Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
Lizzie quickly ran her fingers through her hair while running down the stairs. It was Friday night and Miranda and Gordo would be waiting for her at the movie theater. Lizzie was running a little late tonight because she seemed to want to put a little more effort in her appearance. Tonight, she chose a turquoise miniskirt and a brown halter. Her hair was straightened, and some mascara and lip gloss graced her face. Running around downstairs, Lizzie tried to find her shoes and purse When the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" She opened the front door to find Gordo standing there.
"Gordo! Hey!"
He caught his breath after seeing Lizzie all made up and beautiful. Of course, he always thought she was beautiful, but tonight she had that special glow. He swallowed the bubble in his throat and croaked out,
"Hey, I thought you might want someone to walk to the theater with. Miranda said she was gonna be a little late because of work." Miranda worked at Hillridge Country Club as a deck waitress, and she was gone an awful lot because of the job.
Lizzie smiled, "Yeah, sure!" Lizzie grabbed her purse from the closet and they were off.
They talked about the latest school gossip-Lizzie chiming in a little more than Gordo, and then the topic of the Frosh Dance next Friday came up.
"I don't know if I'm gonna go," Gordo stared at the ground.
"Not going? Gordo, you HAVE to go! It will not be fun without you!"
"Yeah, well why conform to what people expect of you?" Gordo muttered thoughtfully.
Lizzie rolled her eyes because she knew Gordo was trying to sublimely tell her to stop worrying about what everyone else thought of her. But Lizzie knew that she wasn't secure enough with herself to show her entire identity to the world, or at least her school, for it to be put out there and picked apart by all the students. Being cautious about herself was a safe choice, and it brought less complications.
When they got to the movie theater, they bought two tickets to The Day After Tomorrow and went in to find some good seats so they wouldn't have to be in the front row getting dizzy from watching Mother Nature destroy the Northern Hemisphere up close.
"Gordo, you can't miss the only freshmen dance of the year. Come on, think about others here. Stop being so selfish."
Gordo chuckled at the ridiculousness of Lizzie's remark and replied, "I don't even have anyone to go with."
"Go with me!"
Gordo looked over and raised his eyebrows, trying not to show his true excitement. "You sure?"
Lizzie sighed, "Of course I'm sure." She dragged out the end of "sure" and sat thinking that it's just as friends and no one would think anything's different between them two. She wasn't completely sure of that, but she shrugged it off anyway.
Twenty minutes after the movie started, Miranda came over still dressed in her polo shirt from work, and plopped next to the seat saved for her. She leaned over Lizzie and whispered,
"Guys, you'll never believe who sold me my ticket. It was Tudgeman and he asked me to the dance. He wouldn't give me my ticket until I said yes! Can you believe that?"
Both Lizzie and Gordo wanted to scream, "Yes!" but they just gave sympathetic smiles knowing Miranda was secretly happy about her date. Gordo's focus went back to the movie, but Lizzie gulped and realized that she was really going with Gordo now that Miranda had an official date.
Did she make a mistake being so rash and impulsive with asking Gordo to the dance? And did Gordo think it was a date? They're just friends. Really good friends. It can't be a date...because that is NOT normal.
Lizzie quickly ran her fingers through her hair while running down the stairs. It was Friday night and Miranda and Gordo would be waiting for her at the movie theater. Lizzie was running a little late tonight because she seemed to want to put a little more effort in her appearance. Tonight, she chose a turquoise miniskirt and a brown halter. Her hair was straightened, and some mascara and lip gloss graced her face. Running around downstairs, Lizzie tried to find her shoes and purse When the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" She opened the front door to find Gordo standing there.
"Gordo! Hey!"
He caught his breath after seeing Lizzie all made up and beautiful. Of course, he always thought she was beautiful, but tonight she had that special glow. He swallowed the bubble in his throat and croaked out,
"Hey, I thought you might want someone to walk to the theater with. Miranda said she was gonna be a little late because of work." Miranda worked at Hillridge Country Club as a deck waitress, and she was gone an awful lot because of the job.
Lizzie smiled, "Yeah, sure!" Lizzie grabbed her purse from the closet and they were off.
They talked about the latest school gossip-Lizzie chiming in a little more than Gordo, and then the topic of the Frosh Dance next Friday came up.
"I don't know if I'm gonna go," Gordo stared at the ground.
"Not going? Gordo, you HAVE to go! It will not be fun without you!"
"Yeah, well why conform to what people expect of you?" Gordo muttered thoughtfully.
Lizzie rolled her eyes because she knew Gordo was trying to sublimely tell her to stop worrying about what everyone else thought of her. But Lizzie knew that she wasn't secure enough with herself to show her entire identity to the world, or at least her school, for it to be put out there and picked apart by all the students. Being cautious about herself was a safe choice, and it brought less complications.
When they got to the movie theater, they bought two tickets to The Day After Tomorrow and went in to find some good seats so they wouldn't have to be in the front row getting dizzy from watching Mother Nature destroy the Northern Hemisphere up close.
"Gordo, you can't miss the only freshmen dance of the year. Come on, think about others here. Stop being so selfish."
Gordo chuckled at the ridiculousness of Lizzie's remark and replied, "I don't even have anyone to go with."
"Go with me!"
Gordo looked over and raised his eyebrows, trying not to show his true excitement. "You sure?"
Lizzie sighed, "Of course I'm sure." She dragged out the end of "sure" and sat thinking that it's just as friends and no one would think anything's different between them two. She wasn't completely sure of that, but she shrugged it off anyway.
Twenty minutes after the movie started, Miranda came over still dressed in her polo shirt from work, and plopped next to the seat saved for her. She leaned over Lizzie and whispered,
"Guys, you'll never believe who sold me my ticket. It was Tudgeman and he asked me to the dance. He wouldn't give me my ticket until I said yes! Can you believe that?"
Both Lizzie and Gordo wanted to scream, "Yes!" but they just gave sympathetic smiles knowing Miranda was secretly happy about her date. Gordo's focus went back to the movie, but Lizzie gulped and realized that she was really going with Gordo now that Miranda had an official date.
Did she make a mistake being so rash and impulsive with asking Gordo to the dance? And did Gordo think it was a date? They're just friends. Really good friends. It can't be a date...because that is NOT normal.