AN- Thank you for the reviews! As for the formality thing, American English
is not my strong subject, so informalities are not what I am used to, but I
will try to be less formal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
Justin vs. Gordo
The next day of school, Lizzie seemed really happy.
"Gosh, Lizzie, what happened to you?" Gordo asked as Lizzie picked him up.
"Oh, nothing has happened yet, but I met a guy last night, and he seems so sweet," Lizzie explained.
"Last night? Last night was a school night. Where did you meet him?" Gordo asked confused.
"At Matt's party. He is a brother of one of Matt's teammates," Lizzie explained.
"Oh. What school does he go to?" Gordo asked, trying to seem interested.
"UCLA. He is so cool," Lizzie said.
"He is in college? Isn't that a little old for you, Lizzie?" Gordo asked, trying to find faults in this dude.
"Oh Gordo, he graduated a year early. Besides, what is a little over a year have to do with anything?"
"Well, I am just saying he might have different intentions."
"Well, thank you, but I think I can take care of myself," Lizzie said as they pulled up to Miranda's house and Lizzie honked her horn. "Besides, nothing has happened yet, so calm down."
Miranda came into the car, and by then, Gordo was staring out the window, and not saying a word. "What is his malfunction?" Miranda asked Lizzie.
"Don't know. Guess what, Miranda? I met a guy last night."
"Oh, tell me everything!" Miranda said.
"Well, his name is Justin Foreman, and he is a freshman at UCLA. He is majoring in-" Lizzie started,
"That name sounds familiar, but go on," Miranda interrupted.
"Well, he is majoring English. He graduated a year early from high school," Lizzie said. She sounded really excited.
"Justin Foreman? Where have I heard that name?" Miranda wondered out loud.
"I don't know. It could be a common name. He is supposed to call me later; maybe you will recognize him when you met him.
Miranda and Lizzie continued to talk about Justin while Gordo still stared out the window. When they reached school, they all went to their classes, Lizzie and Miranda still talking.
The day went on, and not much was said, until Lizzie and Gordo reached Economics.
Once in Economics, they were forced to talk. They turned in their work so far, and then Mrs. Hill announced what the new assignment was.
"Well, class, good work! Good to see that you all turned in your homework. Now, today, you are going to get a little creative. Now, what I am passing out is a hat that has slips of paper of things that will happen in the first year of living together. Once handed the slips, it might change your financial situation or something. Discuss this with your partners, and write a short informal paper on how this affects your life and how you feel about this change. Do this together.
"But what does this have to do with economics?" someone asked.
"It is life. These things most likely affect your money handling." Mrs. Hill said as she passed the hat around. People moaned as they found what they were, and so Lizzie was expecting the worse. When it came to Lizzie's turn, Mrs. Hill said, "I have a special one for you. Here," she sad as she handed her a slip of paper and went to Gordo.
Gordo's slip if paper said, "Great aunt dies- inherit $400,000." Gordo handed Lizzie the slip and Mrs. Hill explained that they would have to describe their wedding and all the details, like the honeymoon and reception and all the other expenses. Work together, pretend like this is real."
Real? Wow, Mrs. Hill was getting way to interested in this.
"Okay, Lizzie started, where should we start?"
"I don't know," Gordo said. Lizzie noticed his mind was not on economics.
"Gordo, are you okay?" Lizzie asked. She looked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing. So, let's do this," Gordo said, trying to look as if he perked up.
"Okay," Lizzie said as she laughed lightly, "The details say we get married in March in a Catholic Church and have a reception and a 2-week honeymoon. When do we inherit the money?"
"Um," Gordo said, as he looked at his paper, "Not until June."
"Okay, well, why don't we get together tonight at my house and call a few places up to figure out prices and stuff. It says that we need a marriage liscence. So, for now, let's make a list of what we should do when we get to my house, and go from there."
"Okay," Gordo said.
"Okay, I know nothing about Catholic Churches, and I think you are supposed to get married in the bride's hometown, which is Milwaukee, but I say we just get married in Minneapolis, so let's look online for a church in Minneapolis, and see if we can find some sort of estimate on the cost, and then online for an estimate in catering, and then airfares. Where do you want to go?" Lizzie asked.
