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"You are grounded," Jo stated slowly for emphasis, putting the milk back into the refrigerator.
"But it's for school!" Lizzie argued, brushing her hair away from her face.
"No it's not, Mom," Matt, the pest, called. "She's brining over her boyfriend and the he's the only thing that she's going to be studying."
"Shut up, wart brain, before I shove you in the blender," Lizzie declared, smacking the back of his head as he ran past.
"Lizzie," Jo stated in a warning tone.
"I already told him he could come at six thirty!" she exclaimed. "Mom, this is the guy who tutors me at school. He's actually helped me see that this book is interesting."
"Fine," Jo gave in, shaking her head. "But he leaves as soon as you're done. And you do dishes too."
"Who leaves?" Lizzie's father, Sam asked.
"It's Matt's turn to do dishes," Lizzie stated, ignoring her confused father.
"Matt's not the one finding loop holes to being grounded though," Jo smiled.
Lizzie glared at her brother as he grinned pulling down a bag of chips from the cabinet.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"Lizzie's bringing her boyfriend over," Matt taunted.
"You are so dead if I get a hold of you," Lizzie declared, reaching for his shirt. Knowing it was dangerous to keep pushing it, Matt took off for a run outside.
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, ran up the stairs, and into her room. She looked around then moved a few papers into a drawer, double checked to make sure that she had her papers ready, then she checked her reflection in the mirror.
As she reapplied her lipstick, she tried to convince herself without success that it was just a habit, it wasn't because it was Gordo who was coming over. She heard the faint ringing of the doorbell and took off at a run and just beat Matt to the door. She smiled at Gordo, and stepped aside. "Hi."
"Hey," he replied, his hands in his pockets.
Lizzie poked her head into the living room. "Mom, Dad, this is Gordo. Gordo, that's my mom, Jo, and my dad, Sam."
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire," he smiled, giving a slight wave of his hand.
Lizzie gave him a grateful look for being polite then turned towards the stairs, she was a few steps up with Gordo right behind her when she heard Jo call her name.
Sighing, she told Gordo to wait one minute, then went back down the stairs.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Where you going?" Jo asked.
"To my room," Lizzie answered.
"Don't you think it's better if you work down here?"
Lizzie stared at her mother in shock. She was kidding right? Nope, her expression sure wasn't. "Not with everyone down here," Lizzie stated.
"Lizzie." that warning tone again.
"Mom!" she exclaimed frustrated. She walked over to her mother and leaned down. "Mom, please. Matt will never let us get anything done."
Jo stared at the pleading face, then sighed. "Leave the door open."
"Great way to trust me, Mom," Lizzie muttered, going back up the stairs. She lead the way into her bedroom, handed the short script to Gordo then sat on the window seat.
She watched as his blue eyes skimmed the paper, then he looked up at her, an odd expression on his face. "This is really good."
A smile took over her face. "Thank you."
"Let's read over it out loud," he suggested, sitting next to her.
Lizzie could pick up the faint smell of his soap. She tried to focus on what she was reading, but it was pointless with him right beside her. As he read the last line of the romantic scene, she leaned over, her lips met his and together. She put her hand on the back of his neck holding him to her.
She sat back and slowly licked her lips, looking nervously at him. What had she done!? Why did she do that? Not that she didn't like it, but what if he didn't?
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "That wasn't in your script."
Lizzie tilted her head at him, and could feel her confidence quickly returning. "That's because it wasn't."
"Is that a good thing?" he asked.
"You tell me."
Gordo ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her nodding slowly. "Yeah, it was a good thing."
Lizzie glanced over at the door. "Thanks for coming over tonight," she stated softly, glancing at Gordo who had a faraway look on his eyes. "I guess, you'd better go, before my mom comes in a completely freaks because we're not working on the project. I will be ungrounded soon though."
Gordo nodded and picked up his backpack. They chatted about the book as he lead her to the door.
"See you tomorrow?" Lizzie asked, following him onto the porch.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," he echoed, walking off the steps and down the street.
Lizzie stared after him, a rush of emotions took over as she sat down on the stairs, resting her elbows on her knees. He didn't say anything else about what had happened. Nothing to indicate that he liked it. Yeah, he'd kissed her back, but what if he was too polite to tell her that he didn't like it, and that he thought she wasn't his type.
'Wonderful McGuire,' she congratulated herself, running her hand through her hair, pulling at the ends. She was tired of hiding her feelings, of not admitting when she liked someone because she was afraid of leaving them. So, now, when that reached a peak and she let lose, she ruined a beautiful budding friendship.
She glanced down the street the same direction he'd came. She was glad she'd done it. But now, it was up to him. She'd let him know, in her own way, that she liked him. Now, if he felt the same, he would bring it up again, if not, she was going to do her best to pretend it never happened.
***
Gordo felt like his feet weren't touching the ground. She'd kissed him, Lizzie McGuire had kissed him. He was relieved he hadn't driven, because his attention wasn't staying the slightest bit focused.
He pulled his backpack against his back, and took a deep breath. He remembered every moment of it, every wonderful moment of it. Suddenly, Gordo felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped into his arms. They'd been reading a romantic scene from a book. A book that Lizzie was getting very interested in.
He paused in his walking. Did that mean that she only did it because she'd been into the scene? Did that mean that it was a mistake? When he asked her if it was a good thing, she's wanted his opinion.
He continued walking, his mind still scrutinizing ever aspect of what had happened. As he kicked some leaves, he suddenly thought of the Fall Ball. Miranda had asked if he was going to ask someone, he could, maybe, possibly, ask Lizzie.
A car horn blast as he walked across the street not paying attention, Gordo jumped and waved in apology at the driver. He took a deep breath. Debating about Lizzie would have to wait until he got home.
