Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciated them! Keep on
reviewing so I know what you think. I still don't own anything,
unfortunately :( but oh well. No surprise! Before I finally get on with the
third chapter, I'd like to address some of the reviews... and you'd be
amazed how just a few reviews can make your day :)
Jannel- I'm *so* sorry for taking your idea! If I knew you had that idea, I totally would never have taken it! :) I hope you enjoy the story anyway. Nina- Here's your next chapter! Glad you like the story!! BeanieBear1- I'm SO glad you're liking the story!! I work really hard to keep the characters in character, and it's nice to know someone appreciates that :D Tic-Tac- The reason why Gordo hasn't been *too* enthusiastic is mainly because of his character's personality. He's never stricken me as the jumping up and down type, and maybe you'll see more of what you're looking for in chapters to come. And I'm happy it's cracking you up!! :)
*While you're waiting for Chapter Four... here's a little game. Whoever's the first to e-mail me and tell me what Sam McGuire's profession exactly is gets a million dollars!*
Anyway, on with Chapter Three! Hope you love it just as much, and thanks for the reviews!!
Chapter Three
Mom's voice traveled up to my bedroom from downstairs in the kitchen. "Lizzie! Gordo! Miranda! Dinner's ready!"
*Toon Lizzie: And here we go.*
I looked at my two best friends, letting out a deep, shaky breath. "Well, come on," I said nervously. "We've got to go down sometime."
"Lizzie's right," Miranda said. "So come on, you guys. We're in this together...well, really the heat's more on you two, but I'm always here to help!"
"What a great friend," I could hear Gordo mumble sarcastically over in the corner. We decided to ignore him, looping our arms together. When I reached out for Gordo, he wouldn't budge.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, frustrated already. "Come on!" I pulled on his arm a little harder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he sighed, finally giving in. We trudged downstairs together, knowing exactly what was to come as soon as we took the last bites of our pizza and brownies.
"So, kids, have you been having a good time?" Mom asked as we sat down at the table, blissfully unaware of what was really going on around here. Obviously Dad hadn't gotten the chance to tell him about what he heard upstairs, or she'd be acting ten times weirder than she normally does.
"Um, yes," Miranda said, speaking for all three of us. Neither Gordo nor I were able to talk yet, for fear of the stupid things we might say if we tried. Besides, I'm sure Miranda liked it that way, too. She's always been able to.... deal with stuff better than we can. She's a lot more independent.
"That's good," Mom replied, suddenly noticing the strange looks Dad was continuously giving Gordo. "Uh, Sam? Can I talk to you for a minute? In the other room?"
*Toon Lizzie: And here's the part where Mom finds out. My life is way too predictable.
Mom and Dad stepped out of the room for a minute, which turned our attention to Matt. He had been awfully quiet for the past few minutes, and if I know anything about my little brother, that is never a good thing.
"You guys aren't gonna be, like, making out all the time are you?" Matt asked, giving Gordo a narrow look.
"Uh! Ew! No!" I cried, surprised that Matt would even think of such a thing. "I mean, um, no. Not around you, anyway. And especially not anywhere that Mom and Dad could see. Could you imagine their reactions?"
"Good," Matt replied gladly. "Kissing is so disgusting!"
We all went back to eating our pizza when Mom and Dad returned. They both were looking at me and Gordo majorly strange as they sat back down to eat. We were all silent for the rest of the meal, with the exception of Matt, who was rambling on about some project he and Lanny were doing in Matt's room with a tube or a tub, I don't really remember. I didn't eat much, though. My stomach was in knots, knowing about the conversation that was to come.
When we were all done eating and the kitchen was cleaned up, Miranda was, as always, the first to speak up. "Mr. McGuire, Mrs. McGuire. Can you guys come in the living room for a minute? We just want to talk."
Mom's already worried expression became worse. "Well, sure, guys. Sam, come on."
We all gathered in the living room. Mom and Dad sat on the loveseat, and Miranda, Gordo, and I sat on the couch. "Dad, you know how you wanted to have that, um, talk with me later?" I asked so nervously that my voice was almost shaking. "Can we, like, have it now?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Dad replied. "With your friends here.."
"But you'd want to talk with Gordo in the room too!" Miranda pointed out quite loudly. "I mean, he's the one you guys have been looking at all funny all night, and he is the one your daughter's going to be-"
I nudged Miranda with my elbow in her side-- hard. "Ow!" she cried out in pain.
*Toon Lizzie: Sometimes, she just doesn't know when to shut up, does she?*
"Miranda has a good point," Mom said, agreeing with my friend. "Why don't we have this talk now."
"Great!" Miranda exclaimed, faking enthusiasm. "You both have known Lizzie as long as Gordo has, and I've known her almost that long. From the last twelve years we've been best friends, I've come to find out that your daughter is a very nice and responsible young lady." She was going a little over the top now, but if it worked...
"Yes, we know that," Dad interrupted her speech. "But we just wanted to talk to Gordo and Lizzie."
"Oh, I know," Miranda replied. "But I'm here to offer moral support to my friends, you know.."
"Miranda?" Mom said pointedly. "Out. Until this conversation is over."
