-- Hey everyone. This is my very first fanfic, so it might suck. I
hope it doesn't though. And just to warn you, I don't think Larry sucks. I
don't mean to bash him, he's an alright guy. Anyways, you probably don't
know what I'm talking about so read on and I hope you enjoy! --
Lizzie McGuire was beautiful. She strode along the sidewalk, carefree, confident. While throwing smiles to everyone who passed her by, she was frantically confessing to Gordo -- who was silently walking beside her, sipping a soda – how she couldn't find a date to the Annual Spring Fling Dance.
"I mean, everyone in tenth grade is going to be there! This is like, the biggest event of the year! I can't show up there alone. And you want to go with that Tara or Sarah girl, so I can't to do the 'just friends' thing. Miranda is going with Sam, of course. Although she'll probably be running around taking pictures for the year book all night – she's been acting like a madwoman with that camera of hers – but at least she has a date! I can't even think of anyone to go with! Ethan's obviously going with Kate, by the way he had her pinned up against my locker again this morning. And I can't –"
"Lizzie, please!" and exasperated Gordo nearly shouted. "We only heard about this dance this morning. Someone will definitely ask you. Oh, and here comes Tudgeman. I told you someone would ask you. Now, you better think of an excuse as to why you can't go with him – and fast!"
Larry Tudgeman had become absolutely smitten with Lizzie a while ago. He definitely wasn't afraid to show it either. He practically stalked her, following her to the Digital Bean, the mall, the parc – everywhere. Lizzie was, of course, totally creeped out by this, but she pretended not to notice. He reminded her of a lost puppy, and could never be mean to him. She still tried to avoid him in any way she could. But there was no escape from this encounter; Larry was heading straight towards Lizzie.
"Hello there, Lizzie. Gordo." Larry nodded his head to Gordo, but kept his eyes fixated on Lizzie. "So, Lizzie, you're going to this dance, correct? Of course you are. Well, it would honor me if you would allow me to escort you there. What do you say?"
Taken aback by his forwardness, Lizzie could only stutter, not knowing what to say. It was suddenly feeling very hot. She couldn't be rude to him, not Lizzie. She tried desperately to find an excuse. She racked her brain for any idea, when Gordo suddenly cleared his throat and nudged Lizzie. A light went on in Lizzie's head. "Uh, I can't! I can't because I'm going with Gordo. Yeah, we're together, so I'm, um, I'm going with him."
Gordo nearly choked on his soda, his eyes wide, while Larry suspiciously arched an eyebrow saying, "Really? Since when? You certainly don't look like you're together. Gordo, is this true? Have you finally acted on your feelings?"
"What? Oh, um, well–"he started.
"Of course he did! It was a beautiful speech! And we totally look together! Didn't you see us totally making out over by that, uh, tree?" she went on, wildly pointing somewhere behind her. Larry still looked disbelieving. "Okay, look, if we weren't together, then would I do this?"
Before Gordo could react, Lizzie encircled one arm around Gordo's neck and pulled him closer to her with the other. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Lizzie lifted her head up and pressed her lips against his. Gordo's head spun. He quickly recuperated, though, and wrapped both of his arms around Lizzie's waist and kissed her back senselessly. Soon they forgot about Larry standing there, enviously watching the two wrapped in each other's arms and were oblivious of Miranda spotting them and quickly taking a picture with her beloved camera. Lizzie kissed Gordo like there was no tomorrow, enjoying his scent, his feel, never wanting it to end. Gordo felt much the same as he let his tongue explore her moth and moved in even closer to her.
"Whoa, look who finally hooked up! I've been waiting for this since like, I've wanted them to hook up!" a familiar voice, also known as Ethan Craft called out, while holding his sneering girlfriend Kate Sanders. His words fell on deaf ears though, as Lizzie and Gordo's lips slowly, reluctantly parted, panting for breath.
They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, gazing wondrously into the other's eyes. The world suddenly came reeling back to them as a disgusted voice shouted, "God, they should get a room!"
"Sweetie, you shouldn't say that unless you're praying," Ethan told Kate rather matter-of-factly.
"I am praying. I'm praying that they get a room so we don't have to see this hypocrisy."
Lizzie blushed a deep scarlet as Gordo fumbled to get their arms untangled and step out of their comfortable embrace. Both avoided eye contact and were numbly touching their now swollen lips.
"Oh please! You two can't get your hands off each other in the hallways! I have to practically pry you apart to get to my locker!" a huffy Miranda spat back, loving any opportunity to flip off Kate Sanders. "And they're not even in school," she added with more than a little attitude.
"Ugh, whatever," Kate told her, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair.
"So I guess you two are going to this dance together then," a sullen Larry said, after silently watching the exchange.
Before Lizzie could speak, an overjoyed Miranda put in, "They most certainly are!"
Larry nodded, obviously very disappointed, and trudged along the sidewalk, going back the way he came.
"Sorry!" a flustered Lizzie called to Larry's back.
She finally looked up to Gordo and smiled, taking his hand.
