Disclaimer: No I don't own Lizzie McGuire because if I did, I wouldn't end the show after 65 episodes!!!

I'm with you, a Best Friend.and More Chapter 1: Your eyes can deceive you.

"Mrs. McGuire! Mrs. Gordon! It's lovely to see you again!" The short English woman extended a worn hand, towards the two mothers who stood at the Rose gates.

"Hello Ginny," Replied Jo in a warm voice.

"Good morning, Ginny," said Hannah, taking the weathered hand and shaking it cordially.

"And 'ow are my favorite children today?" asked Ginny,

Staring up from the ground, were two-four-year-olds. One was a little boy, David. He was tiny and skinny, with a mop of brown curls on his head; he stared upwards thoughtfully, with large, blue eyes. "I'm fine, thank you." He said in a soft, young voice.

Ginny began laughing, "Always the polite one, aren't you David? And 'ow is Elizabeth?"

"Gooood." The tiny girl replied, as she pulled at a lock of blonde hair.

"And then there is the normal one!" giggled Ginny.

Hannah smiled, "Davie, silly boy, you don't have to talk like that."

"Lizzie, you know 'Good' isn't proper English. You say fine, and don't forget thank you!" Jo held Elizabeth's baby hand.

"Sank you," whispered Lizzie.

"It's Thank you" said Davie.

"It's not either!" she cried.

"It isn't either," replied Davie matter-o-factly.

"Stupid head!"

"Dork brain!"

"Jerk!"

"Mutton head!"

"Mutton head?" said Elizabeth quizzically.

"It's lamb meat," replied David.

"Oh."

"Lizabeth?" whispered David.

"Yes Gordie?"

"I'm sorry I called you a dork brain, and corrected your English."

"I'm sorry I called your head stupid."

David reached over and pulled Elizabeth into a tight embrace, which she returned.

"They're like a married couple!" cried Ginny. She was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the old metal gate, with the many roses. "As a matter of fact..." she suppressed her laughter into a slight chuckle, "I'm going to make a bet that those two get married someday!"

"Don't think we haven't already thought of that." Said Jo, keeping an eye on her daughter as she and David walked towards a bed of forget-me- nots.

"Despite the differences in religion," began Hannah, looking at her son with a twinkle in her eye, "We think that they would be perfect for each other."

"Affiance them, quickly!!" Ginny watched the two children herself, amazed at they way they got along. "Because if those two get out into the real world...with their looks and charm, someone will scoop them up, before they realize 'ow meant for each other they really are. My 'eavens! Look at the time! I best be gettin back to work, enjoy your time 'ere at the Rose Gate Gardens ladies!" Ginny called as she hurriedly grabbed her spade and ran toward the other side of the Garden.

Together the mothers and their children walked through the paths that entwined through the old ivy covered world of flowers.

It was a calm, spring afternoon in April, with a hint of breeze, just chilly enough to be forced into wearing a light windbreaker. (Which neither child wanted to wear of course.) Hannah looked at David running down the arid path, holding on to Elizabeth's hand, they were both giggling madly.

"Jo, oh Jo...just look at them!" sighed Hannah.

"Oh, goodness I know. But your husband."

"And your husband..."

"Would never agree to such a marriage." They finished together.

"The religion..." said Jo.

"Yes, religion...oh heavens how many wars have been started because of it?"

"Sam's only in this country because his family was fleeing the wars in Ireland."

"And Daniel's family came here in hopes of beating prejudice. You know that Adam..." Hannah couldn't finish.

"I know...the war...the holo..." Jo couldn't finish either. "Will you ever tell him?"

"David you mean?"

Jo nodded.

"It'll be hard saying to him, David your grandfather lived in a concentration..." she broke off.

"What about your family Hannah, did they...?"

"No. They came over right after World War I. On a boat, second class, not steerage."

"Oh."

For a while the two women walked in silence, their children laughing ahead of them.

"Hannah, let's take them to the swing."

Hannah nodded, saying nothing.

--

"Be careful Lizzie, don't fall off!" Jo cried as her daughter swung hirer.

"Oh, David, do hold on tighter to that rope!!!" yelled Hannah.

"Do they take us for macaroni's or something?" asked Lizzie indignantly as the two friends clung onto the rope swing and each other for support. "We are four you know."

