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Chapter Ten
Familiar Faces
Lizzie and Gordo sat down at John's and started talking.
"I never thought I would have so much fun," Lizzie said, then she ate an onion ring.
"What do you mean?" Gordo asked.
"Well," Lizzie said, as she struggled for an answer that she thought would be appropriate, "I mean, I thought once Italy was over, I would just be so bored, but I was wrong." Lizzie smiled at Gordo.
"Yeah," Gordo said and he debated about saying the next comment, but said it anyway, "And once Larry comes back, I am sure it will even add to the fun."
Lizzie was taken aback by this comment, "What do you mean by that?"
Gordo was kicking himself for saying it, "Um, nothing, I mean, then you can hang out with more people, you know, like Larry."
Lizzie felt hurt by that. Not only did she feel hurt, but she also felt confused. Was Gordo trying to get rid of her? "Um, I guess you are right," Lizzie said, not showing much enthusiasm.
Lizzie looked at him weirdly, and Gordo noticed this, "What?! I am just saying that since you and Larry seem to be good friends or whatever, once he is back, you will have a lot to catch up on with him."
"What makes you think he is such a good friend? I mean, we are friends, but he isn't the type of person I would be calling up on a Friday to see if he wanted to go do something," Lizzie said.
"He isn't?" Gordo asked, sounding a little surprised, "Then what are those phone calls all about?"
Lizzie felt herself blushing, "That is a little personal, don't you think."
Gordo realized how nosy he was being, "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I guess I am scared of losing you as a friend."
Lizzie put her hand over his to try and comfort him, "It's okay. I guess I know what you mean. I get scared that one day you, me and Miranda are going to run out of adventures and just get bored of each other."
"You do?"
Lizzie smiled, "Yeah. I think we all do, especially now that we are going to high school and dealing with a whole bunch of new people," Lizzie laughed a little, "I get scared that you will find new friends and forget all about me."
"I feel the same way about you. I think that we can make it, though. Don't you?" Gordo said, and he smiled.
Lizzie smiled back, "Friendship will keep us together for as long as we live."
Although Gordo felt a little better, he still felt like the whole thing with Larry was unsettling. He didn't want to ask Lizzie again, so he figured he could probably call Larry about it later.
After they finished eating at John's, they headed to the University of California at Los Angeles to see about visiting the law library. They visited the law building and went to the front desk and waited in line.
After a few minutes, the lady behind the counter was ready for them, "How may I help you?" she asked.
"Um," Gordo said, "We want to see about visiting the library."
"Do you have a pass?"
"No," Gordo said. This woman was starting to make him feel nervous.
"Why do you need to use the library? For school?"
"No. For research."
"Research for what?"
"On an old trial," Lizzie said.
"What is this research for?"
Gordo and Lizzie looked at each other. They didn't know how to answer this.
"It's hard to explain," Gordo said.
"Well, I am sorry, but unless you have a good reason, I cannot supply you with a pass."
"What if I gave them authorization?" A voice said, from behind.
Gordo and Lizzie turned around abruptly, to see the man they saw in the library earlier that day.
"Do you know this young man and woman, Bob?"
The man smiled at them, "I guess you could say that," he said to the woman."
The woman sighed, "Okay, but they are your responsibility."
The man looked at them and nodded his head, "I trust them."
"Okay," the woman said, and two minutes later they were handed passes. The man waited and walked them to the library.
"Fancy meeting you two here. Was the regular library not working out?"
"No," Lizzie said, "You didn't tell us you worked here."
"Well, I didn't know you planned on coming here. Let me properly introduce myself. I am Professor Bob Jones. I am the head of the environmental law department here."
"I am Lizzie McGuire."
"I am David Gordon."
"Nice to meet you Lizzie and David. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get to class, but if you need any help, I am in room 106. If you want to check out anything, though, see me because I have to authorize it.
"Okay, thanks!" Lizzie said, and they walked down to the end of the hall to the library. On the walls to the left and right of them were names and pictures of professors. Lizzie and Gordo were looking at the pictures. When they were about ten feet away from the library, Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks.
"What is it?"
Lizzie was looking at the wall, "What did that professor say his name was?"
"Um, Bob, I think. Why?"
Lizzie pointed to a picture on the wall, "Look."
Gordo looked, and sure enough, there was a black and white picture of the professor that was helping them, with his name and title underneath the picture. The name read, "Professor Robert Bailey Jones III, Head Professor of Environmental Law."
"I don't think we have to go to the library after all, Gordo."
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Chapter Ten
Familiar Faces
Lizzie and Gordo sat down at John's and started talking.