"When?" Gordo asked.
"For our honeymoon. Where do you think we should go?"
"I don't know. Istanbul," Gordo replied.
"I am serious."
"So am I. It isn't like this is real or anything," Gordo pointed out.
"Well, I say we go somewhere like Paris or Florence or something. It will be easier to find a place to stay and stuff."
"Fine."
"Good, so tonight, we need to research a catering place, a church, music, cities, airplanes, and hotels. Anything else?"
"Nope."
"What about your money?"
"What is there to research about it? Money is money. I will invest it or something."
"Fine," Lizzie said, "You are coming to my house, then?"
"Yeah," Gordo said. He was still in another world, and Lizzie supposed that he wanted to be left alone, so that is what she did. The rest of the class, Lizzie made a list of cities that might be a good idea for the honeymoon to be.
Florence, Paris, Barcelona, Rome, New Zealand, Toronto, and the list continued until the bell finally rang. By then, the list had grown to about thirty different places, half of which were added on there for Lizzie's own humor.
The drive home was pretty silent. Gordo sat in the back as Lizzie and Miranda chattered about the day.
Once Miranda was dropped off, Lizzie offered Gordo the front seat, but he refused. Lizzie put on some music thinking it would cheer him up, but he continued to stare out the window.
Once at Lizzie's house, Lizzie set her stuff on the counter and started the assignment as she baked some cookies.
"Okay, while you were in Gordoland, I made a list of the places we could go for our honeymoon. Here," Lizzie said as she handed him the list.
Gordo took the list, and started to read it. The cities were fine with Gordo, but once he reached some of the quirkier ones, like East Lansing or Paris, Texas, Gordo couldn't help but laugh. Reading this list cheered him up. "Ahh, I see you added Istanbul," Gordo remarked.
"Yep. If its where you want to go," Lizzie said, joking.
"Nah, its probably too expensive," Gordo said as he looked back at the list. "I say we go to Greece," Gordo said finally.
"I am fine with that. Any particular reason?"
"Not really, its just a place I have always been curious and sounds more masculine than Paris or Barcelona, not that those are bad places. Besides, this isn't real and Athens is a big town," Gordo said. He seemed more cheery.
"Okay. Athens it is. Coolie! What else? Oh, how much does it cost to get married in a church?"
"That I have no clue about, but can we not just claim that our parents are paying for it?"
"Well, we should probably make up a sum. Once the cookies are ready, we can go to my room and look up prices. I know one loophole we can get out of, though," Lizzie said.
"And that would be what?"
"Well, we can say that my best friend's cousin is a disc jockey and agreed to do it for free," Lizzie said.
"Okay. That works. What about catering?" Gordo said, looking at Lizzie's list of things to do.
I don't know. Let's go upstairs and figure that out. The cookies are ready."
Lizzie and Gordo grabbed some cookies and milk and went upstairs.
Once upstairs, they researched everything and found all the information they could, and found that this wedding would cost around $7,000 if it were really small and really cheap. Lizzie recorded everything with the costs and things as Gordo worked on the computer. "Okay, we are just about finished."
"Uh, Gordo, what about clothes?"
"What about them?"
"Well, the bride usually wears a dress, and the groom wears a tux." Lizzie pointed out.
"Oh, I forgot about that. Let's look that up really quickly." Gordo said as he went to a search engine and pulled up a dress site.
In order to get to the price, one had to answer a lot of questions.
"Okay," Gordo said as he started to read the screen, "What is your hip size?" Gordo said.
"32."
Gordo clicked that number and moved to the next question. "Your waist?"
"30."
"Your breast?" Gordo said, trying to sound professional.
"That is none of your business. I will fill that out, thank you very much." Lizzie and Gordo swapped chairs, so Lizzie was the one directly in front of the computer. "Now, look away," Lizzie said as she clicked on the measurement.
Gordo looked on as Lizzie answered the next few questions, and took notes on everything while she answered the questions about the color, style, and price of the dress she desired. Once all the work was finished, the dress that was the cheapest was about $500 dollars. She then quickly found a bridesmaid dress for a little under $300, and then it was Gordo's turn.
