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C'est Adam Lamberg. Il n'est pas dans une ecole secondaire americaine. Il est dans college. Il a dix-huit ans!
And I am sooooooo not lying. Answer will be posted in Chapter 5!
Thanks for Reviews, you've no idea how much they meant to me!!! I can log into my inbox five times in 1 hour and there will be another or even two more review alerts. Merci Beaucoup! (Thanks so much) Remember though, I haven't got a flame yet, so send me some real criticism! I AM TOUGH!!! *cough*
BTW- Ciao Lizzie will be in theatres MAY SECOND!!! (Joygasm!)
~Jen
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire; do wish I owned Gordo though. "I'm with you" belongs to Avril Lavinge. (I just love her ... )
Chapter 3: I'm With You
"Miss?" someone was shaking her. "Miss, are you all right?" Poking and prodding her in the arm.
"Stop it . ... " she murmured.
"Miss, oh heavens do wake up!!!" came the voice near her ear.
"Ger'off" she muttered, trying to push away whoever was next to her.
"She's not bleeding is she?" came a male voice.
"No-no, she just collapsed," came the elderly female voice again.
Lizzie cracked an eye open, the bright spring sun practically blinding her. Half-a-dozen people were standing around her.
"Oh she's awake!!! Are you alright dear?" A middle aged woman was bending near her, her short black hair was streaked with gray.
"Oh, my God, Gordo!" Lizzie cried.
"She's delirious!" cried the woman.
"Gordo, I have to get to Gordo!" she tried sitting up.
"No, no, dear, don't get up the paramedics are on there way." The woman patted her hand soothingly, "I am Betty dear, please just lay back down."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Lizzie politely, "but really I have to go, my friend, he . . " she paused, was Gordo her friend? After what had jut happened . . "Please, I need to go."
"No, dear . ."
Lizzie jumped to her feet, "Really, I'm fine."
The crowd consumed her, everybody was talking at once.
"Feel her head," said one woman.
"I told you Marge!" boomed a man, "Those terrorists are gonna get us all sick with E Coli!"
"E Boli, Harvey."
"I hope you're not contagious, dear" said another woman.
"Do you feel lightheaded?" asked a man.
"PLEASE!!!" cried Lizzie, "I'm FINE!!! Just let me go. I'm not lightheaded, I don't feel sick, I just . . I'm fine, really."
"But . . "
--
Twenty minutes later Lizzie was walking down the sidewalk completely frazzled. "Why do people complain about their neighbors being unfriendly? Jeez. Now," she stopped and glanced around. "Where the heck did he go? He obviously didn't go home, because it's the wrong direction."
Then it hit her.
"THE GARDEN!" How could she have been that dumb? Lizzie glanced at her watch, it was almost 5:00 and the April evening was cooling but it didn't matter. She clutched her light blue windbreaker around her a little tighter, and began sprinting down the sidewalk. "Oh, gosh, oh gosh... ." she stopped, "Oh, shoot I don't even know which way to go... she hadn't gone this way in a long time, she regretted it too, hadn't she made a promise to Gordo that both of them would return there someday? Her heart was suddenly aching, what if she did find him and he didn't want to talk?
SPLAT!
Something hit her head. She reached up... a rain drop.
SPLAT! SPLAT!!
"Oh, perfect." She pulled her hood over her head, and began to run. She knew it was someplace down this road... "Oh, Gordo don't leave, whatever you do, don't leave." Her mind was racing, "My God, please help me out here..." suddenly she stopped; there it was, a sign, a tired old crumbly wood sign,
ROSE GATE GARDENS
Open to public from 7 AM until dark.
But the old rusty gate, with the ivy climbing up its exquisite metal work,
-was closed.
She walked up to the gate, and touched the ivy tendrils, covered in the falling rain. She fingered the metal bars, and reached to the iron latch- it opened. A cry caught itself in the back of her throat; she hadn't been here in so long...
Slowly Lizzie pushed the gate forward, and put a foot over the threshold, memories hit her, like the rain water; they were every where, she could feel them, touch them, smell them...
She could hear his laughter, see his face, smell the roses he'd given here, as if it were all five minutes ago.
Her feet started moving, as she passed everything from her childhood. Trees, grassy spots, beds of roses, and forget-me-nots. There had been a bridge too, she remembered that all too clearly, and the swing that old wooden swing.
Walking down the wet paths, Lizzie made her way over to the old bridge, on the other side, someplace was the swing.
~*I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound*~
She stopped and looked, there he was, slightly bent over, staring over into the water.
What could she say, what could she do?
"Hello." She whispered. He turned around and looked at her.
~*Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you*~
The rain was pouring down now, and he wasn't wearing his hood. Dark brown curls plastered to his head, she had a feeling that without the rain, he'd still have droplets sliding down his face, she could feel warm tears leaking down her own face.
"Hi," He replied.
~*I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is there anybody here I know
Cause nothings going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone*~
Lizzie walked over to him, and looked into his light blue eyes, "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No, I'm sorry." He looked away, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm not sure what I was thinking."
