DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Okay, okay, I know I am cruel when it comes to cliffhangers and stuff, but it just happens. Also, I do try to update as much as possible, but on school days, I have limited computer time, so it's not always my fault. Anyway, thank you for all the reviews, and I will update as soon as possible. I can't make any promises. Anyway, keep reviewing and I thank you for the patience.
Arrangements
~Gordo~
Gordo knew what he had to do. Ideally, he would wait until Lucy called, and ask her about it, but there was always the possibility that he was wrong, and he had jumped to conclusions. He didn't want to be jumping to conclusions, because he really liked Sarah, but the likelihood made it practically impossible.
But, he couldn't call Lucy, because that would only cause Lucy more stress. He decided he would have to deal with the evidence around him. A diary, maybe? Nah, too much of an invasion of privacy. Old pictures? Couldn't find them. Looking through stuff in closet? He was getting warmer. He found a shoebox in Sarah's closet that was titled "Sarah." He figured maybe there would be some sort of linkage to something. In the shoebox, there was a hospital bracelet, some fingerprints, and a few other miscellaneous things. One of the things was a birth certificate. Ah hah! This could be something, or this could be nothing to him. Sarah's birth certificate would have to confirm something, because a birth certificate usually lists a father of a child. Not only that, but it would also see when Sarah was born. All he needed to do now was open up the folded piece of paper and read the name of the father to confirm that he was wrong, which was what he expected. This was all too good to be true.
He opened the paper up, and skimmed through it, looking for the information.
Sarah's full name was Sarah Gordon Nelson. Gordon? Was that a coincidence or something? He read on. She was born in June of 2008, which seemed about mathematically correct for him and Lizzie. He then looked at the information on the mother. Lucille Emily Nelson was born on September 28, 1987. That was Lizzie's birthday, too. This was all too eerie, but it got worse when he read under the name father was David Zephyr Gordon.
It was plain as black and white and the name was staring at his face. He felt a multitude of emotions, all at once. Happiness, sadness, joyfulness, relief, scared, lucky, worry, incomplete, and unsure. He was standing on the ground the woman he loved his whole life had walked on. Somehow, he was still in disbelief. What kind of good dream was this? When could he see her? Was it legal for him to see her? What would she think? What if she has a boyfriend? All these thoughts flowed into his head. He knew this had to be right, and this was some sort of act of faith from God. This all meant so much to him. His short-lived search was about to end. He was going to see his Lizzie for the first time in Lizzie.
He had to do something to celebrate this, but what? This was so weird. He went to go find Sarah, his daughter. Sarah was his daughter, his own flesh and blood. The living link of him and Lizzie. All of this happened because of Sarah. She picked her up in his arms and gave her a hug. "I love you!" he cried, kissing her on the cheek, "I will never leave you!"
He sighed. He couldn't wait to see Lizzie. Wait, Lizzie? How was he going to tell her about him? She thought he was dead. This had to be thought out. It couldn't just be something casually said on the phone. He would have to tell her in person. She would have to believe him, so they could live happily ever after and get married and be one big happy family. They would have to work around the law, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it. If he was going to go through all the states to find her, then they must be meant to be together. That was what he was put here on earth for, to love Lizzie and to be with her forever.
He put Sarah down, because all the sudden his happiness turned to sadness. He was so close to Lizzie, but this was big. He might have to give up his whole life to be with her. He may have to develop a new identity with her and flee away from his friends and family. This is all assuming that Lizzie wants to be with him as well. He never thought about all of this. Suddenly the phone rang. Gordo jumped. His heart almost stopped as he slowly walked over to pick it up. This could be it. This could be his Lizzie. . .
"Hello?" He answered, shaking.
"Gordo?" Miranda said.
"Miranda? How did you get this number?"
"Your parents gave it to me. I tried calling you on your cell phone, but you didn't pick up. I hear you are babysitting some kid in Arkansas," Miranda said.
If she only knew exactly who this kid was, "Yeah," he said. He decided he probably shouldn't tell Miranda about his recent discoveries yet, not before he talked to Lizzie.
"How is it?"
"It's fun," Gordo said.
"How's the search for Lizzie going?"
It's almost over, Gordo thought, "I don't know," he lied.
"Well, hang in there, Gordo. You have only been out looking for less than a week. This could take years, and maybe even decades!"
