Nope, I don't own Lizzie
~~ lazy I'm American XeroAtellix~~ I am so happy you like my story. I have nothing against Lizzie, but sometimes the stories focus on her waaay too much but hell, it is Lizzie McGuire. Oh well. I'm sorry about the symbols. I'm going to try your advice. It shouldn't be long till it's ok now. I hope this chapter doesn't come out like that.
Those of you who responded, but your names are not up here, I'm sorry. I must not have received your review yet.
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The next day, Lizzie woke up feeling that she did the right thing. She knew that if she met a guy, it wouldn't be fair to Gordo. She had no regrets. Gordo on the other hand, felt miserable. He was willing to try Miranda's plan but didn't think it would work. He was barely out of bed when his doorbell rang. His parents still weren't home so he got up to answer in his boxers. There stood Miranda. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap top that exposed her midriff, green camouflage pants, and black combat boots. She had her hair up in a feisty way and just took off her sunglasses.
"What are you doing here so early and since when did the combat boots come into fashion?" he asked
"Well, I thought we could leave early, get a bite to eat at McDonalds at the airport, then go over the Lizzie thing. Oh, I've always had the combat boots."
"Sure sounds like a good idea. Come in." 'Wow, I think that hanging out with Lizzie so often has blinded me of other things. I never remember Miranda dressing so.so.different, but in a good way,' thought Gordo.
Gordo quickly got ready to get to the airport. They went to McDonalds and both ordered a Flurry. Then they went and sat on the seats at the gate Lizzie was leaving at. They talked for a bit and Miranda was preparing Gordo for the Lizzie task. Finally she arrived. She said her good byes to Miranda. Gordo took Lizzie aside while Miranda watched their body language from afar.
"Lizzie, I'm going to miss you." Said Gordo.
"Me too."
He went in to give her a hug and kiss her. As soon as he placed his lips on hers she pulled back and gave him a look to kill.
"Good bye Gordo." With that she walked away into the aircraft.
So there stood Gordo. Miserable. He hadn't moved since she left. His eyes just stared into the now empty tunnel leading to the aircraft. Miranda walked over to him.
"Gordo, are you ok?" She got no response. He just looked at her like a child who just lost their dog.
"It'll be ok." She gave him a hug and with her hand on his shoulder she led him out to her car.
Miranda's parents were out of town until December. They went to go and visit family in Mexico and also because Mirada's Tia Marcella wasn't doing too good health wise. So Miranda took Gordo back to her place. She was planning on burning some CDs and did not feel like leaving Gordo alone at a time like this. She took him up to her room where her computer was. Her bed had black covers with red dragons and Chinese writing all over it. Almost like her car except her car was black and had flames coming from the front. He went straight for her bed and sat down while she took a seat on her computer chair. He started to spill out his feelings to her while she burned CDs. After what seemed like an eternity of listening about Lizzie, he stopped.
"Miranda, I know it's dark outside and all, but do you want to do something?"
He seemed much happier now. It was about 10:00 at night already but she knew Harry's burger joint was open till midnight.
"Um, yeah. I know this burger place that plays oldies outside and people dance to it. Are you up for it?"
"Sure."
They both went to Harry's and ate some burgers in her car. There were tons of other people there and when the next song started, everyone started to shag. (That's a dance in case any of you don't know!)
"Come on, Gordo, let's shag."
"No way."
"Oh, come on, why not?"
"Everyone's looking at me."
"No one is looking at you."
"You are."
"David Gordon, if you don't shag with me I'm going to ask somebody else."
Gordo grabbed onto one of the pillars and held on.
"Not dancing." He said
"Ok, here I go then."
"No, no. Wait."
They started to dance when he accidentally stepped on her foot.
"See, you're much better than me."
"It's ok, Gordo. Start over, get in the groove."
They started dancing and were actually pretty good.
"You know what Gordo?" she said after what seemed a couple of minutes into their dancing.
"What?"