"I never thought I would have so much fun," Lizzie said, then she ate an onion ring.
"What do you mean?" Gordo asked.
"Well," Lizzie said, as she struggled for an answer that she thought would be appropriate, "I mean, I thought once Italy was over, I would just be so bored, but I was wrong." Lizzie smiled at Gordo.
"Yeah," Gordo said and he debated about saying the next comment, but said it anyway, "And once Larry comes back, I am sure it will even add to the fun."
Lizzie was taken aback by this comment, "What do you mean by that?"
Gordo was kicking himself for saying it, "Um, nothing, I mean, then you can hang out with more people, you know, like Larry."
Lizzie felt hurt by that. Not only did she feel hurt, but she also felt confused. Was Gordo trying to get rid of her? "Um, I guess you are right," Lizzie said, not showing much enthusiasm.
Lizzie looked at him weirdly, and Gordo noticed this, "What?! I am just saying that since you and Larry seem to be good friends or whatever, once he is back, you will have a lot to catch up on with him."
"What makes you think he is such a good friend? I mean, we are friends, but he isn't the type of person I would be calling up on a Friday to see if he wanted to go do something," Lizzie said.
"He isn't?" Gordo asked, sounding a little surprised, "Then what are those phone calls all about?"
Lizzie felt herself blushing, "That is a little personal, don't you think."
Gordo realized how nosy he was being, "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I guess I am scared of losing you as a friend."
Lizzie put her hand over his to try and comfort him, "It's okay. I guess I know what you mean. I get scared that one day you, me and Miranda are going to run out of adventures and just get bored of each other."
"You do?"
Lizzie smiled, "Yeah. I think we all do, especially now that we are going to high school and dealing with a whole bunch of new people," Lizzie laughed a little, "I get scared that you will find new friends and forget all about me."
"I feel the same way about you. I think that we can make it, though. Don't you?" Gordo said, and he smiled.
Lizzie smiled back, "Friendship will keep us together for as long as we live."
Although Gordo felt a little better, he still felt like the whole thing with Larry was unsettling. He didn't want to ask Lizzie again, so he figured he could probably call Larry about it later.
After they finished eating at John's, they headed to the University of California at Los Angeles to see about visiting the law library. They visited the law building and went to the front desk and waited in line.
After a few minutes, the lady behind the counter was ready for them, "How may I help you?" she asked.
"Um," Gordo said, "We want to see about visiting the library."
"Do you have a pass?"
"No," Gordo said. This woman was starting to make him feel nervous.
"Why do you need to use the library? For school?"
"No. For research."
"Research for what?"
"On an old trial," Lizzie said.
"What is this research for?"
Gordo and Lizzie looked at each other. They didn't know how to answer this.
"It's hard to explain," Gordo said.
"Well, I am sorry, but unless you have a good reason, I cannot supply you with a pass."
"What if I gave them authorization?" A voice said, from behind.
Gordo and Lizzie turned around abruptly, to see the man they saw in the library earlier that day.
"Do you know this young man and woman, Bob?"
The man smiled at them, "I guess you could say that," he said to the woman."
The woman sighed, "Okay, but they are your responsibility."
The man looked at them and nodded his head, "I trust them."
"Okay," the woman said, and two minutes later they were handed passes. The man waited and walked them to the library.
"Fancy meeting you two here. Was the regular library not working out?"
"No," Lizzie said, "You didn't tell us you worked here."
"Well, I didn't know you planned on coming here. Let me properly introduce myself. I am Professor Bob Jones. I am the head of the environmental law department here."
"I am Lizzie McGuire."
"I am David Gordon."
"Nice to meet you Lizzie and David. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get to class, but if you need any help, I am in room 106. If you want to check out anything, though, see me because I have to authorize it.
"Okay, thanks!" Lizzie said, and they walked down to the end of the hall to the library. On the walls to the left and right of them were names and pictures of professors. Lizzie and Gordo were looking at the pictures. When they were about ten feet away from the library, Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks.
"What is it?"
Lizzie was looking at the wall, "What did that professor say his name was?"
"Um, Bob, I think. Why?"
Lizzie pointed to a picture on the wall, "Look."
Gordo looked, and sure enough, there was a black and white picture of the professor that was helping them, with his name and title underneath the picture. The name read, "Professor Robert Bailey Jones III, Head Professor of Environmental Law."
"I don't think we have to go to the library after all, Gordo."
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***Sorry this was so short, but I thought that would be a perfect way to end this chapter. Please review. L/G will happen soon, I promise***