Author Notes: Hey I'm back, I got two reviews! Wow that's a first, thanx Donzabobo and xolcocolox(). I'll remember you were here at the beginning! So I'm counting on you to review again!! ;)

I've just realised that I didn't put a disclaimer in the rush to get my story posted!! But as you can probably guess I don't own anything except the plot, if I did own anything I think I'd be sat back spending all my money!!

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Oh btw this chapter is a 3rd person view!

Gordo strode up the path to Lizzie's house; he paused on the doormat, took a deep shaky breath and nervously opened the door. It was like entering a new world; Lizzie's house had been transformed with balloons, banners and bright fairy lights. All of the furniture had been moved to the sides turning the kitchen and living room into one big dance floor. The music was blaring and it was difficult to see anyone or anything through the big group of people. As Gordo squinted to spot someone he was friendly with, his view was blocked by someone leaping into his arms. He panicked as a girl hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. He gaped as the girl pulled away and he found himself looking at a completely transformed Miranda.

Without being able to stop himself, his eyes rolled over her. She was wearing a small purple and black tartan skirt, accompanied by a white open – necked blouse which showed off her, now perfect, tan. Her long, jet black hair fell shapely around her face and down onto her bronzed shoulders. Gordo attempted to discreetly close his jaw, but was obviously spotted.

Miranda giggled and pulled him into another hug, "Gordo I missed you so much!" Gordo glanced over her shoulder and looked over the crowd for Lizzie, but there was not a blonde head in sight.

"Ditto," he smiled. Wondering where Lizzie was he broke Miranda's embrace to ask her, but before he got chance she whisked him into the centre of the room.

"Well come on what are we waiting for?" Miranda beamed. Gordo looked at her puzzled, "let's dance!" She stood close to him and started to move to the music. Gordo stood back quickly,

"I can't dance, I mean, well, I just can't," Miranda shrugged it off but Gordo could tell she was hurt. "I'm sorry!" he said and decided now was the time to ask. "Do you know where Lizzie is?" By the look on Miranda's face now was not the right time to ask, her face screwed up as she realised she'd been pushed away for Lizzie and she pointed over to the corner of the room.

Gordo jumped up to try and see her and spotted a mop of blonde hair. He ran through what he was going to say to her and started to walk over. As he approached her, Gordo noticed that the blonde hair was awfully close to someone else. In fact this blonde hair looked as if she was kissing someone. Realising the situation, Gordo desperately searched the room to find another blonde, just to prove that this girl was not Lizzie. "Please let her have dyed her hair!" he thought when he discovered no other blondes in the room. When the couple pulled away for air, Gordo took a closer look and found his worst nightmare come true. There she was, Lizzie McGuire, kissing the one, the only Ethan Craft.