AN- Yeah, I'm sorry it took so long to update. I am still debating about
whether I should still update this. I've had what feels like never-ending
writers block.
I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Future
Three months passed since Miranda's accident and in those months, Lizzie went on the most thought-provoking journey of her life. It all sparked in those moments with Gordo. In that time, she decided she loved her best friend. It was hard because she felt like she couldn't talk with anyone about it. Every time she was with Gordo, though, he would take her breath away. She couldn't decide if he liked her back because he was sending her mixed messages. Being with him, though, and spending time with him made her curious. She felt different when she was around him, but things weren't different. They were the same.
At this point, the project in Economics was coming to a close and they were given their final situation. Mrs. Hill had become crazier over the time and kept giving them crazy situations. For example, a few months ago, the situation was that Lizzie wanted to buy chickens and Gordo didn't. Together financially, they had to come up with a compromise. It was crazy, and most of the times amusing, but they were both ready for that class to be over.
One afternoon, Gordo was giving Lizzie a ride home from school. Miranda was staying behind to finish something for the art fair that was going to be held the next week.
They were almost at Lizzie's house when all the sudden, for the first time in months, Lizzie felt the pain she had and got the dizzy feeling. She was touching her head when Gordo looked over, "Lizzie are you okay?" he asked, worried about his friend.
"Yeah," she said, "I jus have a headache, that's all" and she decided she would just take some Tylenol when she got home.
Gordo frowned sympathetically, "Aw, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"No," Lizzie said, "I mean, let's just go inside and see what our final situation for economics is."
"You mean you don't already know?"
"Nope," Lizzie said, "She handed it to me as we were walking out of class."
Gordo shrugged as they both went inside Lizzie's house and into Lizzie's room. There, Lizzie took out the sheet of paper and started to read out loud as they sat down on her bed.
"Two weeks after a romantic, drunk evening in your apartment, Lizzie takes a pregnancy test and discovers that it is positive. The wedding is not for another six months, but you both decide to elope within the week. You decide to fly to Las Vegas and your total budget for this whole trip is $2000. What are you going to do? A year from now, how will your taxes differ? Will you consider investing in stocks? How will you re-evaluate your budget?"
After she read it, she looked at Gordo and rolled her eyes. Mrs. Hill had to be the most insane person either of them had ever met. "So," Lizzie said, in a teasing voice, "You got your fiancée in trouble, eh?"
Gordo shrugged, "What can I say? I guess even after that fight between our parents, you losing your job and getting in back, and you cheating on me, we still have the romance."
Lizzie smiled. Gordo was so funny and such a great person, "Yeah, and now we have a baby. What do we do?"
"We elope," Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head dreamily. In her mind, she was imagining her wedding and it all seemed so perfect. She could see everything about it. . .but the groom.
She leaned back so she was lying on her bed. Gordo soon joined her, "What's the matter? Still have that headache?" he asked propping his arm up and looking at her.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, and it's getting worse."
"Do you want any Advil or Tylenol or something?"
Lizzie nodded her head and closed her eyes, "Thank you."
Gordo got up and went to get her some medicine. He knew where the McGuire's kept the medicine because this was like his second home. He got her two Tylenol and some water from the kitchen and came upstairs to find her sleeping. He left the water and Tylenol beside her and covered her up in a blanket. After that, he noticed that the left her notebook and its contents scattered on the floor and to help her, he decided to organize it for her. As he picked up the sheets, she noticed she had little doodles on the sides of her notes. Then, he saw something that he never thought he'd see. One of the doodles in her notebook read, "I Love Gordo," and right as he picked up the paper, he didn't notice Lizzie. For the exact moment that he saw that, Lizzie's headache became stronger than ever and she jolted up. She looked at Gordo, who was staring at something, and the pain was getting worse, "Gordo?" she asked.
Gordo jumped when he heard Lizzie. Slowly, he looked up at her and automatically blushed.
"Gordo?" she repeated, looking confused, "What are you doing?"
"I. . ." Gordo tried to say, but couldn't complete his thought. He was speechless because of what he read. Did Lizzie really love him?
Lizzie looked at him impatiently and curiously and noticed he was reading something, "What's that you are reading?"
Gordo looked down at his hands and noticed he was still holding the paper that said, "I love Gordo." He immediately dropped it, "Oh, nothing," he said.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. Come on, seriously, what was it?"
Finally Gordo gave in and handed her the paper. He would have handed her another piece of paper, but he accidentally grabbed the right piece of paper. Lizzie took it from his hands and looked at him and then the paper, "Why are you reading my history notes?" she asked.
"I wasn't" he said, thinking maybe she didn't see the "I love Gordo" part.
Lizzie looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure that you are okay?"
Gordo looked around and shrugged. What he okay? That was difficult to answer because he didn't know how he was feeling. If Lizzie loved him, he felt okay, but if this was some sort of joke or something, then he didn't know. He was confused. He got up from the floor and walked toward Lizzie. Not knowing what to do next, he slowly knelt down and looked at Lizzie, who was now more confused than ever. Slowly, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood back up, awkwardly, "Er, feel better, Lizzie," he said and he walked out of the room.
Lizzie watched as he walked out of her room feeling a mixture of confusion and awkwardness. What was going on? The weirdest part of the whole thing was, as soon as the kiss hit her, the pain she was feeling so intensely before had vanished.
