not supposed to know about that kind of stuff," I pouted, a little crabby and a LOT embarrassed. What, he was a girl for a night and now he thinks we can have Girl Talk?
"Hey. I'm just trying to get it out in the open, Lizzie." He flipped my blond hair and turned away from me.
"Well, let's keep it NOT out in the open. This is...so wrong," I mumbled, trudging to the bathroom unconsciously, fuming with frustration.
"Wait, what're you doing?" Gordo asked me, following me out the door.
"Bad news, I have to go to the bathroom. Good news, I don't have to go number 2," I stated in sarcastic reference to his statement from before, as I closed the door in his face and locked it.
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She just shut the door in my face. I stood there staring at the wood. Okay, Gordo. DON'T FLIP. It was bound to happen. And is this the worst thing? I mean...I just hope we lose our memories when we get back into our own bodies-and we BETTER get back into our own bodies soon.
I stood and listened by the door before Matt came up and began teasing me loudly and obnoxiously. I knew Lizzie wouldn't go to the bathroom (as me) if she knew I was by the door so I left, begrudgingly.
I flopped on Lizzie's bed, crossing her arms over HER chest as I stared out the door. Then, something caught my eye on the floor. Under the bed, sticking out ever so slightly was a notebook. I've seen that notebook before. I've wondered about that notebook before. I've been curious about that notebook and I've seen Lizzie write in it before. Her diary.
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I decided it was time to check out Gordo's hair. Maybe I can hold it (the need to go to the bathroom). JUST MAYBE. I shook the mop on my head and watched the curls sway. I noticed my toothbrush on the counter and almost reached for it before realizing...I DIDN'T WANT GORDO'S MOUTH ON MY TOOTHBRUSH. I searched the cabinet and drawers for an extra one and finally found a really cheap, unused one somewhere in the back of the drawers. It was bright orange and the bristles were harder than an algebra test.
I softened it up with water, applied my toothpaste, and tried not to brush too hard.
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Well, I AM Lizzie, now. Right? So, it wouldn't necessarily be wrong. RIGHT? I looked over at the bathroom door as I slid the notebook from under the bed. As long as Lizzie doesn't see me...
Then my conscience kicked in. I couldn't peek at her body so why was I peeking at her diary? It just wasn't right. Besides, it'll all be one big ODE TO ETHAN and who needs that?
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As the water rushed down, the urge to go came upon me again. Oh no, I thought. I can't hold it any longer. (And I was NOT going to pee MY SHORTS as Gordo. How could I ever live that one down anyway??) I dropped the toothbrush, spat out whatever remained in my mouth of the toothpaste, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
With one swift move, I pulled down the shorts and boxers and onto the toilet and...yes, I was finally going to the bathroom as Gordo. Wait, guys don't sit down!
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Oh, what the heck. I know I will regret this move if I don't do it, so...here goes. I slowly opened the notebook and entered another realm of Lizzie's world: her mind.
'Monday Today was horrible. We paired up with people during Math and Kate got paired with Ethan. She made some joke about me and everyone laughed, including Ethan. Why does she have to be so mean? And why would Ethan just follow along with it and laugh? Sometimes I wonder what I see in him....but he is SO HOT. I can't help it. It's like...a dark temptation (with great hair!). I paired up with Gordo and Miranda at first and that left an odd number of people so Gordo was forced to go with Veruca because she was left without a partner. Having two best friends is great but sometimes it is so hard to choose between the two. One is always left out when it comes to times like that. And Miranda didn't know the homework any better than me so I could have really used Gordo there. He is definitely the brains of our operation. : ) '
I remembered that day. Boy, was I annoyed.
I began to get sucked into Lizzie's world as I read on, loving it and hating it all at the same time.
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They don't sit down and I just did. EW! WEIRD! What do I do now? Do guys even...use toilet paper? EWWW! I wiggled a bit on the seat and then slowly stood up, biting my lip. I lifted Gordo's boxers and my shorts and flushed the toilet, shivering in disgust. I don't even want to explain how that felt.
