Epilogue/Chapter 22: What Dreams Are Made Of
A/N: Well, here it is, your epilogue. And if you don't like it, don't blame me because I tried, and that's all that matters. I know that you all have been waiting forever to see the ending of this, and I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm sorry it couldn't be any better. And this year, I am truly busy, and I put a homework assignment off to eleven at night just so I could write the previous chapter. I personally, like this chapter, so... maybe you will too.
L+G 4EVER!
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Gordo's POV
"We're done!" I exclaimed.
It was a week later, and the McGuires and I were done unpacking all of their belongings. It was a lot of work, scurrying in and out of the house, and canceling their flight, and hauling all of those suitcases home... but it was worth it.
I don't if you would call me and Lizzie a couple... but it sure seemed like it. It wasn't etched in stone, and neither of us mentioned it... but every now and then she kissed m eon the cheek, or whispered in my ear, and I couldn't believe that she was mine.
Our parents seemed to notice that there was a little more than a friendly vibe going on between us, but they kept their mouths shut. I guessed that meant the approved.
Miranda was due home today, and as soon as I put the box of cooking utensils in the McGuire's kitchen, we were to go pick her up.
Lizzie and I were nervous. Or at least, I was. What were we going to tell Miranda? What if she didn't like the fact that we were kind of... going out? And what if Lizzie didn't consider us as a couple? Should I keep my mouth shut? Miranda wasn't stupid... she would obviously figure out that we were sort of dating soon. So it felt weird to hide it from her.
I wondered this and more as I stared out the window of the McGuire's car. My mother and father were meeting us at the airport, and we'd greet the Sanchezs together.
"So, Gordo..." Lizzie started, searched for something to say. "I wonder if Miranda's changed."
"She was only gone for a month and a half, Lizzie! Unless she died her hair pink and bleached her skin, I think she'll look the same."
"Well, yeah, but a moth and a half is a lot. She missed out on a lot of things." She said, playing with her fingers.
I got the hint. Lizzie was saying that Miranda wasn't there for the murder mystery party, or the yearbook incident, or Rome... or the fact that Lizzie and I were no longer 'just friends'. She was saying she hoped that Miranda didn't mind.
"Yeah... I wished she went to Rome with us." I said softly as we pulled into the parking lot at the airport. I climbed out of the car, and Lizzie followed at my heels.
"She would've figured in a second that Paolo was a liar, and that the right guy was in front of me the whole time." She smiled and clutched my hand.
I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from blushing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was talking about me. I looked at the ground and we walked toward the airport behind the McGuires in silence, hand in hand.
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Lizzie's POV
All I could wish was that Miranda *hadn't* watched the IMVAs on television. I wanted to tell her myself about my magical adventure in Rome... especially the end of it.
Miranda had hinted more than once, that Gordo and I should be more than friends. I thought she was absolutely insane until recently. I mean, there I was, holding Gordo's hand, talking about how he was the right guy. And if she saw us, she would fire questions at us like crazy... and who knows if she would approve?
It wasn't that I didn't want her here, it was just that... I don't know. I was nervous. Nervous of how she would act. Nervous of how *we* would act. Nervous of everything.
I had broken the news to Isabella, and she said it was okay. Something about deciding between true love and fame... I didn't really listen. But if she was hinting that Gordo was my true love, well then she needed to cut back on the poetry. Gordo might be my boyfriend, but true love...
Maybe.
We were now sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs in the universe, waiting for Miranda to come out. Her plane had arrived (it was early) and people were streaming out, but no sign of the Sanchezs. I almost wished that she wouldn't come out.
And then I saw her.
She ran toward us, as her parents trailed behind her and started chatting with my parents and the Gordons.
She squealed. "Hey, you guys!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, hugging her. "How was Mexico?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Hot."
I giggled.
"So, come on, tell me what I've missed! Your e-mail said something about a murder mystery party... oh, and Rome! How was that!?"
Gordo and I glanced at each other nervously. So she *hadn't* seen the IMVAs.
"Uh, Rome was... cool." He choked out.
She looked at us weirdly. "What happened?"
"Uh, did you happen to watch the IMVAs?" I asked, licking my lips.
"Yeah, a little bit... why? Did you guys get tickets or something?"
