Author's Note: I am very weirdly (but in a good way) surprised at how well this story is going over. I had an original poem I posted, like, two years ago that got a total of five reviews over the space of a year, and I get that in a day now, and I just think it's the coolest thing! Keep petting my ego, people! :-D
Lara: Good to hear from you again! Agreed, Lizzie and Gordo are quite possibly the cutest couple ever. Really it's all Gordo, because he is so frickin' adorable. I want a pocket-sized model. Know where I can find one...?
LizzieC: Another one from ya! How snifty... :) Hey, better late than never, right? And the suspense is what keeps you guys coming back... or something like that.... ;)
liz3386: Haha, thanks! I liked the Russel Crowe line, too, I have to admit, even if it's patting myself on the back... :-D Anyway, even if I *thought* you were ragging, I've been asking for critiques at the end of almost every chapter! But your comments are *always* useful and insightful, I want you to know I think that. Thank you thank you thank you!
Lizfan28: Wow! Rocks your socks, eh? Cool! Thanks!
dramaqueen214: You've never seen 'The Princess Bride'? If you haven't, you need to go rent it. Like, now, seriously. And I have another question... Where is everyone hearing that Disney is cancelling Lizzie McGuire? It just doesn't seem to make sense to me. They're giving Hilary Duff a singing career; they just spent alot of money on filming and advertising a major motion picture; and a line of clothing was just introduced at the Limited, Too last Fall. Don't companies coninue series that are doing well? I really don't see why they'd cancel it, so like I said, where's everyone hearing this?!?!
littlebean: Thanks! I'm slowly beginning to think that the *majority* of Lizzie McGuire viewers are older... hm.... Interesting thought, eh? :) Thank you for the compliments! I write what I like to read, and I hate reading stories that don't make sense, or too many things just conveniently happen. And I can't stand all that 'Oh Rhett! Oh Scarlett!' stuff. 'The Princess Bride' is the greatest movie ever made. I swear, I would mary Cary Elwes and ask him to change his name to Westley Roberts. Then *I* would have Westley! Sa-weet! :-D
Sammy the Story Magi: I'm glad! I think Gordo will be getting his curls back, too... he's just too cute for words with all that hair. And don't worry about me continuing it... I keep posting every day, I'm that inspired!
Black Knight: Good to hear! Stay tuned.... :)
jess: I'm glad you think so! *Another* late-teener to join our ranks... how cool!
Here's the next round....
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Miranda unlocked the front door of the apartment and slowly pushed the door open, the light from the hallway letting her see a little bit around the front room. Noticing a lump on the couch, plus the static playing on the TV screen, she assumed Gordo was over for the night and carefully closed the door behind her, tiptoeing to her bedroom at the back of the apartment.
Once inside her room, she squinted her eyes at her digital clock. *2:13* a.m.?! Argh! She switched on her bedside lamp and fell back on her bed with a sigh. Never, *never* would she wait until the last day to finish her midterm project. Yeah right, she thought, you said that *last* semester and the semester before *that*. Rousing herself before she could fall asleep she set her alarm clock for 7 a.m. All part of the glamorous school life, she thought wryly. SFSU was hosting a fashion show of sorts the next morning for fashion design students around the state and Miranda had to be up extra early. Not only was she modeling an outfit of hers, but every fashion design student had to volunteer to help out for at least three hours. She'd decided to get it over with in the morning. Not such a great idea now, is it? she asked herself. Great. Now I'm *thinking* to myself she thought. Erm... yeah. Stopping thinking right now.
Miranda reached over and switched off her lamp, sending her room into darkness once more, then fell off into a deep sleep.
~*~
When Miranda woke up to the blaring beeping sound of her alarm clock at 7 a.m., she decided it was cruel and unusual punishment to have to wake up early on a Saturday. Standing up from her bed and stretching, she decided that there had to be something in the Constitution about it. Right?
With a sigh, she began fumbling through her clothes in the dresser hurriedly. She had to be outta here no later than 7:45, preferably earlier. So, of course, WHERE WERE HER STRETCHY SILVER JEANS?! She snapped her fingers. She'd lent them to Lizzie a couple days ago. Miranda sprinted to Lizzie's door, but saw that it was most of the way open. Hmmm, weird, thought Miranda. She poked her head in the door. No Lizzie in the bed. Miranda shrugged it off; Lizzie was a big girl and could sleep wherever she wanted. She flipped on the light and there they were! Right in the corner...
