A/N: This is another sad little chapter, and I know it's pitiful and everything but just the same, thanks for the patience.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire
~Gordo~
Gordo was sitting at his desk trying to come up with something for his book, but his writer's block was getting in the way. "I need a break," he thought. He hadn't been around this town much and decided maybe it wouldn't hurt him to go somewhere other than the gas station, grocery store, or post office.
Gordo grabbed his keys and got into his car and started driving around the town. It was weird knowing that Lizzie was so close to him, but at the same time so far away. As he drove, he looked around for something to do. There was a movie theatre that he'd never been to, which was strange for him. He usually went to movies at least twice a week in his old town because he enjoyed posting online reviews and occasionally they'd appear in papers. He hadn't done much of that since he got here, though. He hadn't done much of anything other than write the book. He hadn't come up with a title yet, but he had read over it and decided it was worth a shot in trying to publish it. Sure, he was no Nicholas Sparks or Mark Twain when it came to writing novels, but if he never accomplished anything with Lizzie, he figured this novel was an acknowledgement and symbol of them and publishing it for the world to see could possibly provide himself with some closure on the topic.
On this break, Gordo decided he would go out on the town, "It doesn't make sense," he thought to himself, "how two people so right for each other take so long getting together."
There was a Starbucks right by his apartment building and Gordo decided it wouldn't hurt him if he had some hot cocoa to help warm his brain. He entered the Starbucks and got in line. He noticed right in front of him was a girl and a guy. The girl looked vaguely familiar, like she was from his apartment, but he wasn't sure.
"I feel so sorry for her," he couldn't help but over hear the girl in front of her.
"What do you mean? It's her life. She can do what she wants with it," The guy said.
"Yeah, but she seems so miserable," she said.
"Then let her be miserable," he said, and sighed, "Kelly, it isn't your place to meddle in with her business you barely know her."
"I know her better than a lot of people and I know that all she needs is for someone to love her as much as she is capable of loving back."
"What makes you think she is interested in finding someone?"
"Because, Joe," Kelly said, "I see her everyday and when she isn't helping people, she is off wandering near the romance section. It's like she's looking for the book to become her life."
"Well if it makes her happy," Joe said, "leave her alone. I can't believe you are talking to me about this."
"Why not? You are my boyfriend and you asked how I was doing."
"Yeah…" Joe said, "Not how your friend is doing."
"Fine," Kelly said, "I won't talk to you about it anymore."
"Is that a promise?"
Kelly rolled her eyes and said nothing. Gordo didn't know why he found this intriguing. He supposed the fact that he was writing his own book made other people's lives seem so interesting. Whomever Kelly was talking about sounded familiar to Gordo, almost as if he knew that person.
~~~
After hearing the doorbell ring late one night, Lizzie went to go get it. On the other side of the door was the last person she thought she would see.
"Ethan?" she asked.
"Hi, Liz," he said, sheepishly, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, opening the door a little wider, letting her ex-fiancé into the room, "How did you know I was here?"
"I had my office look you up."
"Wow," Lizzie said, "You're office can do everything."
"Yeah," Ethan said, "but that's not why I came."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "You aren't trying to get me to come back, are you?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Ethan!" Lizzie exclaimed, sitting down on her sofa, "We've been through this. You cheated on me and I am not sure I can forgive you."
Ethan starred at Lizzie blankly, "I know."
Lizzie was taken aback slightly with Ethan's words, "You do?"
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I thought about it after you left and I don't think we are right for each other in the long run."
"You don't?" Lizzie asked, somewhat surprised.
"Do you?"
"No," Lizzie said, "In fact, we were probably horrible for each other."
"The worst," Ethan said, "But that's not why I came back."
"Do you want the ring back? Did I not already give that back to you?" Lizzie said, starting to get up.
Ethan laughed, "No, no, Liz. That's not why I am here either."
"Then why are you here?"
Ethan shrugged, "I don't know. I guess to be your friend. In fact, I want you to keep that ring as a symbol."
"What kind of symbol?"
"A symbol of our friendship."
"Wow. Ethan, are you sure?"
"Are you kidding me? We were friends before we ever started dating and I always thought we made much better friends than anything."
"Then why did you propose?"
Ethan shrugged, "Because I thought once we were married, everything would just come together. I thought you were the perfect girl for me. In many ways, you were."
"Then why…"
"I then realized I was kidding myself and instead of being a good person, I started cheating on you with other women. I would have talked to you about it, but I didn't know how to tell you. You were busy in your own life and I thought I would make things worse."
"Ethan," Lizzie said, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here, Lizzie," Ethan said, "to be your friend."
Lizzie smiled, "Thank you."
Ethan smiled, too, "Now, where's Gordo? I want to congratulate him on how wonderful of a girl he has."
Lizzie's smile soon turned around, "Ethan, I am not with Gordo."
"What?" Ethan said, "But I thought that was who you truly loved."
"I do."
"Then where is he?"
"I mean—I did. Right now, I'm not very sure."
"Lizzie," Ethan started, "Does Gordo love you?"
"I think so."
"Do you love him?"
"Yeah."
