Disclaimer: I do not really own Lizzie McGuire, so, could I please stop
from writing these really redundant disclaimers?!
A/N: As many of you might have already noticed, this has nothing to do with the plot in the show, as I am trying to render the life according to Gordo's perspective. So, I hope you won't be confused.
Anyway, my college life has been fun and busy, so I hope that you understand that I am not able to update as often as before. Thanks for your patience!
Chapter 13 - Even More than You Could Chew
"David! DAVID! When will you EVER get up?" It was Mrs. Gordon, screaming from downstairs.
Gordo had, at that point, finally waken up, but still feeling sluggish and groggy. His mom had already called for him about a thousand times, but he really wanted to spend that morning in bed. After all, he can't talk, much less face Lizzie, especially now that he is quite unsure about the previous night's issue.
"For the last time, David, come down here or I'm going up there to drag you out of bed!"
"Alright mom, I'll be there as soon as I finish up here! Please save me a lot of pancakes; I'm starving! Thanks!"
Gordo did not feel good at all, but he had no option but to follow his mother, a very powerful giantess. Though she may be a powerful giantess, she was a gentle and caring one. So as not to get her irritated, he thought better to get out of bed and take a shower. After that, he switched to his favorite ensemble: a green long-sleeved shirt under a cool blue polo, matched with light brown khakis. He then went to eat breakfast.
"Finally," Mr. Gordon had said, "here comes our little man..."
"Um, dad, thanks for that compliment, but... do you think you could drop the word 'little'? I don't think that "fits" me..."
"David, I thought you were over your anxiety of your own height? Have I made our LITTLE man angry now?" Mr. Gordon liked to make his son irritated at times.
"Never mind... let's just eat." Gordo popped a grin.
That morning, breakfast was unusually quiet, and it did not take long for Gordo to notice. While he repeatedly but slowly took nibbles off his pancakes, he couldn't help but see his parents exchanging glances every now and then.
"Mom, dad, your eyes would soon grow sore if you don't stop from all that blinking..."
Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were then caught by surprise. They had something to tell him, and they both knew that they had to sooner or later. However, with such a smart person in their midst, that he would soon ask them about it was inevitable. Mr. Gordon then spoke up.
"David... do you remember that talk we had last year before my visit to New York?"
Gordo was caught off-guard. How could he forget? That night had most probably changed the way he thought of his life as a child... Gordo hoped against all hope that this would not turn out to be what he was thinking...
"You... you mean about you and mom... about us... and about opportunities?"
"Well... yes..." Gordo gulped at this point, while Mr. Gordo continued, "but before I say anything more, do you want to know about the good news or the bad news first?"
Gordo was trembling. He felt it in his stomach. He knew that even the good news always was bad.
"Good... is good after all... so I guess I... have to go with that first..."
"Okay... the good news is that... I have finally gotten to enroll you in that directing academy you wanted to get into..."
Gordo was somehow relieved, but he knew that wasn't even half the story.
"Really?! That's good, no, that's great! Now, I will be able to continue to pursue my dreams as a director!"
"...well," Mrs. Gordon spoke this time, "that's not all. Your father has also been awarded the Freud Award for Educational Psychiatry! The commissioners of this organization in this university wanted to have him as part of their assembly so..."
"...I've decided to join them in New York! Isn't that great?!" Mr. Gordo was very excited with his words.
"Well, that's far better news! I can't believe that my father has been awarded with one of the most honorable titles at the University of New York... wow!" Gordo was overwhelmed with the news that he almost forgot about the bad news. "So... what exactly is the bad news?"
"That... is what we wanted to talk to you about, son..."
Gordo froze at these words. The words "wanted to talk to you about" brought nothing else but devastation to him. He only managed to breathe out an 'oh boy.'
Mrs. Gordon spoke up again. "We have already mentioned that your father is going to the University of New York... but it just so happens..."
"...that you got accepted at the New York Directing Academy instead of here in Los Angeles... which means that-"
"We're moving to New York City, aren't we?" Gordo decided to let it out quickly, trying hard not to think much about it.
"Well. simply put... yes." Words could not describe what Gordo had felt.
"We're moving to New York..." Gordo stood up and started to walk off towards the front door.
