It's Your Turn To Win
Summary: "It's your turn to win." Those words remained etched into Lizzie's mind. Now, with another murder mystery party approaching, Lizzie's determined to show Gordo that the feelings for one another are mutual.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters. All of them were created by Disney. The idea is mine though. I've never seen another story with my exact plot nor am I willing to search through 60 some pages for any story of this nature. Therefore, I'm claiming this idea as mine own.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updates. I was in Atlanta for a week which really put me behind and then I come home to find that my computer will be in the shop for a week so that's why it took so long. Hopefully it was worth the wait though. Also, in the disclaimer for the first chapter I talked about Ethan's dad, and I decided to take a different route for the story so he most likely won't be in it at all. I really hope the spacing in this chapter makes it easier to read than the first one. If not let me know. Other then that read, enjoy, review, and tell me how to improve my story! I'm open to anything!
The reflection in the mirror cast a portrait of a young man with noticeable gray streaks splashed throughout his chocolate curls. The numbers on the digital clock behind him switched yet again to reveal the digits 6:35. Gordo let out a sigh for the millionth time that night. Why was he so nervous? His parents were out of town for the weekend and since they trusted him (he smiled as he reminisced about the time he was "bad" at Kate's party) had given him permission to throw the party. The food and stage were all set up and ready to go. Everyone had RSVPed; Ethan, Kate, Amy, Veruca, Tudge, and Lizzie. Suddenly his heart stopped and it became evident why he was such a nervous wreck.
25 minutes until he would see Lizzie. 25 minutes until he would have a second chance to spill out his feelings. 25 minutes until being humiliated after Lizzie rejected his preposition. 25 minutes until he would see Lizzie and Ethan together once again as husband and wife. God, he loathed the thought of it. Sure for Ethan it was just fun and games, but he knew for Lizzie it was the real thing. How could he blame her? After all, if he was the lucky one "married" to her he would consider it real too. A soft click escaped from his clock. 24 minutes...
24 minutes; despite the fact that Lizzie just had her makeup and hair to do it hardly seemed like enough time. The makeup was fairly easy to do, just a hint of light pink lipstick coated with lip gloss and a dusting of silver glitter over her eyelids. Hair was a different story however. Gordo had once told her that he liked her hair down the best because it showed that she was happy with who she was and didn't need to go out of her way to impress anyone (plus he thought that her hair clips were just a little too big). It was one of the clues that convinced Lizzie that her best friend was the man of her dreams. She didn't need to be anyone but herself to impress Gordo. Still, she did want to add a little something special to her look so she threw in a few small braids that rested peacefully on top of the rest of her hair and placed some baby's breath at the bottom of each one. The clock now read 7:02. "Great," she thought, "not only am I late for a party but for a murder as well." as she rushed out the door.
Ethan lay motionless in the center of the kitchen, trying to practice being a dead corpse before the party started since he had already placed all the clues around the house and was scheduled to be the one to die. The remainder of the guests chatted away in Gordo's "feng shue" living room while the host himself paced back and forth in the main hallway by the front door. Where could she be? It was now 7:02 and she still wasn't there. She was only two minutes late so far but she was never late to anything. Panic swept through Gordo's body. It was now 7:06 and he couldn't take it anymore. He would rush over to the McGuire's house if need be only to find her safe in her room, so long as he knew where she was.
Gordo whipped open his front door to reveal a startled and breathless Lizzie. The sudden opening of the door took Lizzie by such surprise that she lost her balance (a typical hobby of Lizzie's) and fell backwards into Gordo's arms who luckily ran out of the house just in time to catch her. He was now completely carrying her in his arms.
"Lizzie are you Ok?" concern filled Gordo's voice.
"Yea I'm fine I'm just glad you were here to catch me." A slight blush came to Lizzie's face as she spoke.
After having discovered that Lizzie was alright, Gordo realized how content he felt while holding Lizzie tightly in his arms. "Well just in case lets sit you down inside." Gordo cautiously made his way back into the house with her still in his arms. He couldn't help but pause at the threshold as he realized the irony of the situation. There he was carrying the woman that he loved into his house while he was dressed in a tux and she in a wedding dress. O cruel world. Lizzie's head was buried into his chest so he couldn't see her reaction to the situation. Maybe she hadn't noticed and he was just blowing this entire thing out of proportion. Just in case, he hurried inside with her still in his arms to prevent her from suspecting anything unusual.