Lizzie went to the bathroom as Gordo looked for tuxedos. By the time she was out, Gordo was finished and found a price. "That was quick," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, well I am renting one."
Now, they could officially stop looking for things to research and start typing their paper. Lizzie typed hers about the wedding and went into as much detail as possible about everything while Gordo looked on. Once it was Gordo's turn, Lizzie watched as Gordo typed about him investing the money into an account and possibly using it for after retirement or in the future. Once it was finished, they printed it.
As everything was printing, Lizzie heard the front door open, and her mom yell, "Lizzie! I'm home!"
"Hi!" Lizzie yelled back. "Gordo is here," Lizzie added.
There was a long pause from downstairs. Finally, Jo said, "Oh? What are you doing?"
"Homework. We are almost finished," Lizzie said.
The next thing she knew, Jo entered Lizzie's room.
"Hey, Gordo. How are you?" Jo asked.
"I am doing fine, Mrs. McGuire. How are you?"
"Good. What homework is this?"
"Economics project," Lizzie said. "The teacher is crazy. The whole quarter is this huge project."
"Oh, cool. Would you like to stay for dinner, Gordo?"
"Uh, sure, I would love to stay?" Gordo said.
"Okay. Well, it should be ready in about an hour. Have fun!"
"Thanks," Lizzie said.
Jo left the room and Lizzie and Gordo collected everything from the floor.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked finally.
"Hmm?"
"Why were you acting so weird today? Were you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Oh, I have had a lot on my mind lately." Gordo said. It was the truth.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess I can see what you are saying. I have had a lot on my mind, too," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, I guess we all have, with college around the corner and everything," Gordo said. He wasn't really thinking about college.
"So you were thinking about college today?" Lizzie said.
"Yeah, I guess," Gordo lied.
"Wow. You still want to go to NYU, right?" Lizzie said.
Gordo was about to answer, but just then, the phone rang. Lizzie rolled her eyes as she went to answer it. "Hello?"
"Lizzie? Hey, this is Justin from last night." The person on the other line said.
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AN- Review while I leave you in suspense!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
Justin vs. Gordo
The next day of school, Lizzie seemed really happy.
"Gosh, Lizzie, what happened to you?" Gordo asked as Lizzie picked him up.
"Oh, nothing has happened yet, but I met a guy last night, and he seems so sweet," Lizzie explained.
"Last night? Last night was a school night. Where did you meet him?" Gordo asked confused.
"At Matt's party. He is a brother of one of Matt's teammates," Lizzie explained.
"Oh. What school does he go to?" Gordo asked, trying to seem interested.
"UCLA. He is so cool," Lizzie said.
"He is in college? Isn't that a little old for you, Lizzie?" Gordo asked, trying to find faults in this dude.
"Oh Gordo, he graduated a year early. Besides, what is a little over a year have to do with anything?"
"Well, I am just saying he might have different intentions."
"Well, thank you, but I think I can take care of myself," Lizzie said as they pulled up to Miranda's house and Lizzie honked her horn. "Besides, nothing has happened yet, so calm down."
Miranda came into the car, and by then, Gordo was staring out the window, and not saying a word. "What is his malfunction?" Miranda asked Lizzie.
"Don't know. Guess what, Miranda? I met a guy last night."
"Oh, tell me everything!" Miranda said.
"Well, his name is Justin Foreman, and he is a freshman at UCLA. He is majoring in-" Lizzie started,
"That name sounds familiar, but go on," Miranda interrupted.
"Well, he is majoring English. He graduated a year early from high school," Lizzie said. She sounded really excited.
"Justin Foreman? Where have I heard that name?" Miranda wondered out loud.
"I don't know. It could be a common name. He is supposed to call me later; maybe you will recognize him when you met him.
Miranda and Lizzie continued to talk about Justin while Gordo still stared out the window. When they reached school, they all went to their classes, Lizzie and Miranda still talking.
The day went on, and not much was said, until Lizzie and Gordo reached Economics.
Once in Economics, they were forced to talk. They turned in their work so far, and then Mrs. Hill announced what the new assignment was.