"That's moron, Liz, not macaroni. That's the stuff that comes in the blue box."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry." David said after a moment, the swing was going higher. He hugged his best friend of four years closer to him, and she hugged back.

Elizabeth McGuire had never had any other friends besides David Gordon. The nice boy who lived down the street, he was full of life and smarts, and was always correcting her grammar. Even in Pre-School they rarely talked to anyone but each other. Unless David stopped to tell some kid that 'ain't' wasn't a word, and not to use double negatives.

David Gordon had never known any other kid that he could have so much fun with. The pretty girl who lived less than a block away was wonderfully sweet and nice and telling him that green and purple didn't match.

"Hey Lizzie?" David asked.

"Yes Gordo?"

"Someday when we're old, like in High School, I hope we still come here."

"As best friends?" she asked, "Yeah. Best friends."

"Gordo?"

"Yes Lizzie?"

"It isn't natural for boys to like flowers so much."

"I don't like flowers." he said. The swing was slowing down, and suddenly his mother picked him up, and sat him on the ground.

"It's time to go home." Hannah grabbed her son's hand, but he pulled away, running up the path.

"Lizzie, let me button your coat." Jo only had her daughter's grasp for half a second after the baby pink jacket was fixed, before she scurried up the trail, and nearly ran into David.

"Lizzie I don't like flowers." He repeated his earlier said statement.

"Then why do you come here?" she asked, placing her tiny fists on her hips.

"Because.I love to be with my best friend." He leaned over and hugged her. "Here Lizzie McGuire," Gordo held out three roses. One was yellow, the other white, and the last was red.

"Thank you David Gordon." Leaning over she kissed him, right on the lips.

But when you're four years old, a kiss on the lips means nothing, nothing more than friendship anyway, and with hands clasped they hurried down the road, laughing, and playing, two very best friends.

--

SLAM! "OW!!! Miranda!!! NO LOUD NOISE!!! I was up till midnight studying for today's Math Test."

Miranda Sanchez sighed, and very quietly opened her locker door, then shut it again.

"Happy now?"

"No.my head still hurts." She rubbed her temples with a pained expression on her pretty face, and suddenly, opened her brown eyes and looked over at her friend. "I still can't believe you're doing this to me. Moving away, to MEXICO CITY!! And in the middle of Freshman year!! How totally unfair are you parents?" She began walking up the hall beside her.

"Lizzie, I'm not staying forever. I'm not even moving!"

"Miranda, you bought an apartment. You're moving."

"Lizzie you know it's just until my Mom feels better, she can't take anymore cold weather. I'm sure that within a few months we'll move back home again."

Miranda's mother had gotten sick with some sort of icky virus that Lizzie was still confused about. Jo McGuire was convinced that it was nothing short of homesickness and that Mrs. Sanchez was just missing things back in Mexico and cheaper living.

"Hi, guys." It was Gordo, he caught up with his two very best friends, and walked down the hall on the other side of Lizzie.

"Hi." Muttered Lizzie.

"Miranda, I still can't believe you're leaving us." Gordo was shaking his head.

"FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I AM NOT MOVING!!!" Miranda shouted so loudly the whole hallway went dead quiet.

"Oh, please do move Sanchez, it'll remove one less dork from the atmosphere." Kate Sanders appeared suddenly in front of them, her nose up in the air, speaking in her usual malicious tone.

"You know what Kate?" began Miranda.

"Miranda." whispered Lizzie warningly.

"Lizzie, I can handle myself." Miranda snapped.

"Oooh, afraid to get into a conflict McGuire?" asked Kate. "Really, you are a freak." And with that, Kate turned on her two inch stiletto heel and glided away.

"Lizzie!!! I could have told her off!!! Now I won't ever get the chance!" Miranda scowled, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"But Miranda." Lizzie sputtered, "You-you said you weren't moving."

Miranda looked away.

"Oh my God..." she grabbed her arm, she could feel her voice cracking as she spoke. "Miranda.I thought.I mean you said..."

"I lied okay?" She still couldn't look at Lizzie. "We're leaving for Mexico City and I don't know if we're coming back. Hell, I just may live there forever."

"Miranda, are you being serious?" asked Gordo, he was feeling upset too.