As soon as Lizzie had her feet firmly planted on the ground once again, a shrill scream could be heard from Veruca's mouth, who apparently was the first one to discover Ethan's death. The remainder of the gang sprinted off to the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. There Ethan lay, a wine glass held captive in his hand. Lizzie's feelings towards Ethan may have deceased over the past few months, but it was evident that she could hold back her surprise regarding the recent death of her "husband". All of the girls shed a few tears while the guys rolled their eyes in disgust.
Gordo had had enough of this tear fest and decided it was time to get moving. "Well it doesn't take much of a detective to realize that someone poisoned his drink." Gordo stated with a heap of confidence in his voice. "I suggest we avoid indulging ourselves in our own individual drinks," Gordo motioned to the remaining six glasses on the counter filled to the brim with grape juice since they weren't technically old enough to drink yet, " until we can be assured that the killer does not have a motive to poison the rest of us." The others nodded their heads in unison, still slightly shaken up by the death of one of their good friends.
All of the guests except Lizzie, Gordo, and Ethan's corpse evacuated the room. Gordo couldn't help but notice Lizzie's face still remained paled. "Lizzie are you feeling alright?" His heart dropped at the idea of her feeling ill and having to return home.
"No, no I'm um fine. I guess I just got a little caught up in the moment and forgot all of this is pretend ya know?" Lizzie's voice trailed off at the end. Her mind turned to the sincerity of Gordo's question. He was the only person who could tell there was something wrong with her even when she tried her best to hide it. He knew her inside and out and could practically read her mind. The thought scared her at first until she realized that it brought comfort to her knowing that he would always be there when she needed him.
"Yea it crushes me every time Ethan is out of commission and therefore can't get all the girls." Gordo's sarcastic tone brought a smile to Lizzie's gloomy face. It was now that Gordo got his first real look at her tonight. She was wearing the same white gown she had on at the first party but it looked just as magnificent. The glitter on her eyelids caught the light in the room and resembled miniscule diamonds floating above her eyes. And her hair! She had it down, exactly how he liked it, but those braids with flowers at the end made her look just heavenly. "Wow! You look beautiful!" Gordo hesitated after saying that. Had he pushed his boundaries as a friend too far? No, friends were allowed to compliment their friends and that was exactly what he was doing, as a friend.
Lizzie's face was a scarlet red but it still managed to have an accomplished smile plastered across it. She managed to stammer a simple "Thanks," but as soon as she had regained composure she finished with, "you look pretty handsome yourself."
The ends of Gordo's mouth curled upward in reaction to the complement. "Well I guess we better start trying to crack this case before another one of us croaks huh?" As much as he hated to say those words and spoil their little moment, it was the truth. After all, it's not exactly normal to leave a dead corpse lying in your kitchen all day.
Lizzie raised right eyebrow before concluding with, "Have at it?"
A notorious grin stretched out across Gordo's face as he mimicked Lizzie in response, "Have at it!"
The two best friends ran out of the kitchen, racing each other and laughing along the way despite the seriousness of the situation and the fact that they were competitors. A memory flashed into Gordo's head as he waited at the bottom of the staircase for Lizzie to catch up with him one last time.
~FLASHBACK~
Ignoring Mrs. Gordon's noble request of no running in the house, five year old Lizzie and Gordo found themselves poised behind the imaginary starting line in the kitchen. The timer on the microwave began to countdown from twenty until reaching its destination at zero, which set off the buzzer, signaling the start of the race. It wasn't much of a race. Gordo had always been a much faster runner then Lizzie and to be fair he would always patiently wait at the bottom of the staircase for her to pass the finish line. Little did they know this would be the last time the race would ever take place seeing as they would outgrow the habit. Right on cue, Gordo appeared at the bottom of the staircase to wait for his best friend who came hurtling around the banister.
A breathless Lizzie managed to gasp, "You just wait Gordo, next time it's my turn to win!"
Gordo couldn't help but smile as he agreed to the contract. Nodding his head in agreement he proclaimed, "Yea, we should this again sometime. It's your turn to win."
