Disclaimer: I own Fruit Cup Savior. You don't. But if you can come up with
some meaning, then you can own that. Lyrics - The Starting Line - Best of
Me
A/N: Hi. I know you all wanted this chapter, so I'm giving it to you. Be happy.
Reviews:
Jennifer: I'm trying to think of a meaning. It isn't coming to me. The band I made the name from, their meaning doesn't work so I've got to think of something. Larry just had to die. I don't know. Parker = sex. A lot.
Skigrrrrrrrl: Yes, Gordo is alive. I couldn't do that. They have to see each other again. It's an L/G story. Well, feel honored again. Cause here you are.
Chapter 18: At Last
**Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young, we never grew out this feeling that we won't give up**
It was Friday at about 4:50. Lizzie was nervously driving over to the hospital to meet Gordo. She almost turned around and went back home thousands of times already. Now, though, she was pulling into the visitor parking lot and going up to the second desk she had gone to only a few days before.
"May I help you, miss?" The same woman asked.
"Yes, my name is Lizzie McGuire. I'm here to visit David Gordon."
The lady checked her list, nodded and took out a sticker writing down the information. "Keep this on while you're here. That way, no on will stop you and ask who you are."
"Thank you." Lizzie took the sticker and put it on her T-shirt.
"Oh, and he's in room 3."
"Room 3. Thank you." Lizzie started in search of room 3. She came to the door, which was ajar and heard voices. She knocked.
"Come in," came one of the voices. She entered and found herself face to face with three boys, one of them definitely being Gordo.
"Lizzie. You came." Gordo smiled.
"Yeah, I did." The two other boys who were standing on either side of Gordo looked back and forth between Gordo and Lizzie.
"Dude, that's Lizzie?" One of them asked. Gordo gave him a look to shut up.
"Lizzie, this is Drew and Jeff. They're uh, in the band with me. They were just leaving."
"Right. Yeah. Places to be. Nice meeting you." Both boys exited and Lizzie sat down in a chair next to Gordo's bed.
**Here we lay again on two separate beds riding phone lines to meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory
We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings and missing each other too much to have had to let go.**
"Sorry. They just sort of showed up." Gordo said.
"No, it's fine. I'm a little early anyways."
"I would give you a hug or something, but, I'm kinda stuck in the bed. The leg and all." Lizzie gazed to his leg, which was obviously broken, being propped up.
"A hug can wait. I'd rather you get better."
"Oh, and I am. The doctors say I'll only be here a few more days, then I get to go home. To my bed. It's hard to sleep at night in this thing."
"Well, you don't look very tired."
"Good. I tried to sleep last night. I didn't want you seeing me for the first time in a long time looking tired."
Lizzie smiled. "You look great."
"So do you."
Awkwardness set in again. Lizzie looked around the room and landed on the desk next to Gordo's bed. Sitting open, like it had been read more than once, was Lizzie's letter. She smiled and looked back at Gordo, who was looking at her.
**We turn our music down and we whisper, "Say what you're thinking right now"
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young, we never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up**
"A lot of people must really care to send you all this stuff."
"Yeah, but I don't think I know even half the people. A lot of them are my parents friends and family members I have met like once."
"I've got those. They're kinda scary. They remember you, but you don't remember them and you have to play along, pretending that you remember them."
"It's so annoying. I have some pretty cool relatives that realize that I don't remember them, I like them."
"I wish I had those. Mine are all old."
**Jumping to conclusions made me fall away from you
I'm so glad that the truth has brought back together me and you**
"Lizzie, honestly, I'm sorry we lost touch. I just didn't think.."
"Didn't think you were important to me?" Lizzie finished for him.
"Yeah, that. How'd you know?" Gordo asked.
"It looks like we were both important to each other, but we were too scared to say it."
**We're sitting on the ground and we whisper, "say what you're thinking out loud"
We turn our down and we whisper, we're sitting on the ground and we whisper
We turn our music, we're sitting on the ground, the next time I'm in town, we will kiss girl, we will kiss girl
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we can't, we're not ready to give up.**
"We were stupid, I guess. And neither of us gave up, either." Gordo reasoned.
"Yeah, but we're smarter now. And we're here."
"And I couldn't be happier, Liz."
A/N: AW! Who doesn't love that song? It's so perfect. And I didn't even plan on using it. It just made sense. Does it make sense? Now, I'm going to go think of a meaning for Fruit Cup Savior. Maybe I won't even include a reason.
