[I don't any of these people; these people including the Lizzie McGuire gang, Will Shakespeare, or Avril.]
Chapter 11
Gordo burst through the door into the hallway. He had to get out of there. He crumbled against the wall, burying his head in his hands. Unbeknownst to him, Larry was sitting around the corner, listening to him cry.
"So what are you gonna wear?!?!" Miranda squealed, ransacking Lizzie's closet. She pulled out a pair of black hip huggers and a red sleeveless shirt with Marilyn Monroe's face on it. "Yes? No?" Miranda asked. Lizzie sighed, then laughed at her crazy best friend. Miranda was so excited about her date.
::Cartoon Lizzie:: (halfheartedly) So am I. Yay.
"Okay, I definitely think this outfit works. Just..." Miranda then picked up a zebra striped belt and Lizzie's knee-high black boots. "Perfect!"
Just then, Jo knocked on the already open door. "Hey girls. How's the concert outfit coming along?"
"Well, Miranda's got the whole thing picked out," answered Lizzie, smiling.
Miranda blushed. "Well, it's not everyday my best friend goes on a date with ETHAN CRAFT!"
Now it was Lizzie's turn to blush. "It's NOT a date ! He asked me...as friends."
Jo looked knowingly at her daughter, then remembered why she came to Lizzie's room. "Oh! Lizzie, Gordo's downstairs-"
"Gordo! What's he doing here?!?!" Lizzie exclaimed without thinking. Jo smiled a bit and continued. "I told him that you were getting ready, but he said he'd wait." All of a sudden, Miranda jumped up. "I...uh I forgot, I'm supposed to watch my sister tonight. Lizzie, you're gonna look great, thanks to me. Have a great time! Bye, Mrs. McGuire!" And with that, Miranda was out the door. Lizzie looked at her mom.
"Mom, could you send Gordo up in two minutes? I just need to change."
"Sure, honey."
Gordo began to climb up the stairs, fighting with himself the whole way up.
GORDO V.O.
Why am I here? She's all excited, getting ready for her big date. She's been dreaming about this forever. What am I doing here...I just want to see her. I want to make sure that she's happy, that this is what she really wants...Gordo, you're a jerk. Leave her alone! Just leave. This is her night, not yours. Give up, man. Just let her g-"
END OF GORDO'S V.O.
"Gordo?"
Lizzie was standing in her doorway. Gordo turned back to her door. She had caught him trying to sneak away.
"Hey Lizzie...wow."
::Cartoon Lizzie:: The outfit's good - thanks Miranda!
"You...you look beautiful."
Lizzie smiled and turned to go back into her room, so Gordo wouldn't see her blush. "Thanks. Miranda primped me up."
GORDO V.O.
Oh my God. She's an angel. And she has no idea. What is that smell? She always smells like that on important events. Kinda vanilla-y, with something else. Strawberries? I don't know. Something fruity. She looks absolutely gorgeous - I just want to touch her hair. Just run my fingers through it. It looks so soft. Hold her close and breath her in. Huh. That's Ethan's job now, all thanks to me and my stupidity. Right, Gordo. Like you ever had a shot in hell to begin with. Please. You're Gordo, the ever present, dutiful best friend that is solely there to listen to her talk about boys, clothes, and to give her advice on her problems. Wow, Gordo. Bitter? Okay stupid, you're still standing in her doorway. Move!
END OF GORDO'S V.O.
Gordo followed her into her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. He looked at her expectantly, as if he was waiting for her to say something.
"So, Gordo," Lizzie began after the moment of silence, "what's up?"
::Cartoon Lizzie:: Smooth, McGuire.
"Nothing. How 'bout you? Besides tonight, of course."
::Cartoon Lizzie:: We professional conversationalists - can't you tell? Why is it so weird right now?
"Right...uh, nothing. So...was there anything you wanted to talk about?"
Gordo hesitated. He looked...shy? "Well, Lizzie, I-"
"Lizzie! Ethan's here!"
Gordo and Lizzie looked at each other for a moment.
"C'mon, Lizzie. Ethan's waiting."
