Whooo, I haven't written in so long! I'm sorry guys! I've been so busy.

First I had Drama (Yay I played a 10 year old!)

Plus I had Orchestra (Freshman in the house! WOOOO WOOO! I'M SOOO GOOD! Hahaha! Everybody else except for a lazy whiner, who bitched her way in, was an upper class flute! Go Autumn and Cara! They should have picked Des instead of a stupid someone whom I've already said wormed her way in)

So anyway now I have plenty of time (except for my Medieval Research Paper stupid Sylbaugh!)

So anywho, I'm going to continue!

Disclaimer: Nope Don't own Lizzie, nor do I own "Big Yellow Taxi" that belongs to the Counting Crows and Miss Vannessa Carlton, and "Bohemian Rhapsody" belongs to Queen

Chapter 7 Red, White and-Yellow?

"And it's a beautiful Saturday Morning here on Power 99.1! 8:15, quarter after eight, and I hope everybody's having a good day so far, and now here's 'Big Yellow Taxi' by the Counting Crows with Vanessa Carlton..."

~*~They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot~*~

Lizzie hummed merrily as she made up her bed with the flowery sheets.

~*~Ooooh, bop bop bop

Ooooh, bop bop bop~*~

"Yes," she said, very quietly to no one but herself, "Today's the day...la, la, la, la, la!"

She bounced over to her white door and swung it open, only to find her mother, a hand raised in a fist as if she was about to knock.

"Oh, morning Mom!" she cried, her blonde hair flying around her head as she hurried past Jo, sliding on her white socks over the gleaming wooden floor.

"Someone is in a very good mood today." Jo McGuire remarked casually, as she watched her daughter go into the bathroom.

"It's a good day!" Lizzie replied with a large white smile, closing the door.

Just as the bathroom door closed, Sam entered tying his tie around his striped blue and white collar.

"Sam," said Jo, still watching the bathroom door.

"Yes, dear?"

"Sam, do you know what's wrong with Lizzie?"

"Jo, I barely understand you, let alone a mood-swingy, hormone filled 15- year-old girl." He shook his head, "She'll come to you, and she always does." He sighed and started heading downstairs, but Jo kept watching the door.

"I'll get to the bottom of this Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, I always do..."

--

~*~Is this the real life, is this just fantasy

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes , look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me

...to me~*~

Gordo sung loudly to his stereo...he loved Queen. Today was the day, and he couldn't have been more excited. Today WAS THE DAY!

Suddenly he could hear his favorite part coming on; he dashed over and turned up the volume.

Gordo danced around his room singing loudly, snatching stuff out of his closet to possibly wear when the door flung open, (though he didn't notice) and his parents looked in.

~*~I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me!

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo figaro (Magnificoz) But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me,

He's just a poor boy from a poor family ,

Spare him his life from this monstrosity,

Easy come easy go, will you let me go,

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go,

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go,

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go,

Will not let you go, let me go! Will not let you go let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me~*~

He began playing an electric air guitar, sinking to his knees in a magnificent solo.

~*~So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby!

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here,

Nothing really matters, anyone can see,

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....~*~

He heard clapping behind him, and jumped up. His parents were standing next to each other, smiling.

"Uh..."

"Morning, David. Sleep well?" Hannah asked.

"Uh...yeah."

"Good son, glad to hear it. Breakfast is downstairs, pancakes and Belgian waffles."

Then they left, not another word, just closing the door behind them.

Gordo stared blankly ahead for a couple of seconds, wow, parents were so weird.

Out in the hallway, Hannah and Daniel exchanged glances.

Heading down the stairs they waited until they were out of ear shot of their son, and immediately Hannah exploded,

"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?" She cried, putting her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"I know, they've only met once and David is already crazy for Sarah!!"

"What a perfect plan!" Hannah giggled. "I have the greatest husband; I can't believe you came up with that."

He smiled jauntily and said, "I always have good ideas..."

"Hmm...but you know something, right now I have one that's better than any of yours." And she leaned in and kissed him.

A few seconds later after she let go, he smiled and said, "Yep, better then mine..."

--

"Uh, Mom?" Lizzie came downstairs at about 5:30 that evening.

Jo looked up, she was leaning over the island clipping coupons. "Hey sweetie, what's up?"

"Well tonight I've got plans with Gordo, so I won't need dinner."

"Oh, where are you two going?" Jo asked.

