Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
A/N: I'm so happy people are actually liking this. Go read RATS SAW GOD! (Dog Was Star). It's not that much like my story at all, but still it is where I'm getting all my ideas from. RSG has way more sub-plots to it and a lot more familial issues that I'll only brush upon. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to end this the way RSG is ended. I think it works better with the story and the characters. And it's something new for me. I like new.
Reviews:
C: Hmm. I've never heard of it. What's it about?
KT The Shimmer Skank: Yeah, I never imagined I'd be someone to put up a Gordo OOC story. But it's 'paying off.' So to speak.
BrownEyedGurl: My faithful reviewer! Gordo is a little naughty in this story, yes, but, it's just so intriguing. A certain blonde? Hm. You never know...
Chapter 3
~Freshman year~
I couldn't exactly tell you when I started feeling more for Lizzie than I did Miranda, it just sort of happened. It was a gradual change. I would take more notice of what she was wearing and the way she said certain things. I would get clammy around her. I was always comfortable around Lizzie nonetheless. As I was with Miranda.
There was just this connection I felt I had with Lizzie. This bond that only we had. That only we could understand. And I knew she felt the connection too, we'd stay up late countless nights, doing absolutely nothing. Because of that bond. Because of that special closeness we shared. Something I thought was invincible.
No one in my life has ever been there for me the way Miranda and Lizzie have been. As I have been reiterating more than a broken record. They were the source of all my strength and willpower. Without them, I was nothing.
Miranda was there to listen to me bitch when I found out my mother was remarrying less than a year after the divorce was final. Lizzie was there to comfort me when my father started to regularly sleep at his office. He just wasn't the same without Mom and she didn't seem to care.
I would've gone to him. Helped him. Done something. But my father and I have a rather strained relationship. He always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, become a psychiatrist. I never wanted that for myself. I have enough problems, I don't need to hear everyone else's. Still, though, I knew how much he was hurting and I couldn't do anything but watch from the sidelines. Offering silent support.
Naturally, I had to go to Seattle for the wedding. I didn't want to be there and I didn't want to meet this guy. His name's Harold. How many Harold's do you know? Because this one is my first Harold experience and I don't like it too much.
I don't even know when my mom met this guy. For all I know, she could have started to see him when she still lived in Hillridge. I'd rather not find out. I need to keep some sort of semblance that my childhood wasn't totally fucked up.
Anyways, my first meeting with him isn't a picture perfect moment. I look fine. He looks, well, to put it nicely because he is still my step-father, he looks like a deadbeat. He had a definite pot belly, my guess is this guy chugs down those beers. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of old jeans. All he needed now was a blech and a scratch of some inappropriate area and he'd fit right into the stereotypical trailer park.
"Gordy, right?" He said to me when I entered the room.
"No. It's Gordo." I scornfully corrected him.
"Right. Gordo. I'll have to remember that."
I think considering you're now 'in my family' you * should * remember that. Dumbass.
Okay, so that whole 'be a tad nice because he is marrying your mother' didn't last long. I just couldn't take this guy. It's understandable that people will screw up a name, obviously, but just the way this guy was rubbed me the wrong way. I just didn't like him. And no one could make me.
When I came home, Miranda said I didn't give the guy a chance. I guess that's true in some ways, but he hasn't done anything since to make me change my perspective.
But why wouldn't I be filled with contempt towards the man taking my father's place? No matter the person, everyone wants their parents to be happy together. Everyone wants to live like the Cleaver's. It'd just be so much easier if things were that simple. If the problems they had were ours, life wouldn't be so complicated.
But life is complicated and we aren't like the Cleaver's. That is probably one of the hardest life lessons I've ever had to learn. And sometimes, I'll forget and expect the scripted scenes to kick in exactly how I want them to go.
That has yet to happen yet. I still manage to get a little disappointed each time, too.
~Senior year~
I was running late for class and decided that if I were to bring Mr. Davis a 'peace offering' I could get myself a free pass. I stopped in at a grocery store and picked up a plant.
Davis wasn't in his office when I got there, so I set down the plant and looked around his office. Inspecting the other plants and posters.
"Mr. Gordon, back so soon? Or do we need an excuse to be late to class?"
"I just saw this plant and thought it could use a nice home is all."
He eyed me skeptically. "I'm sure."
"How are you liking my novel by the way?"
"It's definitely something that I wasn't expecting."
"Why's that?"
"I didn't think you'd really be up for the challenge of letting out things you've kept hidden for so long."
I simply nodded. "Now, off to class."
"No pass?" I held out my empty and smiled evilly.
"No pass. Now go." Another wave and I was gone.
Heh. Good thing I'd added my own special touch to that plant I gave him. Give him a bit of a surprise.
A/N: I was re-reading RSG and saw the last part, so that and the part that goes along with it were too funny to leave out. Complete credit to RT for that one. Are people still reading this? I hope. Keep reading. It's not what you think. Plus, it's not going to be that long, so it couldn't hurt that much.