"You're full of shit." She smiled and laughed.
"I am not!" He laughed along.
"See, that was fun." She said.
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They walked into his house. He found a note from his parents saying that they had a weeklong business conference in New York so they wouldn't be home for a week.
"Looks like both our parents are out of town for at least a week." He said.
"How awesome is that? We should celebrate this."
"Oh yeah? How."
"Duh, a sleep over at my house. I got the food, I got the movies and trust me, not all are chick flicks."
"It's good with me but you don't think our parents will mind?"
"Gordo, how long have we known each other?"
"A long time."
"Yeah, see, they will trust us. Besides, I don't sleep with anybody on the first night my parents are away. Or the second. Or the third."
"What about the fifth?"
"What is it to you?"
"Just wondering."
She eyed him cautiously "Maybe."
They headed over to Miranda's with all of Gordo's stuff. They ate frozen pizza for a midnight snack and then headed upstairs. Gordo was getting ready to go down to the couch. Miranda came back from washing the dishes and saw him heading down the hallway.
"Where are you going?"
"Couch."
"Gordo, we are responsible enough. Nothing will happen."
"Miranda, you can never be too sure"
"Gordo, I won't let anything happen, trust me, I've had practice."
"Ok. Wait! How have you had practice?! And how come I've never heard you say anything about it."
"Gordo, there is an expression, I never kiss and tell about it. I love that expression."
Gordo made sure they had separate blankets while Miranda was in the bathroom getting ready. She walked out in an outfit that matched her sheets. It had a spaghetti strap top and shorts for the bottom. She crawled under her blanket and said goodnight, which was repeated back to her. That night Gordo had a dream that Lizzie had comeback. He was in the same bed as her and had her arms around her. They had done nothing, however. Suddenly he was only half way awake. He thought he was in Lizzie's room but the sun was coming in from the wrong way. Also, something in the air smelled peachier instead of the usual strawberry scent. A change was always welcomed. He felt the warmth of someone on his chest and felt his arms around someone. He opened his eyes to see Miranda. He must have slipped his arms around her when he dreamed of Lizzie last night. 'Miranda almost fits better in my arms than Lizzie' he thought. Miranda stirred and he pretended to sleep. Soon, however, he fell back asleep himself. When he woke up again, he smelled bacon. He opened his eyes to see no Miranda so he went down to the kitchen where he found Miranda already eating.
"Hey" he said.
"G'Morning" she replied. She was reading the paper while she was eating.
"Thanks for breakfast."
"No prob."
There was an awkward silence.
"Listen, Miranda, about last night I."
"Gordo, Don't worry about it. Trust me, I've had guys do worse things with me."
"Miranda, what did they do to you and when?"
"Things I prefer not to talk about. When you and Lizzie started to go out, you all were more for staring at each other than hanging out with me so I changed my style and did crazy things."
"Listen, I'm sorry about that."
"It's ok."
There was another long silence. Then suddenly, Miranda screamed with delight. Gordo almost spilled his orange juice.
"What is it? Are you ok Miranda?"
"No! I am not ok! We should already be at the mall!"
"Let me guess.a sale."
"Gordo, this is not just a sale, this is 50% off all swimwear. I need a new bikini!"
"Miranda, how many do you have now?"
"Two."
"You don't need a new one."
"Gordo, one is too big and the other is to small. Plus, they are not the right colors. Hey, why don't you come with me!"
"What for?"
"I need a *guy* to model for Gordo. You know what a lot of other guys like so you can give me tips!"
"Ok, but only because I *never* say no to a modeling show of swimwear."
"Gordo, you really are a perv."
"You know it!" he smiled.