"Last time I let Lizzie borrow my clothes," Miranda grumbled, but smiled anyway, knowing she'd do almost anything for her friend.
Back in her room, she pulled on the jeans and a dark, stretchy shirt with an artsy montage on the front of blocks from Vincent Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. Glancing around hurriedly she found her Mary Janes and pulled them on with some socks. She glanced at her clock again. Argh! 7:30! She ran to the bathroom and pulled her red-hi-lighted hair up into two twisty buns, then quickly applied some light makeup. Dashing back to her room to pick up her bag, she started for the front door... and stopped short at what she saw in the front room.
There were Lizzie and Gordo, lying together on the couch, asleep. Must've fallen asleep during the movie, thought Miranda. She smiled softly. They truly were the most adorable couple-in-denial she'd ever known. Had been since high school, Miranda thought. Hmm, Miranda tapped her chin thoughtfully. Well, she had time for just *one* and she'd better make it quick. She ran back to her room, carrying her camera back with her. Checking to make sure she had the black-and-white film loaded, she snapped a quick picture of her two best friends. She could have fun with this, she thought with a grin. Placing her camera back in her room, she ran out to her car. Could I be any more *loca*?, Miranda wondered. Almost 8, and she had to be there by 8:30!
With a squeal of tires Miranda sped out of the parking lot, completely forgetting about the duo left in her apartment.
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At the sun shining on his face Gordo stirred just a bit, trying to gather his wits. There was something *on* him. And hair all over his face! What the--? He stiffened until he remembered last night. Oh yeah.
He vaguely remembered Lizzie popping in 'Gladiator'. The last scene he remembered watching was Maximus' first fight as a gladiator, with Lizzie already asleep on his shoulder. He must've nodded off... He looked down with a frown, trying to make sense of it all. Lizzie and he were lying on the wide leather couch with a blanket thrown over themselves. Her head was tucked just underneath his chin while her feet dangled somewhere above his ankles. Both were lying on their sides, and one of Gordo's arms was thrown around her waist.
He could smell the vanilla from her hair, and something else he had decided a long time ago was just *Lizzie*. He should really get off the couch. But he was comfortable, and warm, and how often did he get to hold Lizzie like this? he argued with himself. Losing battle, he decided, and it was too early to be thinking very hard right now. He tightened his arm around her, burying his nose into her hair and drifting back to sleep.
~*~
At the sun shining on her face, Lizzie woke slightly. She was *on* something. Something big. And it wasn't the couch, either. She stiffened until she remembered last night. Oh yeah.
The last thing she remembered was watching Gladiator and leaning against Gordo's shoulder. She must've nodded off... She looked down with a frown, trying to figure it out. She and Gordo were lying on the couch with a blanket on top of them. She could hear his breathing directly in her ear, and could see his feet at the end of the couch, reaching a good five or six inches past her own. And Gordo's arm was around her waist.
It felt like home. Maybe like something more. She could smell the clean scent of his soap and something else she had decided a long time ago was just *Gordo*. She should get off the couch before he woke up and was embarrassed, she thought. But she was comfortable, and warm, and how often did Lizzie McGuire get to be held by David Gordon? she argued with herself. No contest, she decided with a sigh. She snuggled back into him and drifted off to sleep.
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Author's note: Okay, so I had to introduce Miranda at some point. And for long-term (ack, did I just type 'long-term'?!?! Watch out, LM-verse...), she will be in the story much more, but right now this is focusing alot on Lizzie and Gordo. In case you guys hadn't been able to tell, I love 'The Princess Bride'. For those of you who've seen it, give it up, come on, you know it's like the best movie ever. Even better than ::gasp:: 'The Lizzie McGuire Move'. Is that traitorous of me? I dunno... If you haven't seen it, make it a point to rent it the next time you go to the video store. I'm serious, you have a 99% chance of not regretting it! I'm not sure how much I like this chapter (and I'm not saying that as a cheap shot to get encouragement). Oh, yes, and I realize that the Gordo/Lizzie POVs are similar. I meant for that to happen. Sorry this chapter is so short guys, but it felt like a good stopping point and I'm immediately starting on chapter seven, which should be out tomorrow. BTW, should I continue responding to each of your reviews? I want you guys to know how much I appreciate them, which is why I take the time to respond, but if most of you just find it annoying I'll stop.