"...we're moving... to New York City..." Gordo repeated those words to himself, left without a care for anything anymore.
"David, son, we understand that you are in such a great shock from the news, and consequently, in the stage of denial, but please, try to understand..." Mr. Gordon tried very hard to reason with his son, but not even professional psychiatry could work now. Gordo was utterly overcome. Mrs. Gordon, on her part, tried to stop her son.
"David dear, it's not like it was such an easy decision for us to make. It took us over two weeks to come up with the decision. We are trying to do what is best for you too, son, so please understand..."
Mrs. Gordon had caught her son by the hand, but he shook his hand violently in return. She repeatedly caught him by the arm, but he always got a way to escape. Finally, Gordo had gotten away, and his parents could do nothing more than watch.
"I guess we should just give him time... poor boy, we must have really upset him this time. I knew I should've just declined their offer..."
"Please hon," Mrs. Gordon pleaded, "it's hard enough that David is undergoing this... Please don't go blaming yourself now... we're not just doing this for us, but for all our hopes and dreams... I just hope he realizes that..."
"I know... but what about... Miranda and Lizzie? How do you think will they take it?"
"I don't know dear... I don't know either..."
A/N: Poor Gordo... he's definitely got the shock of his life now... He has not only to deal with the "issue" of Lizzie, but also with their cross- continental move... But worse... how would he break it to his best friends? How would they take it? For heaven's sake, even I hope everything turns out alright! Come back soon! Don't you ever forget to R/R!
Hey guys, college life is really tough, I'd have to say, at least in the Philippines... Anyway, in as much as I don't want to disappoint you all, but I have to break it to you that I will not be able to update anytime soon, as I have my extracurricular activities hanging...
There's one good news, however... I am so psyched as "The Lizzie McGuire Movie" will be shown here in my country very soon! Yay! Yay! And even more Yay! I hope to watch it over and over again, hopefully more than ten times! Soon enough, I hope that I can relate with all of you about the story in the movie!
Anyways, I thank you all, especially my readers! Reviews shall ever be received with overflowing gratitude! (Is my grammar right?) Anyway, see you all soon!
A/N: As many of you might have already noticed, this has nothing to do with the plot in the show, as I am trying to render the life according to Gordo's perspective. So, I hope you won't be confused.
Anyway, my college life has been fun and busy, so I hope that you understand that I am not able to update as often as before. Thanks for your patience!
Chapter 13 - Even More than You Could Chew
"David! DAVID! When will you EVER get up?" It was Mrs. Gordon, screaming from downstairs.
Gordo had, at that point, finally waken up, but still feeling sluggish and groggy. His mom had already called for him about a thousand times, but he really wanted to spend that morning in bed. After all, he can't talk, much less face Lizzie, especially now that he is quite unsure about the previous night's issue.
"For the last time, David, come down here or I'm going up there to drag you out of bed!"
"Alright mom, I'll be there as soon as I finish up here! Please save me a lot of pancakes; I'm starving! Thanks!"
Gordo did not feel good at all, but he had no option but to follow his mother, a very powerful giantess. Though she may be a powerful giantess, she was a gentle and caring one. So as not to get her irritated, he thought better to get out of bed and take a shower. After that, he switched to his favorite ensemble: a green long-sleeved shirt under a cool blue polo, matched with light brown khakis. He then went to eat breakfast.
"Finally," Mr. Gordon had said, "here comes our little man..."
"Um, dad, thanks for that compliment, but... do you think you could drop the word 'little'? I don't think that "fits" me..."
"David, I thought you were over your anxiety of your own height? Have I made our LITTLE man angry now?" Mr. Gordon liked to make his son irritated at times.
"Never mind... let's just eat." Gordo popped a grin.
That morning, breakfast was unusually quiet, and it did not take long for Gordo to notice. While he repeatedly but slowly took nibbles off his pancakes, he couldn't help but see his parents exchanging glances every now and then.
"Mom, dad, your eyes would soon grow sore if you don't stop from all that blinking..."
Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were then caught by surprise. They had something to tell him, and they both knew that they had to sooner or later. However, with such a smart person in their midst, that he would soon ask them about it was inevitable. Mr. Gordon then spoke up.