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AN- What will happen next?
I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Future
Three months passed since Miranda's accident and in those months, Lizzie went on the most thought-provoking journey of her life. It all sparked in those moments with Gordo. In that time, she decided she loved her best friend. It was hard because she felt like she couldn't talk with anyone about it. Every time she was with Gordo, though, he would take her breath away. She couldn't decide if he liked her back because he was sending her mixed messages. Being with him, though, and spending time with him made her curious. She felt different when she was around him, but things weren't different. They were the same.
At this point, the project in Economics was coming to a close and they were given their final situation. Mrs. Hill had become crazier over the time and kept giving them crazy situations. For example, a few months ago, the situation was that Lizzie wanted to buy chickens and Gordo didn't. Together financially, they had to come up with a compromise. It was crazy, and most of the times amusing, but they were both ready for that class to be over.
One afternoon, Gordo was giving Lizzie a ride home from school. Miranda was staying behind to finish something for the art fair that was going to be held the next week.
They were almost at Lizzie's house when all the sudden, for the first time in months, Lizzie felt the pain she had and got the dizzy feeling. She was touching her head when Gordo looked over, "Lizzie are you okay?" he asked, worried about his friend.
"Yeah," she said, "I jus have a headache, that's all" and she decided she would just take some Tylenol when she got home.
Gordo frowned sympathetically, "Aw, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"No," Lizzie said, "I mean, let's just go inside and see what our final situation for economics is."
"You mean you don't already know?"
"Nope," Lizzie said, "She handed it to me as we were walking out of class."
Gordo shrugged as they both went inside Lizzie's house and into Lizzie's room. There, Lizzie took out the sheet of paper and started to read out loud as they sat down on her bed.
"Two weeks after a romantic, drunk evening in your apartment, Lizzie takes a pregnancy test and discovers that it is positive. The wedding is not for another six months, but you both decide to elope within the week. You decide to fly to Las Vegas and your total budget for this whole trip is $2000. What are you going to do? A year from now, how will your taxes differ? Will you consider investing in stocks? How will you re-evaluate your budget?"
After she read it, she looked at Gordo and rolled her eyes. Mrs. Hill had to be the most insane person either of them had ever met. "So," Lizzie said, in a teasing voice, "You got your fiancée in trouble, eh?"
Gordo shrugged, "What can I say? I guess even after that fight between our parents, you losing your job and getting in back, and you cheating on me, we still have the romance."
Lizzie smiled. Gordo was so funny and such a great person, "Yeah, and now we have a baby. What do we do?"
"We elope," Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head dreamily. In her mind, she was imagining her wedding and it all seemed so perfect. She could see everything about it. . .but the groom.
She leaned back so she was lying on her bed. Gordo soon joined her, "What's the matter? Still have that headache?" he asked propping his arm up and looking at her.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, and it's getting worse."
"Do you want any Advil or Tylenol or something?"
Lizzie nodded her head and closed her eyes, "Thank you."
Gordo got up and went to get her some medicine. He knew where the McGuire's kept the medicine because this was like his second home. He got her two Tylenol and some water from the kitchen and came upstairs to find her sleeping. He left the water and Tylenol beside her and covered her up in a blanket. After that, he noticed that the left her notebook and its contents scattered on the floor and to help her, he decided to organize it for her. As he picked up the sheets, she noticed she had little doodles on the sides of her notes. Then, he saw something that he never thought he'd see. One of the doodles in her notebook read, "I Love Gordo," and right as he picked up the paper, he didn't notice Lizzie. For the exact moment that he saw that, Lizzie's headache became stronger than ever and she jolted up. She looked at Gordo, who was staring at something, and the pain was getting worse, "Gordo?" she asked.
Gordo jumped when he heard Lizzie. Slowly, he looked up at her and automatically blushed.
"Gordo?" she repeated, looking confused, "What are you doing?"
"I. . ." Gordo tried to say, but couldn't complete his thought. He was speechless because of what he read. Did Lizzie really love him?
Lizzie looked at him impatiently and curiously and noticed he was reading something, "What's that you are reading?"
Gordo looked down at his hands and noticed he was still holding the paper that said, "I love Gordo." He immediately dropped it, "Oh, nothing," he said.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. Come on, seriously, what was it?"
Finally Gordo gave in and handed her the paper. He would have handed her another piece of paper, but he accidentally grabbed the right piece of paper. Lizzie took it from his hands and looked at him and then the paper, "Why are you reading my history notes?" she asked.
"I wasn't" he said, thinking maybe she didn't see the "I love Gordo" part.
Lizzie looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure that you are okay?"
Gordo looked around and shrugged. What he okay? That was difficult to answer because he didn't know how he was feeling. If Lizzie loved him, he felt okay, but if this was some sort of joke or something, then he didn't know. He was confused. He got up from the floor and walked toward Lizzie. Not knowing what to do next, he slowly knelt down and looked at Lizzie, who was now more confused than ever. Slowly, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood back up, awkwardly, "Er, feel better, Lizzie," he said and he walked out of the room.
Lizzie watched as he walked out of her room feeling a mixture of confusion and awkwardness. What was going on? The weirdest part of the whole thing was, as soon as the kiss hit her, the pain she was feeling so intensely before had vanished.
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AN- What will happen next?