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Disclaimer: I don not own any of the characters associated with Lizzie McGuire.
Dinner
The idea of Lizzie calling Miranda did not appeal to Gordo. He really wanted to talk to Lizzie about the dock and his feelings and her feelings about the whole thing. He was relieved to hear that she couldn't join them.
Lizzie talked to Miranda for a long time about spending the night. Lizzie explained to her what happened and Miranda asked her mom, and her mom agreed, but she would have to come after nine because Miranda needed to complete her homework. That is why Mrs. Sanchez wouldn't let Miranda join them for dinner. Lizzie agreed at the arrangements. It was Lizzie's turn for carpool the next day, so she would take her car to Miranda's.
After Lizzie got off the phone, Gordo and Lizzie discussed about where they were going to eat.
"How about Mexican?" Lizzie asked.
"Mexican? I don't know if I could stomach Mexican. How about Italian?" Gordo mentioned.
"Italian? Yum! That sounds even better than Mexican!" Lizzie exclaimed.
Fifteen minutes later, Gordo pulled up to an Italian restaurant and both of them got out of the car. When they got into the restaurant, they were immediately seated. Once they sat down and ordered their drinks, Gordo attempted to start a conversation.
"So. . . today was. . . eventful," Gordo started.
Lizzie nodded her head in agreement as she buttered up a piece of bread. "Yeah, I cannot believe my brother is in the hospital. I realize this isn't the first time but it is just weird to think about. Thank you, Gordo, for taking me to the hospital. I don't know if I could have handled being there alone."
"You are welcome."
"No, really. You are a great friend," Lizzie said as she took a bite of her bread.
"I try to be."
"You want to know the weirdest thing about today?" Lizzie asked.
"What?" Gordo said, setting himself up for disappointment.
"I feel like I knew something like that was going to happen. It was like my gut knew who was on the phone and what my mom was going to say. I know that sounds weird, but I swear I was feeling some sort of de ja vu or something inside as soon as the phone rang," Lizzie paused. "It sounds like I am going crazy, doesn't it?"
Gordo smiled. "Maybe a little, but who knows? Maybe you had a dream about it or maybe you are psychic or something and know the future before it is."
"Haha, Gordo. You are so funny," Lizzie said, "Besides, if I am psychic, how come I didn't feel anything before the accident or anything? Maybe I am just mentally occupied right now with a lot on my mind or the ice cream didn't agree with me."
"That might be the case. Anything you care to get off your mind and tell me? Maybe you will feel better," Gordo said.
Lizzie laughed inside. She knew very well what her main thing she was thinking about was besides Matt. She wasn't sure if she was in the mood for any more drama for the rest of the day. On the other hand, while she wasn't ready to talk about that, and didn't want to think about Matt, she thought that maybe talking about the little things she had her mind on would help the situation. "Well, where should I start? I have a test on Thursday in AP English History that I have no idea how to study for and the teacher only gives group tutoring."
"Well, I can help you study if you want," Gordo offered.
"You don't even take the class, so how could you help?"
"I took the class over the summer and I read the text book your class is reading."
"Really? I didn't know that. That would be awesome. I could really use your help. When can you help me?"
"What are you learning about?"
"It is over two chapters. One is on the Braveheart stuff and the other has something to do with the Crusades," Lizzie said.
"Wow. Those are two big chapters. Maybe I should start helping you tomorrow. I mean, the sooner the better, and you probably don't want to cram it all into one study session," Gordo said.
"Good point."
"Why don't we start after school tomorrow? You are driving, so why don't we drop Miranda off and go to my house and study?" Gordo asked.
"Would your parents mind?"
"Probably not. They most likely wont even be there. Bring your book and notes, and we will study until you are not able to forget anything. It will be fun," Gordo responded.
"Okay, that sounds like a good plan. My parents won't mind because I will be studying."
Gordo laughed.
"I cannot believe I am taking this class as well as AP English and on top of that, Dance team is performing during the half time of the basketball game and we really need to practice. I am surprised you are about to manage five AP classes as well as all of the extracurricular activities you do," Lizzie said.
"Actually, right now, I am only doing two extracurricular activities- score keeping for basketball and set design for the theatre group," Gordo said. "It isn't that hard to manage because two of my AP classes are Independent study and I managed my time where I have two free periods in a row. I try to manage my time so I can set aside time for other things, and it has paid off, so I would be glad to help you study."
"Thank you."
Lizzie and Gordo ate their dinner and Gordo dropped Lizzie off at her house and went to his own house. As soon as Gordo was alone he thought to himself about the incident. "Maybe it meant nothing," he thought, and he drove himself home convinced that Lizzie did not share his feelings.
