A/N: Just to answer few questions about if Lizzie and Gordo would really be switched - I don't know. I saw one where a girl and her father were switched, so I think it's possible they'd do an episode like this. I think it's a great idea, but I might be slightly biased in that opinion ;)

I'd also just like to add that I'm not trying to imply anything bad about Switched. I've never been on the show, so I have to make some stuff up. I'm trying to make it sound realistic.

POV - Lizzie

"Okay, honey. We need to get a shot of you coming in the door and throwing down your bags so when you walk inside please smile for the camera." This was crazy. I've entered the Gordon's house a zillion times before, and the thing I liked most about their house was how when I came in, I didn't have to be smiling, laughing, and happy. I could be bawling my eyes out and yelling at everyone at sight, but they would welcome me anyway. And now this lousy camera person wants to tell me how I'm supposed to look.

Rolling my eyes, I skipped into the Gordon's house, fake smile plastered on my face. "Mr. Gordon!" I called, trying to sound enthusiastic. I mean, it's not like this would be the first time I met Mr. Gordon. "I'm here!"

"Hi Lizzie!" Mr. Gordon ran down the stairs, smiling all the way. He grabbed my bag and gave me a huge grin. "It's so great to see you, Lizzie," he exclaimed, like I was some long lost brother of his; not his son's best friend who comes over every day and drives him crazy.

"And cut!" A fat lady who I assumed was the director shrieked. That lady sure could yell. "Now, Elizabeth..." I toned out as soon as she called me that. ELIZABETH? My parents don't even call me that. Ugh. "...shot of you getting unpacked. We're also going to ask you to keep a short video-diary of what you do here. We'll be setting the camera for that up by the chair in the corner."

"Okay." I replied, hoping whatever she had said in the beginning wasn't important.

"Let's go up to Gordo's room so we can show you getting settled."

"Great," I answered as we walked upstairs. She didn't seem to pick up on the sarcasm.

"Okay, now stand over by the bed and start pulling some clothes out of your bag." She ordered. I was getting a little sick of being ordered around, I mean, come on! It's not like I chose to be here. After I had been positioned just so, I smiled so the camera could capture the sheer thrill I was experiencing. I pulled out a few shirts, my favorite pair of jeans, my straighter, and some makeup. Just when I thought I was going to have to resort to pulling out underwear, the director yelled to cut. Finally.

"Thanks, darling." I hate it when people I don't know call me darling. "We'll be setting up the video-diary area downstairs, so feel free to stay up here and get situated." What these people fail to realize is that at Gordo's house, I don't need to get situated. I'm instantly comfortable here, maybe even more comfortable than I am at my own house.

I'm so comfortable, in fact, that I know I can take one of Gordo's shirts; because I forgot my pajama top. I'm so comfortable that I know which drawer, and which pile to take a shirt from. So I will.

But maybe I don't know Gordo as well as I thought I did. Because there, in the middle of his shirt drawer, tucked in between polo shirts and baggy "hanging-out" shirts, is a picture of me. On the back is neatly written "Lizzie McGuire" with all these little hearts around it. It can't mean what I think it means, though… right? Gordo doesn't like me.

         But how do you explain the picture?

So much for feeling comfortable.

POV – Gordo

            "Hello, Gordo! How great to see you!" Mrs. McGuire called as I stepped outside the car.

            "Hi, Mrs. McGuire." I smiled back at her, tugging my backpack out of the car.

            "And, cut!" Someone yelled. Good. As much as I was looking forward to the next few days, I wasn't looking forward to being on tape. I prefer to be on the other side of the camera.

            "Okay, Sam! The cameras are off!" A sheepish Mr. McGuire finally got out of the car. I cannot believe Mr. McGuire agreed to be on this show if he's still afraid of cameras.

            "Gordo, we need a shot of you entering the McGuire's house. So how about you come over here-" a bald man said as he positioned me, "-and you walk up the driveway. Make sure you smile, and don't walk too quickly."

            "Can do," I replied, hoping the whole two days wouldn't be like this. I don't want directors telling me what to do. I mean, this is a reality show.

            "Action," he called out, and I assumed that was my cue to start walking up the driveway. The man smiled broadly, which I took as a hint to smile more. What a lunatic.

            "And cut!" He screamed, right into my ear. "Okay… now we need to get some footage of you unpacking, looking at Lizzie's room, and meeting Matt. We also need to teach you how to work the camera for your video diary…" As if this guy could possibly teach me anything about a video camera. "… So I think we should start with the shot of you meeting Matt, then Matt showing you Lizzie's room. Maybe then we could show you unpacking…"

            "Uh, sir?" I asked, sounding way too formal but having nothing else to call him. "Won't it be kind of weird if I'm meeting Matt when I've known him all his life? And I know where Lizzie's room is."

            "Yes, yes… you have a good point. Okay… you enter the house, go upstairs to Lizzie's room and find Matt messing around with the stuff in her room." It was almost as if he too had known Matt all his life.

            After shooting all required scenes, they left me alone to start the video-diary. In most shows, the first "entry" would be about first impressions. But since I've long forgotten my first impression of Lizzie, I'm supposed to explain our friendship. This should be fun.

            I pressed the red button, took a deep breathe, and began. "Lizzie and I have known each other all of our lives. In the time we've been friends, though, I've never been in her house without her here or expecting to be home soon. It's a lot… quieter without her home. The great thing about Lizzie is that I know when she watches this; she won't mind me calling her loud. That's because we can always tell each other everything. Except for this one thing I can't tell her about… I love her."