"La Petite Café. It just opened over at Sweet Rose Avenue, downtown."

"Hell Lizzie I know where that is, your father has been trying to get reservations for weeks! Why are you and Gordo going?"

"For French class, Madam Delacour wanted us to get a real taste of French food." Lizzie replied calmly. It was the plan she and Gordo had devised. No way would their parents buy 'We just wanted a change from the Digital Bean.'

"Yes, but 'La Petite Café'? Your French teacher TOLD you to go there?"

"Oh, no, no." Lizzie said, "She just said that if we ever got the chance, try some real French Cuisine, and so we thought we might as well get the best." Whew, nice save McGuire!

"Oh, well okay. Are you going to wear your new light blue sundress?"

Lizzie nodded.

"What time are you leaving?"

"Around six." She answered.

"Well, have fun." Jo answered and went back to coupon clipping.

Lizzie sighed, and hurried out of the room, "Whew...thank God parents are gullible..."

--

Lizzie observed herself in the long full length mirror, the long reflection casting back looked lovely. The dress she wore was light blue that ended right above the knees. It had a low curved neckline which was bunched in a peasant manner at the breast. It was sleeveless, but the thin spaghetti straps at the top had light blue ruffles on them that draped only slightly over her shoulder. The print was of creamy flowers and light green leaves. It fit her form perfectly, showing off her thin waste and flat tummy. Her long legs ended in a pair of half-inch plastic heels (she didn't want to be taller than him), which were clear, and looked like glass. The strap over her ankles to keep them on was a light silver, and the strap over the toes was about a half inch wide and also of clear plastic. She'd pulled her blonde tresses into 9 very separate twists, falling into bouncy banana curls. At her throat was a silver chain, called 'sparkling silver' and a matching bracelet at her wrist. They had been gifts from Gordo at Christmas.

Gordo and Lizzie had spent a lot of time together, and she was slowly realizing this as she fingered the folds of her dress. But it was funny, they had gone for walks, sat and talked, but they'd only done it a couple of times. They'd never gone out on a REAL date.

And it was freaking her out.

What was she supposed to do with Gordo? Just sit and talk? What if she ate too much garlic, and her breath stunk? Should she order a lot of food? Or a little? What if she started acting strangely? What if he did? Would he kiss her good-night? Or would they make-out? She didn't really want to do that. She loved Gordo and all...but there were other things besides kissing. And what if the whole thing was a total disaster and they ended up getting in a big fight and never talked to each other again?

A soft knock on the door startled the gaze she was keeping with her reflection in glass, as well as her thoughts.

The door opened, very slowly, and in walked Matt.

"Get out Squirt!" Lizzie hollered in disgust.

"No, wait, I just wanted to come in and talk to you." He said, and she had to admit, he looked sort of miserable.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "Matt-is something wrong?"

"It's Melina." He answered softly.

Lizzie glanced at the clock by her bed. It was 5:30, she still had some time before Gordo would get there.

"What's wrong?" she questioned his tired face; she sat down on the edge of her bed, and patted the space next to it. "Come on, come sit."

Matt sat down dejectedly.

"Wow, this is really serious, you haven't thrown one insult yet." Lizzie said jokingly, but Matt didn't move. "What is it?"

"Well, now that we're in Middle School..." he began slowly.

"Uh-huh?" Lizzie urged him on.

"There's dances and stuff."

"Okay..."

"And I asked Melina to the dance next Friday when we went bike riding today, and..."

"And...?" But then it hit Lizzie, "Oh, no, Matt, did she turn you down?"

"No, that would have been a lot easier." He replied.

"So wait she said yes?" Lizzie felt lost.

"Yeah."

"And...the reason you're unhappy.is?"

"I don't know what to do!" he cried, hiding his small face in his hands.

"What do you mean you don't know what to do?" Lizzie asked.

"I mean, do I dance with her? And if I do, what if I step on her toes? What if I act weird? What if she thinks I'm a dork? What if I trip? What if my breath stinks? What if I spill something on myself? What if I sneeze on her, or throw up? Do I get her flowers? If so, a corsage or a rose? Does she like roses? Or would she prefer daisies? Do I HAVE TO KISS HER?? And what if we get into a fight and never talked to each other again?" he cried exasperatedly.

