Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire and all other related characters, episodes, etc., are owned by Disney and the other owners, whoever they may be. Not me. I know, amazing, right?

AN: This is a chapter with some interaction between the three amigos, 'cause I thought some was needed. You'll find out about the sweatshirt next chapter, I swear! Also, I know every L/G fic out there uses this song, but its so perfect.

Every Morning: Chapter 4

They decided to drive to the Digital Bean so they would be on time meeting Miranda. They didn't want to waste any time walking all the way back to Gordo's to get his car, so they just took Lizzie's. She had gotten it for her birthday, and she loved it to death. It was a silver Audi TT, her dream car. She kept it pretty clean, which amazed everyone who'd ever seen the state of her bedroom. She jingled the keys as they made their way out the front door, Gordo still gaping at her. She couldn't help but smile. She climbed in and started the ignition, the car humming to life, the radio starting. Lizzie squealed, and Gordo cracked up.

"Ooh!!! Maroon 5! I love this song!!!" But just as soon as it started, it ended, and Lizzie pouted. As they drove along the sleepy streets of Hillridge, a new song hit the air waves, and both teenagers fell quiet, in awe.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh lets go back to the start"

Breathe, Lizzie, breathe. He can't tell. He doesn't know you're nervous. Oh god, oh god, oh god.


"Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start"

Come on Gordon, man. Pull it together. She'll figure it out if you get this nervous during every song that reminds you of her…of you and her…oh god, oh god, oh god.

"I was just guessing at numbers and fingers
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start"

Neither tore their eyes off of the front window or the road ahead as the song played. As it finally came to an end, they both realized that they had been holding their breath. But why? thought Lizzie. Why would he be holding his breath? No, he wasn't, I'm hallucinating. Lizzie parked the car in front of the Bean, and stopped the engine, her heart pounding in her chest. Good thing she cant see my heart beating. It feels like a sledge hammer, thought Gordo. They climbed out of the car and walked into their frequented hangout, and breathed a mutual sigh of relief when they saw that Miranda was already there.

"Hey Randa!" Lizzie exclaimed, comforted beyond all rational belief.

"Hey Liz. Gee, Dave, I'm glad you're as excited to see me as Lizzie is." Gordo looked up from his feet at the sound of his real name and blushed furiously.

"Sorry, Miranda. Just thinking."

"No problem. Hey, chica," she said, turning to Lizzie "why don't you come over here with me," as she stood up from the couch they were on and grabbed Lizzie's arm, pulling her towards a table, "while Gordo gets us our munchies. Okay? Good." She shoved Gordo towards the counter and dragged Lizzie to a table for four in a back corner.

"What is up???" she hissed. Lizzie bit her lower lip and tugged at a lose piece of her hair.

"Nothing. What do you mean?"

"What do I mean??? ¿Cómo puede pensar posiblemente usted que creeré que ese joder da nada sucedió entre usted dos?" Lizzie hated it when Miranda ranted and raved in Spanish. Though it was the trio's third year taking Spanish class, Miranda could talk faster than even Lizzie herself, especially in Spanish.

"Translate, please." Lizzie swallowed. She wasn't sure she actually wanted to hear the translation.

"How can you possibly think that I am going to believe that nothing fu…effing happened between you two?"

"Because nothing did." Lizzie swallowed again. "There was just some song on the radio, that one by Coldplay, and we sort of froze. Okay?"

"Ooooh…you like him. Not like I didn't know already, but at least you admitted it to yourself. Finally."

"Wait, who said that…" but before she could finish, Gordo walked over, carrying a tray with their food on it. He set it down and sat next to Miranda, avoiding Lizzie's gaze for a while. He munched on his curly fries and played the song in his head over and over. That is, until Miranda jabbed him in the ribs, and he looked up, dropping a half-eaten fry.

"What do you want?" he barked at her.

"Geez. Calm down, Gordo. Lizzie went to the bathroom. What did you do to her?"

"What did I do? What did I do? She's killing me, Miranda. Killing Me."

"I know. Hey, don't worry, it'll work out. You can't be like this for tomorrow's meet. Breathe in and out, Gordo. In and out. I'll figure out something."

"What do you mean?" He was seriously confused. Does she know something I don't? Gordo asked himself.

"Go home and get some rest, Gordo. You need it."

"Umm, okay? I guess you're right. Bye, Miranda."

"Bye Gordo." As he got up and left, Lizzie walked back to the table.

"Where's he going. We only just got here."

"He's taking a walk. Home, in fact. He needed some rest."

"Oh," Lizzie replied weakly, almost unconvinced. "Okay then. I should go too. Want a ride?" she offered.

"Sure."