"Or days," Gordo said, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
Miranda laughed, "Days? Gee, Gordo, you really are a dreamer, aren't you?"
Gordo laughed. "Is that the only reason you called? To tell me this is all hopeless?"
"No," Miranda said, "I called to talk to you and she how you are. We used to talk everyday before you died."
"Miranda, will you quit saying that I died? You know I didn't die. I don't know what you have been up to in the past two years, but I've been in prison. Never was I dead."
"Jeeze, Gordo! No need to get in a tissy. I didn't think you really wanted to know about my life. I thought your only care in the world was Lizzie. If you want to know about me, I will be glad to tell you."
Gordo looked at his watch. Lizzie/Lucy could call back any minute, and he didn't want to miss the call. On the other hand, he didn't want to seem rude. "Alright, what's the scoop?" Gordo asked.
"By the scoop, I take it you mean the basics?"
"Well, for now, yeah. I mean, I am working here, you know."
"All right," Miranda said and she sighed, "The basics. For the past two years, I have been working on completing my education in Boston. I graduated last spring, and now I am going to law school."
"A lawyer, huh? Maybe you can represent me, sometime," Gordo said.
"Maybe. If you ever break the law, you have my number."
"Good. Are you married?"
"No, not yet. I am only twenty-two, though. I am not in any hurry."
"Dating anyone?"
"Yeah, I have been dating someone for a about a year now. I am not letting him go out of the country without me. I don't want him to be sent to Turkey and never see him again."
"Ooh, harsh. If I wasn't in such a good mood, I might actually become depressed by words like that."
"Why are you in such a good mood? Did you meet a girl?"
Gordo smiled and looked at Sarah, "You could say that."
Miranda was silent.
"Miranda, not like that. This girl is the girl I am babysitting. Her name is Sarah."
"Is she cute or something?" Miranda asked.
"She is beautiful, actually," Gordo said, "Never met a cuter person in my life---besides Lizzie, of course," Gordo said, realizing he didn't want to give away too much information, considering it might be illegal and it wasn't completely verified.
"Aww! You know, Gordo, I always thought you would make a wonderful father. Enjoy the next few days, because you may never experience this again if you continue to look for Lizzie and not settle down."
"Thanks," Gordo said, sarcastically.
"Sorry---I just think you are thinking about your chances here. Given the information you have, which is practically nothing, you probably will never find her. You are probably better off to wait a few years to see if she gets out of the program. That way, you avoid the legal trouble and know more about her."
"Miranda, I am going to go in a minute, but before I do, just remember that I may not know what I am doing, but what I am doing is all I know. Have a little faith, and don't give up so easily. I may find Lizzie tomorrow, or it could be a few decades, but to me, it's worth it."
Miranda didn't know what to say. "Good luck, Gordo."
"Thanks. Bye," he said and he hung up the phone. If he hadn't of known for a fact that Sarah was his and Lizzie lived here, he may have acted differently, but for once, he didn't really care what she said, or what he said in response, because some lucky force brought him here, and he almost didn't come. He came, though. He was so glad he did.
Now, all he had to do was to see Lucy, and talk to her. He had never felt so nervous in his life.
He sat down to calm himself down. At around four, the phone rang, and he jumped to pick it up.
"Hello?"
There was silence on the other end.
"Hello?" Gordo repeated, "Anyone there?"
"Yeah- hi," the voice said, "Th-this is Lucy Nelson. I don't think we've met," the girl on the other line said, hesitantly.
"Hi," Gordo said. What was he going to tell her? He wanted to tell her in person about him.
"Are you the babysitter?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said. Hearing her voice was like a song.
"Oh. . .I'm sorry, what's your name?"
Gordo thought fast, "Dave," he answered simply. He felt bad for lying about it, but he panicked.
"Dave," Lizzie repeated, "um, nice to finally meet you. Where are you from?"
"California," he said.
"Hmm, that's a beautiful state," Lucy said, "I am sorry, you just sound like someone I know. Do I know you?"
"I don't think so," Gordo answered.
"Oh, well, maybe I just really need some sleep," Lucy said, laughing to herself, "You know, I have been acting a little off lately. I am sorry."
Gordo laughed, "It's okay. We all act a little off every once in a while."
"Tell me about it! I mean, I am only here because I had a dream that Sarah's father was alive, and I fainted," Lucy said.
