DISCLAIMER: I own... stuff! Lotsa stuff!!! Lotsa lotsa stuff!!! (I wish) Just not Lizzie McGuire.



Friends Forever


LUNCH!! Finally!! Our trio now goes to the locker after second period, and they stay there chit-chatting while waiting for Ethan to pick Miranda up.

"So, you guys are finally getting together. Nice!" said Miranda.

"Well, we're not fighting, I think I'd call that 'getting together'." said Lizzie.

"Doof! I mean getting together getting together!"

"YOU. MIRANDA SANCHEZ. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'FINALLY'?" said Gordo, half-shouting.

"You two had that little "thing" going on since, like, I-have-no-idea-when! Y'know, that thing!"

"Miranda, what thing? We've known each other since forever... WHAT THING?!?" now it's Lizzie's turn to do the half-shouting. Don't you just love it when people take things in turn?

"Hey, 'zup, man?" Does this guy REALLY need an intro? Why, it's ETHAN CRAFT!!

"H-h-hey, E-ethan!" stuttered Miranda.

"Yo, dudes, let's go grab some food! I'm kinda hungry."

And so the four of them walked down to the cafeteria, and picked their tables. They each picked separate tables, yes, but separate tables beside each other. Y'know. Just in case.

"So..." said Gordo.

"So... um, what's up?

"Well, I have a date for the dance!" he grinned.

"REALLY now! with a mock look of shock on her face. "I wonder who?"

"I think you know her. Blonde, say... your height..."

"Oh yeah... she sounds familiar. But I just can't put my finger on it.

They couldn't help it anymore. They just laughed.

Lizzie just realized something. Then she looked over to Miranda and Ethan's table. "Gordo, this is lunch period, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Okay... what do you do during Lunch?"

"Eat?

"Good... and what do we eat?"

And suddenly, realization spread on Gordo's face. "Food! Okay, you go ahead, while I save this table. Then when you're back, I'll go get mine."

"Sounds like a plan! I'll go with Miranda."

Lizzie got up, went to the next table and tapped Miranda on the shoulder. You could see a little blush forming on her cheeks, as she excused herself from Ethan.

The two of them went inside the Canteen building, and went in line to get their food. There was something that I think used to be a cow, some difigured thing that they call 'macaroni', and your choice of green slime masquerading as Jello or Tapioca pudding that looked as if it were to come alive any second. Creepy.

"So," said Lizzie, picking up the deformed cow, "what were you and Ethan talking about?"

"Not so much of a 'we'," said Miranda, picking up the 'macaroni'. "Ethan was talking about how to do his hair for the dance. And what outfit to wear."

"A boyfriend with a sense of style!" Pickin' up the Jello.

"How bout you and Gordo?" Tapioca.

They paid for their food, then the two of them were walking back to their tables. "Did you know that Gordo has a date for the dance?"

"OH, REALLY NOW? Who?" Miranda said, close to giggles.

"I think you know her. Gordo described her as blonde, and about my height."

"Hahaha!"

"Let's hurry it up. The guys are waiting."

They walked faster until...

"WHOA!!" Lizzie tripped on a leg of a table, and all of her food went flying into the air. Into Miranda. *SPLAT!*

Miranda was covered in brown and green gook. Not exactly flattering. No... flattering is on one end of the spectrum, and where Miranda is, is on the other end. WAY WAAAAAAAY on the other end. Eww.

"Oh, my gosh, Miranda, I AM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!"

"I... am covered..." Miranda wipes some off the gook off her face. "in... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS!!!!! This is the ultimate in GROSS!!!

Gordo rushed over to help Lizzie clean Miranda off while a circle of students were forming around them.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Lizzie just kept mumbling that in her high pitched voice. Y'know, the quiet one that almost becomes all squeaky? That one.

"Hey, don't worry about it!" Miranda said. "We have PE next, remember? I brought extra clothes."

"Are you sure Miranda?" asked Gordo. "I could go now and ask for a phone slip so we can call your house for extra clothes."

"No, really. That's ok. I'll just change into my Gym uniform. Lunch is halfway over, anyway."

Then Lizzie, Gordo, and Ethan scream all together... "HALFWAY OVER?!"

What a poor sense of time these people have... "Yeah. We hung out by the lockers for about 15 minutes."

"Miranda, you want me to accompany you to the girls' room to change? asked Lizzie.