A/N: I'm so happy people are actually liking this. Go read RATS SAW GOD! (Dog Was Star). It's not that much like my story at all, but still it is where I'm getting all my ideas from. RSG has way more sub-plots to it and a lot more familial issues that I'll only brush upon. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to end this the way RSG is ended. I think it works better with the story and the characters. And it's something new for me. I like new.
Reviews:
C: Hmm. I've never heard of it. What's it about?
KT The Shimmer Skank: Yeah, I never imagined I'd be someone to put up a Gordo OOC story. But it's 'paying off.' So to speak.
BrownEyedGurl: My faithful reviewer! Gordo is a little naughty in this story, yes, but, it's just so intriguing. A certain blonde? Hm. You never know...
Chapter 3
~Freshman year~
I couldn't exactly tell you when I started feeling more for Lizzie than I did Miranda, it just sort of happened. It was a gradual change. I would take more notice of what she was wearing and the way she said certain things. I would get clammy around her. I was always comfortable around Lizzie nonetheless. As I was with Miranda.
There was just this connection I felt I had with Lizzie. This bond that only we had. That only we could understand. And I knew she felt the connection too, we'd stay up late countless nights, doing absolutely nothing. Because of that bond. Because of that special closeness we shared. Something I thought was invincible.
No one in my life has ever been there for me the way Miranda and Lizzie have been. As I have been reiterating more than a broken record. They were the source of all my strength and willpower. Without them, I was nothing.
Miranda was there to listen to me bitch when I found out my mother was remarrying less than a year after the divorce was final. Lizzie was there to comfort me when my father started to regularly sleep at his office. He just wasn't the same without Mom and she didn't seem to care.
I would've gone to him. Helped him. Done something. But my father and I have a rather strained relationship. He always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, become a psychiatrist. I never wanted that for myself. I have enough problems, I don't need to hear everyone else's. Still, though, I knew how much he was hurting and I couldn't do anything but watch from the sidelines. Offering silent support.
Naturally, I had to go to Seattle for the wedding. I didn't want to be there and I didn't want to meet this guy. His name's Harold. How many Harold's do you know? Because this one is my first Harold experience and I don't like it too much.
I don't even know when my mom met this guy. For all I know, she could have started to see him when she still lived in Hillridge. I'd rather not find out. I need to keep some sort of semblance that my childhood wasn't totally fucked up.
Anyways, my first meeting with him isn't a picture perfect moment. I look fine. He looks, well, to put it nicely because he is still my step-father, he looks like a deadbeat. He had a definite pot belly, my guess is this guy chugs down those beers. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of old jeans. All he needed now was a blech and a scratch of some inappropriate area and he'd fit right into the stereotypical trailer park.
"Gordy, right?" He said to me when I entered the room.
"No. It's Gordo." I scornfully corrected him.
"Right. Gordo. I'll have to remember that."
I think considering you're now 'in my family' you * should * remember that. Dumbass.
Okay, so that whole 'be a tad nice because he is marrying your mother' didn't last long. I just couldn't take this guy. It's understandable that people will screw up a name, obviously, but just the way this guy was rubbed me the wrong way. I just didn't like him. And no one could make me.
When I came home, Miranda said I didn't give the guy a chance. I guess that's true in some ways, but he hasn't done anything since to make me change my perspective.
But why wouldn't I be filled with contempt towards the man taking my father's place? No matter the person, everyone wants their parents to be happy together. Everyone wants to live like the Cleaver's. It'd just be so much easier if things were that simple. If the problems they had were ours, life wouldn't be so complicated.
But life is complicated and we aren't like the Cleaver's. That is probably one of the hardest life lessons I've ever had to learn. And sometimes, I'll forget and expect the scripted scenes to kick in exactly how I want them to go.
That has yet to happen yet. I still manage to get a little disappointed each time, too.
~Senior year~
I was running late for class and decided that if I were to bring Mr. Davis a 'peace offering' I could get myself a free pass. I stopped in at a grocery store and picked up a plant.
Davis wasn't in his office when I got there, so I set down the plant and looked around his office. Inspecting the other plants and posters.
"Mr. Gordon, back so soon? Or do we need an excuse to be late to class?"
"I just saw this plant and thought it could use a nice home is all."
He eyed me skeptically. "I'm sure."
"How are you liking my novel by the way?"
"It's definitely something that I wasn't expecting."
"Why's that?"
"I didn't think you'd really be up for the challenge of letting out things you've kept hidden for so long."
I simply nodded. "Now, off to class."
"No pass?" I held out my empty and smiled evilly.
"No pass. Now go." Another wave and I was gone.
Heh. Good thing I'd added my own special touch to that plant I gave him. Give him a bit of a surprise.
A/N: I was re-reading RSG and saw the last part, so that and the part that goes along with it were too funny to leave out. Complete credit to RT for that one. Are people still reading this? I hope. Keep reading. It's not what you think. Plus, it's not going to be that long, so it couldn't hurt that much.