"Matt! Calm down! It's Melina! You guys have been best friends for a long time..." she stopped talking suddenly and realized what she was saying, Lizzie smiled softly and put an arm around her brother's shoulder. "Look, tell Melina that you want to have a really good time at the Dance, but you don't want it to ruin your friendship. Then ask her, what's your favorite flower? And no you don't have to kiss her, give it some time. You're only twelve. If anything, complement her, A LOT. Say that she looks nice, or even smells nice. Girls like compliments."

"I guess I was being sort of crazy wasn't I?" He asked looking up at her.

"Yes, but that's normal, everyone freaks out about dating. And I should know, I've been there, done that, and bought the T-shirt."

"Thanks, sis. I owe you one."

"Yeah ya do. But hey, I'm your big sister, I should watch out for you." She kissed Matt's forehead softly, and smiled, "Now get lost before I beat you to a pulp! Gordo's going to be here in..." she checked her clock, "15 minutes, and I didn't put on my make-up yet."

Matt got up off the bed and headed towards the door, but stopped and turned around, he watched his sister put a little blush on her cheeks, a little liner around her hazel eyes, a soft brown on her eye-lids, and a some mascara. It was funny, she was getting awfully dressed up, and she looked like she was going out with more than just Gordo.

"Lizzie? Why such nice stuff?" he asked.

Lizzie whirled around, "I'm going out for French food with Gordo."

"Hmmmm. Okay,"

"What's 'Hmmmm, okay' Matt?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing." He answered, shuffling out of her room. "Sisters." He muttered.

"Brothers." She muttered.

--

Gordo breathed deeply, he was standing before the McGuire's porch door, dressed in a nice suit that he'd worn to his cousin Miriam's Bat Mitzvah, behind him on the street was a yellow taxi cab that he called to take him and Lizzie to dinner. No, WAY was he going to have his parents drive them. Sighing he rung the door bell, and took another deep breath. Why was he so nervous? This was Lizzie, his best friend, the girl he'd known since child hood, not to mention the girl he loved. The one person who truly understood, the only person that could make him smi-

The door opened, and there she was. Dressed in a pretty blue sundress, her hair done, carrying a little cream clutch purse. His breath caught in the back of his throat, this was why he was so nervous. She looked wonderful, and she was HIS girlfriend. The universe HAD to be off kilter.

"Hi." She said softly.

"Hi." He replied. "You-You, you look-you look beautiful." He stammered.

"Thanks. You-you look good too, Gordo." She replied, trying to push down all the funny butterflies in her stomach. They'd done stuff before, WHY WAS THIS DIFFERENT??

"Uh-the, cab, we can't keep the cabbie waiting." He said quickly.

"Right," she nodded, and turned back into the house, "MOM! DAD!" she hollered, "I'M LEAVING!"

Then she closed the door before they could give her a curfew.

"So did the plan go smoothly?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, it did. My Mom totally bought it."

--

"I so did not buy that!" Jo McGuire laughed into the telephone.

"When Gordo told me," Hannah chuckled, "I thought he was joking."

"So, where do you think they REALLY went?" Jo asked as she spooned herself some Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.

"To an 'R' rated movie, or a rave." Hannah replied exasperatedly, as she swallowed down a bite of Ben and Jerry's Cookie's and Cream.

Jo laughed. "We are such horrible parents."

"I know. You'd think that we keep a steadier hand on them but you know, you want to trust them, and you don't want to question them, because you remember how we hated it when OUR parents pestered us." Hannah sighed.

"Think we should go check on them?" Jo asked.

"No because if they are really there, and they find out we're spying on them, they'll hate us forever." Hannah answered in her 'I'm a psychologist and I've-seen-this-before' sort of voice.

"So what, we wait until the cops break into the Rave or the people at the box office turn them down?" Jo licked a little ice cream off her finger.

"Yeah." I guess.

They sighed together, and swallowed another bite of Ben and Jerry's.

"Kids."

--

"And 'ere is your menu Mademoiselle." The waiter laid a menu before Lizzie, and then one before Gordo. Then excused himself with a bow.

Lizzie perused her menu thoughtfully, thankfully it wasn't in French.

"What are you going to have?" Gordo asked.

She looked up, into his deep blue eyes, those honest, pure eyes and she caught her breath.

"Something wrong?"

"Oh, no...no." she could feel her face fluster, and she buried her nose back in her menu.

"So..." He began.

"Huh? What?"

"What are you going to order?" He asked again.

"Oh!... yeah...I don't know yet."

"The filet sounds good." He commented.

"But it's awfully expensive." She said thoughtfully.