As soon as Lizzie entered her house with the keys her mom gave her, she packed an over night bag and started her homework. At 8:55, she left for Miranda's house.
Once at Miranda's house, Miranda greeted Lizzie at the door and they went up to Miranda's room and got ready for bed. Once they were in their pajamas and in Miranda's twin beds, the two started to talk.
"So, Matt is only going to be in the hospital one night?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah, he should feel better by then."
"That is good."
"Yeah. Miranda? Can you keep a secret?" Lizzie asked.
"Sure. What?"
"Well, this is going to seem really stupid and I told this to Gordo, but it felt really weird when my mom called and told me that Matt was in the hospital," Lizzie started.
"Well, I think that is normal," Miranda said.
"Well, the way it felt was really strange, like I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to happen and from when I heard the news until I was at the hospital, I had a sharp pain in my stomach as if I was told this was going to happen before. This sounds crazy doesn't it?" Lizzie asked.
"Maybe you and Matt have some sort of telepathic communication going on," Miranda joked.
Lizzie laughed. "Gordo suggested I was psychic."
"That might be the case also. But if you were psychic, why didn't that psychic we visited Saturday tell you that you were psychic?" Miranda said and she laughed at her remark.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about him. That was a totally surreal experience and the weird thing is I remember nothing he said about my life," Lizzie said.
"Well maybe Luke told you this was going to happen and you just forgot," Miranda mentioned casually still joking.
"That actually sounds like it could be a definite possibility," Lizzie said in all seriousness. "But if that is the case, I almost forgot. I had that sharp pain twice today in a row."
"When was the other time?"
Lizzie hesitated to answer the question because she was confused about the whole thing. The first time was when she was with Gordo after school on the dock. But what did that mean? She tried hard to remember Luke, but failed in doing so. If Luke told her about Matt's accident and something having to do with Gordo, what did all of it mean when both of the feelings in her stomach were identical, what did Luke have to say about Gordo? She realized that the two of them had a very close moment earlier that day, but what exactly did this mean? She didn't remember anything he said. Did she like Gordo? Does Gordo like her? Does this have anything to do with Luke?
Lizzie looked at Miranda and said, "Nothing. I think I just ate something that didn't settle," she lied, but was she lying? Lizzie was really confused. She turned off the light next to her and closed her eyes. Eventually, she fell asleep and so did Miranda.
Disclaimer: I don not own any of the characters associated with Lizzie McGuire.
Dinner
The idea of Lizzie calling Miranda did not appeal to Gordo. He really wanted to talk to Lizzie about the dock and his feelings and her feelings about the whole thing. He was relieved to hear that she couldn't join them.
Lizzie talked to Miranda for a long time about spending the night. Lizzie explained to her what happened and Miranda asked her mom, and her mom agreed, but she would have to come after nine because Miranda needed to complete her homework. That is why Mrs. Sanchez wouldn't let Miranda join them for dinner. Lizzie agreed at the arrangements. It was Lizzie's turn for carpool the next day, so she would take her car to Miranda's.
After Lizzie got off the phone, Gordo and Lizzie discussed about where they were going to eat.
"How about Mexican?" Lizzie asked.
"Mexican? I don't know if I could stomach Mexican. How about Italian?" Gordo mentioned.
"Italian? Yum! That sounds even better than Mexican!" Lizzie exclaimed.
Fifteen minutes later, Gordo pulled up to an Italian restaurant and both of them got out of the car. When they got into the restaurant, they were immediately seated. Once they sat down and ordered their drinks, Gordo attempted to start a conversation.
"So. . . today was. . . eventful," Gordo started.
Lizzie nodded her head in agreement as she buttered up a piece of bread. "Yeah, I cannot believe my brother is in the hospital. I realize this isn't the first time but it is just weird to think about. Thank you, Gordo, for taking me to the hospital. I don't know if I could have handled being there alone."
"You are welcome."
"No, really. You are a great friend," Lizzie said as she took a bite of her bread.
"I try to be."
"You want to know the weirdest thing about today?" Lizzie asked.
"What?" Gordo said, setting himself up for disappointment.
"I feel like I knew something like that was going to happen. It was like my gut knew who was on the phone and what my mom was going to say. I know that sounds weird, but I swear I was feeling some sort of de ja vu or something inside as soon as the phone rang," Lizzie paused. "It sounds like I am going crazy, doesn't it?"
Gordo smiled. "Maybe a little, but who knows? Maybe you had a dream about it or maybe you are psychic or something and know the future before it is."
"Haha, Gordo. You are so funny," Lizzie said, "Besides, if I am psychic, how come I didn't feel anything before the accident or anything? Maybe I am just mentally occupied right now with a lot on my mind or the ice cream didn't agree with me."