"Then, tell me, Lizzie, what's the problem?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire
~Gordo~
Gordo was sitting at his desk trying to come up with something for his book, but his writer's block was getting in the way. "I need a break," he thought. He hadn't been around this town much and decided maybe it wouldn't hurt him to go somewhere other than the gas station, grocery store, or post office.
Gordo grabbed his keys and got into his car and started driving around the town. It was weird knowing that Lizzie was so close to him, but at the same time so far away. As he drove, he looked around for something to do. There was a movie theatre that he'd never been to, which was strange for him. He usually went to movies at least twice a week in his old town because he enjoyed posting online reviews and occasionally they'd appear in papers. He hadn't done much of that since he got here, though. He hadn't done much of anything other than write the book. He hadn't come up with a title yet, but he had read over it and decided it was worth a shot in trying to publish it. Sure, he was no Nicholas Sparks or Mark Twain when it came to writing novels, but if he never accomplished anything with Lizzie, he figured this novel was an acknowledgement and symbol of them and publishing it for the world to see could possibly provide himself with some closure on the topic.
On this break, Gordo decided he would go out on the town, "It doesn't make sense," he thought to himself, "how two people so right for each other take so long getting together."
There was a Starbucks right by his apartment building and Gordo decided it wouldn't hurt him if he had some hot cocoa to help warm his brain. He entered the Starbucks and got in line. He noticed right in front of him was a girl and a guy. The girl looked vaguely familiar, like she was from his apartment, but he wasn't sure.
"I feel so sorry for her," he couldn't help but over hear the girl in front of her.
"What do you mean? It's her life. She can do what she wants with it," The guy said.
"Yeah, but she seems so miserable," she said.
"Then let her be miserable," he said, and sighed, "Kelly, it isn't your place to meddle in with her business you barely know her."
"I know her better than a lot of people and I know that all she needs is for someone to love her as much as she is capable of loving back."
"What makes you think she is interested in finding someone?"
"Because, Joe," Kelly said, "I see her everyday and when she isn't helping people, she is off wandering near the romance section. It's like she's looking for the book to become her life."
"Well if it makes her happy," Joe said, "leave her alone. I can't believe you are talking to me about this."
"Why not? You are my boyfriend and you asked how I was doing."
"Yeah…" Joe said, "Not how your friend is doing."
"Fine," Kelly said, "I won't talk to you about it anymore."
"Is that a promise?"
Kelly rolled her eyes and said nothing. Gordo didn't know why he found this intriguing. He supposed the fact that he was writing his own book made other people's lives seem so interesting. Whomever Kelly was talking about sounded familiar to Gordo, almost as if he knew that person.
~~~
After hearing the doorbell ring late one night, Lizzie went to go get it. On the other side of the door was the last person she thought she would see.
"Ethan?" she asked.
"Hi, Liz," he said, sheepishly, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, opening the door a little wider, letting her ex-fiancé into the room, "How did you know I was here?"
"I had my office look you up."
"Wow," Lizzie said, "You're office can do everything."
"Yeah," Ethan said, "but that's not why I came."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "You aren't trying to get me to come back, are you?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Ethan!" Lizzie exclaimed, sitting down on her sofa, "We've been through this. You cheated on me and I am not sure I can forgive you."
Ethan starred at Lizzie blankly, "I know."
Lizzie was taken aback slightly with Ethan's words, "You do?"
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I thought about it after you left and I don't think we are right for each other in the long run."
"You don't?" Lizzie asked, somewhat surprised.
"Do you?"
"No," Lizzie said, "In fact, we were probably horrible for each other."
"The worst," Ethan said, "But that's not why I came back."
"Do you want the ring back? Did I not already give that back to you?" Lizzie said, starting to get up.
Ethan laughed, "No, no, Liz. That's not why I am here either."
"Then why are you here?"
Ethan shrugged, "I don't know. I guess to be your friend. In fact, I want you to keep that ring as a symbol."
"What kind of symbol?"
"A symbol of our friendship."
"Wow. Ethan, are you sure?"
"Are you kidding me? We were friends before we ever started dating and I always thought we made much better friends than anything."
"Then why did you propose?"
Ethan shrugged, "Because I thought once we were married, everything would just come together. I thought you were the perfect girl for me. In many ways, you were."
"Then why…"
"I then realized I was kidding myself and instead of being a good person, I started cheating on you with other women. I would have talked to you about it, but I didn't know how to tell you. You were busy in your own life and I thought I would make things worse."
"Ethan," Lizzie said, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here, Lizzie," Ethan said, "to be your friend."
Lizzie smiled, "Thank you."
Ethan smiled, too, "Now, where's Gordo? I want to congratulate him on how wonderful of a girl he has."
Lizzie's smile soon turned around, "Ethan, I am not with Gordo."
"What?" Ethan said, "But I thought that was who you truly loved."
"I do."
"Then where is he?"
"I mean—I did. Right now, I'm not very sure."
"Lizzie," Ethan started, "Does Gordo love you?"
"I think so."
"Do you love him?"
"Yeah."
"Then, tell me, Lizzie, what's the problem?"