~END FLASHBACK~
A/N: Well what do you think? Fluffy I know but I can't help it. The whole "Clueless episode" will probably be 4 chapters long and I'm still debating whether or not I'll continue to write some chapters after that but if I get a positive response I probably will. REMEMBER 5 REVIEWS OR NO UPDATE! (In other words, the review count has to get past 16 since b4 this chap. I had 11)
Summary: "It's your turn to win." Those words remained etched into Lizzie's mind. Now, with another murder mystery party approaching, Lizzie's determined to show Gordo that the feelings for one another are mutual.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters. All of them were created by Disney. The idea is mine though. I've never seen another story with my exact plot nor am I willing to search through 60 some pages for any story of this nature. Therefore, I'm claiming this idea as mine own.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updates. I was in Atlanta for a week which really put me behind and then I come home to find that my computer will be in the shop for a week so that's why it took so long. Hopefully it was worth the wait though. Also, in the disclaimer for the first chapter I talked about Ethan's dad, and I decided to take a different route for the story so he most likely won't be in it at all. I really hope the spacing in this chapter makes it easier to read than the first one. If not let me know. Other then that read, enjoy, review, and tell me how to improve my story! I'm open to anything!
The reflection in the mirror cast a portrait of a young man with noticeable gray streaks splashed throughout his chocolate curls. The numbers on the digital clock behind him switched yet again to reveal the digits 6:35. Gordo let out a sigh for the millionth time that night. Why was he so nervous? His parents were out of town for the weekend and since they trusted him (he smiled as he reminisced about the time he was "bad" at Kate's party) had given him permission to throw the party. The food and stage were all set up and ready to go. Everyone had RSVPed; Ethan, Kate, Amy, Veruca, Tudge, and Lizzie. Suddenly his heart stopped and it became evident why he was such a nervous wreck.
25 minutes until he would see Lizzie. 25 minutes until he would have a second chance to spill out his feelings. 25 minutes until being humiliated after Lizzie rejected his preposition. 25 minutes until he would see Lizzie and Ethan together once again as husband and wife. God, he loathed the thought of it. Sure for Ethan it was just fun and games, but he knew for Lizzie it was the real thing. How could he blame her? After all, if he was the lucky one "married" to her he would consider it real too. A soft click escaped from his clock. 24 minutes...
24 minutes; despite the fact that Lizzie just had her makeup and hair to do it hardly seemed like enough time. The makeup was fairly easy to do, just a hint of light pink lipstick coated with lip gloss and a dusting of silver glitter over her eyelids. Hair was a different story however. Gordo had once told her that he liked her hair down the best because it showed that she was happy with who she was and didn't need to go out of her way to impress anyone (plus he thought that her hair clips were just a little too big). It was one of the clues that convinced Lizzie that her best friend was the man of her dreams. She didn't need to be anyone but herself to impress Gordo. Still, she did want to add a little something special to her look so she threw in a few small braids that rested peacefully on top of the rest of her hair and placed some baby's breath at the bottom of each one. The clock now read 7:02. "Great," she thought, "not only am I late for a party but for a murder as well." as she rushed out the door.
Ethan lay motionless in the center of the kitchen, trying to practice being a dead corpse before the party started since he had already placed all the clues around the house and was scheduled to be the one to die. The remainder of the guests chatted away in Gordo's "feng shue" living room while the host himself paced back and forth in the main hallway by the front door. Where could she be? It was now 7:02 and she still wasn't there. She was only two minutes late so far but she was never late to anything. Panic swept through Gordo's body. It was now 7:06 and he couldn't take it anymore. He would rush over to the McGuire's house if need be only to find her safe in her room, so long as he knew where she was.
Gordo whipped open his front door to reveal a startled and breathless Lizzie. The sudden opening of the door took Lizzie by such surprise that she lost her balance (a typical hobby of Lizzie's) and fell backwards into Gordo's arms who luckily ran out of the house just in time to catch her. He was now completely carrying her in his arms.
"Lizzie are you Ok?" concern filled Gordo's voice.
"Yea I'm fine I'm just glad you were here to catch me." A slight blush came to Lizzie's face as she spoke.
After having discovered that Lizzie was alright, Gordo realized how content he felt while holding Lizzie tightly in his arms. "Well just in case lets sit you down inside." Gordo cautiously made his way back into the house with her still in his arms. He couldn't help but pause at the threshold as he realized the irony of the situation. There he was carrying the woman that he loved into his house while he was dressed in a tux and she in a wedding dress. O cruel world. Lizzie's head was buried into his chest so he couldn't see her reaction to the situation. Maybe she hadn't noticed and he was just blowing this entire thing out of proportion. Just in case, he hurried inside with her still in his arms to prevent her from suspecting anything unusual.