"Well, actually... I was onstage." I said, closing my eyes, waiting for her response. "Singing onstage."
"Oh, my god, you're kidding me, right?" Gordo shook his head, his curls bouncing from side to side.
Her jaw dropped. "HOW!?"
"And that's not the biggest thing that happened, either." I muttered under my breath.
"I know." Gordo chuckled, and started whispering in my ear. "Should we tell her?"
I giggled.
"No!" I exclaimed out loud. "Not yet!"
"Not yet what?" Miranda looked bewildered. I mean, I would too if my two best friends were cracking up like hyper psychos.
"We're going to have to tell her eventually, Lizzie. I mean, she'll kind of get suspicious when I kiss you every now and then." He whispered into my ear.
I laughed. "*You* don't kiss me. *I* kiss you!" I whispered back. "You haven't kissed me since that day at the airport!"
"Oh yeah?" He cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me, and we were both still laughing as he did, so it was kind of sloppy.
But he kissed me.
Right in front of Miranda.
Her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened. "Oh. My. Gosh. Is there something going on here that I should know about?"
We both stopped laughing, and it was silent for a few seconds.
"Well?" Miranda asked. "*Are* you guys together?"
I looked at the ground. "Yeah, um, sort of."
She grinned. "Oh, my lord, I missed more than I thought! Tell me everything!" She exclaimed. "How did this happen!?"
We both let out a sigh of relief. She didn't care! She didn't mind at all! She was happy for us!
"Well, tell her!" Gordo urged.
I took a deep breath. "Well... it all started when Kate told me at the murder mystery party that Gordo liked me. I got kind of nervous around him, and then he wrote something really sweet in my yearbook and I kissed him on the cheek. And then we went to Rome, where I met this guy, Paolo..."
And then we were off, telling Miranda the story of me, Gordo, and Rome, the eternal city.
A/N: *sigh* Beautiful, isn't it? I love this. I'm so proud... *smiles* I want to thank EVERYONE who read... thank you so, so, so much because without your support, this story might have never been published. And I want to thank Disney, for making up these characters and all... Well, review everyone! Peace out! ^_^
A/N: Well, here it is, your epilogue. And if you don't like it, don't blame me because I tried, and that's all that matters. I know that you all have been waiting forever to see the ending of this, and I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm sorry it couldn't be any better. And this year, I am truly busy, and I put a homework assignment off to eleven at night just so I could write the previous chapter. I personally, like this chapter, so... maybe you will too.
L+G 4EVER!
***
Gordo's POV
"We're done!" I exclaimed.
It was a week later, and the McGuires and I were done unpacking all of their belongings. It was a lot of work, scurrying in and out of the house, and canceling their flight, and hauling all of those suitcases home... but it was worth it.
I don't if you would call me and Lizzie a couple... but it sure seemed like it. It wasn't etched in stone, and neither of us mentioned it... but every now and then she kissed m eon the cheek, or whispered in my ear, and I couldn't believe that she was mine.
Our parents seemed to notice that there was a little more than a friendly vibe going on between us, but they kept their mouths shut. I guessed that meant the approved.
Miranda was due home today, and as soon as I put the box of cooking utensils in the McGuire's kitchen, we were to go pick her up.
Lizzie and I were nervous. Or at least, I was. What were we going to tell Miranda? What if she didn't like the fact that we were kind of... going out? And what if Lizzie didn't consider us as a couple? Should I keep my mouth shut? Miranda wasn't stupid... she would obviously figure out that we were sort of dating soon. So it felt weird to hide it from her.
I wondered this and more as I stared out the window of the McGuire's car. My mother and father were meeting us at the airport, and we'd greet the Sanchezs together.
"So, Gordo..." Lizzie started, searched for something to say. "I wonder if Miranda's changed."
"She was only gone for a month and a half, Lizzie! Unless she died her hair pink and bleached her skin, I think she'll look the same."
"Well, yeah, but a moth and a half is a lot. She missed out on a lot of things." She said, playing with her fingers.
I got the hint. Lizzie was saying that Miranda wasn't there for the murder mystery party, or the yearbook incident, or Rome... or the fact that Lizzie and I were no longer 'just friends'. She was saying she hoped that Miranda didn't mind.