Lara: Good to hear from you again! Agreed, Lizzie and Gordo are quite possibly the cutest couple ever. Really it's all Gordo, because he is so frickin' adorable. I want a pocket-sized model. Know where I can find one...?
LizzieC: Another one from ya! How snifty... :) Hey, better late than never, right? And the suspense is what keeps you guys coming back... or something like that.... ;)
liz3386: Haha, thanks! I liked the Russel Crowe line, too, I have to admit, even if it's patting myself on the back... :-D Anyway, even if I *thought* you were ragging, I've been asking for critiques at the end of almost every chapter! But your comments are *always* useful and insightful, I want you to know I think that. Thank you thank you thank you!
Lizfan28: Wow! Rocks your socks, eh? Cool! Thanks!
dramaqueen214: You've never seen 'The Princess Bride'? If you haven't, you need to go rent it. Like, now, seriously. And I have another question... Where is everyone hearing that Disney is cancelling Lizzie McGuire? It just doesn't seem to make sense to me. They're giving Hilary Duff a singing career; they just spent alot of money on filming and advertising a major motion picture; and a line of clothing was just introduced at the Limited, Too last Fall. Don't companies coninue series that are doing well? I really don't see why they'd cancel it, so like I said, where's everyone hearing this?!?!
littlebean: Thanks! I'm slowly beginning to think that the *majority* of Lizzie McGuire viewers are older... hm.... Interesting thought, eh? :) Thank you for the compliments! I write what I like to read, and I hate reading stories that don't make sense, or too many things just conveniently happen. And I can't stand all that 'Oh Rhett! Oh Scarlett!' stuff. 'The Princess Bride' is the greatest movie ever made. I swear, I would mary Cary Elwes and ask him to change his name to Westley Roberts. Then *I* would have Westley! Sa-weet! :-D
Sammy the Story Magi: I'm glad! I think Gordo will be getting his curls back, too... he's just too cute for words with all that hair. And don't worry about me continuing it... I keep posting every day, I'm that inspired!
Black Knight: Good to hear! Stay tuned.... :)
jess: I'm glad you think so! *Another* late-teener to join our ranks... how cool!
Here's the next round....
~*~*~*~
Miranda unlocked the front door of the apartment and slowly pushed the door open, the light from the hallway letting her see a little bit around the front room. Noticing a lump on the couch, plus the static playing on the TV screen, she assumed Gordo was over for the night and carefully closed the door behind her, tiptoeing to her bedroom at the back of the apartment.
Once inside her room, she squinted her eyes at her digital clock. *2:13* a.m.?! Argh! She switched on her bedside lamp and fell back on her bed with a sigh. Never, *never* would she wait until the last day to finish her midterm project. Yeah right, she thought, you said that *last* semester and the semester before *that*. Rousing herself before she could fall asleep she set her alarm clock for 7 a.m. All part of the glamorous school life, she thought wryly. SFSU was hosting a fashion show of sorts the next morning for fashion design students around the state and Miranda had to be up extra early. Not only was she modeling an outfit of hers, but every fashion design student had to volunteer to help out for at least three hours. She'd decided to get it over with in the morning. Not such a great idea now, is it? she asked herself. Great. Now I'm *thinking* to myself she thought. Erm... yeah. Stopping thinking right now.
Miranda reached over and switched off her lamp, sending her room into darkness once more, then fell off into a deep sleep.
~*~
When Miranda woke up to the blaring beeping sound of her alarm clock at 7 a.m., she decided it was cruel and unusual punishment to have to wake up early on a Saturday. Standing up from her bed and stretching, she decided that there had to be something in the Constitution about it. Right?
With a sigh, she began fumbling through her clothes in the dresser hurriedly. She had to be outta here no later than 7:45, preferably earlier. So, of course, WHERE WERE HER STRETCHY SILVER JEANS?! She snapped her fingers. She'd lent them to Lizzie a couple days ago. Miranda sprinted to Lizzie's door, but saw that it was most of the way open. Hmmm, weird, thought Miranda. She poked her head in the door. No Lizzie in the bed. Miranda shrugged it off; Lizzie was a big girl and could sleep wherever she wanted. She flipped on the light and there they were! Right in the corner...
