AN- I am going to continue this story as well as my other one but I did delete Knowing Me, Knowing You. Three stories are too much when I can barely update the two I have.
Okay, so what has happened that the fortune teller saw so far?
Family member accident, someone she knew got into an accident, someone is in love with her.
What hasn't happened: She hasn't married the same guy twice, she hasn't befriended an enemy nor has a friend deceived her, also she hasn't discovered who loves her. Well, one of those is about to change.
I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
What Ever Happened to Justin?
Remember Justin? Yeah, because of the hecticness with Miranda, Lizzie never went to that party and hardly remembered Justin…until he called her the afternoon Gordo kissed her. Ironic how things work out the way they do, right?
"Lizzie?" He said.
"Who is this?"
"This is Justin. Justin Foreman from UCLA? We talked last fall about you looking at UCLA?"
"Justin?" Lizzie said, and the name rang a bell, "Oh, right. Justin! I haven't talked to you in a while."
"I know. I heard about your friend, though. How is she doing?"
"She's a lot better."
"That's good. Hey, my father is holding this benefit ball thing at our house tomorrow night. I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming."
"A benefit ball?" Lizzie said, honestly not up for that, not after the whole Gordo kissing her thing.
"Yeah," Justin said, "I can pick you up early and we can get a dress if you'd like."
Lizzie forgot how rich this guy was. She knew this would make her father happy because of the connection, "Sure," she said, yawning.
"Cool. I'll pick you up around four tomorrow. Get some sleep, Liz."
"Okay," Lizzie said.
A few minutes later, she hung up the phone. She had a date the next night.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was Gordo, "Hey, Lizzie," he said, and she could tell he was nervous.
"Hey, Gordo," she said; now feeling guilty about talking to Justin and agreeing to date him after he kissed her. This was something she actually wanted to pursue and going out with Justin wasn't helping her pursue her goal.
"Hey, listen, so about this wedding," he said.
"Wedding?" Lizzie said, an then she remembered the project, "Oh right. What about it?"
"I was looking it up and what do you say we fly in November? The rates are cheaper and that way we can spend a longer time on our honeymoon and still have money left."
"Okay, Gordo," Lizzie said, getting her headache again, "Why don't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"Okay. Your place or mine?"
"No, I mean in class. I can't meet up after school tomorrow."
"Why not?"
"Because I have to go to this ball with Justin."
"Justin? That guy from UCLA?"
"Yeah."
"The rich kid?"
"Yep."
"Oh. I didn't know you were still friends."
"Well, he just called me up."
"Wait tomorrow is a Thursday. They have a ball on a weeknight?"
Lizzie sighed. This was so hard for her. She didn't even want to go to the stupid ball. She would have rather gone to see Gordo as to what the kiss was about, "Listen Gordo," Lizzie said, "I am going to be completely honest with you, okay?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, rolling his eyes.
"I am not seeing Justin because I want to see him, okay? Maybe three months ago, things would have been different, but I haven't talked to the guy in three months. Believe me, I would rather be with you any day, okay?"
"Lizzie," Gordo said, "I don't really care what you do with your afternoon, okay? I don't care what you do tomorrow, the next day after that, or the day after that. If you want to, you can see Justin every single day of your life. You don't have to lie to me to make me happy because all I want is for you to be happy, okay? If Justin makes you happy, that is fine with me."
"Gordo, you know that's not true," she said, with tears streaming down her face, "Because you know you care. If you didn't care so much, then why did you kiss me?"
"What. . .what are you talking about?" Gordo said, calming down a little.
"You know what I am talking about. When you were at my house earlier today, you kissed me."
"That. . . that was nothing Lizzie, okay? It meant nothing more than a friendly kiss, okay?"
"Well," Lizzie said, "believe it or not, it meant something to me, okay? If it meant nothing to you, then why did you do it?"
"Lizzie…" Gordo started, "Please don't go to this ball. I don't want know that you are with Justin when you could be with me."
"Oh, so now I do mean something to you."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, pausing, "I kissed you earlier today because I love you, okay? There, I said it. Are you happy? I loved you when I saw you with Justin the first time, and I love you even more now."
Lizzie didn't know what to say. It was like this was exactly what she wanted him to say, but not this way, "If you loved me so much," she said, still crying, "then why didn't you tell me?"
Gordo sighed, "That's it, Lizzie. I'm coming to your house and we are talking about this face to face."
"Fine!"
"I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Fine!"
Lizzie hung up the phone and curled up in her bed. Now, she didn't know what to do. Gordo said what she wanted to say and she didn't say anything back. What was that supposed to mean? Something told her that she should call Justin and say she couldn't go. That was the only fair thing to do. She decided to wait, though, to see what Gordo had to say.
A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang and Lizzie went downstairs to get it, "Hey," she said, opening it and seeing it was Gordo. Her headache was getting stronger by the heartbeat.
Gordo looked at her and could tell that she had just finished crying, "Hi," he said, but he stayed outside.
"Want to go for a walk?" Lizzie asked.
"Sure."
