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~I am sorry this chapter took so long. It wasn't supposed to take this long, but I was sick for a while, so that put me a little behind.~
I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE
Last Laugh
Chapter Four
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie!" Martin called when Lizzie walked into the Italian restaurant.
Lizzie looked and smiled at him as she walked over to him. The restaurant Martin picked out wasn't a nice Italian restaurant, yet it was a regular, casual place to sit down and eat relatively quickly. It was also pretty loud and crowded when Lizzie walked in.
Lizzie smiled once she reached the table, "Hey."
"Hey," Martin said, standing up from his seat, "How are you?"
"Good," Lizzie said, although she could hardly think straight. With this new information about Gordo and with all this noise, she felt like she was getting a headache.
"Great! I hope you don't mind, but I already ordered you a drink. You know, I wouldn't normally do this, but the coach wants us to be on the field an hour early. You are coming to the game right?"
"Of course!" she said, although she didn't really want to go. Besides the fact that she wasn't a huge fan of soccer, she was also curious about Gordo, "Um, what did you order for a drink?"
"Coke," he said.
Lizzie swallowed. She didn't drink caffeine anymore. She gave it up a few months ago. She managed to smile, "cool."
Martin smiled and looked at her, "So," he said, "were you surprised when I asked you out?"
Lizzie was taken aback by this question. Since when was Martin so cocky? Lizzie smiled uncomfortably, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool," he said and he smiled.
Just then, the waitress put three glasses of water in front of Martin and a glass of coke in front of Lizzie. Lizzie looked at Martin as he took a glass and started drinking out of it from three straws. To Lizzie, this seemed like odd behavior. Martin looked up, and must have noticed Lizzie looking at him strangely because he said, "Three is my number in soccer. It is my lucky number."
Okay, Lizzie thought. This was odd. Was Martin really this obsessive compulsive?
It seemed as though every minute that passed by, Lizzie found something else wrong with Martin. Suddenly, she wished she were somewhere else.
As Martin was telling Lizzie some story about the time he was in Japan when he was three, Lizzie's mind drifted elsewhere. She found herself thinking a lot about Gordo.
Suddenly, Lizzie wished Martin were Gordo. Martin didn't compare to Gordo. At least Gordo would have the decency to let her talk and not obsess over the number three, or any number for that matter.
She wondered what Gordo was doing as she was suffering through this date from hell. He was probably watching a movie or at the Digital Bean. Maybe she would stop by there after this date and see him.
Whoa! Hold on! What was she thinking? She was thinking about another guy on her date with the best soccer player in her school. That wasn't right! She figured she should try to focus on what Martin was saying.
". . .When we left our hotel, the traffic was horrible! You wouldn't believe the traffic over there! As we were going to the movie theatre, my sister sneezed constantly."
"My friend, Gordo, makes movies," Lizzie blurted. Then she realized what she said. Martin looked at her awkwardly.
"Wow," he said, "I watch movies."
Just then, the waitress came up and asked them what they wanted to eat, and Lizzie ordered a chicken salad while Martin ordered three slices of 3-cheese pizza.
Lizzie was shocked to find herself waiting for the meal to come. Would she have been this way if Miranda hadn't told her that Gordo liked her? Would she have focused on the bad parts of Martin Smith, and not noticed the things, like his cockiness, obsession with the number three, and his ignorance? If so, then why was she so bothered by this?
It was as if a light had opened up in her heart. Call it a light of hope, call it a light of realization, but Lizzie wanted to be with Gordo during this time period. She felt awful for choosing Martin over Gordo, because in her heart, she always knew she wanted to be with Gordo.
Lizzie didn't listen to much of what Martin had to say and spent most of the time trying to think of a way of getting out of going to his soccer game. When she tried to focus on Martin, she couldn't and she never was a big fan of soccer anyway.
By the time the food was in front of them, Lizzie had devised a way of getting out of the rest of the date. After lunch, she would say that she didn't feel very good and needed to go home. Lizzie assumed this was safe because she had a feeling that Martin wouldn't offer to walk her home. Then, she would look for Gordo and talk to him.
After Martin and Lizzie were finished with lunch, and Martin paid for his half and Lizzie paid for hers, they walked outside. Martin turned to Lizzie and said, "So, are you ready to go to my soccer game?"
Lizzie shook her head, "Actually, I don't think I can go to your soccer game after all."
Martin laughed lightly, and then it occurred to him that she might be serious, "What? Do you feel sick or something?"
Lizzie took in a deep breath. He had given her a chance for an alibi, but somehow, she couldn't use it. She had to be honest, "Actually, no. I guess I just don't like you as much as I thought I did."
Martin was completely taken aback by this comment, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean," Lizzie smiled, suddenly gaining more courage to speak, "that there is someone I like more, and I need to go find that person before it is too late."
Lizzie turned around and started walking home as Martin starred, dumbfounded at what he was just told.