"Well, class, good work! Good to see that you all turned in your homework. Now, today, you are going to get a little creative. Now, what I am passing out is a hat that has slips of paper of things that will happen in the first year of living together. Once handed the slips, it might change your financial situation or something. Discuss this with your partners, and write a short informal paper on how this affects your life and how you feel about this change. Do this together.
"But what does this have to do with economics?" someone asked.
"It is life. These things most likely affect your money handling." Mrs. Hill said as she passed the hat around. People moaned as they found what they were, and so Lizzie was expecting the worse. When it came to Lizzie's turn, Mrs. Hill said, "I have a special one for you. Here," she sad as she handed her a slip of paper and went to Gordo.
Gordo's slip if paper said, "Great aunt dies- inherit $400,000." Gordo handed Lizzie the slip and Mrs. Hill explained that they would have to describe their wedding and all the details, like the honeymoon and reception and all the other expenses. Work together, pretend like this is real."
Real? Wow, Mrs. Hill was getting way to interested in this.
"Okay, Lizzie started, where should we start?"
"I don't know," Gordo said. Lizzie noticed his mind was not on economics.
"Gordo, are you okay?" Lizzie asked. She looked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing. So, let's do this," Gordo said, trying to look as if he perked up.
"Okay," Lizzie said as she laughed lightly, "The details say we get married in March in a Catholic Church and have a reception and a 2-week honeymoon. When do we inherit the money?"
"Um," Gordo said, as he looked at his paper, "Not until June."
"Okay, well, why don't we get together tonight at my house and call a few places up to figure out prices and stuff. It says that we need a marriage liscence. So, for now, let's make a list of what we should do when we get to my house, and go from there."
"Okay," Gordo said.
"Okay, I know nothing about Catholic Churches, and I think you are supposed to get married in the bride's hometown, which is Milwaukee, but I say we just get married in Minneapolis, so let's look online for a church in Minneapolis, and see if we can find some sort of estimate on the cost, and then online for an estimate in catering, and then airfares. Where do you want to go?" Lizzie asked.
"When?" Gordo asked.
"For our honeymoon. Where do you think we should go?"
"I don't know. Istanbul," Gordo replied.
"I am serious."
"So am I. It isn't like this is real or anything," Gordo pointed out.
"Well, I say we go somewhere like Paris or Florence or something. It will be easier to find a place to stay and stuff."
"Fine."
"Good, so tonight, we need to research a catering place, a church, music, cities, airplanes, and hotels. Anything else?"
"Nope."
"What about your money?"
"What is there to research about it? Money is money. I will invest it or something."
"Fine," Lizzie said, "You are coming to my house, then?"
"Yeah," Gordo said. He was still in another world, and Lizzie supposed that he wanted to be left alone, so that is what she did. The rest of the class, Lizzie made a list of cities that might be a good idea for the honeymoon to be.
Florence, Paris, Barcelona, Rome, New Zealand, Toronto, and the list continued until the bell finally rang. By then, the list had grown to about thirty different places, half of which were added on there for Lizzie's own humor.
The drive home was pretty silent. Gordo sat in the back as Lizzie and Miranda chattered about the day.
Once Miranda was dropped off, Lizzie offered Gordo the front seat, but he refused. Lizzie put on some music thinking it would cheer him up, but he continued to stare out the window.
Once at Lizzie's house, Lizzie set her stuff on the counter and started the assignment as she baked some cookies.
"Okay, while you were in Gordoland, I made a list of the places we could go for our honeymoon. Here," Lizzie said as she handed him the list.
Gordo took the list, and started to read it. The cities were fine with Gordo, but once he reached some of the quirkier ones, like East Lansing or Paris, Texas, Gordo couldn't help but laugh. Reading this list cheered him up. "Ahh, I see you added Istanbul," Gordo remarked.
"Yep. If its where you want to go," Lizzie said, joking.
"Nah, its probably too expensive," Gordo said as he looked back at the list. "I say we go to Greece," Gordo said finally.
"I am fine with that. Any particular reason?"
