Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, Disney does. There is not a Ken Burns Award, that I know of, I made it up for the story
We'll get back to Lizzie in a little while, for now, let's see what Gordo is up to
Chapter 3 -Gordo
Somewhere, on the beaches of Malibu California, a tired David Gordon had just returned home from a long day of shooting the principle photography for his new film. It had been a long process, but now that it was finally over he was set to take time off for an even bigger event.
Had it really been ten years?
The thought passed through his head as he wandered into the living room. It was hard enough to believe that six years had passed. There had been a time in his life when going six minutes without seeing her had felt like an eternity.
He took a long look around his still unpacked living room; he had lived there for three months but you would think that he had just moved in. If it had been six years earlier, the apartment would have already felt like a home, but the truth is that these days he did not like being at home.
Work was a good escape and he had begun receiving more and more opportunities, both professional and personal; the professional tended to work out better than the personal. Money was not an issue these days, the only real issue was the envelope that lay on the countertop. His life had been moving along so fast that the reunion invitation had hit him like a brick wall.
For a moment his thoughts turned to the halls of Hilldridge High School. He wondered if Ethan was still blissfully unaware and if Kate was still…well Kate. He was looking forward to seeing Miranda and 'The Tudge,' it had been six years since had spoken to either of them. He had always felt that she had needed them more than he had.
The sun was setting on his ocean view and the apartment began to a shadowy dreamy feel. He plopped down on the couch and thought about the last few years. Five months in China had led to one year in London followed by another two years in Australia and…
"And seven years in Tibet," he joked out loud.
In his mind's eye, he could see Lizzie and Miranda giving him that 'lame joke' look. His stomach tightened and it took him a moment to realize that he had a half grin half frown on his face.
Although his films had not yet broken him into the mainstream, they had led to two Ken Burns Independent Achievment awards and small, but growing, loyal fan base. The two awards were among the few items that he had unpacked. They sat on a half-filled bookshelf along with an old picture of a very young Lizzie and Gordo. It was always one of the first things to find its way out of a U-Haul box.
The past few days had taken their toll on Gordo; his eyes seemed to be in a permanent state of heaviness. He rested his head on the arm of the couch and flipped on the television. He didn't really care what was on, he was more interested in the company it provided.
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back six years. They say hindsight is 20/20 and that was definitely the truth in his case. The first few months away he had felt like he had made the right decision; the world seemed ready to be explored and conquered. If she had really loved him she would have seen what an amazing opportunity he had been given and she should have supported him.
That was the thinking that had led to their split. It had taken him almost two years to realize that she had never been the problem; it had been all him. It was painful to realize how big of a jerk he had been that night, and every night since.
"Be patient Gordo, your talent will create opportunities."
Her words echoed in his head. Those words had once provided encouragement during times of high stress; these days they haunted him. She had been right, even if he had not gone to China, he knew that his talent would have provided more and better opportunities; for the both of them.
Why had he gone then?
If he did nothing else, he would at least see Lizzie and admit he had been wrong. Then the ball was in her court; he was at her mercy.
The sun had finally gone down on the ocean view apartment and the music from the neighbors began to filter through the walls. Normally he would join his neighbors for a beer and conversation, but tonight was different. Tonight he wanted to take a long hot shower and mentally prepare for what lay ahead in the next few days.
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A/N-Sorry it took so long to update, my "editor" was busy with summer school! I should have another chapter up in the next few days.
We'll get back to Lizzie in a little while, for now, let's see what Gordo is up to
Chapter 3 -Gordo
Somewhere, on the beaches of Malibu California, a tired David Gordon had just returned home from a long day of shooting the principle photography for his new film. It had been a long process, but now that it was finally over he was set to take time off for an even bigger event.
Had it really been ten years?
The thought passed through his head as he wandered into the living room. It was hard enough to believe that six years had passed. There had been a time in his life when going six minutes without seeing her had felt like an eternity.
He took a long look around his still unpacked living room; he had lived there for three months but you would think that he had just moved in. If it had been six years earlier, the apartment would have already felt like a home, but the truth is that these days he did not like being at home.
Work was a good escape and he had begun receiving more and more opportunities, both professional and personal; the professional tended to work out better than the personal. Money was not an issue these days, the only real issue was the envelope that lay on the countertop. His life had been moving along so fast that the reunion invitation had hit him like a brick wall.
For a moment his thoughts turned to the halls of Hilldridge High School. He wondered if Ethan was still blissfully unaware and if Kate was still…well Kate. He was looking forward to seeing Miranda and 'The Tudge,' it had been six years since had spoken to either of them. He had always felt that she had needed them more than he had.
The sun was setting on his ocean view and the apartment began to a shadowy dreamy feel. He plopped down on the couch and thought about the last few years. Five months in China had led to one year in London followed by another two years in Australia and…
"And seven years in Tibet," he joked out loud.
In his mind's eye, he could see Lizzie and Miranda giving him that 'lame joke' look. His stomach tightened and it took him a moment to realize that he had a half grin half frown on his face.
Although his films had not yet broken him into the mainstream, they had led to two Ken Burns Independent Achievment awards and small, but growing, loyal fan base. The two awards were among the few items that he had unpacked. They sat on a half-filled bookshelf along with an old picture of a very young Lizzie and Gordo. It was always one of the first things to find its way out of a U-Haul box.
The past few days had taken their toll on Gordo; his eyes seemed to be in a permanent state of heaviness. He rested his head on the arm of the couch and flipped on the television. He didn't really care what was on, he was more interested in the company it provided.
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back six years. They say hindsight is 20/20 and that was definitely the truth in his case. The first few months away he had felt like he had made the right decision; the world seemed ready to be explored and conquered. If she had really loved him she would have seen what an amazing opportunity he had been given and she should have supported him.
That was the thinking that had led to their split. It had taken him almost two years to realize that she had never been the problem; it had been all him. It was painful to realize how big of a jerk he had been that night, and every night since.
"Be patient Gordo, your talent will create opportunities."
Her words echoed in his head. Those words had once provided encouragement during times of high stress; these days they haunted him. She had been right, even if he had not gone to China, he knew that his talent would have provided more and better opportunities; for the both of them.
Why had he gone then?
If he did nothing else, he would at least see Lizzie and admit he had been wrong. Then the ball was in her court; he was at her mercy.
The sun had finally gone down on the ocean view apartment and the music from the neighbors began to filter through the walls. Normally he would join his neighbors for a beer and conversation, but tonight was different. Tonight he wanted to take a long hot shower and mentally prepare for what lay ahead in the next few days.
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A/N-Sorry it took so long to update, my "editor" was busy with summer school! I should have another chapter up in the next few days.