"Really?" Gordo asked, feeling bad, "Sarah's father is dead?"
"Yeah," Lucy answered, uneasily, "He died a couple of years ago in a car accident."
"Oh, I am sorry," Gordo said.
"Yeah, so am I," Lucy said, distantly, then she came back to reality, "I can't believe I just told that to a complete stranger. I am sorry."
"It's okay. You can tell me anything---you can trust me. I know what it's like to loose a person you love," Gordo said.
"Oh, really? Well, maybe when we meet we can exchange notes on how to cope."
"Are you having trouble coping or something?" Gordo asked, worriedly.
"I don't know. I probably shouldn't be talking about it, though. Anyway, I called because I really want to see Sarah and meet you," Lucy said.
"Yeah! When can we see you?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I want to spend some time with Sarah alone, but you can visit anytime. Not today, but tomorrow maybe," Lucy said, "How are things there? Do I have any phone calls or anything?"
"I will bring the messages to you tomorrow."
"Okay," Lucy said, pausing, "I am sorry, Dave, your voice sounds like someone I used to know."
"It's okay."
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"Not really. Sarah is a really sweet child, though."
"Thank you. Listen, if someone named John Lewis calls, tell him I said thank you for the flowers." Lucy said.
Gordo frowned, "Is this a boyfriend or something?"
Lizzie laughed, "No, no, he isn't a boyfriend."
Gordo was relieved, "Okay, so when should we come tomorrow?"
"Well, if you don't want to come, you don't have to, but if you could drop Sarah off at around noon, that would be great."
"So you don't want to see me tomorrow?" Gordo asked, upset.
"Well, you can come if you want. I want to meet with Sarah for as long as possible, so you might be bored, but I would like to meet you, so maybe when you drop off Sarah, we can officially meet. I was just thinking this could give you an afternoon to do whatever you want."
"Oh," Gordo said, not knowing what to say, "Okay."
"Thanks!" Lucy said, "See you tomorrow!" Lucy hung up the phone.
Gordo put the phone up, and sighed. Lizzie didn't have any idea that he was Gordo, and didn't really want to see him at all. Another part of him was convinced that once she realized who he was, he would be invited. He still had mixed emotions. Her voice was still the same, but it was music to his ears. He was going to see Lizzie tomorrow.
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Okay, I tried not to leave it in a cliffhanger for you. I will update soon. In the mean time, please review.
Arrangements
~Gordo~
Gordo knew what he had to do. Ideally, he would wait until Lucy called, and ask her about it, but there was always the possibility that he was wrong, and he had jumped to conclusions. He didn't want to be jumping to conclusions, because he really liked Sarah, but the likelihood made it practically impossible.
But, he couldn't call Lucy, because that would only cause Lucy more stress. He decided he would have to deal with the evidence around him. A diary, maybe? Nah, too much of an invasion of privacy. Old pictures? Couldn't find them. Looking through stuff in closet? He was getting warmer. He found a shoebox in Sarah's closet that was titled "Sarah." He figured maybe there would be some sort of linkage to something. In the shoebox, there was a hospital bracelet, some fingerprints, and a few other miscellaneous things. One of the things was a birth certificate. Ah hah! This could be something, or this could be nothing to him. Sarah's birth certificate would have to confirm something, because a birth certificate usually lists a father of a child. Not only that, but it would also see when Sarah was born. All he needed to do now was open up the folded piece of paper and read the name of the father to confirm that he was wrong, which was what he expected. This was all too good to be true.
He opened the paper up, and skimmed through it, looking for the information.
Sarah's full name was Sarah Gordon Nelson. Gordon? Was that a coincidence or something? He read on. She was born in June of 2008, which seemed about mathematically correct for him and Lizzie. He then looked at the information on the mother. Lucille Emily Nelson was born on September 28, 1987. That was Lizzie's birthday, too. This was all too eerie, but it got worse when he read under the name father was David Zephyr Gordon.
It was plain as black and white and the name was staring at his face. He felt a multitude of emotions, all at once. Happiness, sadness, joyfulness, relief, scared, lucky, worry, incomplete, and unsure. He was standing on the ground the woman he loved his whole life had walked on. Somehow, he was still in disbelief. What kind of good dream was this? When could he see her? Was it legal for him to see her? What would she think? What if she has a boyfriend? All these thoughts flowed into his head. He knew this had to be right, and this was some sort of act of faith from God. This all meant so much to him. His short-lived search was about to end. He was going to see his Lizzie for the first time in Lizzie.