"That's okay. I think I can manange. See you in a bit." Then she got up and headed for the lockers to get her extra clothes.

"That was sooo embarrassing, Gordo!"

"For, uh, you or for her?"

Lizzie thwaked him on the head. "How about if I stay behind instead of you?" asked Lizzie.

"And... I think I'll get your lunch instead. So it's the brown and green stuff?"

"Yup! Thanks!"

So Lizzie waited... and waited... And then Matt arrived.

***

"MATT?!?! What are you doing here?" asked an obviously shocked Lizzie.

"I came here to ADORE you, O GREAT SISTER OF MINE. Mom asked me to give you something."

Lizzie could see something poking out behind Matt's back. But she couldn't quite make out what it is.

"Well?" said Lizzie, annoyed.

"Well, WHAT?"

"What did Mom send you for?"

"To give you something."

"And WHAT are you going to give me?"

"Something!" Matt was grinning mischevously from ear to ear.

"Are you going to show them to me?"

"Yup."

"Anytime today?

"Maybe... Why?"

"AAARGH!!" Lizzie leaned over and fell off her chair.

***

"Lizzie, are you okay? Lizzie? Are you there?? You're food's here." Someone was gently slapping her awake. "You fell."

"Gordo? What are you doing here? Where's Matt?"

"Matt? If I'm not mistaken, he was, and still IS at his school."

"No! He was here!! Mom sent him! Something she wanted to give me."

"Lizzie, I think you fell asleep. Again. You were talking in your sleep."

"Oh man! How long has it been?" asked Lizzie, standing up.

"Five.. maybe 10 minutes. The lunch line was pretty long. We have 20 minutes to eat!"

"What?? Let's get going!"

They headed back to their tables and ate. Gordo's was the Macaroni and Jello.

"Hey, wait a minute, Gordo. Where's Miranda?"

"I saw her on my way here. She should be here by now."

As if on cue, Miranda arrived. Changed, yes. Clean, yes. But with a little hint of the smell of beef.

"Yo! Miranda!" said Ethan, waving his hand up in the air. "Over here!"

Miranda walked over, her tray still there beside Ethan. She slipped over, and started to eat.

Lizzie looked over to Miranda and mouthed, "You okay?"

Miranda replied with a nod and a smile. Lizzie felt a little more eased and smiled back.

"So," Lizzie said, turning to Gordo. "You said that I was talking in my sleep. What did I say? AND WHY AM I SO SLEEPY TODAY?!"

"I can't answer your "sleepy" question, except for maybe Miranda and me waking you up, but you were sorta screaming. Like the way you do with Matt."

"That's because it WAS Matt! He was going to show me something that Mom sent him over to show, but he wouldn't! I leaned over, and that's when I fell!"

"Okaaay... Remind me not to ask about what you're dreaming about. They kinda freak me out." said Gordo, taking a sip of his soda.

"Whatever, Gordo. I just wish I knew what that was? Maybe I'm... PSYCHIC! Maybe that dream was real!"

"Yeah... whatever. Why don't we just... eat?"

"Okay. Wait... when's the dance again?"

"Hm?" said Gordo, his mouth full of food. Boy, does he eat fast! Then he took a big swallow before answering. "It's in about two weeks. I think next next Friday."

"Thanks."

"Hey," said Gordo, looking over at Miranda and Ethan's table. "What d'ya think they're talking about?"

"As far I can tell..." said Lizzie, squinting. "Still how Ethan's wearing his hair for the dance."

The two of them giggled. "So what are you going to wear for the dance, Gordo?"

"Clothes."

"Thank goodness for that. What kind of clothes? Doof."

"What did you call me, what was that again? LIZZARD?"

"You DO know that I've spilled food once, I'm not afraid to do it again!" said Lizzie, threatening her glass of soda. (I THINK it's soda.)

"Fine, fine, fine. I dunno. What are YOU going to wear?

"Clothes."

"What KIND of clothes, LIZZARD?"

"Oh, I don't know, DAVID. Why don't we just stop this pointless conversation, huh?"

"Fine, fine whatever. It's almost - "

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!*

"-time." he said, then sighed. "Let's go."

They got up, went over to Miranda and Ethan, and went over to their lockers.

Well, THAT was interesting.

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My thanks to Cookie Monster for the suggestion that the food fall on Miranda. And a BIG thanks to the reviewers. You just made writing a bit more fun!