"Yeah... I wished she went to Rome with us." I said softly as we pulled into the parking lot at the airport. I climbed out of the car, and Lizzie followed at my heels.
"She would've figured in a second that Paolo was a liar, and that the right guy was in front of me the whole time." She smiled and clutched my hand.
I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from blushing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was talking about me. I looked at the ground and we walked toward the airport behind the McGuires in silence, hand in hand.
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Lizzie's POV
All I could wish was that Miranda *hadn't* watched the IMVAs on television. I wanted to tell her myself about my magical adventure in Rome... especially the end of it.
Miranda had hinted more than once, that Gordo and I should be more than friends. I thought she was absolutely insane until recently. I mean, there I was, holding Gordo's hand, talking about how he was the right guy. And if she saw us, she would fire questions at us like crazy... and who knows if she would approve?
It wasn't that I didn't want her here, it was just that... I don't know. I was nervous. Nervous of how she would act. Nervous of how *we* would act. Nervous of everything.
I had broken the news to Isabella, and she said it was okay. Something about deciding between true love and fame... I didn't really listen. But if she was hinting that Gordo was my true love, well then she needed to cut back on the poetry. Gordo might be my boyfriend, but true love...
Maybe.
We were now sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs in the universe, waiting for Miranda to come out. Her plane had arrived (it was early) and people were streaming out, but no sign of the Sanchezs. I almost wished that she wouldn't come out.
And then I saw her.
She ran toward us, as her parents trailed behind her and started chatting with my parents and the Gordons.
She squealed. "Hey, you guys!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, hugging her. "How was Mexico?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Hot."
I giggled.
"So, come on, tell me what I've missed! Your e-mail said something about a murder mystery party... oh, and Rome! How was that!?"
Gordo and I glanced at each other nervously. So she *hadn't* seen the IMVAs.
"Uh, Rome was... cool." He choked out.
She looked at us weirdly. "What happened?"
"Uh, did you happen to watch the IMVAs?" I asked, licking my lips.
"Yeah, a little bit... why? Did you guys get tickets or something?"
"Well, actually... I was onstage." I said, closing my eyes, waiting for her response. "Singing onstage."
"Oh, my god, you're kidding me, right?" Gordo shook his head, his curls bouncing from side to side.
Her jaw dropped. "HOW!?"
"And that's not the biggest thing that happened, either." I muttered under my breath.
"I know." Gordo chuckled, and started whispering in my ear. "Should we tell her?"
I giggled.
"No!" I exclaimed out loud. "Not yet!"
"Not yet what?" Miranda looked bewildered. I mean, I would too if my two best friends were cracking up like hyper psychos.
"We're going to have to tell her eventually, Lizzie. I mean, she'll kind of get suspicious when I kiss you every now and then." He whispered into my ear.
I laughed. "*You* don't kiss me. *I* kiss you!" I whispered back. "You haven't kissed me since that day at the airport!"
"Oh yeah?" He cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me, and we were both still laughing as he did, so it was kind of sloppy.
But he kissed me.
Right in front of Miranda.
Her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened. "Oh. My. Gosh. Is there something going on here that I should know about?"
We both stopped laughing, and it was silent for a few seconds.
"Well?" Miranda asked. "*Are* you guys together?"
I looked at the ground. "Yeah, um, sort of."
She grinned. "Oh, my lord, I missed more than I thought! Tell me everything!" She exclaimed. "How did this happen!?"
We both let out a sigh of relief. She didn't care! She didn't mind at all! She was happy for us!
"Well, tell her!" Gordo urged.
I took a deep breath. "Well... it all started when Kate told me at the murder mystery party that Gordo liked me. I got kind of nervous around him, and then he wrote something really sweet in my yearbook and I kissed him on the cheek. And then we went to Rome, where I met this guy, Paolo..."
And then we were off, telling Miranda the story of me, Gordo, and Rome, the eternal city.
A/N: *sigh* Beautiful, isn't it? I love this. I'm so proud... *smiles* I want to thank EVERYONE who read... thank you so, so, so much because without your support, this story might have never been published. And I want to thank Disney, for making up these characters and all... Well, review everyone! Peace out! ^_^