DISCLAIMER: Yup, I own Lizzie McGuire. NOT! What, you thought I did? Ü Please, please review.
Lizzie climbs onto the bus and then hears someone call her.
"Lizzie!"
"Oh, hey Miranda. ETHAN?!"
Ethan is sitting beside Miranda, and on the bench in front of her is Gordo saving her a seat. "Over here, Lizzie!" said Gordo, waving his hand in the air, and patting the seat with the other one.
"Thanks." she said sliding on the bench. "So what's new between your stop," points to Miranda, "your stop," points to Gordo, "and mine?" points to herself.
"Oh, nothing much." said Miranda. Little spots of whatnots here and there."
"Like...?" said Lizzie eagerly
"Oh, nothing. I HAVE A DATE FOR THE DANCE!!!!"
"Wow! Who? Who? WHO?!?!?!"
And then Gordo goes, in his Gordo way, "You sound like an owl. It's Ethan."
Ethan looks up from his magazine. "Someone call me?" He looked around, shrugged, and went back to reading the magazine.
"Thanks for ruining the moment, Gordo!" said Miranda. "Anyway, Ethan asked me today." Ethan put his head up, shrugged, looked down at the magazine again. The routine. "Just here in the bus! I couldn't talk until Gordo nudged me REALLY hard in the ribs with his elbow."
"You're welcome."
"Anyway, Lizzie, what's new with you?"
"Between 6.00 and now? Nothing, really. Oh wait! Matt wet the bed."
"What?! Really?!" said Gordo and Miranda together.
"No. There's nothing, really. What's new with you?" Lizzie said, turning to Gordo.
"Nothing. Hey, Lizzie, um, do... are you... um..."
"Yeah, Gordo?"
"Um... never mind. Maybe later."
All of a sudden, a bus pulled to a sudden stop.
"OW!" said Lizzie as she hit her head.
"Sorry kids," said the bus driver. "There was a turtle in the way. Move along there little turtle!"
"Lizzie," said Gordo, after righting himself. "are you okay?" Then pulls her close.
"Yeah, I think I'm okay." She said dusting herself off as Miranda was helped up by Ethan.
"Little turtie's all gone now!" said the bus driver, then started the bus.
" I think I'll just rest a bit. Sit down. And breathe." said Lizzie.
"What, poor little Lizzie can't take a bus ride to school? Do you still need your mommy to drive you?" said Kate.
["Kate. Great. Like falling down in front of the whole school isn't bad enough."] (then Toon Lizzie falls down on to the top of the bench)
"Yeah, like YOU didn't fall!" said Miranda. "And I got ETHAN CRAFT! Oh, and who caught you? Is that, *gasp!* yes it is! It's Tudgeman!!! Ding, ding, ding!! What do we have for her, Johnny?" Well, THAT seemed to quiet her.
["Go Miranda!" (waving one of those flags for baseball)]
The rest of the ride went on uneventfully until...
"Hey, Lizzie, you do have a date for the dance?"
"Huh?!" What?! "Oh, um, no, I don't. Why?"
"Well, um, I was, well," Ah, Gordo's 'Stuttering-Because-I'm-About-To-Ask-Someone-Out-And-That-Someone-Is-Lizzie' phase. One of his many, ahem, talents. "I was, um, wondering if... " he's now talking to his shoes. They're black. Hey, wait, is that a zit on my face? "Well... you would go to the dance with me?"
"Um, yeah, sure! I think that'll be cool! It's a date." said Lizzie, smiling.
A big sigh of relief swept over Gordo's face. The worst was over. Miranda apparently didn't notice because she was staring into Ethan's eyes. They're so blue! And sparkling, and bright, and, and, intellectual! Wait... is he reading that magazine upside-down?
They still had at least 10 more stops, so Lizzie had a little shut-eye. Leaning on Gordo's shoulder. Miranda didn't really mind, but Larry and Kate were giving them "The Look".
"Lizzie," Gordo was shaking her awake. "Lizzie, wake up!"