Lizzie stepped outside and closed the door behind her. They started toward the sidewalk by the street, and there was an awkward silence for a while. Finally, Lizzie decided to say something, "So you love me, huh?" she said.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, I do."
Lizzie sighed as she stuck her hands in her pockets, "Since when have you felt this way?"
"A while," he said.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, stopping her walk, "what's going to happen to us?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking back at her.
"I mean, what happens now?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. I guess we stay friends."
"Do you think that would work?"
"Well, we can make it work. Do you love me?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "I love you, too."
"Well," Gordo said, "maybe we should act on these feelings."
"But what if they fail?"
"That doesn't mean our friendship will fail."
"So are you saying we should go out?"
"Well, what about Justin?"
"I don't care about Justin."
"But you care about me?"
"Of course."
"Then," Gordo said, and he took her hand, "maybe we should do this."
Lizzie looked down at their hands and looked into Gordo's eyes and smiled, "I won't go to the ball with Justin."
Gordo smiled, "Good," and with that he leaned in and gave her a kiss. Lizzie felt a certain pain from her head go away as she kissed back and suddenly everything felt so clear.
When they pulled back they both looked at each other and out of nowhere they both started laughing, "You know, I've been waiting for a long time to do that," Gordo said.
"Well, I've been waiting for you to kiss me for a long time, too. Now all I need to do is explain to Justin that I can't go to his ball."
"Yeah and then we can plan our honeymoon."
Lizzie and Gordo walked a little longer and walked back to Lizzie's house, "Want me to give you a ride to school?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Lizzie and Gordo kissed one last time before Lizzie went into her room and dropped to her bed. She knew what she had to do. She had to call Justin and tell him the truth.
"Justin?" She said, "This is Lizzie."
"Oh, hey," he said, "what's up?"
"About tomorrow."
"Yeah, I told my parents that you were coming with me and they are so excited. They really like your family, Lizzie."
"Yeah, well…"
"And luckily, I really like their daughter."
Lizzie sighed, feeling guilty, "Justin, I can't go with you tomorrow."
"What? Why not?" Justin asked.
"Because," Lizzie said, "I don't think it would be fair to my boyfriend."
"Your…boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
"What if we went as just friends?"
"I don't know."
"Lizzie. . .please? I'll take you home by midnight."
"But…"
"Lizzie, come on? You'll be doing me a huge favor."
Lizzie sighed, they were going as only friends, right, "Fine."
"Thank you, Liz. I'll pick you up at four so you can get a dress. My treat."
"Okay," Lizzie said, not knowing how she was going to explain this to Gordo.
"Great. See you then."
Okay, so what has happened that the fortune teller saw so far?
Family member accident, someone she knew got into an accident, someone is in love with her.
What hasn't happened: She hasn't married the same guy twice, she hasn't befriended an enemy nor has a friend deceived her, also she hasn't discovered who loves her. Well, one of those is about to change.
I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
What Ever Happened to Justin?
Remember Justin? Yeah, because of the hecticness with Miranda, Lizzie never went to that party and hardly remembered Justin…until he called her the afternoon Gordo kissed her. Ironic how things work out the way they do, right?
"Lizzie?" He said.
"Who is this?"
"This is Justin. Justin Foreman from UCLA? We talked last fall about you looking at UCLA?"
"Justin?" Lizzie said, and the name rang a bell, "Oh, right. Justin! I haven't talked to you in a while."
"I know. I heard about your friend, though. How is she doing?"
"She's a lot better."
"That's good. Hey, my father is holding this benefit ball thing at our house tomorrow night. I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming."
"A benefit ball?" Lizzie said, honestly not up for that, not after the whole Gordo kissing her thing.
"Yeah," Justin said, "I can pick you up early and we can get a dress if you'd like."
Lizzie forgot how rich this guy was. She knew this would make her father happy because of the connection, "Sure," she said, yawning.
"Cool. I'll pick you up around four tomorrow. Get some sleep, Liz."
"Okay," Lizzie said.
A few minutes later, she hung up the phone. She had a date the next night.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was Gordo, "Hey, Lizzie," he said, and she could tell he was nervous.
"Hey, Gordo," she said; now feeling guilty about talking to Justin and agreeing to date him after he kissed her. This was something she actually wanted to pursue and going out with Justin wasn't helping her pursue her goal.
"Hey, listen, so about this wedding," he said.
"Wedding?" Lizzie said, an then she remembered the project, "Oh right. What about it?"
"I was looking it up and what do you say we fly in November? The rates are cheaper and that way we can spend a longer time on our honeymoon and still have money left."
"Okay, Gordo," Lizzie said, getting her headache again, "Why don't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"Okay. Your place or mine?"
"No, I mean in class. I can't meet up after school tomorrow."
"Why not?"
"Because I have to go to this ball with Justin."
"Justin? That guy from UCLA?"
"Yeah."
"The rich kid?"
"Yep."
"Oh. I didn't know you were still friends."
"Well, he just called me up."
"Wait tomorrow is a Thursday. They have a ball on a weeknight?"