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~I am sorry this chapter took so long. It wasn't supposed to take this long, but I was sick for a while, so that put me a little behind.~
I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE
Last Laugh
Chapter Four
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie!" Martin called when Lizzie walked into the Italian restaurant.
Lizzie looked and smiled at him as she walked over to him. The restaurant Martin picked out wasn't a nice Italian restaurant, yet it was a regular, casual place to sit down and eat relatively quickly. It was also pretty loud and crowded when Lizzie walked in.
Lizzie smiled once she reached the table, "Hey."
"Hey," Martin said, standing up from his seat, "How are you?"
"Good," Lizzie said, although she could hardly think straight. With this new information about Gordo and with all this noise, she felt like she was getting a headache.
"Great! I hope you don't mind, but I already ordered you a drink. You know, I wouldn't normally do this, but the coach wants us to be on the field an hour early. You are coming to the game right?"
"Of course!" she said, although she didn't really want to go. Besides the fact that she wasn't a huge fan of soccer, she was also curious about Gordo, "Um, what did you order for a drink?"
"Coke," he said.
Lizzie swallowed. She didn't drink caffeine anymore. She gave it up a few months ago. She managed to smile, "cool."
Martin smiled and looked at her, "So," he said, "were you surprised when I asked you out?"
Lizzie was taken aback by this question. Since when was Martin so cocky? Lizzie smiled uncomfortably, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool," he said and he smiled.
Just then, the waitress put three glasses of water in front of Martin and a glass of coke in front of Lizzie. Lizzie looked at Martin as he took a glass and started drinking out of it from three straws. To Lizzie, this seemed like odd behavior. Martin looked up, and must have noticed Lizzie looking at him strangely because he said, "Three is my number in soccer. It is my lucky number."
Okay, Lizzie thought. This was odd. Was Martin really this obsessive compulsive?
It seemed as though every minute that passed by, Lizzie found something else wrong with Martin. Suddenly, she wished she were somewhere else.
As Martin was telling Lizzie some story about the time he was in Japan when he was three, Lizzie's mind drifted elsewhere. She found herself thinking a lot about Gordo.
Suddenly, Lizzie wished Martin were Gordo. Martin didn't compare to Gordo. At least Gordo would have the decency to let her talk and not obsess over the number three, or any number for that matter.
She wondered what Gordo was doing as she was suffering through this date from hell. He was probably watching a movie or at the Digital Bean. Maybe she would stop by there after this date and see him.
Whoa! Hold on! What was she thinking? She was thinking about another guy on her date with the best soccer player in her school. That wasn't right! She figured she should try to focus on what Martin was saying.
". . .When we left our hotel, the traffic was horrible! You wouldn't believe the traffic over there! As we were going to the movie theatre, my sister sneezed constantly."
"My friend, Gordo, makes movies," Lizzie blurted. Then she realized what she said. Martin looked at her awkwardly.
"Wow," he said, "I watch movies."
Just then, the waitress came up and asked them what they wanted to eat, and Lizzie ordered a chicken salad while Martin ordered three slices of 3-cheese pizza.
Lizzie was shocked to find herself waiting for the meal to come. Would she have been this way if Miranda hadn't told her that Gordo liked her? Would she have focused on the bad parts of Martin Smith, and not noticed the things, like his cockiness, obsession with the number three, and his ignorance? If so, then why was she so bothered by this?
It was as if a light had opened up in her heart. Call it a light of hope, call it a light of realization, but Lizzie wanted to be with Gordo during this time period. She felt awful for choosing Martin over Gordo, because in her heart, she always knew she wanted to be with Gordo.
Lizzie didn't listen to much of what Martin had to say and spent most of the time trying to think of a way of getting out of going to his soccer game. When she tried to focus on Martin, she couldn't and she never was a big fan of soccer anyway.
By the time the food was in front of them, Lizzie had devised a way of getting out of the rest of the date. After lunch, she would say that she didn't feel very good and needed to go home. Lizzie assumed this was safe because she had a feeling that Martin wouldn't offer to walk her home. Then, she would look for Gordo and talk to him.
After Martin and Lizzie were finished with lunch, and Martin paid for his half and Lizzie paid for hers, they walked outside. Martin turned to Lizzie and said, "So, are you ready to go to my soccer game?"
Lizzie shook her head, "Actually, I don't think I can go to your soccer game after all."
Martin laughed lightly, and then it occurred to him that she might be serious, "What? Do you feel sick or something?"
Lizzie took in a deep breath. He had given her a chance for an alibi, but somehow, she couldn't use it. She had to be honest, "Actually, no. I guess I just don't like you as much as I thought I did."
Martin was completely taken aback by this comment, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean," Lizzie smiled, suddenly gaining more courage to speak, "that there is someone I like more, and I need to go find that person before it is too late."
Lizzie turned around and started walking home as Martin starred, dumbfounded at what he was just told.
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What did you think? I hope that the next (and last) chapter will be up within the next few days, but be patient, because I can't always promise anything. Review if you wish and the last chapter will be up soon.