A/N: Hi. I know you all wanted this chapter, so I'm giving it to you. Be happy.
Reviews:
Jennifer: I'm trying to think of a meaning. It isn't coming to me. The band I made the name from, their meaning doesn't work so I've got to think of something. Larry just had to die. I don't know. Parker = sex. A lot.
Skigrrrrrrrl: Yes, Gordo is alive. I couldn't do that. They have to see each other again. It's an L/G story. Well, feel honored again. Cause here you are.
Chapter 18: At Last
**Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young, we never grew out this feeling that we won't give up**
It was Friday at about 4:50. Lizzie was nervously driving over to the hospital to meet Gordo. She almost turned around and went back home thousands of times already. Now, though, she was pulling into the visitor parking lot and going up to the second desk she had gone to only a few days before.
"May I help you, miss?" The same woman asked.
"Yes, my name is Lizzie McGuire. I'm here to visit David Gordon."
The lady checked her list, nodded and took out a sticker writing down the information. "Keep this on while you're here. That way, no on will stop you and ask who you are."
"Thank you." Lizzie took the sticker and put it on her T-shirt.
"Oh, and he's in room 3."
"Room 3. Thank you." Lizzie started in search of room 3. She came to the door, which was ajar and heard voices. She knocked.
"Come in," came one of the voices. She entered and found herself face to face with three boys, one of them definitely being Gordo.
"Lizzie. You came." Gordo smiled.
"Yeah, I did." The two other boys who were standing on either side of Gordo looked back and forth between Gordo and Lizzie.
"Dude, that's Lizzie?" One of them asked. Gordo gave him a look to shut up.
"Lizzie, this is Drew and Jeff. They're uh, in the band with me. They were just leaving."
"Right. Yeah. Places to be. Nice meeting you." Both boys exited and Lizzie sat down in a chair next to Gordo's bed.
**Here we lay again on two separate beds riding phone lines to meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory
We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings and missing each other too much to have had to let go.**
"Sorry. They just sort of showed up." Gordo said.
"No, it's fine. I'm a little early anyways."
"I would give you a hug or something, but, I'm kinda stuck in the bed. The leg and all." Lizzie gazed to his leg, which was obviously broken, being propped up.
"A hug can wait. I'd rather you get better."
"Oh, and I am. The doctors say I'll only be here a few more days, then I get to go home. To my bed. It's hard to sleep at night in this thing."
"Well, you don't look very tired."
"Good. I tried to sleep last night. I didn't want you seeing me for the first time in a long time looking tired."
Lizzie smiled. "You look great."
"So do you."
Awkwardness set in again. Lizzie looked around the room and landed on the desk next to Gordo's bed. Sitting open, like it had been read more than once, was Lizzie's letter. She smiled and looked back at Gordo, who was looking at her.
**We turn our music down and we whisper, "Say what you're thinking right now"
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young, we never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up**
"A lot of people must really care to send you all this stuff."
"Yeah, but I don't think I know even half the people. A lot of them are my parents friends and family members I have met like once."
"I've got those. They're kinda scary. They remember you, but you don't remember them and you have to play along, pretending that you remember them."
"It's so annoying. I have some pretty cool relatives that realize that I don't remember them, I like them."
"I wish I had those. Mine are all old."
**Jumping to conclusions made me fall away from you
I'm so glad that the truth has brought back together me and you**
"Lizzie, honestly, I'm sorry we lost touch. I just didn't think.."
"Didn't think you were important to me?" Lizzie finished for him.
"Yeah, that. How'd you know?" Gordo asked.
"It looks like we were both important to each other, but we were too scared to say it."
**We're sitting on the ground and we whisper, "say what you're thinking out loud"
We turn our down and we whisper, we're sitting on the ground and we whisper
We turn our music, we're sitting on the ground, the next time I'm in town, we will kiss girl, we will kiss girl
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over you can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we can't, we're not ready to give up.**
"We were stupid, I guess. And neither of us gave up, either." Gordo reasoned.
"Yeah, but we're smarter now. And we're here."
"And I couldn't be happier, Liz."
A/N: AW! Who doesn't love that song? It's so perfect. And I didn't even plan on using it. It just made sense. Does it make sense? Now, I'm going to go think of a meaning for Fruit Cup Savior. Maybe I won't even include a reason.