Chapter 4: Adults Know Everything (at least, they think they do)
Matt's POV
"I-I can't believe this! Totally classic! My sister loves her best friend! I'm such a genius!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.
I had taped every second of Lizzie's life that I could manage to, but nothing I owned was as good as this. I mean, how often do Lizzie and Gordo flirt like that? How often does Gordo feed Lizzie ice cream and make comments on how she smells? How often do you see your sister and her best friend kissing?
Woo-hoo! Sweet footage.
I labeled the tape as Lizzie in L?VE. Then I sat down, admiring my beautiful tape.
Now the question was, what do I do with it?
Do I mail it to ABC Family and demand them to make a show on my life? or do I show it to Mom and dad?
Mom and dad first. I decided. Lizzie could get in trouble, and I definitely didn't want to miss *that*.
"Oh, mother!" I yelled in a singsong like voice.
Mom rushed to where me and my laptop were. "Yes, honey?"
"Look at this." I rewound the footage on my computer, and then pressed the play button.
"Lizzie?" Gordo exclaimed from inside the laptop as Lizzie fell to the floor.
Mom watched the twenty-minute footage. After it was done, she flipped. "Wow, I can't believe this. Why didn't anyone tell me... wait, wait, wait. Matt!" She scolded.
"What?" I asked innocently, as if I had done nothing wrong.
"Quit invading your sister's privacy." She lowered her voice and added, ""If you get any more of this, call me."
I winked at her and turned my camera back on.
***
Lizzie's POV
"Got everything ready to go, McGuire?" Mrs. Ungermyer asked the next day.
I think she found this funny, because I could barely move, let alone pack my stuff.
"Gordon told me you're sick. Now, why is it that I don't believe him?"
Animated Lizzie: This is so unfair! Mrs. What's-her-face thinks I'm faking it, when this time I really *am* sick!
Shed rested her hand on my forehead and her eyebrows shot up. "What are you hiding from me?" She asked mysteriously.
"Nothing." I said innocently.
"Fine. You got away with it this time, but don't expect me to let you off that easy in high school. Consider yourself lucky, McGuire." She left, and Gordo came in.
"I'm here to help you pack your stuff." He said. "Ungermyer asked me to."
"Well, I packed most of it yesterday, but I still have a couple things." After saying that, I went into a hysterical coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, sweeping my jewelry and makeup into a plastic bag.
His question was answered by more coughing. The pain really got to my stomach and throat, and most of all, my head. I started whimpering.
He let go of the bag and walked to the side of the bed, with a concerned look on his face. "Should I call your mom?" Gordo asked.
I shook my head and stopped coughing. "I'm fine, really."
"Fine? Lizzie, you can't move a muscle. Literally. I think 'fine' is the farthest thing from your mind.
I sighed. "Aren't you here for a reason?"
He put his hands in front of himself and walked back to the drawer, where he continued to pack up my stuff. I started to get very bored. I sighed and wondered what could have made me so sick.
***
"Apricots!" Giorgio exclaimed.
Animated Lizzie: Apricots?
"That is what is making this girl sick." Giorgio crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Apricots?" Mrs. Ungermyer looked confused. "But you said they'd make her better... when she was faking it."
"Ah... I recall saying that they were in season. How was I supposed to know that this young lady was highly allergic to them?"
That was freaky. How can somebody be allergic to *apricots*? And what was happening to me didn't seem like just an allergic reaction. It felt like diphtheria or something. Hmmm...
"Whatever. Are you sure she can't move? Because we have a flight back to LA today at 12:00. We can't miss that." Mrs. Ungermyer pointed out.
"I'm not a doctor!" Giorgio looked very frustrated and left my hotel room, muttering all sorts of things.
"Need a wheelchair, McGuire?" She asked me.
I nodded. "I think so."
She sighed. "Okay, so, Gordon helped you pack everything?"
I nodded again.
"Ready to leave La Citta Eterna?"
I shook my head.
