***Happy Labor Day! I don't own Lizzie McGuire!***
Chapter 16
What to Do
After school, Gordo and Lizzie walked to the store to get color stripper to turn Lizzie's hair back to blonde. They then headed to Lizzie's house.
"Will your mom be home?" Gordo asked.
"I think so," Lizzie said, and then she smiled and hit him playfully on the shoulder, "Why? Feeling romantic? Gee, Gordo, don't you think we should get through the first day of this relationship?"
Gordo blushed, "No, I just don't know what she will think about all this."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, shaking her head, "You know my mom. My mom likes you. If anything, she will be thrilled."
"So, she won't be freaked out or anything?"
"Why would she freak out? You are tame compared to my other friends, and she knows you are tame. She'll ask questions of course, but then she'll drop it."
"Okay. You know, it will bring back a lot of memories seeing the McGuire family again. I mean, I haven't seen Matt in a long time. Has he changed?"
"No way! He is still the little greasy kid he always was," Lizzie said.
"What about your dad?"
"Why are you worrying so much? You are starting to worry me! My dad always considered you like a second son or something. You haven't changed much since the last time."
Gordo considered this, "You are right. If anyone, you were the one that changed the most."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I have made mistakes, but life goes on," Lizzie said, sadly.
"I wouldn't call them mistakes. They are differences. You are still the same Lizzie you were three years ago."
"I know that!" Lizzie said.
"No, I mean, you changed, but you didn't change much. All these years, I knew that although we weren't friends, deep down, you were the same Lizzie you were when we were friends. I guess, now that I think about it, we all changed. I mean, I was the one who changed from Gordo to David. We all changed. Call it adolescence; call it adaptation, or what have you. You, me, and Miranda changed. Maybe it didn't do us any good, but we couldn't help it. I know I am still changing. You are too. Maybe, in the end, you won't be as different as you were in the beginning."
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do! All these years, when we weren't friends, I never hated you. In fact, I never hated Miranda either. I just thought our time as friends were up, and it was time to move on. If I had known then what I know now, I might have tried to save our friendship."
"Wow! You have come up with this since this morning?" Lizzie said, impressed at Gordo's speech.
"I wish I had, but that would be a lie. Truthfully, I have hoped for this day to come for the past two or three years. I have been imagining what to say since then."
"Really? Wow, Gordo, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything."
Lizzie and Gordo took a few more steps in silence. Lizzie finally spoke up, "I never hated you, Gordo. You know that, right?"
"I do now."
"And, as overwhelming as this day has been, I think I know exactly how I feel about everything."
"How do you feel?"
"I feel happy. I mean, this morning, I thought we would just pretend nothing would happen, but something clicked before I got on that bus that made me know what I want. I don't often know what I want, but it was so clear this morning, which is why everything happened this morning. I have no idea how I will feel tomorrow, but today is my concern. I never thought a weekend would change my life so much."
"Neither did I."
"No, but now that you and I are friends again, and now I know the whole story, I have to say, I miss Miranda."
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, me too."
"I just wish she got locked in the library with us or something."
"Yeah, only she didn't. She hates us, too, you know."
"I think she saw us this morning together," Lizzie said.
"I wonder what she thinks about it."
"I don't know. I kind of feel like I owe her an apology or something."
"Yeah, same here."
"Yeah, but what are we going to do? She will never listen to either of us," Lizzie said.
They reached Lizzie's house. "Talk about this later, okay?" Lizzie said, "I don't want my mom to hear us talking about it."
Gordo nodded his head and they went into the house.
"Mom?" Lizzie yelled.
"Yes, honey?" Jo yelled.
"I'm home!"
"How was your day?" Jo said and she walked in to greet her daughter, and then saw Gordo. She was surprised to see him.
"It was . . . eventful," Lizzie said, "Gordo and I are going to go upstairs and work on a project."
"Oh," Jo said, suspiciously, "Everything okay?"
"Everything is great!" Lizzie exclaimed, "But, we really need to get started on this project."
"Okay."
Lizzie started up the stairs and Gordo followed. "It's nice to see you again, Mrs. McGuire," he said.
Jo nodded her head, still confused, "You too, Gordo. If you need anything, let me know!"
Lizzie led Gordo into her room and then shut the door behind her and locked it. She then got the hair stuff out. "Ready?"
"I can't believe I am doing this," Gordo says.
"Don't you want to have some sort of participation in the day that changed my life?" Lizzie asked.
"I thought I was the main reason your life changed," Gordo said.
"You are," Lizzie said, "Which is the reason you doing this makes it all the more symbolic."
"Whatever. How do you do this?"
"You start off by reading the directions. My hair needs to be wet. I think we should do this in the bathroom."
"Good idea," Gordo said, as he read the directions. Lizzie went into the bathroom and Gordo followed. Lizzie wet her hair in the tub faucet.
"Now, this chemical is supposed to be placed into your hair" Gordo said.
"That is your job," Lizzie said.
"I've never done this before."
"Gordo, the job isn't that complicated, but I can't do it myself. I need your help."
Gordo smiled, "Okay, fine. But you owe me big time."
"One day I will pay you back, Gordo."
"I like the name Gordo. I don't know how I went through all these years forgetting that name."
