***Lizzie McGuire does not belong to us. Sorry this chapter took so long. Anyway, please keep reviewing!***
Chapter Nine
Text Message
Lizzie and Gordo arrived at the Los Angeles library, and started researching. "What is it that we are looking for again?" Gordo asked.
"Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed, annoyed, "You are supposed to know this stuff! We went to the library before!"
"I know, but that was yesterday. Besides, it could have changed!"
Lizzie sighed, "Gordo, we are looking for any signs of Rob and Addy's past."
"So, what would that be?"
"Newspapers articles, basically."
"This was a law suit wasn't it?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie looked at him, "Duh, Gordo. Rob allegedly robbed a bank. Why?"
"Well, Gordo, I was having a discussion with my father about. . ."
"You told your dad about this?!" Lizzie exclaimed, "I thought this was supposed to be a secret."
"Calm down! A doctor in my dad's building is being sued for medical fraud or something, and my dad was talking about it. He was talking about the UCLA Law Library, and was saying it has all the cases documented in some books."
"Why didn't you mention this before?"
"Well, here's the thing. Because we aren't students at UCLA, we aren't allowed in the library without a special pass."
"How do we get the pass?"
"We have to go there and talk with them about it. That's why I didn't mention it right away."
"Well, do you think we should apply for the pass?"
"It's worth a shot," Gordo said, "I mean, if you think it's a good idea."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, I definitely think that is a good idea. I don't know why we didn't think of that before."
Gordo smiled, "Well go after lunch?"
"You just ate breakfast!" Lizzie said.
"Well, by the time we are through here, it might be time to eat," Gordo said.
"Right," Lizzie said, and she shook her head, "Um, so I guess we should go to the newspaper section?"
"After you," Gordo said, and he motioned her to pass him and followed her.
Lizzie and Gordo went to the section that stored the old newspapers. No one was there, except a middle-aged man sitting at the table reading a book. He looked up from his book to look at them, and rolled his eyes, as he went back to his book. Lizzie set her bag on the table, and went to help Gordo search for the newspapers. Soon, they found the old newspapers and set the giant books on the table and opened them out.
"Okay, you take this one, and I'll take this one," Lizzie said, taking one of the books and opening it up. Gordo did the same. They were busy concentrating on their search, they didn't notice that the man who was reading his book had closed his book and was watching the two friends search.
Lizzie looked up from her search for a second to check on Gordo, but then she noticed the man watching her. She said, "hi," and then continued her search.
Lizzie's speaking to the man caused him to look at the man, and he said "hi" as well.
"Hi," the man said, and Lizzie and Gordo thought that would be the end of their encounter with the man until he said, "How old are you?"
Lizzie looked at him and said, "fourteen."
The man looked at Gordo, who said, "Same with me."
"Man, I thought school would be out by now. What are they having you work on this summer?"
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other quickly, and then Lizzie said, "Nothing. This is just an outside project we are working on."
The man looked at them, "What type of project?"
"Just a small project about the history of some crime," Lizzie said.
"Hmm. That's interesting. What crime, if you don't mind me asking?"
"A robbery," Gordo answered.
"I really don't mean to be rude when I ask you, but why would this robbery that happened in the fifties be so interesting to two people like you who should be having fun in the summertime?"
Lizzie looked at him, confused.
"I looked at the date on the newspaper. I put two and two together," he explained.
"Oh," Lizzie said, "well, it's just a project to keep us busy."
The man smiled, "Your parents must be proud. If my students were half as motivated as you two are, we would get so much more done."
"Oh, you teach?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm a college professor."
"Cool," Lizzie said.
The man looked at his watch, "Man, its past eleven and I have to be somewhere at noon. It was nice meeting you two," the man said and he got up.
"Nice meeting you too," Lizzie said.
"Yeah," Gordo said, and he waved.
The man rushed out of the library with his things.
"What was that all about?" Gordo wondered out loud.
"I don't know. I guess he was just trying to be nice."
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. It was kind of creepy if you ask me."
"Um, its not like he asked us our names or anything. He doesn't know where we live or anything."
Gordo shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe I read him wrong or something."
"You probably did, and that's okay, but now we need to focus. Keep looking!"
"Okay, okay! Yeesh!" Gordo said and he flipped a page in his newspaper books.
A few minutes later, Lizzie announced a bathroom break and said she would be back in a few minutes.
Gordo stayed with all the bags and continued searching. A few seconds after Lizzie left for the bathroom, Gordo heard Lizzie's cell phone make a noise. Gordo knew that sound. It was the sound that indicated Lizzie had a new text message on her cell phone. Gordo was curious to see what it said, and since he figured she wouldn't mind him checking, he retrieved her cell phone and checked the message.