"Okay, okay," she said, sighing. "Sorry, Lizzie, I tried." She got up from the couch and left the living room. I knew she wouldn't be listening in from too far away.
"Now," Dad began, sounding very businesslike. "What I want to know is how long this....um, relationship has been going on."
"Just since the end of the trip to Rome," I replied meekly, knowing that Gordo was going to keep his mouth clamped absolutely shut during this whole converstation if he could help it. Now, with Miranda gone, it was up to me to answer all the questions fired our way.
"You know the rules we have, right?" Mom asked, and I could tell right away that she was going to be a lot easier to deal with than Dad. "I don't see a problem here, if you do. You've had a boyfriend before, so things should be fine."
"Now I'm not so sure about this whole thing!" Dad spoke up. "Lizzie, I don't think you're old enough to be running around, having boyfriends and.."
"Lizzie, Gordo," Mom said, smiling. "You can both go back upstairs with Miranda. Have fun."
Relieved to be released from torture so quickly, Gordo and I both got up from the couch and hurried out of the room. Miranda was waiting by the door, listening in. We joined her to see what Mom and Dad were talking about in there.
"Lizzie's too young to have a boyfriend," Dad was saying to Mom, and he sounded pretty serious.
"Sam, come on," Mom said with a laugh. "This was bound to happen sooner or later. I could see it coming all along. She's fourteen. You can't lock her up forever."
That was all we needed to hear.
*Toon Lizzie: Sounds like things are going to be okay, after all. *
We ran back upstairs to go into my bedroom. Everything still seemed normal until we walked into my bedroom. Our feet were immersed in five inches of water which was slowly filling up our shoes. Everything that had been on the floor of my room was totally soaked!
"Matt!" I screamed angrily.
*Toon Lizzie: When anything bad happens, Matt can't be too far.*
Matt and Lanny, both of them wet from head to toe, walked into my bedroom. "My whole bedroom's flooded!" Matt exclaimed. Lanny nodded in agreement.
"Don't act like you didn't have anything to do with it," I said. "If you tell me right now what happened, I'll try really hard not to hurt you. Even though I can't guarantee anything."
"I didn't do it!" Matt protested loudly, as if I was doing him a complete injustice.
"I don't think Matt did it!" Gordo called. He had already made it over to my bathroom, and was standing in the doorway. "Come here!"
Miranda, Matt, Lanny, and I walked through the freezing water to where Gordo was standing. He was pointing to a toolkit laying on my bathroom counter.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, and immediately I took off running downstairs to the living room, leaving a trail of water behind me. "Mom, Dad fixed the plumbing in my bathroom again!"
"Sam!" Mom cried frustratedly. "
Jannel- I'm *so* sorry for taking your idea! If I knew you had that idea, I totally would never have taken it! :) I hope you enjoy the story anyway. Nina- Here's your next chapter! Glad you like the story!! BeanieBear1- I'm SO glad you're liking the story!! I work really hard to keep the characters in character, and it's nice to know someone appreciates that :D Tic-Tac- The reason why Gordo hasn't been *too* enthusiastic is mainly because of his character's personality. He's never stricken me as the jumping up and down type, and maybe you'll see more of what you're looking for in chapters to come. And I'm happy it's cracking you up!! :)
*While you're waiting for Chapter Four... here's a little game. Whoever's the first to e-mail me and tell me what Sam McGuire's profession exactly is gets a million dollars!*
Anyway, on with Chapter Three! Hope you love it just as much, and thanks for the reviews!!
Chapter Three
Mom's voice traveled up to my bedroom from downstairs in the kitchen. "Lizzie! Gordo! Miranda! Dinner's ready!"
*Toon Lizzie: And here we go.*
I looked at my two best friends, letting out a deep, shaky breath. "Well, come on," I said nervously. "We've got to go down sometime."
"Lizzie's right," Miranda said. "So come on, you guys. We're in this together...well, really the heat's more on you two, but I'm always here to help!"
"What a great friend," I could hear Gordo mumble sarcastically over in the corner. We decided to ignore him, looping our arms together. When I reached out for Gordo, he wouldn't budge.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, frustrated already. "Come on!" I pulled on his arm a little harder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he sighed, finally giving in. We trudged downstairs together, knowing exactly what was to come as soon as we took the last bites of our pizza and brownies.
"So, kids, have you been having a good time?" Mom asked as we sat down at the table, blissfully unaware of what was really going on around here. Obviously Dad hadn't gotten the chance to tell him about what he heard upstairs, or she'd be acting ten times weirder than she normally does.
"Um, yes," Miranda said, speaking for all three of us. Neither Gordo nor I were able to talk yet, for fear of the stupid things we might say if we tried. Besides, I'm sure Miranda liked it that way, too. She's always been able to.... deal with stuff better than we can. She's a lot more independent.
"That's good," Mom replied, suddenly noticing the strange looks Dad was continuously giving Gordo. "Uh, Sam? Can I talk to you for a minute? In the other room?"
*Toon Lizzie: And here's the part where Mom finds out. My life is way too predictable.