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'Sometimes it's like, I just want to hang out with only Miranda and talk talk talk about boys boys boys, and sometimes I just want to hang out with only Gordo and talk talk talk...about, pretty much everything else. It's hard to explain but I have them both and I love it that way too! : ) '
Wow. I had no idea she ever thought she needed alone time with either of us. Well, this entry was pretty dated-written months ago-and now she has her one-on-one time with me because Miranda isn't around. I smirked. Now she REALLY has some time to get to know me. Speaking of which, I looked back up at the bathroom door and flipped the notebook back under the bed as the door opened and Lizzie emerged, her expression twisted into a somewhat confused look.
"What?" I asked, when she came in.
"That was weird."
I turned beet red. "Yeah, um. And now it's over. Can you get me out of those clothes? And what is that on my chin?!"
Lizzie looked into the mirror. "Oh, toothpaste," she replied, wiping it off.
"KIDS! BREAKFAST!" Mrs. McGuire called from downstairs.
"Good. Food. I'm starving," Lizzie chirped as me as she made her way downstairs. Like I said, sometimes I wonder if Lizzie remembers she's in another body at times.
"Hey! HEY! Get me out of those clothes!!" I called back frantically following her down the stairs and in to the kitchen. Too late. The remainder of the McGuire clan saw me in shorts too tight for me and an oversized boy band shirt. Snickers, I heard SNICKERS! AT ME!
"Lookin' good Gordo," Mrs. McGuire said, with a smile as she handed Lizzie a plate of pancakes thinking it was me.
"Yeah. He dashed down here before he could CHANGE," I said pointedly, giving Lizzie the look of death. She didn't have a very good record of making me look good while in my body.
She mouthed 'sorry' and sat down to eat. I couldn't eat actually. I wasn't that hungry, which was different for me.
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Okay, so I was hungry and didn't change. I contemplated changing now but by this time everyone sat down and began eating so getting up now would just double the awkward situation. Instead, I poured the syrup.
"Lizzie, why aren't you eating your breakfast?" Mrs. McGuire asked.
"Um, I'm not hungry. Can I be excused to get ready?"
"For what?"
"For...the day?"
Lizzie gave me the 'eat or she will bug you for hours' look, so I shook my head and said, "Nevermind. May as well eat a little something before the day starts." I took half the pancake and stuffed it in my mouth, smiling and nodding, stating a muffled, "This is good."
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...Thanks, Gordo. How do you translate that in PIG?
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I almost choked when I saw the silent, and somewhat creepy, Lanny standing next to me giving me an odd look and blinking a few times.
"You're right, Lanny!" exclaimed Matt. "It did look better on the plate!"
I spit out the rest of the pancake. "Hey!"
"Lizzie!" Mrs. McGuire scolded. "That's gross. And what are you doing eating that fast anyway?"
"I'm a growing girl," I stated, inwardly feeling creeped out that I just stated I was a "growing girl".
"Come on, Lizzie. Just eat. We still have that THING to get to," Lizzie said, patting me on the shoulder and giving me an urgent look.
"Can I be excused?" I asked in Lizzie's best sincere and pleading voice.
Mrs. McGuire sighed. "Fine."
A/N: HEY! Sorry it took me so long to post. I have been finishing up some really super hectic summer classes. BUT now I'm done. Hey, if you want an email update on when I post more chapters, just email me at jaylancie@aol.com to request to be put on the list (OR include it in your feedback when you submit one, but then everyone can see your email instead of just me. Whatever you choose to do). In this chapter there is reference to events that happened with Lizzie and Gordo and friends but they're made up. ENJOY!
Also, Ch. 9 is pretty long and needs to be changed somewhat so I will work on getting that and Ch. 10 up ASAP!! I have also been working on two other fics to be posted maybe.
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I stretched in my bed snuggling next to a stuffed animal and sighing. Wait...I don't sleep with animals. My eyes popped open and I looked around me. I saw my real body sprawled on the ground next to the bed I slept on, with the blanket twisted around my body and my arms flung about, snoring. Yep... I was still stuck in Lizzie's body, and yep...I had to pee...again. I flung the sheets from the bed, feeling greatly disappointed, as I trudged to the bathroom.