There must be some mistake, he though. There has to be.
The message was from Larry Tudgeman!
Gordo knew he shouldn't have, but on the other hand, his curiosity was killing him. What on earth did Larry have to say to Lizzie? He had to read the message! He already missed his chance with the journal. He didn't want to miss another chance.
He waited for a few seconds. Angelic Gordo and Evil Gordo were not showing up to do anything. Not that he enjoyed his conscience, but they would at least distract him until Lizzie got back.
He did it. He opened the message. He would just tell Lizzie that he thought it might be important or something.
The text message said:
Hey Liz! What's up? Talk to me anytime. What do you want to talk about? Bye! –Larry
Was this in reply to the massage Lizzie said she left earlier? This whole thing was unclear, but he saw Lizzie walking back toward him, so he scrambled with the phone, but it was too late. Lizzie saw him. Gordo watched as she walked closer and closer.
"Gordo?" She asked, giving him a confused look, "What are you doing with my cell phone?"
"Um . . .using it," he said.
"Don't you have your own?"
"I forgot it."
"Who did you call?"
"My mom," Gordo answered.
"Oh," Lizzie said. There was silence for a few seconds, "Well, can I have it back?"
Gordo gave her a blank look.
"My cell phone, Gordo! Can I have it back?" Lizzie said impatiently.
Gordo jumped and looked at the cell phone and gave it to her, "Yeah, sorry, Lizzie," he said sheepishly, "I just told my mom I would call her."
"It's okay," Lizzie said, taking the cell phone, "let's get back to work."
"Okay," Gordo said, and he went to the newspapers, "Um, but before I forget, you have a new text message."
Lizzie looked at the screen of her cell phone, "I do? But my cell phone tells me when I have a new message. That's weird."
"Um, actually," Gordo said, "I accidentally read the message, so it's my fault."
Lizzie raised her eyebrow. "You read the message?"
"Accidentally! I swear!" he lied.
"Whatever," Lizzie said as she read pulled up the message.
She saw it was from Larry Tudgeman became nervous. What if it said something to indicate something? Oh, wait, Lizzie remembered, her message wasn't full of THAT many details.
She pulled up the message and decided to respond.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Gordo?"
"You're responding to him?"
Lizzie nodded her head. She typed, "I would like 2 talk 2 u @ it on phone, but it involves Gordo. ~Liz" She then sent the message.
"What did you say to Larry?" Gordo thought out loud.
Lizzie gave him a weird look, "Um, nothing really," she said.
"Oh," Gordo said, and he nodded his head. He couldn't believe he had just asked that.
After another hour at the library, they found a few articles mentioning the case, but nothing about the outcome.
As they were walking out of the library and heading toward lunch, Lizzie said, "You know this would make a good human interest column for the school paper."
"Since when have you decided to be on the paper?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I won't be officially on the paper. I mean I am a freshman. The assignments they give freshmen are on the level below crud. I might, however, be someone who contributes occasionally or something, though," Lizzie said.
Gordo nodded his head as if he understood, "Yeah, I suppose this would make a good human interest piece. You would probably have to interview Addy or Rob, but it would be interesting."
"Oh yeah?" Lizzie said.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"Would you read it?"
"A lot of people will read it."
Lizzie shook her head, "That's not what I meant. I meant would YOU read it?"
Gordo realized what she was asking. His mind was screaming, "of course I would read it. I will read anything your amazing hands write!" Instead, he answered, "Yeah, considering I helped you and everything."
"Yeah."
"So what's for lunch?" Gordo asked.
"What do you want?"
"Whatever is fine with me," Gordo said.
"Why don't we sit down and eat?" Lizzie suggested.
"You mean at a restaurant?"
"No, I meant the Laundromat. Of course I meant a restaurant!"
"Oh, well I didn't know if you meant fast food or a restaurant that isn't fast."
"I meant the latter. I can only eat so much fast food in a day, you know," Lizzie said.
"All you had was a diet coke," Gordo said.
"So? Are you that opposed to sitting and eating with me? Do you find me that repulsive?" Lizzie teased.
"Of course not!" Gordo said, with perhaps a little too much passion. Lizzie gave him a weird look and he blushed, "I mean, I would love to eat with you."
Silence was lingering in the air for a few moments.
"Does John's sound okay?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, that is perfect."
Gordo smiled, "Let's go then.
Gordo and Lizzie started heading to John's.
Gordo was happy to be with Lizzie, but he couldn't help but to still be thinking about Larry.