"Not really, its just a place I have always been curious and sounds more masculine than Paris or Barcelona, not that those are bad places. Besides, this isn't real and Athens is a big town," Gordo said. He seemed more cheery.
"Okay. Athens it is. Coolie! What else? Oh, how much does it cost to get married in a church?"
"That I have no clue about, but can we not just claim that our parents are paying for it?"
"Well, we should probably make up a sum. Once the cookies are ready, we can go to my room and look up prices. I know one loophole we can get out of, though," Lizzie said.
"And that would be what?"
"Well, we can say that my best friend's cousin is a disc jockey and agreed to do it for free," Lizzie said.
"Okay. That works. What about catering?" Gordo said, looking at Lizzie's list of things to do.
I don't know. Let's go upstairs and figure that out. The cookies are ready."
Lizzie and Gordo grabbed some cookies and milk and went upstairs.
Once upstairs, they researched everything and found all the information they could, and found that this wedding would cost around $7,000 if it were really small and really cheap. Lizzie recorded everything with the costs and things as Gordo worked on the computer. "Okay, we are just about finished."
"Uh, Gordo, what about clothes?"
"What about them?"
"Well, the bride usually wears a dress, and the groom wears a tux." Lizzie pointed out.
"Oh, I forgot about that. Let's look that up really quickly." Gordo said as he went to a search engine and pulled up a dress site.
In order to get to the price, one had to answer a lot of questions.
"Okay," Gordo said as he started to read the screen, "What is your hip size?" Gordo said.
"32."
Gordo clicked that number and moved to the next question. "Your waist?"
"30."
"Your breast?" Gordo said, trying to sound professional.
"That is none of your business. I will fill that out, thank you very much." Lizzie and Gordo swapped chairs, so Lizzie was the one directly in front of the computer. "Now, look away," Lizzie said as she clicked on the measurement.
Gordo looked on as Lizzie answered the next few questions, and took notes on everything while she answered the questions about the color, style, and price of the dress she desired. Once all the work was finished, the dress that was the cheapest was about $500 dollars. She then quickly found a bridesmaid dress for a little under $300, and then it was Gordo's turn.
Lizzie went to the bathroom as Gordo looked for tuxedos. By the time she was out, Gordo was finished and found a price. "That was quick," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, well I am renting one."
Now, they could officially stop looking for things to research and start typing their paper. Lizzie typed hers about the wedding and went into as much detail as possible about everything while Gordo looked on. Once it was Gordo's turn, Lizzie watched as Gordo typed about him investing the money into an account and possibly using it for after retirement or in the future. Once it was finished, they printed it.
As everything was printing, Lizzie heard the front door open, and her mom yell, "Lizzie! I'm home!"
"Hi!" Lizzie yelled back. "Gordo is here," Lizzie added.
There was a long pause from downstairs. Finally, Jo said, "Oh? What are you doing?"
"Homework. We are almost finished," Lizzie said.
The next thing she knew, Jo entered Lizzie's room.
"Hey, Gordo. How are you?" Jo asked.
"I am doing fine, Mrs. McGuire. How are you?"
"Good. What homework is this?"
"Economics project," Lizzie said. "The teacher is crazy. The whole quarter is this huge project."
"Oh, cool. Would you like to stay for dinner, Gordo?"
"Uh, sure, I would love to stay?" Gordo said.
"Okay. Well, it should be ready in about an hour. Have fun!"
"Thanks," Lizzie said.
Jo left the room and Lizzie and Gordo collected everything from the floor.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked finally.
"Hmm?"
"Why were you acting so weird today? Were you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Oh, I have had a lot on my mind lately." Gordo said. It was the truth.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess I can see what you are saying. I have had a lot on my mind, too," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, I guess we all have, with college around the corner and everything," Gordo said. He wasn't really thinking about college.
"So you were thinking about college today?" Lizzie said.
"Yeah, I guess," Gordo lied.
"Wow. You still want to go to NYU, right?" Lizzie said.
Gordo was about to answer, but just then, the phone rang. Lizzie rolled her eyes as she went to answer it. "Hello?"
"Lizzie? Hey, this is Justin from last night." The person on the other line said.
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