Staring at the toilet again, I wondered if it wasn't all just a dream. Was I really doing all this? Was I really Lizzie? I looked into the mirror at Lizzie's less than perfect morning face. I ran the water and rinsed off my face, looking again. The cold water woke me up some and I stared into Lizzie's eyes. I dried up and lifted the toilet seat.
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I rolled over and my face hit carpet. Opening my eyes, I noticed I was on the floor. I sat straight up and felt my head, face, and body...all Gordo's. DARN! I pouted and flung myself under the blanket. I hate this! Are we going to be stuck like this for the rest of our lives!? I can't be Gordo!
I peered over the blanket to see Mr. Snuggles on my bed. I stood up and took him in my hands, sighing. I looked over as the bathroom door opened and Gordo emerged.
"Well, bad news is," he started, as he shut my bedroom door and turned to me (well, turned to himself really), "we're still in each other's bodies. Good news, you haven't had, well..." He leaned over a bit and whispered, "The, ya know, the...* thing * yet. Phew." He made a direct implication and slid into the seat at the vanity table.
"GORDO! You're not supposed to know about that kind of stuff," I pouted, a little crabby and a LOT embarrassed. What, he was a girl for a night and now he thinks we can have Girl Talk?
"Hey. I'm just trying to get it out in the open, Lizzie." He flipped my blond hair and turned away from me.
"Well, let's keep it NOT out in the open. This is...so wrong," I mumbled, trudging to the bathroom unconsciously, fuming with frustration.
"Wait, what're you doing?" Gordo asked me, following me out the door.
"Bad news, I have to go to the bathroom. Good news, I don't have to go number 2," I stated in sarcastic reference to his statement from before, as I closed the door in his face and locked it.
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She just shut the door in my face. I stood there staring at the wood. Okay, Gordo. DON'T FLIP. It was bound to happen. And is this the worst thing? I mean...I just hope we lose our memories when we get back into our own bodies-and we BETTER get back into our own bodies soon.
I stood and listened by the door before Matt came up and began teasing me loudly and obnoxiously. I knew Lizzie wouldn't go to the bathroom (as me) if she knew I was by the door so I left, begrudgingly.
I flopped on Lizzie's bed, crossing her arms over HER chest as I stared out the door. Then, something caught my eye on the floor. Under the bed, sticking out ever so slightly was a notebook. I've seen that notebook before. I've wondered about that notebook before. I've been curious about that notebook and I've seen Lizzie write in it before. Her diary.
~~
I decided it was time to check out Gordo's hair. Maybe I can hold it (the need to go to the bathroom). JUST MAYBE. I shook the mop on my head and watched the curls sway. I noticed my toothbrush on the counter and almost reached for it before realizing...I DIDN'T WANT GORDO'S MOUTH ON MY TOOTHBRUSH. I searched the cabinet and drawers for an extra one and finally found a really cheap, unused one somewhere in the back of the drawers. It was bright orange and the bristles were harder than an algebra test.
I softened it up with water, applied my toothpaste, and tried not to brush too hard.
~~
Well, I AM Lizzie, now. Right? So, it wouldn't necessarily be wrong. RIGHT? I looked over at the bathroom door as I slid the notebook from under the bed. As long as Lizzie doesn't see me...
Then my conscience kicked in. I couldn't peek at her body so why was I peeking at her diary? It just wasn't right. Besides, it'll all be one big ODE TO ETHAN and who needs that?
~~
As the water rushed down, the urge to go came upon me again. Oh no, I thought. I can't hold it any longer. (And I was NOT going to pee MY SHORTS as Gordo. How could I ever live that one down anyway??) I dropped the toothbrush, spat out whatever remained in my mouth of the toothpaste, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
With one swift move, I pulled down the shorts and boxers and onto the toilet and...yes, I was finally going to the bathroom as Gordo. Wait, guys don't sit down!
~~
Oh, what the heck. I know I will regret this move if I don't do it, so...here goes. I slowly opened the notebook and entered another realm of Lizzie's world: her mind.