Miranda got up and put the dishes in the sink. She would wash everything tonight. She put on a black tank top and black vinyl looking pants. Again, the shirt exposed her midriff and the pants went just below the belly button. Again, the combat boots were a must. Gordo couldn't help but notice the new style his old friend had taken up. Also, he was extremely shocked to find out that she had a belly ring! (
~~ lazy I'm American XeroAtellix~~ I am so happy you like my story. I have nothing against Lizzie, but sometimes the stories focus on her waaay too much but hell, it is Lizzie McGuire. Oh well. I'm sorry about the symbols. I'm going to try your advice. It shouldn't be long till it's ok now. I hope this chapter doesn't come out like that.
Those of you who responded, but your names are not up here, I'm sorry. I must not have received your review yet.
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The next day, Lizzie woke up feeling that she did the right thing. She knew that if she met a guy, it wouldn't be fair to Gordo. She had no regrets. Gordo on the other hand, felt miserable. He was willing to try Miranda's plan but didn't think it would work. He was barely out of bed when his doorbell rang. His parents still weren't home so he got up to answer in his boxers. There stood Miranda. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap top that exposed her midriff, green camouflage pants, and black combat boots. She had her hair up in a feisty way and just took off her sunglasses.
"What are you doing here so early and since when did the combat boots come into fashion?" he asked
"Well, I thought we could leave early, get a bite to eat at McDonalds at the airport, then go over the Lizzie thing. Oh, I've always had the combat boots."
"Sure sounds like a good idea. Come in." 'Wow, I think that hanging out with Lizzie so often has blinded me of other things. I never remember Miranda dressing so.so.different, but in a good way,' thought Gordo.
Gordo quickly got ready to get to the airport. They went to McDonalds and both ordered a Flurry. Then they went and sat on the seats at the gate Lizzie was leaving at. They talked for a bit and Miranda was preparing Gordo for the Lizzie task. Finally she arrived. She said her good byes to Miranda. Gordo took Lizzie aside while Miranda watched their body language from afar.
"Lizzie, I'm going to miss you." Said Gordo.
"Me too."
He went in to give her a hug and kiss her. As soon as he placed his lips on hers she pulled back and gave him a look to kill.
"Good bye Gordo." With that she walked away into the aircraft.
So there stood Gordo. Miserable. He hadn't moved since she left. His eyes just stared into the now empty tunnel leading to the aircraft. Miranda walked over to him.
"Gordo, are you ok?" She got no response. He just looked at her like a child who just lost their dog.
"It'll be ok." She gave him a hug and with her hand on his shoulder she led him out to her car.
Miranda's parents were out of town until December. They went to go and visit family in Mexico and also because Mirada's Tia Marcella wasn't doing too good health wise. So Miranda took Gordo back to her place. She was planning on burning some CDs and did not feel like leaving Gordo alone at a time like this. She took him up to her room where her computer was. Her bed had black covers with red dragons and Chinese writing all over it. Almost like her car except her car was black and had flames coming from the front. He went straight for her bed and sat down while she took a seat on her computer chair. He started to spill out his feelings to her while she burned CDs. After what seemed like an eternity of listening about Lizzie, he stopped.
"Miranda, I know it's dark outside and all, but do you want to do something?"
He seemed much happier now. It was about 10:00 at night already but she knew Harry's burger joint was open till midnight.
"Um, yeah. I know this burger place that plays oldies outside and people dance to it. Are you up for it?"
"Sure."
They both went to Harry's and ate some burgers in her car. There were tons of other people there and when the next song started, everyone started to shag. (That's a dance in case any of you don't know!)
"Come on, Gordo, let's shag."
"No way."
"Oh, come on, why not?"
"Everyone's looking at me."
"No one is looking at you."
"You are."
"David Gordon, if you don't shag with me I'm going to ask somebody else."
Gordo grabbed onto one of the pillars and held on.
"Not dancing." He said
"Ok, here I go then."
"No, no. Wait."
They started to dance when he accidentally stepped on her foot.
"See, you're much better than me."
"It's ok, Gordo. Start over, get in the groove."
They started dancing and were actually pretty good.
"You know what Gordo?" she said after what seemed a couple of minutes into their dancing.
"What?"
"You're full of shit." She smiled and laughed.