-- Okay, be sure to drop a review. I'd really like to know what you thought of it. Alright, so, bye for now then. -- - Manda
Lizzie McGuire was beautiful. She strode along the sidewalk, carefree, confident. While throwing smiles to everyone who passed her by, she was frantically confessing to Gordo -- who was silently walking beside her, sipping a soda – how she couldn't find a date to the Annual Spring Fling Dance.
"I mean, everyone in tenth grade is going to be there! This is like, the biggest event of the year! I can't show up there alone. And you want to go with that Tara or Sarah girl, so I can't to do the 'just friends' thing. Miranda is going with Sam, of course. Although she'll probably be running around taking pictures for the year book all night – she's been acting like a madwoman with that camera of hers – but at least she has a date! I can't even think of anyone to go with! Ethan's obviously going with Kate, by the way he had her pinned up against my locker again this morning. And I can't –"
"Lizzie, please!" and exasperated Gordo nearly shouted. "We only heard about this dance this morning. Someone will definitely ask you. Oh, and here comes Tudgeman. I told you someone would ask you. Now, you better think of an excuse as to why you can't go with him – and fast!"
Larry Tudgeman had become absolutely smitten with Lizzie a while ago. He definitely wasn't afraid to show it either. He practically stalked her, following her to the Digital Bean, the mall, the parc – everywhere. Lizzie was, of course, totally creeped out by this, but she pretended not to notice. He reminded her of a lost puppy, and could never be mean to him. She still tried to avoid him in any way she could. But there was no escape from this encounter; Larry was heading straight towards Lizzie.
"Hello there, Lizzie. Gordo." Larry nodded his head to Gordo, but kept his eyes fixated on Lizzie. "So, Lizzie, you're going to this dance, correct? Of course you are. Well, it would honor me if you would allow me to escort you there. What do you say?"
Taken aback by his forwardness, Lizzie could only stutter, not knowing what to say. It was suddenly feeling very hot. She couldn't be rude to him, not Lizzie. She tried desperately to find an excuse. She racked her brain for any idea, when Gordo suddenly cleared his throat and nudged Lizzie. A light went on in Lizzie's head. "Uh, I can't! I can't because I'm going with Gordo. Yeah, we're together, so I'm, um, I'm going with him."
Gordo nearly choked on his soda, his eyes wide, while Larry suspiciously arched an eyebrow saying, "Really? Since when? You certainly don't look like you're together. Gordo, is this true? Have you finally acted on your feelings?"
"What? Oh, um, well–"he started.
"Of course he did! It was a beautiful speech! And we totally look together! Didn't you see us totally making out over by that, uh, tree?" she went on, wildly pointing somewhere behind her. Larry still looked disbelieving. "Okay, look, if we weren't together, then would I do this?"
Before Gordo could react, Lizzie encircled one arm around Gordo's neck and pulled him closer to her with the other. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Lizzie lifted her head up and pressed her lips against his. Gordo's head spun. He quickly recuperated, though, and wrapped both of his arms around Lizzie's waist and kissed her back senselessly. Soon they forgot about Larry standing there, enviously watching the two wrapped in each other's arms and were oblivious of Miranda spotting them and quickly taking a picture with her beloved camera. Lizzie kissed Gordo like there was no tomorrow, enjoying his scent, his feel, never wanting it to end. Gordo felt much the same as he let his tongue explore her moth and moved in even closer to her.
"Whoa, look who finally hooked up! I've been waiting for this since like, I've wanted them to hook up!" a familiar voice, also known as Ethan Craft called out, while holding his sneering girlfriend Kate Sanders. His words fell on deaf ears though, as Lizzie and Gordo's lips slowly, reluctantly parted, panting for breath.
They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, gazing wondrously into the other's eyes. The world suddenly came reeling back to them as a disgusted voice shouted, "God, they should get a room!"
"Sweetie, you shouldn't say that unless you're praying," Ethan told Kate rather matter-of-factly.
"I am praying. I'm praying that they get a room so we don't have to see this hypocrisy."
Lizzie blushed a deep scarlet as Gordo fumbled to get their arms untangled and step out of their comfortable embrace. Both avoided eye contact and were numbly touching their now swollen lips.
"Oh please! You two can't get your hands off each other in the hallways! I have to practically pry you apart to get to my locker!" a huffy Miranda spat back, loving any opportunity to flip off Kate Sanders. "And they're not even in school," she added with more than a little attitude.
"Ugh, whatever," Kate told her, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair.
"So I guess you two are going to this dance together then," a sullen Larry said, after silently watching the exchange.
Before Lizzie could speak, an overjoyed Miranda put in, "They most certainly are!"
Larry nodded, obviously very disappointed, and trudged along the sidewalk, going back the way he came.
"Sorry!" a flustered Lizzie called to Larry's back.
She finally looked up to Gordo and smiled, taking his hand.
-- Okay, be sure to drop a review. I'd really like to know what you thought of it. Alright, so, bye for now then. -- - Manda