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A/N: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, or anything associated with it. Sorry it took so long, but here's chapter 3!
Lizzie was up in her room Saturday night getting ready to head out with Gordo. She kept having an underlying thought stuck in her head.
'Is this a date, or is this just two friends going out together on a Saturday night to have a good time. And what if it isn't? What if I'm the only one of us who's thinking this? What is Gordo is thinking this too? What does that mean? Just clam down, Lizzie. After all it's only Gordo, or is it...?'
After a few more minuets Lizzie's mother came upstairs, and knocked at her door.
"Lizzie, Gordo's here."
Mrs. McGuire hears Lizzie give off a little groan, and used that as her cue to go in her room.
"Lizzie, what wrong? You and Gordo have always been such good friends."
"I know, Mom. I'm just kind of confused right now. I don't know what to think about all this."
"What do you mean by 'all this', Lizzie?"
Lizzie told her mother everything she was thinking about before Gordo got there. When she was finished Lizzie's mother nodded her head in understanding.
"Lizzie, it's ok to feel like this when you and a friend start to like each other a little bit as more than friends. You two just go out, and have fun. Try not to worry about what it's labeled and things like that! Ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah, thanks Mom."
Lizzie went downstairs, and outside. She walked to the end of her driveway, and got into Gordo's mother's car. She buckled her seat belt, and they were off.
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A/N: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, or anything associated with it. Sorry it took so long, but here's chapter 3!
Lizzie was up in her room Saturday night getting ready to head out with Gordo. She kept having an underlying thought stuck in her head.
'Is this a date, or is this just two friends going out together on a Saturday night to have a good time. And what if it isn't? What if I'm the only one of us who's thinking this? What is Gordo is thinking this too? What does that mean? Just clam down, Lizzie. After all it's only Gordo, or is it...?'
After a few more minuets Lizzie's mother came upstairs, and knocked at her door.
"Lizzie, Gordo's here."
Mrs. McGuire hears Lizzie give off a little groan, and used that as her cue to go in her room.
"Lizzie, what wrong? You and Gordo have always been such good friends."
"I know, Mom. I'm just kind of confused right now. I don't know what to think about all this."
"What do you mean by 'all this', Lizzie?"
Lizzie told her mother everything she was thinking about before Gordo got there. When she was finished Lizzie's mother nodded her head in understanding.
"Lizzie, it's ok to feel like this when you and a friend start to like each other a little bit as more than friends. You two just go out, and have fun. Try not to worry about what it's labeled and things like that! Ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah, thanks Mom."
Lizzie went downstairs, and outside. She walked to the end of her driveway, and got into Gordo's mother's car. She buckled her seat belt, and they were off.