She put her hand over and pulled his up his chin, so he was looking at her, "You were thinking with your heart." She smiled, "And I can't blame you for that."
~*Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are But I, I'm with you *~
"Gordo...we've been friends for a really long time. Maybe it's time we became something more."
A slight smile curved around his lips. "Yeah...maybe."
And now it was her turn to shock him, she leaned over and kissed him.
It was just like the last time, she realized, all the sparks, all the fireworks, her hood fell of her head, and the rain was soaking her blonde hair, but she didn't care, it didn't really matter, did it?
~*Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea, yea, yea*~
He looked at her, when it was over, the rain soaking everything, almost blinding her as she stared into his eyes.
"This is crazy!" he cried.
She hugged him, and said, "Yeah, but that's what makes it wonderful."
~*It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you*~
"Lizzie," he pushed her away, "Our families would kill us."
She turned and leaned over the bridge looking into the water, "I know."
He put out his hand, "Come on," he said quietly, "We have to get out of the rain."
~*Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
I'm with you*~
They started walking, her hand in his, they didn't talk, just sort of looked in the garden, and she knew he was remembering everything too.
"It's sort of scary, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah, all these memories." He replied very softly.
Suddenly they stopped, and Lizzie looked ahead; it was the old wooden swing. It hung under a huge oak, and near it was a very sheltered alcove.
"I don't want to get of the rain," she said quickly, "I want to go on the swing."
He laughed, "Okay." They walked towards it and Gordo gave one side a sharp tug, "It seems okay. You know it's a lot lower than I remembered."
"Yeah." She sat down, and he sat next to her, it was still wide enough for two people. He clutched her hand, and looked at her,
"Lizzie, this-this may not work you know."
"I know."
"Our families, well our Fathers anyway, are pretty hard headed about such things, especially mine. He wants me to settle down with a nice Jewish girl."
"And my Dad expects me to marry another Gentile." She answered.
"But I want this to work." He said.
"Me too."
"Then, I'm with you, Lizzie McGuire, a best friend, and maybe more. I want us to be more than what we've been."
She nodded. "I'm with you too David Gordon, I'm with you."
~*Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...*~
And so they sat in the rain, on that old wooden swing, and decided it had to be done.
'I want to do what I think is right," she thought, 'Even if Mom and Dad don't agree.'
--
Well I've been putting it off ALL weekend, and TA-DA!!! It's done. You like???
Chapter 5 will be up sooner, heck, I don't want to do my homework. I know that this ending isn't a cliff hanger, but there is something you totally won't see coming, an new character and some of their dates. So, I'm gonna make you wait!!!
~Jen
Okay new bonus point special!
C'est Adam Lamberg. Il n'est pas dans une ecole secondaire americaine. Il est dans college. Il a dix-huit ans!
And I am sooooooo not lying. Answer will be posted in Chapter 5!
Thanks for Reviews, you've no idea how much they meant to me!!! I can log into my inbox five times in 1 hour and there will be another or even two more review alerts. Merci Beaucoup! (Thanks so much) Remember though, I haven't got a flame yet, so send me some real criticism! I AM TOUGH!!! *cough*
BTW- Ciao Lizzie will be in theatres MAY SECOND!!! (Joygasm!)
~Jen
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire; do wish I owned Gordo though. "I'm with you" belongs to Avril Lavinge. (I just love her ... )
Chapter 3: I'm With You
"Miss?" someone was shaking her. "Miss, are you all right?" Poking and prodding her in the arm.
"Stop it . ... " she murmured.
"Miss, oh heavens do wake up!!!" came the voice near her ear.
"Ger'off" she muttered, trying to push away whoever was next to her.
"She's not bleeding is she?" came a male voice.
"No-no, she just collapsed," came the elderly female voice again.
Lizzie cracked an eye open, the bright spring sun practically blinding her. Half-a-dozen people were standing around her.
"Oh she's awake!!! Are you alright dear?" A middle aged woman was bending near her, her short black hair was streaked with gray.
"Oh, my God, Gordo!" Lizzie cried.
"She's delirious!" cried the woman.
"Gordo, I have to get to Gordo!" she tried sitting up.
"No, no, dear, don't get up the paramedics are on there way." The woman patted her hand soothingly, "I am Betty dear, please just lay back down."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Lizzie politely, "but really I have to go, my friend, he . . " she paused, was Gordo her friend? After what had jut happened . . "Please, I need to go."
"No, dear . ."
Lizzie jumped to her feet, "Really, I'm fine."
The crowd consumed her, everybody was talking at once.
"Feel her head," said one woman.
"I told you Marge!" boomed a man, "Those terrorists are gonna get us all sick with E Coli!"
"E Boli, Harvey."
"I hope you're not contagious, dear" said another woman.
"Do you feel lightheaded?" asked a man.
"PLEASE!!!" cried Lizzie, "I'm FINE!!! Just let me go. I'm not lightheaded, I don't feel sick, I just . . I'm fine, really."
"But . . "
--
Twenty minutes later Lizzie was walking down the sidewalk completely frazzled. "Why do people complain about their neighbors being unfriendly? Jeez. Now," she stopped and glanced around. "Where the heck did he go? He obviously didn't go home, because it's the wrong direction."