As soon as Lizzie had her feet firmly planted on the ground once again, a shrill scream could be heard from Veruca's mouth, who apparently was the first one to discover Ethan's death. The remainder of the gang sprinted off to the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. There Ethan lay, a wine glass held captive in his hand. Lizzie's feelings towards Ethan may have deceased over the past few months, but it was evident that she could hold back her surprise regarding the recent death of her "husband". All of the girls shed a few tears while the guys rolled their eyes in disgust.
Gordo had had enough of this tear fest and decided it was time to get moving. "Well it doesn't take much of a detective to realize that someone poisoned his drink." Gordo stated with a heap of confidence in his voice. "I suggest we avoid indulging ourselves in our own individual drinks," Gordo motioned to the remaining six glasses on the counter filled to the brim with grape juice since they weren't technically old enough to drink yet, " until we can be assured that the killer does not have a motive to poison the rest of us." The others nodded their heads in unison, still slightly shaken up by the death of one of their good friends.
All of the guests except Lizzie, Gordo, and Ethan's corpse evacuated the room. Gordo couldn't help but notice Lizzie's face still remained paled. "Lizzie are you feeling alright?" His heart dropped at the idea of her feeling ill and having to return home.
"No, no I'm um fine. I guess I just got a little caught up in the moment and forgot all of this is pretend ya know?" Lizzie's voice trailed off at the end. Her mind turned to the sincerity of Gordo's question. He was the only person who could tell there was something wrong with her even when she tried her best to hide it. He knew her inside and out and could practically read her mind. The thought scared her at first until she realized that it brought comfort to her knowing that he would always be there when she needed him.
"Yea it crushes me every time Ethan is out of commission and therefore can't get all the girls." Gordo's sarcastic tone brought a smile to Lizzie's gloomy face. It was now that Gordo got his first real look at her tonight. She was wearing the same white gown she had on at the first party but it looked just as magnificent. The glitter on her eyelids caught the light in the room and resembled miniscule diamonds floating above her eyes. And her hair! She had it down, exactly how he liked it, but those braids with flowers at the end made her look just heavenly. "Wow! You look beautiful!" Gordo hesitated after saying that. Had he pushed his boundaries as a friend too far? No, friends were allowed to compliment their friends and that was exactly what he was doing, as a friend.
Lizzie's face was a scarlet red but it still managed to have an accomplished smile plastered across it. She managed to stammer a simple "Thanks," but as soon as she had regained composure she finished with, "you look pretty handsome yourself."
The ends of Gordo's mouth curled upward in reaction to the complement. "Well I guess we better start trying to crack this case before another one of us croaks huh?" As much as he hated to say those words and spoil their little moment, it was the truth. After all, it's not exactly normal to leave a dead corpse lying in your kitchen all day.
Lizzie raised right eyebrow before concluding with, "Have at it?"
A notorious grin stretched out across Gordo's face as he mimicked Lizzie in response, "Have at it!"
The two best friends ran out of the kitchen, racing each other and laughing along the way despite the seriousness of the situation and the fact that they were competitors. A memory flashed into Gordo's head as he waited at the bottom of the staircase for Lizzie to catch up with him one last time.
~FLASHBACK~
Ignoring Mrs. Gordon's noble request of no running in the house, five year old Lizzie and Gordo found themselves poised behind the imaginary starting line in the kitchen. The timer on the microwave began to countdown from twenty until reaching its destination at zero, which set off the buzzer, signaling the start of the race. It wasn't much of a race. Gordo had always been a much faster runner then Lizzie and to be fair he would always patiently wait at the bottom of the staircase for her to pass the finish line. Little did they know this would be the last time the race would ever take place seeing as they would outgrow the habit. Right on cue, Gordo appeared at the bottom of the staircase to wait for his best friend who came hurtling around the banister.
A breathless Lizzie managed to gasp, "You just wait Gordo, next time it's my turn to win!"
Gordo couldn't help but smile as he agreed to the contract. Nodding his head in agreement he proclaimed, "Yea, we should this again sometime. It's your turn to win."
~END FLASHBACK~
A/N: Well what do you think? Fluffy I know but I can't help it. The whole "Clueless episode" will probably be 4 chapters long and I'm still debating whether or not I'll continue to write some chapters after that but if I get a positive response I probably will. REMEMBER 5 REVIEWS OR NO UPDATE! (In other words, the review count has to get past 16 since b4 this chap. I had 11)