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***To be continued! Please review!***
Chapter Nine
Text Message
Lizzie and Gordo arrived at the Los Angeles library, and started researching. "What is it that we are looking for again?" Gordo asked.
"Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed, annoyed, "You are supposed to know this stuff! We went to the library before!"
"I know, but that was yesterday. Besides, it could have changed!"
Lizzie sighed, "Gordo, we are looking for any signs of Rob and Addy's past."
"So, what would that be?"
"Newspapers articles, basically."
"This was a law suit wasn't it?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie looked at him, "Duh, Gordo. Rob allegedly robbed a bank. Why?"
"Well, Gordo, I was having a discussion with my father about. . ."
"You told your dad about this?!" Lizzie exclaimed, "I thought this was supposed to be a secret."
"Calm down! A doctor in my dad's building is being sued for medical fraud or something, and my dad was talking about it. He was talking about the UCLA Law Library, and was saying it has all the cases documented in some books."
"Why didn't you mention this before?"
"Well, here's the thing. Because we aren't students at UCLA, we aren't allowed in the library without a special pass."
"How do we get the pass?"
"We have to go there and talk with them about it. That's why I didn't mention it right away."
"Well, do you think we should apply for the pass?"
"It's worth a shot," Gordo said, "I mean, if you think it's a good idea."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, I definitely think that is a good idea. I don't know why we didn't think of that before."
Gordo smiled, "Well go after lunch?"
"You just ate breakfast!" Lizzie said.
"Well, by the time we are through here, it might be time to eat," Gordo said.
"Right," Lizzie said, and she shook her head, "Um, so I guess we should go to the newspaper section?"
"After you," Gordo said, and he motioned her to pass him and followed her.
Lizzie and Gordo went to the section that stored the old newspapers. No one was there, except a middle-aged man sitting at the table reading a book. He looked up from his book to look at them, and rolled his eyes, as he went back to his book. Lizzie set her bag on the table, and went to help Gordo search for the newspapers. Soon, they found the old newspapers and set the giant books on the table and opened them out.
"Okay, you take this one, and I'll take this one," Lizzie said, taking one of the books and opening it up. Gordo did the same. They were busy concentrating on their search, they didn't notice that the man who was reading his book had closed his book and was watching the two friends search.
Lizzie looked up from her search for a second to check on Gordo, but then she noticed the man watching her. She said, "hi," and then continued her search.
Lizzie's speaking to the man caused him to look at the man, and he said "hi" as well.
"Hi," the man said, and Lizzie and Gordo thought that would be the end of their encounter with the man until he said, "How old are you?"
Lizzie looked at him and said, "fourteen."
The man looked at Gordo, who said, "Same with me."
"Man, I thought school would be out by now. What are they having you work on this summer?"
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other quickly, and then Lizzie said, "Nothing. This is just an outside project we are working on."
The man looked at them, "What type of project?"
"Just a small project about the history of some crime," Lizzie said.
"Hmm. That's interesting. What crime, if you don't mind me asking?"
"A robbery," Gordo answered.
"I really don't mean to be rude when I ask you, but why would this robbery that happened in the fifties be so interesting to two people like you who should be having fun in the summertime?"
Lizzie looked at him, confused.
"I looked at the date on the newspaper. I put two and two together," he explained.
"Oh," Lizzie said, "well, it's just a project to keep us busy."
The man smiled, "Your parents must be proud. If my students were half as motivated as you two are, we would get so much more done."
"Oh, you teach?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm a college professor."
"Cool," Lizzie said.
The man looked at his watch, "Man, its past eleven and I have to be somewhere at noon. It was nice meeting you two," the man said and he got up.
"Nice meeting you too," Lizzie said.
"Yeah," Gordo said, and he waved.
The man rushed out of the library with his things.
"What was that all about?" Gordo wondered out loud.
"I don't know. I guess he was just trying to be nice."
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. It was kind of creepy if you ask me."
"Um, its not like he asked us our names or anything. He doesn't know where we live or anything."
Gordo shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe I read him wrong or something."
"You probably did, and that's okay, but now we need to focus. Keep looking!"
"Okay, okay! Yeesh!" Gordo said and he flipped a page in his newspaper books.
A few minutes later, Lizzie announced a bathroom break and said she would be back in a few minutes.
Gordo stayed with all the bags and continued searching. A few seconds after Lizzie left for the bathroom, Gordo heard Lizzie's cell phone make a noise. Gordo knew that sound. It was the sound that indicated Lizzie had a new text message on her cell phone. Gordo was curious to see what it said, and since he figured she wouldn't mind him checking, he retrieved her cell phone and checked the message.