Then it hit her.
"THE GARDEN!" How could she have been that dumb? Lizzie glanced at her watch, it was almost 5:00 and the April evening was cooling but it didn't matter. She clutched her light blue windbreaker around her a little tighter, and began sprinting down the sidewalk. "Oh, gosh, oh gosh... ." she stopped, "Oh, shoot I don't even know which way to go... she hadn't gone this way in a long time, she regretted it too, hadn't she made a promise to Gordo that both of them would return there someday? Her heart was suddenly aching, what if she did find him and he didn't want to talk?
SPLAT!
Something hit her head. She reached up... a rain drop.
SPLAT! SPLAT!!
"Oh, perfect." She pulled her hood over her head, and began to run. She knew it was someplace down this road... "Oh, Gordo don't leave, whatever you do, don't leave." Her mind was racing, "My God, please help me out here..." suddenly she stopped; there it was, a sign, a tired old crumbly wood sign,
ROSE GATE GARDENS
Open to public from 7 AM until dark.
But the old rusty gate, with the ivy climbing up its exquisite metal work,
-was closed.
She walked up to the gate, and touched the ivy tendrils, covered in the falling rain. She fingered the metal bars, and reached to the iron latch- it opened. A cry caught itself in the back of her throat; she hadn't been here in so long...
Slowly Lizzie pushed the gate forward, and put a foot over the threshold, memories hit her, like the rain water; they were every where, she could feel them, touch them, smell them...
She could hear his laughter, see his face, smell the roses he'd given here, as if it were all five minutes ago.
Her feet started moving, as she passed everything from her childhood. Trees, grassy spots, beds of roses, and forget-me-nots. There had been a bridge too, she remembered that all too clearly, and the swing that old wooden swing.
Walking down the wet paths, Lizzie made her way over to the old bridge, on the other side, someplace was the swing.
~*I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound*~
She stopped and looked, there he was, slightly bent over, staring over into the water.
What could she say, what could she do?
"Hello." She whispered. He turned around and looked at her.
~*Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you*~
The rain was pouring down now, and he wasn't wearing his hood. Dark brown curls plastered to his head, she had a feeling that without the rain, he'd still have droplets sliding down his face, she could feel warm tears leaking down her own face.
"Hi," He replied.
~*I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is there anybody here I know
Cause nothings going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone*~
Lizzie walked over to him, and looked into his light blue eyes, "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No, I'm sorry." He looked away, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm not sure what I was thinking."
She put her hand over and pulled his up his chin, so he was looking at her, "You were thinking with your heart." She smiled, "And I can't blame you for that."
~*Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are But I, I'm with you *~
"Gordo...we've been friends for a really long time. Maybe it's time we became something more."
A slight smile curved around his lips. "Yeah...maybe."
And now it was her turn to shock him, she leaned over and kissed him.
It was just like the last time, she realized, all the sparks, all the fireworks, her hood fell of her head, and the rain was soaking her blonde hair, but she didn't care, it didn't really matter, did it?
~*Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea, yea, yea*~
He looked at her, when it was over, the rain soaking everything, almost blinding her as she stared into his eyes.
"This is crazy!" he cried.
She hugged him, and said, "Yeah, but that's what makes it wonderful."
~*It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you*~
"Lizzie," he pushed her away, "Our families would kill us."
She turned and leaned over the bridge looking into the water, "I know."
He put out his hand, "Come on," he said quietly, "We have to get out of the rain."
~*Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
I'm with you*~
They started walking, her hand in his, they didn't talk, just sort of looked in the garden, and she knew he was remembering everything too.
"It's sort of scary, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah, all these memories." He replied very softly.
Suddenly they stopped, and Lizzie looked ahead; it was the old wooden swing. It hung under a huge oak, and near it was a very sheltered alcove.
"I don't want to get of the rain," she said quickly, "I want to go on the swing."
He laughed, "Okay." They walked towards it and Gordo gave one side a sharp tug, "It seems okay. You know it's a lot lower than I remembered."
"Yeah." She sat down, and he sat next to her, it was still wide enough for two people. He clutched her hand, and looked at her,
"Lizzie, this-this may not work you know."
"I know."
"Our families, well our Fathers anyway, are pretty hard headed about such things, especially mine. He wants me to settle down with a nice Jewish girl."
"And my Dad expects me to marry another Gentile." She answered.
"But I want this to work." He said.
"Me too."
"Then, I'm with you, Lizzie McGuire, a best friend, and maybe more. I want us to be more than what we've been."
She nodded. "I'm with you too David Gordon, I'm with you."
~*Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...*~
And so they sat in the rain, on that old wooden swing, and decided it had to be done.
'I want to do what I think is right," she thought, 'Even if Mom and Dad don't agree.'
--
Well I've been putting it off ALL weekend, and TA-DA!!! It's done. You like???
Chapter 5 will be up sooner, heck, I don't want to do my homework. I know that this ending isn't a cliff hanger, but there is something you totally won't see coming, an new character and some of their dates. So, I'm gonna make you wait!!!
~Jen
