(A/N: Hi people! So sorry that I haven't updated in a few days. I've
been quite busy, but to make it up to you, here's an extra long
chapter. Please review, even if it's not a good review, but do keep it
G-rated. Thanks! lizziefanfiction67:Sorry if I confused you, Gordo was
making it sound like to Lizzie that he was moving really far away, but
instead, he gets to move right across the street from her. I guess it
did sound like that. iselin:Sorry I haven't gotten around to emailing
you for ideas. I will try to do it soon! Thanks again to everyone who
has given me reviews!)

Lizzie was at Gordo's door in 5 minutes. She had ran all the way there. She barely got to knock on the door when Gordo opened it. "Hi
Sunshine," he said, giving her a quick kiss and leading her in.

"Hi Gordo," Lizzie said, looking around the living room to see lots of
empty boxes lying around, "You guys sure seem in a hurry to move!"

"Yeah, I guess we are, 'Gorgeous' wants to move in as soon as possible, since motel rates are so high," he explained.

"Well anyways, I'm here to help! What should I do first?" she asked.

"Just start off with taking the items off of this shelf, and wrapping
them in newspaper," he said, demonstrating by taking a glass figurine
and holding it in one hand, and grabbing some newspaper to wrap it in, "Like this," and then the item slipped from his hand and broke on the tile floor.

"Aww man, Mom's going to kill me, that was one of her wedding gifts!" Gordo exclaimed.

"I'll tell her I broke it, since she can't punish me for an accident,"
Lizzie said.

"Oh Lizzie, you don't have to do that, I'm the one who did it," he told
her.

"I know Gordo, but I don't want you to get in trouble!" she explained.

"Thanks Lizzie, but it's ok, I'll just tell Dad first, he always hated
it anyways," he laughed.

"Ok," she said, taking a china teapot and delicately wrapped it up.

After packing for almost 2 hours, Gordo and Lizzie were tired and hot
and decided to go down to the community pool to cool off. However, when they got there, a storm was starting to brew, so the pool was closed for safety.

"Darn!" said Gordo, "I guess we'll have to do this another time."

"Yeah, I was really hoping we could," Lizzie said.

"I'll treat you to a Franklin hotdog since there's nothing else to do,"
he said.

"That sounds good!" Lizzie brightened up and they headed to the little hotdog stand on 2cd street.

Miranda was sitting in her room, bored. "I wish Gordo and Lizzie could
move up here, it's so lonely without them!" she thought. Just then, her little sister Abigail (A/N: Remember on "Misadventures in Babysitting" where either Miranda mentions she has a baby sister, or Lizzie says something about Miranda having a baby sister, anyways, they never say what her name is, so I came up with Abigail, and by now, she's 2 years old) toddled in her room. "Manda! Manda!" she squealed. Miranda got up and lifted her up and swung her around. "Wheeee!!" Abigail really liked it when Miranda did this. Then, Miranda carried her and took her to the playroom and did some puzzles with her.

When Lizzie got home, she went up to her room and discovered that
everything was out of it-AGAIN!!!! Matt came to her and told her something about a pipe and her staying in his room. Lizzie was so mad she didn't even say anything and stormed downstairs to go complain to Mom. Jo was in the family room organizing the videos and DVD's.

"MOM! What is this with my room and a burst pipe???" she asked angrily.

"Honey, I know you're not going to like this, but this time, a pipe
burst in your room so you'll have to stay with Matt," she explained
to her daughter.

"Arrrrgh!! What about my stuff?" Lizzie asked.

"It's in the garage, but just grab what you need so you don't trash
Matt's room," she told her.

"Fine, but why do pipes have to keep bursting around here? It's SO
annoying!" complained Lizzie.

"I don't know, but it did, so we'll have to deal with it," said Jo. Lizzie just rolled her eyes, turned around and walked fast towards the
front door to go out to the garage. When she went in, she found her
pillow, a make-up case, her portable cd-player, and her cd collection.
Then, she went up to Matt's room to at least discover her bed was there.

"Matt," she began, "Look, I don't want to stay in your room anymore
than you wanted to stay in mine, but I'm going to have to, so you'll
have to get over it!"

"I'm not complaining, yet, we'll just see how it goes, oh and by the
way, Lanny's spending the night," Matt said.

"What?? I thought creepy silent boy was sick!" Lizzie protested.

"He got better," Matt smirked.

"Arrrgh!! I am SO spending the night at Mir..., er, I guess not, well
then, there's the couch!!" Lizzie said storming out of Matt's room with her stuff still in her hands.

"Oh Lizzie, since you'll uh, be on the couch, can Lanny have your bed?" he asked sheepishly.

"Hmm, let me think about that-NO!!!!!" she yelled. She took her stuff
down to the family room. "Mom, Matt just said he's having Lanny spend the night, so can I stay down here?"

"Of course you can sweetie," Jo smiled.

"Thanks," Lizzie said, dropping her stuff by the couch, "I sure hope
the pipe can be fixed soon."

"Well, the guy said he'd hopefully have it done by the end of next
week," Jo said hopefully.

"Next week?? But it's only Wednesday!" Lizzie protested.

"Well, what can I do about it?" Jo asked. Lizzie just left the room,
grabbed the phone, and went into the bathroom where she could have some peace and quiet to call Miranda. She was only allowed to call her 3 times a week, because of the long-distance charges. Of course, Miranda wasn't home, so Lizzie couldn't talk to her. "Well, there's always good, reliable Gordo," she thought to herself. But no, he just went out the door to the video store to pick up some more tapes for his camera. "Life is so unfair," she thought as she left the bathroom and left the phone on the bookshelf in the hall.

(A/N: Oh yes, a quick tribute to Ronald Reagen, since he was still President when I was born.)