She chuckled. "Me neither."
Matt's POV
"I-I can't believe this! Totally classic! My sister loves her best friend! I'm such a genius!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.
I had taped every second of Lizzie's life that I could manage to, but nothing I owned was as good as this. I mean, how often do Lizzie and Gordo flirt like that? How often does Gordo feed Lizzie ice cream and make comments on how she smells? How often do you see your sister and her best friend kissing?
Woo-hoo! Sweet footage.
I labeled the tape as Lizzie in L?VE. Then I sat down, admiring my beautiful tape.
Now the question was, what do I do with it?
Do I mail it to ABC Family and demand them to make a show on my life? or do I show it to Mom and dad?
Mom and dad first. I decided. Lizzie could get in trouble, and I definitely didn't want to miss *that*.
"Oh, mother!" I yelled in a singsong like voice.
Mom rushed to where me and my laptop were. "Yes, honey?"
"Look at this." I rewound the footage on my computer, and then pressed the play button.
"Lizzie?" Gordo exclaimed from inside the laptop as Lizzie fell to the floor.
Mom watched the twenty-minute footage. After it was done, she flipped. "Wow, I can't believe this. Why didn't anyone tell me... wait, wait, wait. Matt!" She scolded.
"What?" I asked innocently, as if I had done nothing wrong.
"Quit invading your sister's privacy." She lowered her voice and added, ""If you get any more of this, call me."
I winked at her and turned my camera back on.
***
Lizzie's POV
"Got everything ready to go, McGuire?" Mrs. Ungermyer asked the next day.
I think she found this funny, because I could barely move, let alone pack my stuff.
"Gordon told me you're sick. Now, why is it that I don't believe him?"
Animated Lizzie: This is so unfair! Mrs. What's-her-face thinks I'm faking it, when this time I really *am* sick!
Shed rested her hand on my forehead and her eyebrows shot up. "What are you hiding from me?" She asked mysteriously.
"Nothing." I said innocently.
"Fine. You got away with it this time, but don't expect me to let you off that easy in high school. Consider yourself lucky, McGuire." She left, and Gordo came in.
"I'm here to help you pack your stuff." He said. "Ungermyer asked me to."
"Well, I packed most of it yesterday, but I still have a couple things." After saying that, I went into a hysterical coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, sweeping my jewelry and makeup into a plastic bag.
His question was answered by more coughing. The pain really got to my stomach and throat, and most of all, my head. I started whimpering.
He let go of the bag and walked to the side of the bed, with a concerned look on his face. "Should I call your mom?" Gordo asked.
I shook my head and stopped coughing. "I'm fine, really."
"Fine? Lizzie, you can't move a muscle. Literally. I think 'fine' is the farthest thing from your mind.
I sighed. "Aren't you here for a reason?"
He put his hands in front of himself and walked back to the drawer, where he continued to pack up my stuff. I started to get very bored. I sighed and wondered what could have made me so sick.
***
"Apricots!" Giorgio exclaimed.
Animated Lizzie: Apricots?
"That is what is making this girl sick." Giorgio crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Apricots?" Mrs. Ungermyer looked confused. "But you said they'd make her better... when she was faking it."
"Ah... I recall saying that they were in season. How was I supposed to know that this young lady was highly allergic to them?"
That was freaky. How can somebody be allergic to *apricots*? And what was happening to me didn't seem like just an allergic reaction. It felt like diphtheria or something. Hmmm...
"Whatever. Are you sure she can't move? Because we have a flight back to LA today at 12:00. We can't miss that." Mrs. Ungermyer pointed out.
"I'm not a doctor!" Giorgio looked very frustrated and left my hotel room, muttering all sorts of things.
"Need a wheelchair, McGuire?" She asked me.
I nodded. "I think so."
She sighed. "Okay, so, Gordon helped you pack everything?"
I nodded again.
"Ready to leave La Citta Eterna?"
I shook my head.
She chuckled. "Me neither."