He had to do something to celebrate this, but what? This was so weird. He went to go find Sarah, his daughter. Sarah was his daughter, his own flesh and blood. The living link of him and Lizzie. All of this happened because of Sarah. She picked her up in his arms and gave her a hug. "I love you!" he cried, kissing her on the cheek, "I will never leave you!"
He sighed. He couldn't wait to see Lizzie. Wait, Lizzie? How was he going to tell her about him? She thought he was dead. This had to be thought out. It couldn't just be something casually said on the phone. He would have to tell her in person. She would have to believe him, so they could live happily ever after and get married and be one big happy family. They would have to work around the law, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it. If he was going to go through all the states to find her, then they must be meant to be together. That was what he was put here on earth for, to love Lizzie and to be with her forever.
He put Sarah down, because all the sudden his happiness turned to sadness. He was so close to Lizzie, but this was big. He might have to give up his whole life to be with her. He may have to develop a new identity with her and flee away from his friends and family. This is all assuming that Lizzie wants to be with him as well. He never thought about all of this. Suddenly the phone rang. Gordo jumped. His heart almost stopped as he slowly walked over to pick it up. This could be it. This could be his Lizzie. . .
"Hello?" He answered, shaking.
"Gordo?" Miranda said.
"Miranda? How did you get this number?"
"Your parents gave it to me. I tried calling you on your cell phone, but you didn't pick up. I hear you are babysitting some kid in Arkansas," Miranda said.
If she only knew exactly who this kid was, "Yeah," he said. He decided he probably shouldn't tell Miranda about his recent discoveries yet, not before he talked to Lizzie.
"How is it?"
"It's fun," Gordo said.
"How's the search for Lizzie going?"
It's almost over, Gordo thought, "I don't know," he lied.
"Well, hang in there, Gordo. You have only been out looking for less than a week. This could take years, and maybe even decades!"
"Or days," Gordo said, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
Miranda laughed, "Days? Gee, Gordo, you really are a dreamer, aren't you?"
Gordo laughed. "Is that the only reason you called? To tell me this is all hopeless?"
"No," Miranda said, "I called to talk to you and she how you are. We used to talk everyday before you died."
"Miranda, will you quit saying that I died? You know I didn't die. I don't know what you have been up to in the past two years, but I've been in prison. Never was I dead."
"Jeeze, Gordo! No need to get in a tissy. I didn't think you really wanted to know about my life. I thought your only care in the world was Lizzie. If you want to know about me, I will be glad to tell you."
Gordo looked at his watch. Lizzie/Lucy could call back any minute, and he didn't want to miss the call. On the other hand, he didn't want to seem rude. "Alright, what's the scoop?" Gordo asked.
"By the scoop, I take it you mean the basics?"
"Well, for now, yeah. I mean, I am working here, you know."
"All right," Miranda said and she sighed, "The basics. For the past two years, I have been working on completing my education in Boston. I graduated last spring, and now I am going to law school."
"A lawyer, huh? Maybe you can represent me, sometime," Gordo said.
"Maybe. If you ever break the law, you have my number."
"Good. Are you married?"
"No, not yet. I am only twenty-two, though. I am not in any hurry."
"Dating anyone?"
"Yeah, I have been dating someone for a about a year now. I am not letting him go out of the country without me. I don't want him to be sent to Turkey and never see him again."
"Ooh, harsh. If I wasn't in such a good mood, I might actually become depressed by words like that."
"Why are you in such a good mood? Did you meet a girl?"
Gordo smiled and looked at Sarah, "You could say that."
Miranda was silent.
"Miranda, not like that. This girl is the girl I am babysitting. Her name is Sarah."
"Is she cute or something?" Miranda asked.
"She is beautiful, actually," Gordo said, "Never met a cuter person in my life---besides Lizzie, of course," Gordo said, realizing he didn't want to give away too much information, considering it might be illegal and it wasn't completely verified.
"Aww! You know, Gordo, I always thought you would make a wonderful father. Enjoy the next few days, because you may never experience this again if you continue to look for Lizzie and not settle down."
"Thanks," Gordo said, sarcastically.
"Sorry---I just think you are thinking about your chances here. Given the information you have, which is practically nothing, you probably will never find her. You are probably better off to wait a few years to see if she gets out of the program. That way, you avoid the legal trouble and know more about her."