"I'm sorry...I-I just, I figured that this way you guys would just slowly get used to me not being around. It wouldn't bother you, you'd get over it...I-I..."

"Miranda...it's going to take us ages to get use to you being gone...I mean..." Lizzie could feel the tears building up behind her eyes.

"I know..." Miranda whispered. "I'm sorry..."

"No, Miranda, we're sorry, sorry that you'll be leaving. It isn't your fault, you know." Gordo forced away the urge to cry. "Yeah.but I'll call, and write, and...and...I'm just going to miss you guys so much...!" And right there in the middle of the hall, the three of them started sobbing, in sort of a three way hug.

Moving absolutely sucks.

--

It had been one month now, since Miranda had moved, and it seemed as if both Lizzie and Gordo were coping rather well. Until they were seven years old they had been best friends, like Peanut Butter and Jelly, it was only then that they had Miranda to become The Three Musketeers.

The only difference was now that they were just "Lizzie and Gordo" again, and people suddenly began to realize how much time they really spent together. Gordo was never without Lizzie and Lizzie was never without Gordo. What up with that?

Bang, bang, BANG. Lizzie smacked her head against the locker for the millionth time.

"What are you doing?" Gordo came up behind her, trying to stifle a laugh.

Lizzie picked up her head for a second, just to look at Gordo, "I'm trying to find someone else to go the movies with." And she started hitting it again, or rather hitting the locker, rather violently too, as violent as one can get, with their head. Gordo looked both ways down the hallway, looked over his shoulder and said sarcastically. "It's not like you don't have any friends you know. Nope, don't see any friends, anywhere at all."

Lizzie's head snapped up, and she spun around, leaning against the locker. "Gordo!" she cried, and wacked him over the back of the head.

"Lizzie!" he called and lifted his hand, but in one swift motion she had grabbed his hand, and twisted in a way that should not have been possible. Squinting her eyes, she stared into his own and said in annoyed voice,

"Don't even try it."

"Sorry." Lizzie let up her grasp, and he rubbed his arm.

"I'll remind you that you are an only child, I've dealt with my little brother for 10 years, don't tempt me."

"Okay, jeez I'm sorry, dang you're in a bad mood."

"No, I'm not in a bad mood."

Gordo coughed loudly and said something as he did so that sounded very much like, 'PMS', well that earned him another smack upside the head.

"You know, I could go to the movies with you." Gordo said pointedly.

"No, you can't." Lizzie snapped.

"...WHY???..." "Because I was going to go with my friend Anna, the exchange student from Germany..."

"Wait...wait, the hot Senior?"

"Yes!" Lizzie cried impatiently.

"Then I'm game!"

"Gordo, she can't come, that's why I'm not going!"

"Oh..."

"See the movie is a total chick flick, or else I would have invited you." Lizzie explained.

"Well...what movie is it?" he asked tentatively.

"Ella Enchanted, you know the new Fantasy staring Anne Hathaway?"

"Ooooo...WAIT!!! That gorgeous girl from The Princess Diaries?"

Lizzie nodded. "What's your point?"

"Well.I like fantasy, you know Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Wars...and Anne Hathaway is hot, so..."

"Gordo, there's a huge romance involved, it's the retelling of Cinderella and the main theme revolves around the Power of Woman, and the Power of Love. You'll hate it."

"How do you know so much about a movie you've never seen?"

"It was originally a book by Gail Carson Levine, I read it in the fourth grade." Lizzie explained.

"Oh" He looked at her face, something told him that this movie was important to her. "You really wanna go see this, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, I've been waiting for a really long time now. It's one of my favorite books."

"What time should I pick you up?"

--

"Two please." Gordo handed the man at the box office a 20, and waited for his change.

"Gordo, you don't have to pay for my ticket!" Lizzie said in a very honest voice.

"Sure I do."

"It's bad enough I had to drag you here, let alone make you pay for my ticket."

"Liz, don't think you're getting out of this so easy, you're buying the food."

"EXCUSE ME??? That is so not fair. You get like the extra, super, double-big, giant, Russian circus-sized ."

"Yeah I know, the really, really big popcorn."

"And it costs almost as much as a ticket!"

"I'm sneaky, aren't I?"

"GORDO!!"

"HAHAHA!"