'Monday Today was horrible. We paired up with people during Math and Kate got paired with Ethan. She made some joke about me and everyone laughed, including Ethan. Why does she have to be so mean? And why would Ethan just follow along with it and laugh? Sometimes I wonder what I see in him....but he is SO HOT. I can't help it. It's like...a dark temptation (with great hair!). I paired up with Gordo and Miranda at first and that left an odd number of people so Gordo was forced to go with Veruca because she was left without a partner. Having two best friends is great but sometimes it is so hard to choose between the two. One is always left out when it comes to times like that. And Miranda didn't know the homework any better than me so I could have really used Gordo there. He is definitely the brains of our operation. : ) '
I remembered that day. Boy, was I annoyed.
I began to get sucked into Lizzie's world as I read on, loving it and hating it all at the same time.
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They don't sit down and I just did. EW! WEIRD! What do I do now? Do guys even...use toilet paper? EWWW! I wiggled a bit on the seat and then slowly stood up, biting my lip. I lifted Gordo's boxers and my shorts and flushed the toilet, shivering in disgust. I don't even want to explain how that felt.
~~
'Sometimes it's like, I just want to hang out with only Miranda and talk talk talk about boys boys boys, and sometimes I just want to hang out with only Gordo and talk talk talk...about, pretty much everything else. It's hard to explain but I have them both and I love it that way too! : ) '
Wow. I had no idea she ever thought she needed alone time with either of us. Well, this entry was pretty dated-written months ago-and now she has her one-on-one time with me because Miranda isn't around. I smirked. Now she REALLY has some time to get to know me. Speaking of which, I looked back up at the bathroom door and flipped the notebook back under the bed as the door opened and Lizzie emerged, her expression twisted into a somewhat confused look.
"What?" I asked, when she came in.
"That was weird."
I turned beet red. "Yeah, um. And now it's over. Can you get me out of those clothes? And what is that on my chin?!"
Lizzie looked into the mirror. "Oh, toothpaste," she replied, wiping it off.
"KIDS! BREAKFAST!" Mrs. McGuire called from downstairs.
"Good. Food. I'm starving," Lizzie chirped as me as she made her way downstairs. Like I said, sometimes I wonder if Lizzie remembers she's in another body at times.
"Hey! HEY! Get me out of those clothes!!" I called back frantically following her down the stairs and in to the kitchen. Too late. The remainder of the McGuire clan saw me in shorts too tight for me and an oversized boy band shirt. Snickers, I heard SNICKERS! AT ME!
"Lookin' good Gordo," Mrs. McGuire said, with a smile as she handed Lizzie a plate of pancakes thinking it was me.
"Yeah. He dashed down here before he could CHANGE," I said pointedly, giving Lizzie the look of death. She didn't have a very good record of making me look good while in my body.
She mouthed 'sorry' and sat down to eat. I couldn't eat actually. I wasn't that hungry, which was different for me.
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Okay, so I was hungry and didn't change. I contemplated changing now but by this time everyone sat down and began eating so getting up now would just double the awkward situation. Instead, I poured the syrup.
"Lizzie, why aren't you eating your breakfast?" Mrs. McGuire asked.
"Um, I'm not hungry. Can I be excused to get ready?"
"For what?"
"For...the day?"
Lizzie gave me the 'eat or she will bug you for hours' look, so I shook my head and said, "Nevermind. May as well eat a little something before the day starts." I took half the pancake and stuffed it in my mouth, smiling and nodding, stating a muffled, "This is good."
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...Thanks, Gordo. How do you translate that in PIG?
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I almost choked when I saw the silent, and somewhat creepy, Lanny standing next to me giving me an odd look and blinking a few times.
"You're right, Lanny!" exclaimed Matt. "It did look better on the plate!"
I spit out the rest of the pancake. "Hey!"
"Lizzie!" Mrs. McGuire scolded. "That's gross. And what are you doing eating that fast anyway?"
"I'm a growing girl," I stated, inwardly feeling creeped out that I just stated I was a "growing girl".
"Come on, Lizzie. Just eat. We still have that THING to get to," Lizzie said, patting me on the shoulder and giving me an urgent look.
"Can I be excused?" I asked in Lizzie's best sincere and pleading voice.
Mrs. McGuire sighed. "Fine."