"Lizzie raised up her head. "Hm?"
"Well, we're almost there, and, um," he continued in a whisper, "my shoulder's wet. You've been drooling."
"What?" said Lizzie, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "Oh, sorry." Then she looked down on Gordo's shoulder and saw a wet spot that looked like a whale. Huh?
*BAM!*
And then, there was smoke. "Sorry, guys. The car stalled. We'll be here for a while. The nearest station is about 2 miles back. I'll have to hoof it. Are you guys going to be okay?" asked the bus driver.
And, as one, the whole bus went, "YEAH!!!"
"If you're sure. I'll go now. Just... don't panic, okay?" Oh, now SHE'S panicking. "Close all the doors, leave the windows open a notch, keep a low profile, don't want to call attention to anyone... well, not nice... that you're here, and if you need me, I have my phone, okay?"
"OKAY!" What does it take for this lady to leave?
And after long last, she finally left. Then someone from the back shouted, "PARTY TIME!!!" And before long, the bus was a total wreck. There was a small food fight with some people's packed lunches, music playing from a boombox that someone brought along, people dancing and shouting, and all that. From outside, you could see the bus rocking!
"GUYS, STOP!" said Miranda standing up on her seat. Lizzie fell asleep again. On Gordo's shoulder. Not like he minded. Ü "WHEN MADAM BUSDRIVER COMES BACK (What IS her name?), SHE'S GOING TO SEE THIS MESS WE MADE AND WE ARE ALL GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"
Everyone murmured in agreement, though they didn't really want to stop the fun. Kate gave her a look and mumbled something that sounded like "killjoy" but went on cleaning anyway. Before long, the bus was back to normal. But with an unusual number of trash tucked in between the seats. Not like anyone really cares. Two minutes later, Miss BusDriver came back.
"Kids, all I gotta do is put the water in the tank, and add a bit of gas, then we're all set. You're all excused from being late for class. I talked to your principal, and he says not to worry." Then she went outside to work on the car.
Lizzie woke up. There was another wet spot on Gordo's shoulder. Now it looked like an umbrella (It's the magic spit!)
"Gordo, what happened?"
"Nothing. The busdriver's back. We're on the road in a few minutes. And now I have an umbrella on my shoulder."
"Whoops! I'm sorry Gordo!" Then she looks behind her at Miranda and Ethan. They were both reading magazines, but Ethan's was upside-down.
Gordo saw where Lizzie was looking, and said, "Geez, what is up with that guy?" Then he reaches over to Ethan, grabs the magazine, ("Hey! Gordon!") then turns it right-side-up.
"Oh that's why! I thought it was some sort of alien language!"
Gordo just rolled his eyes. "What does Miranda see in that guy?"
Just then, the busdriver came back. Looking dirty, oily, and wet, but otherwise okay. "Guys, we're ready to go!" And within ten minutes, they were all at school. 45 minutes late, yes, but they made it, safe and sound. "Hurry to your classes!!"
The three of them had the same classes for the day, so they went to their lockers, straightened up their things, and went into their Math Classroom
And all together now, "Mr. Dig?!"
"Good morning, Miss McGuire, Miss Sanchez, Mister Gordon. Take a seat! And as I was saying, today, we're going to study..."
*RIIIIIIIIIIING!!!*
The three of them walked out of the classroom, and headed straight for their lockers.
"Great," said Lizzie. "Mrs. Stebel next. We're SURE to enjoy that. Ugh."
"I know." said Miranda. "And she always makes us do those dorky little plays where we have to "use correct grammar". Miranda does an imitation. 'And your topic Ms Sanchez, is... rap! Now go on, dear, do your best!' There has got to be something wrong with that lady."
"Yeah. Anyway, guys, we have to get going. We don't want to miss 'Ms Sanchez' do her perfect little rap!" said Gordo.
The class just seemed to drag on by for Gordo. The next period was lunch! What can I talk about with Lizzie? What can I say? 'Nice Weather we're having'? This isn't good. But it is! But it's not. But it is! Great.
LUNCH!