"That's alright." Gordo answered.

At that minute the waiter appeared.

"Vous deziree?" he asked.

"How do you like your steak Lizzie, Medium? Or Medium-Rare?"

She laughed, "Medium-rare, thank you."

--

Twenty minutes later they were finishing their food. They'd eaten at least a half-a-dozen baguettes, and the filet's were positively mouth-watering.

"So Matt fell off the swing..." she started laughing,

"And right into the sandbox!" he finished. "I remember that. I remember a lot of stuff we did as kids."

"Yeah, we were such good friends, and still are." She paused, and suddenly became rather concerned with a wrinkle in the tablecloth. "Thank you." Lizzie said quickly.

"For what?" He looked at her.

"For being there, you know when we were kids...and now."

He smiled, that big white smile that made her heart flutter. "You know I wouldn't have it any other way."

She nodded. "I know."

--

Soon afterwards dinner was finished, and they paid, leaving Francoise, their server a very nice tip.

"What time is it?" Lizzie asked as they rose to leave.

Gordo looked at his watch, "8:15." He told her.

"Still early."

"Don't worry, I have something planned."

"What?" she looked at him wonderingly.

"Come on." He snatched her hand and helped her out the door.

Outside the air was humid, and thick with the scent of lilacs, the midnight sky was lit up by a White Lunar in its prime. The velvet blanket above their head was speckled with stars, and the whole world was so quiet...

"It's so beautiful..." she murmured. Lizzie linked her arm in Gordo's, and he wound his fingers with hers, as they walked down the street together.

Shadows crossed her face sometimes, and when he looked over, he saw that her eyes were glazed with wonder, as she breathed in the entire evening.

"Gordo," she said presently.

"Hmmm?"

"Where are we going?"

"That's a secret."

After what seemed like a long time, through the majestic scenery, they stopped by a set of gates.

"Gordo..." she let go and walked over, "What it is this? This isn't the garden." But she recognized the metal work.

"I found it the other day when I was going to the library. It's a secret entrance. C'mon." He pushed open one rusty gate slowly, and it creaked softly.

They walked down a humid path, lined with forget-me-nots, and then they stopped.

It was a fountain, at least six feet tall, engraved with Moons, stars and in the middle was towering goddess with long flowing hair, she looked almost alive in the cascading moon light.

"It's Diana." He said, "Goddess of the moon."

She nodded vaguely.

"Sit down here." He ordered and as she touched the crystal droplets that fell from one of the stars made of creamy marble, she sat on a ledge that came out, the whole way around the fountain.

"Gordo, it's so beautiful..." She looked over to reach for his hand...but he wasn't there. "Gordo?" she called, but no one answered her in the darkness. "Gordo?!" she cried, suddenly feeling a little panicked.

She jumped up, and walked down the path a bit, "Gordo?" no answer. "Gordo! Oh, my God, Gordo where are you? GORDO!" Suddenly everything seemed so much darker, "GOR-" something touched her arm and she jumped a foot in the air.

"Why did you move?" he asked, it was Gordo.

"Don't do that!" she slapped his arm.

He laughed, "Sorry, I was only gone for a minute, and besides I have a surprise for you."

"I thought that this was the surprise."

"This is only part of it, c'mon."

She followed him back over to the fountain, and sat down. Suddenly three roses were in front of her, One red, one white and the last yellow.

A small gasp escaped her throat, "They're lovely, and they're just like the ones you used to give me when we were little."

He sat down and handed her the red rose. "This means True Love." he said softly,

She took it and smelled it's sweet aroma.

"This one," he handed her the white rose, "means Friendship, because now we have both."

"It's lovely," she answered.

"And then the yellow one." He held it up so that the moon caught the few droplets that hung from its sunny petals shimmered softly, "Means love everlasting."

She couldn't speak.

"Love can mean two things Lizzie," he whispered as he put an arm around her, "It can be the love from when we were five, and love can be this..." He leaned over and passionately kissed her on the lips.

A few seconds after he leaned away, Lizzie smiled, and breathed in the scent of the three roses.

"You know, I never would have guessed that my best friend could be this romantic..." she whispered.

"And I never realized how much I love my best friend."

She pulled him into a tight embrace. "Thank you, this was wonderful."

"I love you McG."

"I love you too, David Gordon."

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Whew.it took me all day.

Enjoy!

And as always, reviews are lovely but not that important, and criticism is really helpful.

-J~Ho