There must be some mistake, he though. There has to be.
The message was from Larry Tudgeman!
Gordo knew he shouldn't have, but on the other hand, his curiosity was killing him. What on earth did Larry have to say to Lizzie? He had to read the message! He already missed his chance with the journal. He didn't want to miss another chance.
He waited for a few seconds. Angelic Gordo and Evil Gordo were not showing up to do anything. Not that he enjoyed his conscience, but they would at least distract him until Lizzie got back.
He did it. He opened the message. He would just tell Lizzie that he thought it might be important or something.
The text message said:
Hey Liz! What's up? Talk to me anytime. What do you want to talk about? Bye! –Larry
Was this in reply to the massage Lizzie said she left earlier? This whole thing was unclear, but he saw Lizzie walking back toward him, so he scrambled with the phone, but it was too late. Lizzie saw him. Gordo watched as she walked closer and closer.
"Gordo?" She asked, giving him a confused look, "What are you doing with my cell phone?"
"Um . . .using it," he said.
"Don't you have your own?"
"I forgot it."
"Who did you call?"
"My mom," Gordo answered.
"Oh," Lizzie said. There was silence for a few seconds, "Well, can I have it back?"
Gordo gave her a blank look.
"My cell phone, Gordo! Can I have it back?" Lizzie said impatiently.
Gordo jumped and looked at the cell phone and gave it to her, "Yeah, sorry, Lizzie," he said sheepishly, "I just told my mom I would call her."
"It's okay," Lizzie said, taking the cell phone, "let's get back to work."
"Okay," Gordo said, and he went to the newspapers, "Um, but before I forget, you have a new text message."
Lizzie looked at the screen of her cell phone, "I do? But my cell phone tells me when I have a new message. That's weird."
"Um, actually," Gordo said, "I accidentally read the message, so it's my fault."
Lizzie raised her eyebrow. "You read the message?"
"Accidentally! I swear!" he lied.
"Whatever," Lizzie said as she read pulled up the message.
She saw it was from Larry Tudgeman became nervous. What if it said something to indicate something? Oh, wait, Lizzie remembered, her message wasn't full of THAT many details.
She pulled up the message and decided to respond.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Gordo?"
"You're responding to him?"
Lizzie nodded her head. She typed, "I would like 2 talk 2 u @ it on phone, but it involves Gordo. ~Liz" She then sent the message.
"What did you say to Larry?" Gordo thought out loud.
Lizzie gave him a weird look, "Um, nothing really," she said.
"Oh," Gordo said, and he nodded his head. He couldn't believe he had just asked that.
After another hour at the library, they found a few articles mentioning the case, but nothing about the outcome.
As they were walking out of the library and heading toward lunch, Lizzie said, "You know this would make a good human interest column for the school paper."
"Since when have you decided to be on the paper?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I won't be officially on the paper. I mean I am a freshman. The assignments they give freshmen are on the level below crud. I might, however, be someone who contributes occasionally or something, though," Lizzie said.
Gordo nodded his head as if he understood, "Yeah, I suppose this would make a good human interest piece. You would probably have to interview Addy or Rob, but it would be interesting."
"Oh yeah?" Lizzie said.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"Would you read it?"
"A lot of people will read it."
Lizzie shook her head, "That's not what I meant. I meant would YOU read it?"
Gordo realized what she was asking. His mind was screaming, "of course I would read it. I will read anything your amazing hands write!" Instead, he answered, "Yeah, considering I helped you and everything."
"Yeah."
"So what's for lunch?" Gordo asked.
"What do you want?"
"Whatever is fine with me," Gordo said.
"Why don't we sit down and eat?" Lizzie suggested.
"You mean at a restaurant?"
"No, I meant the Laundromat. Of course I meant a restaurant!"
"Oh, well I didn't know if you meant fast food or a restaurant that isn't fast."
"I meant the latter. I can only eat so much fast food in a day, you know," Lizzie said.
"All you had was a diet coke," Gordo said.
"So? Are you that opposed to sitting and eating with me? Do you find me that repulsive?" Lizzie teased.
"Of course not!" Gordo said, with perhaps a little too much passion. Lizzie gave him a weird look and he blushed, "I mean, I would love to eat with you."
Silence was lingering in the air for a few moments.
"Does John's sound okay?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, that is perfect."
Gordo smiled, "Let's go then.
Gordo and Lizzie started heading to John's.
Gordo was happy to be with Lizzie, but he couldn't help but to still be thinking about Larry.
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***To be continued! Please review!***