"That might be the case. Anything you care to get off your mind and tell me? Maybe you will feel better," Gordo said.
Lizzie laughed inside. She knew very well what her main thing she was thinking about was besides Matt. She wasn't sure if she was in the mood for any more drama for the rest of the day. On the other hand, while she wasn't ready to talk about that, and didn't want to think about Matt, she thought that maybe talking about the little things she had her mind on would help the situation. "Well, where should I start? I have a test on Thursday in AP English History that I have no idea how to study for and the teacher only gives group tutoring."
"Well, I can help you study if you want," Gordo offered.
"You don't even take the class, so how could you help?"
"I took the class over the summer and I read the text book your class is reading."
"Really? I didn't know that. That would be awesome. I could really use your help. When can you help me?"
"What are you learning about?"
"It is over two chapters. One is on the Braveheart stuff and the other has something to do with the Crusades," Lizzie said.
"Wow. Those are two big chapters. Maybe I should start helping you tomorrow. I mean, the sooner the better, and you probably don't want to cram it all into one study session," Gordo said.
"Good point."
"Why don't we start after school tomorrow? You are driving, so why don't we drop Miranda off and go to my house and study?" Gordo asked.
"Would your parents mind?"
"Probably not. They most likely wont even be there. Bring your book and notes, and we will study until you are not able to forget anything. It will be fun," Gordo responded.
"Okay, that sounds like a good plan. My parents won't mind because I will be studying."
Gordo laughed.
"I cannot believe I am taking this class as well as AP English and on top of that, Dance team is performing during the half time of the basketball game and we really need to practice. I am surprised you are about to manage five AP classes as well as all of the extracurricular activities you do," Lizzie said.
"Actually, right now, I am only doing two extracurricular activities- score keeping for basketball and set design for the theatre group," Gordo said. "It isn't that hard to manage because two of my AP classes are Independent study and I managed my time where I have two free periods in a row. I try to manage my time so I can set aside time for other things, and it has paid off, so I would be glad to help you study."
"Thank you."
Lizzie and Gordo ate their dinner and Gordo dropped Lizzie off at her house and went to his own house. As soon as Gordo was alone he thought to himself about the incident. "Maybe it meant nothing," he thought, and he drove himself home convinced that Lizzie did not share his feelings.
As soon as Lizzie entered her house with the keys her mom gave her, she packed an over night bag and started her homework. At 8:55, she left for Miranda's house.
Once at Miranda's house, Miranda greeted Lizzie at the door and they went up to Miranda's room and got ready for bed. Once they were in their pajamas and in Miranda's twin beds, the two started to talk.
"So, Matt is only going to be in the hospital one night?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah, he should feel better by then."
"That is good."
"Yeah. Miranda? Can you keep a secret?" Lizzie asked.
"Sure. What?"
"Well, this is going to seem really stupid and I told this to Gordo, but it felt really weird when my mom called and told me that Matt was in the hospital," Lizzie started.
"Well, I think that is normal," Miranda said.
"Well, the way it felt was really strange, like I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to happen and from when I heard the news until I was at the hospital, I had a sharp pain in my stomach as if I was told this was going to happen before. This sounds crazy doesn't it?" Lizzie asked.
"Maybe you and Matt have some sort of telepathic communication going on," Miranda joked.
Lizzie laughed. "Gordo suggested I was psychic."
"That might be the case also. But if you were psychic, why didn't that psychic we visited Saturday tell you that you were psychic?" Miranda said and she laughed at her remark.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about him. That was a totally surreal experience and the weird thing is I remember nothing he said about my life," Lizzie said.
"Well maybe Luke told you this was going to happen and you just forgot," Miranda mentioned casually still joking.
"That actually sounds like it could be a definite possibility," Lizzie said in all seriousness. "But if that is the case, I almost forgot. I had that sharp pain twice today in a row."
"When was the other time?"
Lizzie hesitated to answer the question because she was confused about the whole thing. The first time was when she was with Gordo after school on the dock. But what did that mean? She tried hard to remember Luke, but failed in doing so. If Luke told her about Matt's accident and something having to do with Gordo, what did all of it mean when both of the feelings in her stomach were identical, what did Luke have to say about Gordo? She realized that the two of them had a very close moment earlier that day, but what exactly did this mean? She didn't remember anything he said. Did she like Gordo? Does Gordo like her? Does this have anything to do with Luke?
Lizzie looked at Miranda and said, "Nothing. I think I just ate something that didn't settle," she lied, but was she lying? Lizzie was really confused. She turned off the light next to her and closed her eyes. Eventually, she fell asleep and so did Miranda.