Lizzie sighed. This was so hard for her. She didn't even want to go to the stupid ball. She would have rather gone to see Gordo as to what the kiss was about, "Listen Gordo," Lizzie said, "I am going to be completely honest with you, okay?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, rolling his eyes.
"I am not seeing Justin because I want to see him, okay? Maybe three months ago, things would have been different, but I haven't talked to the guy in three months. Believe me, I would rather be with you any day, okay?"
"Lizzie," Gordo said, "I don't really care what you do with your afternoon, okay? I don't care what you do tomorrow, the next day after that, or the day after that. If you want to, you can see Justin every single day of your life. You don't have to lie to me to make me happy because all I want is for you to be happy, okay? If Justin makes you happy, that is fine with me."
"Gordo, you know that's not true," she said, with tears streaming down her face, "Because you know you care. If you didn't care so much, then why did you kiss me?"
"What. . .what are you talking about?" Gordo said, calming down a little.
"You know what I am talking about. When you were at my house earlier today, you kissed me."
"That. . . that was nothing Lizzie, okay? It meant nothing more than a friendly kiss, okay?"
"Well," Lizzie said, "believe it or not, it meant something to me, okay? If it meant nothing to you, then why did you do it?"
"Lizzie…" Gordo started, "Please don't go to this ball. I don't want know that you are with Justin when you could be with me."
"Oh, so now I do mean something to you."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, pausing, "I kissed you earlier today because I love you, okay? There, I said it. Are you happy? I loved you when I saw you with Justin the first time, and I love you even more now."
Lizzie didn't know what to say. It was like this was exactly what she wanted him to say, but not this way, "If you loved me so much," she said, still crying, "then why didn't you tell me?"
Gordo sighed, "That's it, Lizzie. I'm coming to your house and we are talking about this face to face."
"Fine!"
"I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Fine!"
Lizzie hung up the phone and curled up in her bed. Now, she didn't know what to do. Gordo said what she wanted to say and she didn't say anything back. What was that supposed to mean? Something told her that she should call Justin and say she couldn't go. That was the only fair thing to do. She decided to wait, though, to see what Gordo had to say.
A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang and Lizzie went downstairs to get it, "Hey," she said, opening it and seeing it was Gordo. Her headache was getting stronger by the heartbeat.
Gordo looked at her and could tell that she had just finished crying, "Hi," he said, but he stayed outside.
"Want to go for a walk?" Lizzie asked.
"Sure."
Lizzie stepped outside and closed the door behind her. They started toward the sidewalk by the street, and there was an awkward silence for a while. Finally, Lizzie decided to say something, "So you love me, huh?" she said.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, I do."
Lizzie sighed as she stuck her hands in her pockets, "Since when have you felt this way?"
"A while," he said.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, stopping her walk, "what's going to happen to us?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking back at her.
"I mean, what happens now?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. I guess we stay friends."
"Do you think that would work?"
"Well, we can make it work. Do you love me?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "I love you, too."
"Well," Gordo said, "maybe we should act on these feelings."
"But what if they fail?"
"That doesn't mean our friendship will fail."
"So are you saying we should go out?"
"Well, what about Justin?"
"I don't care about Justin."
"But you care about me?"
"Of course."
"Then," Gordo said, and he took her hand, "maybe we should do this."
Lizzie looked down at their hands and looked into Gordo's eyes and smiled, "I won't go to the ball with Justin."
Gordo smiled, "Good," and with that he leaned in and gave her a kiss. Lizzie felt a certain pain from her head go away as she kissed back and suddenly everything felt so clear.
When they pulled back they both looked at each other and out of nowhere they both started laughing, "You know, I've been waiting for a long time to do that," Gordo said.
"Well, I've been waiting for you to kiss me for a long time, too. Now all I need to do is explain to Justin that I can't go to his ball."
"Yeah and then we can plan our honeymoon."
Lizzie and Gordo walked a little longer and walked back to Lizzie's house, "Want me to give you a ride to school?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Lizzie and Gordo kissed one last time before Lizzie went into her room and dropped to her bed. She knew what she had to do. She had to call Justin and tell him the truth.
"Justin?" She said, "This is Lizzie."
"Oh, hey," he said, "what's up?"
"About tomorrow."
"Yeah, I told my parents that you were coming with me and they are so excited. They really like your family, Lizzie."
"Yeah, well…"
"And luckily, I really like their daughter."
Lizzie sighed, feeling guilty, "Justin, I can't go with you tomorrow."
"What? Why not?" Justin asked.
"Because," Lizzie said, "I don't think it would be fair to my boyfriend."
"Your…boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
"What if we went as just friends?"
"I don't know."
"Lizzie. . .please? I'll take you home by midnight."
"But…"
"Lizzie, come on? You'll be doing me a huge favor."
Lizzie sighed, they were going as only friends, right, "Fine."
"Thank you, Liz. I'll pick you up at four so you can get a dress. My treat."
"Okay," Lizzie said, not knowing how she was going to explain this to Gordo.
"Great. See you then."