Title: Nighttime Thoughts
By: psychflame
Notes: A drabble. A little something for all the Lizzie / Gordo fans out there.
I kept tossing and turning in my sleep last night.
But it wasn't because I was having nightmares -- oh no -- it's the exact opposite. I was dreaming wonderful dreams.
In a word: Gordo.
Gordo. My best buddy. Actually, my best boy buddy... as obviously Miranda is my best girl buddy.
Hmm... "my best boy bud"... what about "my best boy friend"?
I think it sounds better.
Oh c'mon. Admit it, McGuire! You want to get rid of "best" and the space between "boy" and "friend".
Hmmm.
"My boyfriend."
Yeah, right. In my dreams.
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It's cold. It's cold at night. My body can never adjust to the temperature of my room. Or maybe I need a thicker blanket.
Or maybe I want someone to hold me while I sleep.
No, silly, not my mom!
Someone.
Someone... the girl of my dreams.
She.
She who comes in every night along with the chilly breeze that seeps in through my window.
My best friend. Lizzie Mcguire.
Man! Just thinking about her name makes me feel warm already.
Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie.
That name sounds so good on my lips. But I can say it with this much fervor only at night. And in my dreams.
|Fin.|
By: psychflame
Notes: A drabble. A little something for all the Lizzie / Gordo fans out there.
I kept tossing and turning in my sleep last night.
But it wasn't because I was having nightmares -- oh no -- it's the exact opposite. I was dreaming wonderful dreams.
In a word: Gordo.
Gordo. My best buddy. Actually, my best boy buddy... as obviously Miranda is my best girl buddy.
Hmm... "my best boy bud"... what about "my best boy friend"?
I think it sounds better.
Oh c'mon. Admit it, McGuire! You want to get rid of "best" and the space between "boy" and "friend".
Hmmm.
"My boyfriend."
Yeah, right. In my dreams.
----
It's cold. It's cold at night. My body can never adjust to the temperature of my room. Or maybe I need a thicker blanket.
Or maybe I want someone to hold me while I sleep.
No, silly, not my mom!
Someone.
Someone... the girl of my dreams.
She.
She who comes in every night along with the chilly breeze that seeps in through my window.
My best friend. Lizzie Mcguire.
Man! Just thinking about her name makes me feel warm already.
Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie.
That name sounds so good on my lips. But I can say it with this much fervor only at night. And in my dreams.
|Fin.|