Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or the characters therein but Disney, if you let them come out to play I *swear* I'll have them home before the streetlights turn on.
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Lizzie McGuire, leaning against the wall behind her, straightened suddenly when she saw her best friend, Gordo, walk through the double gym doors.
"Gordo," she scolded, "you're so late! What took you...." Trailing off, she noticed the way he was walking toward her and the look on his face. Shaking her head, she started walking to meet him. "Put too much into practice today, huh?" she asked sympathetically.
"Mmm," he answered in agreement, shuffling with her towards the exit.
"Gordo," she started, but was cut off by a roll of his eyes. "*Gordo*," she repeated, firmly. "Look at you, you're walking like a duck!" she said with a smile.
"Funny," he replied with another roll of his eyes.
"Oooh," she crooned. "Little Gordy Ordy got his Speedo in a twist?"
"Shyaddup McGuire," he said, a little sullenly.
"Oh, all right." He gave her an incredulous look. "What? I can be quiet!" Gordo just shook his head and chuckled a little, then winced.
"Lizzie, I don't care what you do, as long as you get me back to my dorm so I can die in peace," he said with a groan.
"C'mon Gordo, there's no peace in a university dorm," she teased. "I know! Come back to my apartment!" He gave her The Look. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"
"Oh yes," he began sarcastically. "I can watch chick flicks with you and Miranda. We can ooh and ahh over Brad Pitt. And then, we can curl each other's hair and paint each other's toenails."
"Silly Gordo," Lizzie began. "You don't have any hair to curl!" she said, reaching a hand up to rub his buzzed hair. "We can still do your toenails, though, if you'd like," she added with a smile.
"I'll pass."
"Oh fine," she said, feigning disappointment, then started in a placating tone. "Come over, Gordo; you can relax and we'll watch Gladiator or something like that. I'll even," she started in a tone of voice that one uses to tempt, "give you the Magic McGuire Massage."
She noticed his ears perk up ever so slightly. "Well, when you put it like that..." he trailed off.
"Yay!" she squealed, hugging him tightly.
Gordo let out a strangled "Urgh!" and she let him go. "Heh... sorry... forgot about that Gordo."
"Lizzie," he began.
"Yes?"
"Remind me again why I'm on the university swim team?"
"Hmm..." she said, thinking. "Oh yeah. The full ride scholarship, duh!"
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure. Though maybe it's because you like parading around in a Speedo?"
"Oh yeah. The Speedo. That's what I'm in it for."
"Gordo?" Lizzie began.
"Hmm?"
"You're so cute when you're sarcastic." Then she turned and smiled at him, her hair flipping behind her. Gordo stopped still, stunned.
Now, some moments cause epihpanies the likes of which have never been seen. The death of Martin Luther King, Jr. inspired more people than ever during the Civil Rights movement; Bill Clinton getting a b.j. in the White House made more than a few governors and senators zip up their pants in fear; but for David Zephyr Gordon, seeing Lizzie McGuire smile and execute a perfect hair flip was an epiphany in and of itself... and one that was as dangerous as it was exhilarating.
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Author's Note: Well, what do you think so far? I'm not so sure about it, but... oh well. I persevere! :) Click that little review button, tell me what I need improvement on, tell me what you liked, what you hated, ideas where I should take it, anything! I want to make it clear that while this story is gonna delve into L/G territory REAL quick, I am not planning on writing any scenes o' luuuuuv. This is my first fanfiction, although I've written fiction for English classes in high school. Erm... yeah. So I guess I can't say this is my first story, but you get the general idea. I realize it's a little vague so far, but I plan on explaining the history MUCH BETTER in the next chapter, which should be out in the next day or so. Thanks for reading!
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Lizzie McGuire, leaning against the wall behind her, straightened suddenly when she saw her best friend, Gordo, walk through the double gym doors.
"Gordo," she scolded, "you're so late! What took you...." Trailing off, she noticed the way he was walking toward her and the look on his face. Shaking her head, she started walking to meet him. "Put too much into practice today, huh?" she asked sympathetically.
"Mmm," he answered in agreement, shuffling with her towards the exit.
"Gordo," she started, but was cut off by a roll of his eyes. "*Gordo*," she repeated, firmly. "Look at you, you're walking like a duck!" she said with a smile.
"Funny," he replied with another roll of his eyes.
"Oooh," she crooned. "Little Gordy Ordy got his Speedo in a twist?"
"Shyaddup McGuire," he said, a little sullenly.
"Oh, all right." He gave her an incredulous look. "What? I can be quiet!" Gordo just shook his head and chuckled a little, then winced.
"Lizzie, I don't care what you do, as long as you get me back to my dorm so I can die in peace," he said with a groan.
"C'mon Gordo, there's no peace in a university dorm," she teased. "I know! Come back to my apartment!" He gave her The Look. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"
"Oh yes," he began sarcastically. "I can watch chick flicks with you and Miranda. We can ooh and ahh over Brad Pitt. And then, we can curl each other's hair and paint each other's toenails."
"Silly Gordo," Lizzie began. "You don't have any hair to curl!" she said, reaching a hand up to rub his buzzed hair. "We can still do your toenails, though, if you'd like," she added with a smile.
"I'll pass."
"Oh fine," she said, feigning disappointment, then started in a placating tone. "Come over, Gordo; you can relax and we'll watch Gladiator or something like that. I'll even," she started in a tone of voice that one uses to tempt, "give you the Magic McGuire Massage."
She noticed his ears perk up ever so slightly. "Well, when you put it like that..." he trailed off.
"Yay!" she squealed, hugging him tightly.
Gordo let out a strangled "Urgh!" and she let him go. "Heh... sorry... forgot about that Gordo."
"Lizzie," he began.
"Yes?"
"Remind me again why I'm on the university swim team?"
"Hmm..." she said, thinking. "Oh yeah. The full ride scholarship, duh!"
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure. Though maybe it's because you like parading around in a Speedo?"
"Oh yeah. The Speedo. That's what I'm in it for."
"Gordo?" Lizzie began.
"Hmm?"
"You're so cute when you're sarcastic." Then she turned and smiled at him, her hair flipping behind her. Gordo stopped still, stunned.
Now, some moments cause epihpanies the likes of which have never been seen. The death of Martin Luther King, Jr. inspired more people than ever during the Civil Rights movement; Bill Clinton getting a b.j. in the White House made more than a few governors and senators zip up their pants in fear; but for David Zephyr Gordon, seeing Lizzie McGuire smile and execute a perfect hair flip was an epiphany in and of itself... and one that was as dangerous as it was exhilarating.
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Author's Note: Well, what do you think so far? I'm not so sure about it, but... oh well. I persevere! :) Click that little review button, tell me what I need improvement on, tell me what you liked, what you hated, ideas where I should take it, anything! I want to make it clear that while this story is gonna delve into L/G territory REAL quick, I am not planning on writing any scenes o' luuuuuv. This is my first fanfiction, although I've written fiction for English classes in high school. Erm... yeah. So I guess I can't say this is my first story, but you get the general idea. I realize it's a little vague so far, but I plan on explaining the history MUCH BETTER in the next chapter, which should be out in the next day or so. Thanks for reading!