"You are grounded," Jo stated slowly for emphasis, putting the milk back into the refrigerator.
"But it's for school!" Lizzie argued, brushing her hair away from her face.
"No it's not, Mom," Matt, the pest, called. "She's brining over her boyfriend and the he's the only thing that she's going to be studying."
"Shut up, wart brain, before I shove you in the blender," Lizzie declared, smacking the back of his head as he ran past.
"Lizzie," Jo stated in a warning tone.
"I already told him he could come at six thirty!" she exclaimed. "Mom, this is the guy who tutors me at school. He's actually helped me see that this book is interesting."
"Fine," Jo gave in, shaking her head. "But he leaves as soon as you're done. And you do dishes too."
"Who leaves?" Lizzie's father, Sam asked.
"It's Matt's turn to do dishes," Lizzie stated, ignoring her confused father.
"Matt's not the one finding loop holes to being grounded though," Jo smiled.
Lizzie glared at her brother as he grinned pulling down a bag of chips from the cabinet.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"Lizzie's bringing her boyfriend over," Matt taunted.
"You are so dead if I get a hold of you," Lizzie declared, reaching for his shirt. Knowing it was dangerous to keep pushing it, Matt took off for a run outside.
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, ran up the stairs, and into her room. She looked around then moved a few papers into a drawer, double checked to make sure that she had her papers ready, then she checked her reflection in the mirror.
As she reapplied her lipstick, she tried to convince herself without success that it was just a habit, it wasn't because it was Gordo who was coming over. She heard the faint ringing of the doorbell and took off at a run and just beat Matt to the door. She smiled at Gordo, and stepped aside. "Hi."
"Hey," he replied, his hands in his pockets.
Lizzie poked her head into the living room. "Mom, Dad, this is Gordo. Gordo, that's my mom, Jo, and my dad, Sam."
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire," he smiled, giving a slight wave of his hand.
Lizzie gave him a grateful look for being polite then turned towards the stairs, she was a few steps up with Gordo right behind her when she heard Jo call her name.
Sighing, she told Gordo to wait one minute, then went back down the stairs.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Where you going?" Jo asked.
"To my room," Lizzie answered.
"Don't you think it's better if you work down here?"
Lizzie stared at her mother in shock. She was kidding right? Nope, her expression sure wasn't. "Not with everyone down here," Lizzie stated.
"Lizzie." that warning tone again.
"Mom!" she exclaimed frustrated. She walked over to her mother and leaned down. "Mom, please. Matt will never let us get anything done."
Jo stared at the pleading face, then sighed. "Leave the door open."
"Great way to trust me, Mom," Lizzie muttered, going back up the stairs. She lead the way into her bedroom, handed the short script to Gordo then sat on the window seat.
She watched as his blue eyes skimmed the paper, then he looked up at her, an odd expression on his face. "This is really good."
A smile took over her face. "Thank you."
"Let's read over it out loud," he suggested, sitting next to her.
Lizzie could pick up the faint smell of his soap. She tried to focus on what she was reading, but it was pointless with him right beside her. As he read the last line of the romantic scene, she leaned over, her lips met his and together. She put her hand on the back of his neck holding him to her.
She sat back and slowly licked her lips, looking nervously at him. What had she done!? Why did she do that? Not that she didn't like it, but what if he didn't?
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "That wasn't in your script."
Lizzie tilted her head at him, and could feel her confidence quickly returning. "That's because it wasn't."
"Is that a good thing?" he asked.
"You tell me."
Gordo ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her nodding slowly. "Yeah, it was a good thing."
Lizzie glanced over at the door. "Thanks for coming over tonight," she stated softly, glancing at Gordo who had a faraway look on his eyes. "I guess, you'd better go, before my mom comes in a completely freaks because we're not working on the project. I will be ungrounded soon though."
Gordo nodded and picked up his backpack. They chatted about the book as he lead her to the door.
"See you tomorrow?" Lizzie asked, following him onto the porch.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," he echoed, walking off the steps and down the street.
Lizzie stared after him, a rush of emotions took over as she sat down on the stairs, resting her elbows on her knees. He didn't say anything else about what had happened. Nothing to indicate that he liked it. Yeah, he'd kissed her back, but what if he was too polite to tell her that he didn't like it, and that he thought she wasn't his type.
'Wonderful McGuire,' she congratulated herself, running her hand through her hair, pulling at the ends. She was tired of hiding her feelings, of not admitting when she liked someone because she was afraid of leaving them. So, now, when that reached a peak and she let lose, she ruined a beautiful budding friendship.
She glanced down the street the same direction he'd came. She was glad she'd done it. But now, it was up to him. She'd let him know, in her own way, that she liked him. Now, if he felt the same, he would bring it up again, if not, she was going to do her best to pretend it never happened.
***
Gordo felt like his feet weren't touching the ground. She'd kissed him, Lizzie McGuire had kissed him. He was relieved he hadn't driven, because his attention wasn't staying the slightest bit focused.
He pulled his backpack against his back, and took a deep breath. He remembered every moment of it, every wonderful moment of it. Suddenly, Gordo felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped into his arms. They'd been reading a romantic scene from a book. A book that Lizzie was getting very interested in.
He paused in his walking. Did that mean that she only did it because she'd been into the scene? Did that mean that it was a mistake? When he asked her if it was a good thing, she's wanted his opinion.
He continued walking, his mind still scrutinizing ever aspect of what had happened. As he kicked some leaves, he suddenly thought of the Fall Ball. Miranda had asked if he was going to ask someone, he could, maybe, possibly, ask Lizzie.
A car horn blast as he walked across the street not paying attention, Gordo jumped and waved in apology at the driver. He took a deep breath. Debating about Lizzie would have to wait until he got home.