A/N: I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGURIE! THIS IS MY FIRST LIZZIE FIC SO DON'T GET
MAD! It will take me a while to get chapters up because I now have limited
comp. time! Report cards do that sometimes! R/R!
During dinner Lizzie couldn't help thinking about what had happened that day. And she was also thinking about what this really meant. 'So does this mean I like Gordo? Or was I just being nice because He likes me? But what if that's just what he means and he doesn't really like me?' While she was thinking Lizzie didn't realize she was just playing with her food and not eating it.
"Lizzie, don't play with your food eat it!"
'Oh no! Mom might go into her "there are starving people in China" speech!' "I'm sorry mom! I was just thinking about something."
"Well Lizzie the only thing you should be thinking about is finishing that dinner. There are starving people in China that would love to have what's on your plate because they have no food. So you should be so thankful that your father has a good job, and can get us food!"
"Yes Mom." 'Great she said "Be thankful" too! I didn't know thinking at the table was illegal!'
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At Gordo's house he was reading the paper. There was a section in it every Thursday telling you what was going on over the weekend. He came across something he found interesting.
"'The Teen Scene Night Club' Presents:
The annual end of the school year dance.
FOR 8th GRADERS ONLY! Saturday night 7-11"
'Wow! That seems cool. Maybe.. I should ask Lizzie to the dance!'
An hour went by and Gordo was still just holding the phone trying to call Lizzie.
"Why can't I call her? I've done it a million times before! Why is now any different? Because this time you're asking her to a dance, Gordo." He sighed and began to dial her number. It was ringing.
"Hello" Lizzie said.
"Hey Lizzie it's Gordo!"
"Oh, hey! What's up?" Lizzie flopped down on to her bed.
"Well, nothing much. But I wanted to ask you something."
"Ok! Shoot."
"Well there is this dance at "The Teen Scene Night Club" on Friday night. And it's for 8th grades only. And I was wondering if you would like to go with me?"
"Hmm.. I'll have to think about it I've had so many offers" They both laughed at Lizzie's comment. Gordo felt better knowing that she HADN"T been asked.
"Well I hope you find time in your busy schedule for me." They laughed again.
"Well, I've thought about it and I'm going with you! I just don't know how I'll tell Brad Pitt though." She sighed dramatically. They both laughed again.
"Well I'm sure you'll find away."
They stared having one of their normal conversations, but with out Miranda. This was going to be great.
During dinner Lizzie couldn't help thinking about what had happened that day. And she was also thinking about what this really meant. 'So does this mean I like Gordo? Or was I just being nice because He likes me? But what if that's just what he means and he doesn't really like me?' While she was thinking Lizzie didn't realize she was just playing with her food and not eating it.
"Lizzie, don't play with your food eat it!"
'Oh no! Mom might go into her "there are starving people in China" speech!' "I'm sorry mom! I was just thinking about something."
"Well Lizzie the only thing you should be thinking about is finishing that dinner. There are starving people in China that would love to have what's on your plate because they have no food. So you should be so thankful that your father has a good job, and can get us food!"
"Yes Mom." 'Great she said "Be thankful" too! I didn't know thinking at the table was illegal!'
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At Gordo's house he was reading the paper. There was a section in it every Thursday telling you what was going on over the weekend. He came across something he found interesting.
"'The Teen Scene Night Club' Presents:
The annual end of the school year dance.
FOR 8th GRADERS ONLY! Saturday night 7-11"
'Wow! That seems cool. Maybe.. I should ask Lizzie to the dance!'
An hour went by and Gordo was still just holding the phone trying to call Lizzie.
"Why can't I call her? I've done it a million times before! Why is now any different? Because this time you're asking her to a dance, Gordo." He sighed and began to dial her number. It was ringing.
"Hello" Lizzie said.
"Hey Lizzie it's Gordo!"
"Oh, hey! What's up?" Lizzie flopped down on to her bed.
"Well, nothing much. But I wanted to ask you something."
"Ok! Shoot."
"Well there is this dance at "The Teen Scene Night Club" on Friday night. And it's for 8th grades only. And I was wondering if you would like to go with me?"
"Hmm.. I'll have to think about it I've had so many offers" They both laughed at Lizzie's comment. Gordo felt better knowing that she HADN"T been asked.
"Well I hope you find time in your busy schedule for me." They laughed again.
"Well, I've thought about it and I'm going with you! I just don't know how I'll tell Brad Pitt though." She sighed dramatically. They both laughed again.
"Well I'm sure you'll find away."
They stared having one of their normal conversations, but with out Miranda. This was going to be great.