"One day, I'm going to kill you, just grab you around the neck and strangle you." Lizzie shook at fist at him threateningly.

"Yeah, and then who'll sit with you at lunch, KATE?"

"Shut up," she snapped as he stood next to her and laughed.

--

Finally in their seats, Gordo with his extra large popcorn, and giant sized Coke and Lizzie with her small bucket and bottle of Aquafina, they waited for the movie to start.

"Thank you." She said suddenly, looking at him.

"Hey, what are friend's for?"

Lizzie opened her mouth to say something, but then the movie started.

After watching the dancing hot dog, and the "Please throw away your trash, turn you cell phone off, and please don't talk," messages, they watched the ever loveable previews, and finally the movie.

--

An hour later the movie, (which turned out to be quite good) Gordo thought so anyway, the heroine Ella was being threatened by some not-so- nice ogres. The one was trying to put her in a skillet, and Lizzie, totally consumed by the movie, horrified by the gruesome looking creatures, and the site of the half eaten horse they had snacked on, she turned her head, and buried it in Gordo's shoulder. He looked over...

"Lizzie...?"

"Eww....I can't look, it's gross."

And though she didn't mean it, her head sort of got...stuck there, for the rest of the movie. Gordo's shoulder, she discovered was incredibly comfortable, and he didn't seem to mind, so she stayed there, and watched the whole way to the end, right as Ella married Prince Charmont and lived Happily Ever After.

As the lights came back on, Lizzie stood up, and so did Gordo. In truth, having Lizzie rest her pretty head on his own shoulder hadn't fazed him, they'd been best friends forever, I mean really, he'd been in her bedroom, he'd seen her right after she got out of the shower, right after she'd gotten up in the morning, and right after she'd been sick, with the flu.

The two of them were walking up the ramp, talking about the movie, and Gordo couldn't help but to say, 'It was actually really good,' a voice, a snotty voice came from behind them.

"Hello, Lizzie, hello, Gordo."

It was Kate.

Lizzie and Gordo spun around, looking right into Kate's leering face. Ethan was with her, looking dumbfounded, as always, his perfect hair cascading over his brown eyes. "Did you like the movie?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was good." Replied Lizzie.

"Lizzie, Lizzie!" cried Ethan, "You look lovely, my lady."

"Thanks Ethan," Lizzie replied, flustering a little.

Gordo rolled his eyes, and so did Kate.

"Whatever." She said, "Come on Ethan, you promised you'd go shopping with me."

"Bye-bye Lizzie, and Gord-on, my main man!, you, me, we need to get together some time, hang! Lata!" and he was ushered away from them, by a spitting mad Kate.

"Ooooo! I hate her. I loathe her. I-I..." but she couldn't come up with anymore nasty words for hate. "I can totally agree," said Gordo. "What are you having for dinner?"

"Probably shells and sauce." She answered.

"Can I have dinner at your house?

--

On Monday morning whispers followed Lizzie the whole way to home room. She was getting funny looks, and odd stares, which she found extremely disconcerting. It was Monday, which made her sleep to begin with, and secondly she'd been up late again on AIM, chatting with Gordo about the ideals of world peace. Why? She had no clue.

"Hey, Gordo." She said, as she came up to her locker, which was next to his, pulling out the books she had taken home.

"Hey!" he replied in his usual friendly tone.

"Hello, Lizzie." Came a recognizable snooty voice.

Yeah, you guessed it, Kate.

"I have a question for you Lizzie." She spun around, and looked Kate right in the eye.

"What?"

"Are you and Gordo..." she wiggled her first two fingers, "Going out???"

Lizzie lost it, totally and completely lost it. She fell on the floor, in hysterics she was laughing so hard, "Me.and." she tried to talk between laughs, "Me...and..." more laughter. "Gordo...and..." peals of laughter. "You...you think..." barrels of laughter.

Katie got a rather annoyed expression on her face and along with her lackeys she turned on her heel and marched away.

"Can...you...believe her...?" she asked, clutching her side, which hurt from laughing.

"No..." replied Gordo, slamming his locker door shut and marching away.

Well that shut Lizzie up. "Gordo, what's wrong?" she yelled to his retreating back, "Gordo?"

He didn't answer her.

Well what did you think?

First fic on here, I hope you liked it!

~Jen