"Last time I let Lizzie borrow my clothes," Miranda grumbled, but smiled anyway, knowing she'd do almost anything for her friend.
Back in her room, she pulled on the jeans and a dark, stretchy shirt with an artsy montage on the front of blocks from Vincent Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. Glancing around hurriedly she found her Mary Janes and pulled them on with some socks. She glanced at her clock again. Argh! 7:30! She ran to the bathroom and pulled her red-hi-lighted hair up into two twisty buns, then quickly applied some light makeup. Dashing back to her room to pick up her bag, she started for the front door... and stopped short at what she saw in the front room.
There were Lizzie and Gordo, lying together on the couch, asleep. Must've fallen asleep during the movie, thought Miranda. She smiled softly. They truly were the most adorable couple-in-denial she'd ever known. Had been since high school, Miranda thought. Hmm, Miranda tapped her chin thoughtfully. Well, she had time for just *one* and she'd better make it quick. She ran back to her room, carrying her camera back with her. Checking to make sure she had the black-and-white film loaded, she snapped a quick picture of her two best friends. She could have fun with this, she thought with a grin. Placing her camera back in her room, she ran out to her car. Could I be any more *loca*?, Miranda wondered. Almost 8, and she had to be there by 8:30!
With a squeal of tires Miranda sped out of the parking lot, completely forgetting about the duo left in her apartment.
~*~
At the sun shining on his face Gordo stirred just a bit, trying to gather his wits. There was something *on* him. And hair all over his face! What the--? He stiffened until he remembered last night. Oh yeah.
He vaguely remembered Lizzie popping in 'Gladiator'. The last scene he remembered watching was Maximus' first fight as a gladiator, with Lizzie already asleep on his shoulder. He must've nodded off... He looked down with a frown, trying to make sense of it all. Lizzie and he were lying on the wide leather couch with a blanket thrown over themselves. Her head was tucked just underneath his chin while her feet dangled somewhere above his ankles. Both were lying on their sides, and one of Gordo's arms was thrown around her waist.
He could smell the vanilla from her hair, and something else he had decided a long time ago was just *Lizzie*. He should really get off the couch. But he was comfortable, and warm, and how often did he get to hold Lizzie like this? he argued with himself. Losing battle, he decided, and it was too early to be thinking very hard right now. He tightened his arm around her, burying his nose into her hair and drifting back to sleep.
~*~
At the sun shining on her face, Lizzie woke slightly. She was *on* something. Something big. And it wasn't the couch, either. She stiffened until she remembered last night. Oh yeah.
The last thing she remembered was watching Gladiator and leaning against Gordo's shoulder. She must've nodded off... She looked down with a frown, trying to figure it out. She and Gordo were lying on the couch with a blanket on top of them. She could hear his breathing directly in her ear, and could see his feet at the end of the couch, reaching a good five or six inches past her own. And Gordo's arm was around her waist.
It felt like home. Maybe like something more. She could smell the clean scent of his soap and something else she had decided a long time ago was just *Gordo*. She should get off the couch before he woke up and was embarrassed, she thought. But she was comfortable, and warm, and how often did Lizzie McGuire get to be held by David Gordon? she argued with herself. No contest, she decided with a sigh. She snuggled back into him and drifted off to sleep.
~*~
Author's note: Okay, so I had to introduce Miranda at some point. And for long-term (ack, did I just type 'long-term'?!?! Watch out, LM-verse...), she will be in the story much more, but right now this is focusing alot on Lizzie and Gordo. In case you guys hadn't been able to tell, I love 'The Princess Bride'. For those of you who've seen it, give it up, come on, you know it's like the best movie ever. Even better than ::gasp:: 'The Lizzie McGuire Move'. Is that traitorous of me? I dunno... If you haven't seen it, make it a point to rent it the next time you go to the video store. I'm serious, you have a 99% chance of not regretting it! I'm not sure how much I like this chapter (and I'm not saying that as a cheap shot to get encouragement). Oh, yes, and I realize that the Gordo/Lizzie POVs are similar. I meant for that to happen. Sorry this chapter is so short guys, but it felt like a good stopping point and I'm immediately starting on chapter seven, which should be out tomorrow. BTW, should I continue responding to each of your reviews? I want you guys to know how much I appreciate them, which is why I take the time to respond, but if most of you just find it annoying I'll stop.