"David... do you remember that talk we had last year before my visit to New York?"
Gordo was caught off-guard. How could he forget? That night had most probably changed the way he thought of his life as a child... Gordo hoped against all hope that this would not turn out to be what he was thinking...
"You... you mean about you and mom... about us... and about opportunities?"
"Well... yes..." Gordo gulped at this point, while Mr. Gordo continued, "but before I say anything more, do you want to know about the good news or the bad news first?"
Gordo was trembling. He felt it in his stomach. He knew that even the good news always was bad.
"Good... is good after all... so I guess I... have to go with that first..."
"Okay... the good news is that... I have finally gotten to enroll you in that directing academy you wanted to get into..."
Gordo was somehow relieved, but he knew that wasn't even half the story.
"Really?! That's good, no, that's great! Now, I will be able to continue to pursue my dreams as a director!"
"...well," Mrs. Gordon spoke this time, "that's not all. Your father has also been awarded the Freud Award for Educational Psychiatry! The commissioners of this organization in this university wanted to have him as part of their assembly so..."
"...I've decided to join them in New York! Isn't that great?!" Mr. Gordo was very excited with his words.
"Well, that's far better news! I can't believe that my father has been awarded with one of the most honorable titles at the University of New York... wow!" Gordo was overwhelmed with the news that he almost forgot about the bad news. "So... what exactly is the bad news?"
"That... is what we wanted to talk to you about, son..."
Gordo froze at these words. The words "wanted to talk to you about" brought nothing else but devastation to him. He only managed to breathe out an 'oh boy.'
Mrs. Gordon spoke up again. "We have already mentioned that your father is going to the University of New York... but it just so happens..."
"...that you got accepted at the New York Directing Academy instead of here in Los Angeles... which means that-"
"We're moving to New York City, aren't we?" Gordo decided to let it out quickly, trying hard not to think much about it.
"Well. simply put... yes." Words could not describe what Gordo had felt.
"We're moving to New York..." Gordo stood up and started to walk off towards the front door.
"...we're moving... to New York City..." Gordo repeated those words to himself, left without a care for anything anymore.
"David, son, we understand that you are in such a great shock from the news, and consequently, in the stage of denial, but please, try to understand..." Mr. Gordon tried very hard to reason with his son, but not even professional psychiatry could work now. Gordo was utterly overcome. Mrs. Gordon, on her part, tried to stop her son.
"David dear, it's not like it was such an easy decision for us to make. It took us over two weeks to come up with the decision. We are trying to do what is best for you too, son, so please understand..."
Mrs. Gordon had caught her son by the hand, but he shook his hand violently in return. She repeatedly caught him by the arm, but he always got a way to escape. Finally, Gordo had gotten away, and his parents could do nothing more than watch.
"I guess we should just give him time... poor boy, we must have really upset him this time. I knew I should've just declined their offer..."
"Please hon," Mrs. Gordon pleaded, "it's hard enough that David is undergoing this... Please don't go blaming yourself now... we're not just doing this for us, but for all our hopes and dreams... I just hope he realizes that..."
"I know... but what about... Miranda and Lizzie? How do you think will they take it?"
"I don't know dear... I don't know either..."
A/N: Poor Gordo... he's definitely got the shock of his life now... He has not only to deal with the "issue" of Lizzie, but also with their cross- continental move... But worse... how would he break it to his best friends? How would they take it? For heaven's sake, even I hope everything turns out alright! Come back soon! Don't you ever forget to R/R!
Hey guys, college life is really tough, I'd have to say, at least in the Philippines... Anyway, in as much as I don't want to disappoint you all, but I have to break it to you that I will not be able to update anytime soon, as I have my extracurricular activities hanging...
There's one good news, however... I am so psyched as "The Lizzie McGuire Movie" will be shown here in my country very soon! Yay! Yay! And even more Yay! I hope to watch it over and over again, hopefully more than ten times! Soon enough, I hope that I can relate with all of you about the story in the movie!
Anyways, I thank you all, especially my readers! Reviews shall ever be received with overflowing gratitude! (Is my grammar right?) Anyway, see you all soon!