"I don't know how you did it either. You were always Gordo to me."
Chapter 16
What to Do
After school, Gordo and Lizzie walked to the store to get color stripper to turn Lizzie's hair back to blonde. They then headed to Lizzie's house.
"Will your mom be home?" Gordo asked.
"I think so," Lizzie said, and then she smiled and hit him playfully on the shoulder, "Why? Feeling romantic? Gee, Gordo, don't you think we should get through the first day of this relationship?"
Gordo blushed, "No, I just don't know what she will think about all this."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, shaking her head, "You know my mom. My mom likes you. If anything, she will be thrilled."
"So, she won't be freaked out or anything?"
"Why would she freak out? You are tame compared to my other friends, and she knows you are tame. She'll ask questions of course, but then she'll drop it."
"Okay. You know, it will bring back a lot of memories seeing the McGuire family again. I mean, I haven't seen Matt in a long time. Has he changed?"
"No way! He is still the little greasy kid he always was," Lizzie said.
"What about your dad?"
"Why are you worrying so much? You are starting to worry me! My dad always considered you like a second son or something. You haven't changed much since the last time."
Gordo considered this, "You are right. If anyone, you were the one that changed the most."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I have made mistakes, but life goes on," Lizzie said, sadly.
"I wouldn't call them mistakes. They are differences. You are still the same Lizzie you were three years ago."
"I know that!" Lizzie said.
"No, I mean, you changed, but you didn't change much. All these years, I knew that although we weren't friends, deep down, you were the same Lizzie you were when we were friends. I guess, now that I think about it, we all changed. I mean, I was the one who changed from Gordo to David. We all changed. Call it adolescence; call it adaptation, or what have you. You, me, and Miranda changed. Maybe it didn't do us any good, but we couldn't help it. I know I am still changing. You are too. Maybe, in the end, you won't be as different as you were in the beginning."
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do! All these years, when we weren't friends, I never hated you. In fact, I never hated Miranda either. I just thought our time as friends were up, and it was time to move on. If I had known then what I know now, I might have tried to save our friendship."
"Wow! You have come up with this since this morning?" Lizzie said, impressed at Gordo's speech.
"I wish I had, but that would be a lie. Truthfully, I have hoped for this day to come for the past two or three years. I have been imagining what to say since then."
"Really? Wow, Gordo, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything."
Lizzie and Gordo took a few more steps in silence. Lizzie finally spoke up, "I never hated you, Gordo. You know that, right?"
"I do now."
"And, as overwhelming as this day has been, I think I know exactly how I feel about everything."
"How do you feel?"
"I feel happy. I mean, this morning, I thought we would just pretend nothing would happen, but something clicked before I got on that bus that made me know what I want. I don't often know what I want, but it was so clear this morning, which is why everything happened this morning. I have no idea how I will feel tomorrow, but today is my concern. I never thought a weekend would change my life so much."
"Neither did I."
"No, but now that you and I are friends again, and now I know the whole story, I have to say, I miss Miranda."
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, me too."
"I just wish she got locked in the library with us or something."
"Yeah, only she didn't. She hates us, too, you know."
"I think she saw us this morning together," Lizzie said.
"I wonder what she thinks about it."
"I don't know. I kind of feel like I owe her an apology or something."
"Yeah, same here."
"Yeah, but what are we going to do? She will never listen to either of us," Lizzie said.
They reached Lizzie's house. "Talk about this later, okay?" Lizzie said, "I don't want my mom to hear us talking about it."
Gordo nodded his head and they went into the house.
"Mom?" Lizzie yelled.
"Yes, honey?" Jo yelled.
"I'm home!"
"How was your day?" Jo said and she walked in to greet her daughter, and then saw Gordo. She was surprised to see him.
"It was . . . eventful," Lizzie said, "Gordo and I are going to go upstairs and work on a project."
"Oh," Jo said, suspiciously, "Everything okay?"
"Everything is great!" Lizzie exclaimed, "But, we really need to get started on this project."
"Okay."
Lizzie started up the stairs and Gordo followed. "It's nice to see you again, Mrs. McGuire," he said.
Jo nodded her head, still confused, "You too, Gordo. If you need anything, let me know!"
Lizzie led Gordo into her room and then shut the door behind her and locked it. She then got the hair stuff out. "Ready?"
"I can't believe I am doing this," Gordo says.
"Don't you want to have some sort of participation in the day that changed my life?" Lizzie asked.
"I thought I was the main reason your life changed," Gordo said.
"You are," Lizzie said, "Which is the reason you doing this makes it all the more symbolic."
"Whatever. How do you do this?"
"You start off by reading the directions. My hair needs to be wet. I think we should do this in the bathroom."
"Good idea," Gordo said, as he read the directions. Lizzie went into the bathroom and Gordo followed. Lizzie wet her hair in the tub faucet.
"Now, this chemical is supposed to be placed into your hair" Gordo said.
"That is your job," Lizzie said.
"I've never done this before."
"Gordo, the job isn't that complicated, but I can't do it myself. I need your help."
Gordo smiled, "Okay, fine. But you owe me big time."
"One day I will pay you back, Gordo."
"I like the name Gordo. I don't know how I went through all these years forgetting that name."
"I don't know how you did it either. You were always Gordo to me."