DISCLAIMER: Puh-Leez. If I own Lizzie McGuire and Co., then why would I be writing in fanfiction? Common sense, people!!! Ü


Ooh... I gots an idea... Lizzie's thoughts (italics) could be Toon Lizzie! It sorta works. Ü


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Friends Forever


*BEEP! BEEP!*

OHHH YEAH.

The two of them woke with a start, with Gordo wiping his drool with his sleeve.

"Gordo!! My parents are home! Hang on... did you drool on me?" asked Lizzie, checking her hair.

"No way! Did I?" Gordo asked, checking. Her hair is so smooth.... STOP THAT!!!!!

"Gordo, are you okay?" asked Lizzie, blushing. His hands are so warm... SNAP OUT OF IT, GIRL!

"Uh... I think I'd better be going." said Gordo, gathering up his things while Lizzie ws folding the blanket that they used.

"Yeah. I'll see you to the door." said Lizzie, misstepping every now and then because of the just-woke-up-clumsiness. They open the door, and right at that moment, they see Mr. and Mrs. McGuire right there, about to open the door.

"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire." and with that, Gordo left.

"Hey Mom, Dad!" said Lizzie, giving each of them a peck on the cheek. "I'm kinda sleepy," NOT! "so I'll just go to bed, 'kay? Night!!

"Night, Honey!" said Mrs. McGuire. Lizzie casually strolled over to the couch, picked up the blanket, ran to her room, and closed the door.


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WHAT ARE YOU DOING? thought Lizzie, giving herself a mental slap. GORDO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND! YOU SO CAN'T LIKE HIM! But the other side of her is stubborn and likes putting up a fight. Uh, yeah, doof. He's a BOY and he's your FRIEND! Don't tell me you can't add!! You know you like him! Then the other side goes, Why don't we keep it that way, then? WITH A SPACE IN THE MIDDLE??? He's your best friend. Do you really want to ruin that?

WHATEVER.

She unknowingly picked up the blanket from the couch, the one that she and Gordo used, and snuggling under it was a very confused Lizzie, still lost in her own thoughts.


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Gordo was walking to his house from Lizzie's.

Oh-kaaay.... What just happened back there? I drool on Lizzie and now I like her as more than a friend? There's something wrong here. BUT NO WAY CAN I LIKE HER AS MORE THAN A FRIEND!! That lunch thing was already embarassing! She's my best friend. No way, no how. Nuh-uh. Not happening.

He was lost in his own thoughts, that he didn't realize that he was just standing there on his front porch mumbling to himself. He gave himself a little mental shake, then rang the doorbell. His mom answered. "Ah... fell asleep, did you?"

As if it wasn't so obvious. Bleary eyed, yawning, hair ruffled, one side of his face is red from where he slept, I mean, this kid is screaming "Just-Woke-Up"!!

"And David, honey," said his Mom. "go brush your teeth when you get upstairs, hm?" But the only reply she got was a sleepy mumbled mumble from Gordo. (How does that grab you? "mumbled mumble"! hehe)

Gordo marches up the stairs by twos, lost in his own thoughts. No way can I like Lizzie! I mean, DUH! BEST FRIEND, DUH!! How come you don't like Miranda then, huh? She's your best friend, too! There. YOU. CAN'T. LIKE. LIZZIE. It's just not possible. It's not the natural order of things. Nope. I like her. Yes. BUT AS A FRIEND. She's my best friend! I don't want to destroy that.

WHATEVER

After getting ready for bed, AND brushing his teeth, as his mom has lovingly told him to (yeah, right), he was just staring at the ceiling. Thinking... and thinking... and thinking.... until he finally fell asleep.


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Lizzie thought she wasn't sleepy. She just woke up from a nap. A nice one! But those thoughts are way too dizzying for her to deal with, and she finally fell asleep. STILL snuggled under the blanket.


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Miranda finally got home, and plopped down on her bed. She got out her pen and diary, and started jotting down her thoughts. The heading was something like this:

I'M GOING TO THE DANCE WITH ETHAN!! I'M GOING TO THE DANCE WITH ETHAN!! I'M GOING TO THE DANCE WITH ETHAN!!

You get the point. The rest continues as follows:

I'm going to the dance with Ethan!! He asked me out! (With a bit of help from... well... *ahem* Different story)

On to a different topic... Just HOW clueless are Lizzie and Gordo? They like each other, DUH. Everyone knows that!! Maybe except for Lizzie and Gordo... Coaxing Gordo to ask her out today was just the first step! It obviously didn't go exactly as planned, but I guess it was okay. I got gunk all over me, but it was okay.

I, Miranda Sanchez, SO vow to get them together, even if it's the last thing I do!! Like, duh! They are so meant to be together. They don't know it yet, but everyone else does! Hm... what's my next plan? They're already going to the dance together. Whatever, I'll just sleep on it.

"Miranda, you need anything, sweetie?" asked her Mom, peeping in from the doorway.

"Um," said Miranda, quickly closing her diary and hiding it under her pillow. "I'm good, Ma! Night! See you tomorrow!"

"If you say so!! Goodnight, hija!" said her mom, and blew her a kiss.

Miranda returned the flying kiss, and turned on the lamp on her bedside table at the same time her mom turned off the light. The one attatched to the ceiling, I mean.

She got out her diary from under her pillow, and wrote:

I guess that's it for now... I'm getting *yawn* sleepy. Night!!

Amd with that, she switched off her lamp, pulled a blanket over her, and fell asleep.


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All their dreams that night had one thing in common: Lizzie and Gordo getting together.



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