"Miranda, I am going to go in a minute, but before I do, just remember that I may not know what I am doing, but what I am doing is all I know. Have a little faith, and don't give up so easily. I may find Lizzie tomorrow, or it could be a few decades, but to me, it's worth it."
Miranda didn't know what to say. "Good luck, Gordo."
"Thanks. Bye," he said and he hung up the phone. If he hadn't of known for a fact that Sarah was his and Lizzie lived here, he may have acted differently, but for once, he didn't really care what she said, or what he said in response, because some lucky force brought him here, and he almost didn't come. He came, though. He was so glad he did.
Now, all he had to do was to see Lucy, and talk to her. He had never felt so nervous in his life.
He sat down to calm himself down. At around four, the phone rang, and he jumped to pick it up.
"Hello?"
There was silence on the other end.
"Hello?" Gordo repeated, "Anyone there?"
"Yeah- hi," the voice said, "Th-this is Lucy Nelson. I don't think we've met," the girl on the other line said, hesitantly.
"Hi," Gordo said. What was he going to tell her? He wanted to tell her in person about him.
"Are you the babysitter?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said. Hearing her voice was like a song.
"Oh. . .I'm sorry, what's your name?"
Gordo thought fast, "Dave," he answered simply. He felt bad for lying about it, but he panicked.
"Dave," Lizzie repeated, "um, nice to finally meet you. Where are you from?"
"California," he said.
"Hmm, that's a beautiful state," Lucy said, "I am sorry, you just sound like someone I know. Do I know you?"
"I don't think so," Gordo answered.
"Oh, well, maybe I just really need some sleep," Lucy said, laughing to herself, "You know, I have been acting a little off lately. I am sorry."
Gordo laughed, "It's okay. We all act a little off every once in a while."
"Tell me about it! I mean, I am only here because I had a dream that Sarah's father was alive, and I fainted," Lucy said.
"Really?" Gordo asked, feeling bad, "Sarah's father is dead?"
"Yeah," Lucy answered, uneasily, "He died a couple of years ago in a car accident."
"Oh, I am sorry," Gordo said.
"Yeah, so am I," Lucy said, distantly, then she came back to reality, "I can't believe I just told that to a complete stranger. I am sorry."
"It's okay. You can tell me anything---you can trust me. I know what it's like to loose a person you love," Gordo said.
"Oh, really? Well, maybe when we meet we can exchange notes on how to cope."
"Are you having trouble coping or something?" Gordo asked, worriedly.
"I don't know. I probably shouldn't be talking about it, though. Anyway, I called because I really want to see Sarah and meet you," Lucy said.
"Yeah! When can we see you?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I want to spend some time with Sarah alone, but you can visit anytime. Not today, but tomorrow maybe," Lucy said, "How are things there? Do I have any phone calls or anything?"
"I will bring the messages to you tomorrow."
"Okay," Lucy said, pausing, "I am sorry, Dave, your voice sounds like someone I used to know."
"It's okay."
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"Not really. Sarah is a really sweet child, though."
"Thank you. Listen, if someone named John Lewis calls, tell him I said thank you for the flowers." Lucy said.
Gordo frowned, "Is this a boyfriend or something?"
Lizzie laughed, "No, no, he isn't a boyfriend."
Gordo was relieved, "Okay, so when should we come tomorrow?"
"Well, if you don't want to come, you don't have to, but if you could drop Sarah off at around noon, that would be great."
"So you don't want to see me tomorrow?" Gordo asked, upset.
"Well, you can come if you want. I want to meet with Sarah for as long as possible, so you might be bored, but I would like to meet you, so maybe when you drop off Sarah, we can officially meet. I was just thinking this could give you an afternoon to do whatever you want."
"Oh," Gordo said, not knowing what to say, "Okay."
"Thanks!" Lucy said, "See you tomorrow!" Lucy hung up the phone.
Gordo put the phone up, and sighed. Lizzie didn't have any idea that he was Gordo, and didn't really want to see him at all. Another part of him was convinced that once she realized who he was, he would be invited. He still had mixed emotions. Her voice was still the same, but it was music to his ears. He was going to see Lizzie tomorrow.
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Okay, I tried not to leave it in a cliffhanger for you. I will update soon. In the mean time, please review.