"I am not!" He laughed along.
"See, that was fun." She said.
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They walked into his house. He found a note from his parents saying that they had a weeklong business conference in New York so they wouldn't be home for a week.
"Looks like both our parents are out of town for at least a week." He said.
"How awesome is that? We should celebrate this."
"Oh yeah? How."
"Duh, a sleep over at my house. I got the food, I got the movies and trust me, not all are chick flicks."
"It's good with me but you don't think our parents will mind?"
"Gordo, how long have we known each other?"
"A long time."
"Yeah, see, they will trust us. Besides, I don't sleep with anybody on the first night my parents are away. Or the second. Or the third."
"What about the fifth?"
"What is it to you?"
"Just wondering."
She eyed him cautiously "Maybe."
They headed over to Miranda's with all of Gordo's stuff. They ate frozen pizza for a midnight snack and then headed upstairs. Gordo was getting ready to go down to the couch. Miranda came back from washing the dishes and saw him heading down the hallway.
"Where are you going?"
"Couch."
"Gordo, we are responsible enough. Nothing will happen."
"Miranda, you can never be too sure"
"Gordo, I won't let anything happen, trust me, I've had practice."
"Ok. Wait! How have you had practice?! And how come I've never heard you say anything about it."
"Gordo, there is an expression, I never kiss and tell about it. I love that expression."
Gordo made sure they had separate blankets while Miranda was in the bathroom getting ready. She walked out in an outfit that matched her sheets. It had a spaghetti strap top and shorts for the bottom. She crawled under her blanket and said goodnight, which was repeated back to her. That night Gordo had a dream that Lizzie had comeback. He was in the same bed as her and had her arms around her. They had done nothing, however. Suddenly he was only half way awake. He thought he was in Lizzie's room but the sun was coming in from the wrong way. Also, something in the air smelled peachier instead of the usual strawberry scent. A change was always welcomed. He felt the warmth of someone on his chest and felt his arms around someone. He opened his eyes to see Miranda. He must have slipped his arms around her when he dreamed of Lizzie last night. 'Miranda almost fits better in my arms than Lizzie' he thought. Miranda stirred and he pretended to sleep. Soon, however, he fell back asleep himself. When he woke up again, he smelled bacon. He opened his eyes to see no Miranda so he went down to the kitchen where he found Miranda already eating.
"Hey" he said.
"G'Morning" she replied. She was reading the paper while she was eating.
"Thanks for breakfast."
"No prob."
There was an awkward silence.
"Listen, Miranda, about last night I."
"Gordo, Don't worry about it. Trust me, I've had guys do worse things with me."
"Miranda, what did they do to you and when?"
"Things I prefer not to talk about. When you and Lizzie started to go out, you all were more for staring at each other than hanging out with me so I changed my style and did crazy things."
"Listen, I'm sorry about that."
"It's ok."
There was another long silence. Then suddenly, Miranda screamed with delight. Gordo almost spilled his orange juice.
"What is it? Are you ok Miranda?"
"No! I am not ok! We should already be at the mall!"
"Let me guess.a sale."
"Gordo, this is not just a sale, this is 50% off all swimwear. I need a new bikini!"
"Miranda, how many do you have now?"
"Two."
"You don't need a new one."
"Gordo, one is too big and the other is to small. Plus, they are not the right colors. Hey, why don't you come with me!"
"What for?"
"I need a *guy* to model for Gordo. You know what a lot of other guys like so you can give me tips!"
"Ok, but only because I *never* say no to a modeling show of swimwear."
"Gordo, you really are a perv."
"You know it!" he smiled.
Miranda got up and put the dishes in the sink. She would wash everything tonight. She put on a black tank top and black vinyl looking pants. Again, the shirt exposed her midriff and the pants went just below the belly button. Again, the combat boots were a must. Gordo couldn't help but notice the new style his old friend had taken up. Also, he was extremely shocked to find out that she had a belly ring! (