Mom and Dad stepped out of the room for a minute, which turned our attention to Matt. He had been awfully quiet for the past few minutes, and if I know anything about my little brother, that is never a good thing.
"You guys aren't gonna be, like, making out all the time are you?" Matt asked, giving Gordo a narrow look.
"Uh! Ew! No!" I cried, surprised that Matt would even think of such a thing. "I mean, um, no. Not around you, anyway. And especially not anywhere that Mom and Dad could see. Could you imagine their reactions?"
"Good," Matt replied gladly. "Kissing is so disgusting!"
We all went back to eating our pizza when Mom and Dad returned. They both were looking at me and Gordo majorly strange as they sat back down to eat. We were all silent for the rest of the meal, with the exception of Matt, who was rambling on about some project he and Lanny were doing in Matt's room with a tube or a tub, I don't really remember. I didn't eat much, though. My stomach was in knots, knowing about the conversation that was to come.
When we were all done eating and the kitchen was cleaned up, Miranda was, as always, the first to speak up. "Mr. McGuire, Mrs. McGuire. Can you guys come in the living room for a minute? We just want to talk."
Mom's already worried expression became worse. "Well, sure, guys. Sam, come on."
We all gathered in the living room. Mom and Dad sat on the loveseat, and Miranda, Gordo, and I sat on the couch. "Dad, you know how you wanted to have that, um, talk with me later?" I asked so nervously that my voice was almost shaking. "Can we, like, have it now?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Dad replied. "With your friends here.."
"But you'd want to talk with Gordo in the room too!" Miranda pointed out quite loudly. "I mean, he's the one you guys have been looking at all funny all night, and he is the one your daughter's going to be-"
I nudged Miranda with my elbow in her side-- hard. "Ow!" she cried out in pain.
*Toon Lizzie: Sometimes, she just doesn't know when to shut up, does she?*
"Miranda has a good point," Mom said, agreeing with my friend. "Why don't we have this talk now."
"Great!" Miranda exclaimed, faking enthusiasm. "You both have known Lizzie as long as Gordo has, and I've known her almost that long. From the last twelve years we've been best friends, I've come to find out that your daughter is a very nice and responsible young lady." She was going a little over the top now, but if it worked...
"Yes, we know that," Dad interrupted her speech. "But we just wanted to talk to Gordo and Lizzie."
"Oh, I know," Miranda replied. "But I'm here to offer moral support to my friends, you know.."
"Miranda?" Mom said pointedly. "Out. Until this conversation is over."
"Okay, okay," she said, sighing. "Sorry, Lizzie, I tried." She got up from the couch and left the living room. I knew she wouldn't be listening in from too far away.
"Now," Dad began, sounding very businesslike. "What I want to know is how long this....um, relationship has been going on."
"Just since the end of the trip to Rome," I replied meekly, knowing that Gordo was going to keep his mouth clamped absolutely shut during this whole converstation if he could help it. Now, with Miranda gone, it was up to me to answer all the questions fired our way.
"You know the rules we have, right?" Mom asked, and I could tell right away that she was going to be a lot easier to deal with than Dad. "I don't see a problem here, if you do. You've had a boyfriend before, so things should be fine."
"Now I'm not so sure about this whole thing!" Dad spoke up. "Lizzie, I don't think you're old enough to be running around, having boyfriends and.."
"Lizzie, Gordo," Mom said, smiling. "You can both go back upstairs with Miranda. Have fun."
Relieved to be released from torture so quickly, Gordo and I both got up from the couch and hurried out of the room. Miranda was waiting by the door, listening in. We joined her to see what Mom and Dad were talking about in there.
"Lizzie's too young to have a boyfriend," Dad was saying to Mom, and he sounded pretty serious.
"Sam, come on," Mom said with a laugh. "This was bound to happen sooner or later. I could see it coming all along. She's fourteen. You can't lock her up forever."
That was all we needed to hear.
*Toon Lizzie: Sounds like things are going to be okay, after all. *
We ran back upstairs to go into my bedroom. Everything still seemed normal until we walked into my bedroom. Our feet were immersed in five inches of water which was slowly filling up our shoes. Everything that had been on the floor of my room was totally soaked!
"Matt!" I screamed angrily.
*Toon Lizzie: When anything bad happens, Matt can't be too far.*
Matt and Lanny, both of them wet from head to toe, walked into my bedroom. "My whole bedroom's flooded!" Matt exclaimed. Lanny nodded in agreement.
"Don't act like you didn't have anything to do with it," I said. "If you tell me right now what happened, I'll try really hard not to hurt you. Even though I can't guarantee anything."
"I didn't do it!" Matt protested loudly, as if I was doing him a complete injustice.
"I don't think Matt did it!" Gordo called. He had already made it over to my bathroom, and was standing in the doorway. "Come here!"
Miranda, Matt, Lanny, and I walked through the freezing water to where Gordo was standing. He was pointing to a toolkit laying on my bathroom counter.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, and immediately I took off running downstairs to the living room, leaving a trail of water behind me. "Mom, Dad fixed the plumbing in my bathroom again!"
"Sam!" Mom cried frustratedly. "