***This idea came to me a few months ago, and I started writing it, but then decided I should focus on other things because of the summer. Well, the summer is over now, and my friend, piacere read this and convinced me that I should continue this idea. I don't think it's been used before, but if it has, I am incredibly sorry.***
***I do not own Lizzie McGuire***
***Summary: Gordo thinks Ethan has it all, but what if all he really wanted was not at all what he wanted; he had what he wanted to begin with. Gordo wishes he could be liked by Lizzie she likes Ethan, and wishes to be Ethan, but it all backfires. The lesson here is, be careful what you wish for, for it might be what you get. L/G***
***Everyone is fifteen/sixteen***
What I Like About You
Chapter One
Math Class
~Gordo~
"So, class, can anyone tell me the definition of a variable?" Mr. Fowler, our Algebra II teacher asked. He looked directly at Ethan, who was trying to balance his pencil on the table. "Ethan?"
Ethan looked up and his pencil fell. "Yeah, Mr. F?" He answered.
Mr. Fowler sighed. "What is a variable?"
"Uh. . ." Ethan said, giving a blank look, "A mathematical word?"
Mr. Fowler nodded his head, "Yes, Ethan, that is correct. Care to be more specific?"
"Um, no?" Ethan said.
"Okay, anyone else want to take a stab at the definition?"
I raised my hand. "Ahh! David! What is a variable?" he asked, looking pleased.
"A variable is a symbol or a letter that takes the place of an unknown number in an equation," I said.
"Very good!" Mr. Fowler explained. "Does that make sense, Ethan?"
Ethan scratched his head, "Uh, I guess."
Mr. Fowler let out a huge sigh and said, "see me during tutorial, then?"
"As always, Mr. owler to the F!" he said and smiled and put his thumbs up. Somehow Ethan missed the part of growing up where you were supposed to MATURE! I can't believe that he is popular. If that is popular, I am proud to say I am unpopular.
The bell rang. Everyone shot up from their seats and gathered their things. The best thing about math was that is was the last class of the day.
"Lizzie, can I see you for a minute?" Mr. Fowler asked. I looked at Lizzie, who looked confused.
"Sure," Lizzie said as she put her backpack on her back, "What is it?"
I went out into the hallway and waited for her. I could hear what they were saying.
"Lizzie? You have had tutoring experience in the past, right?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I heard her say.
"How would you like the opportunity to tutor again?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, not sounding particularly excited about it.
"Good, because in case you couldn't notice, Ethan isn't working up to his caliber, and I noticed you and him share a free period," Mr. Fowler said.
Oh, great. She gets to spend even more time with Ethan Craft. I honestly don't know what she sees in him. I thought maybe it was a stage, but it has yet to leave. Unfortunately, Lizzie would agree to help the helpless, like Ethan.
"Sure," Lizzie said.
See what I mean?
"Good! You will get extra credit, of course. All you have to do is work with him for about thirty minutes each day at math."
"Okay. When do I start?"
"I can get you started as soon as you want. The sooner the better! I would hate to fail Ethan," he said.
"Um, okay. I guess we can start Monday?" Lizzie suggested.
"Monday is good. Thanks! Have a good weekend!" Mr. Fowler said.
"You too!" Lizzie said and she walked out of the room.
"Hey!" I said.
This caused Lizzie to jump, "Oh, Gordo! You scared me! I guess you heard the news," she said, as we started walking to our lockers.
"Yeah, I overheard," I said, "So, you get to spend more time with Ethan, right? That's good!" I lied. As a friend who is in love with a friend, I find that you have to be a good liar.
Lizzie nodded her head, "yeah, I guess it is."
That lucky son of a female dog! Why can't I almost be failing math so Lizzie could help me? Oh yeah, because my IQ is over 90. I can't really think of a redeeming quality about him, except that he can be nice. Apparently, that is enough to impress Lizzie.
Not that I, David Gordon, have a chance with Lizzie. There was a short time when I thought maybe there was a chance, but it turned out, Lizzie didn't quite feel the same about me. After she kissed me, she never brought it up the subject again, so it was dropped, and never discussed again. Oh well, what can I expect? She is my best friend, right? I might give my right arm to be more with her, but then I would be minus a right arm and it wouldn't be true.
So yeah, basically, I am jealous of Ethan. I have been for the past few years. However long she has liked him, I have been jealous. I was also jealous of Ronnie and then there was Paulo. No one knows this, of course. Not even Miranda, my other best friend. She has her own worries though, with her own boyfriend, Joe. Yeah, I know, Joe is such an average name. But, Joe is nice. Lizzie has never seemed to like him, though, so he doesn't bother me.
It's sad when you think about it, really. The fact that I wish I could be Ethan is very sad. I would do it, though, become Ethan, if it meant Lizzie would have a crush on me. But, nope, I am stuck as me, David Gordon, the best guy friend she confides in and depends on. She doesn't want to cross the friendship line. That is why I wish I were Ethan Craft, because Lizzie and Ethan aren't really friends to begin with, and therefore, no weird uncomfortable ness.
"So, are you eating at my house tonight?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know. What are you having?" I don't really care; I will always take her up on the offer.
"Fried Chicken and biscuits," Lizzie answered.
"Yum! I will definitely be there!" I said.
"Good! It's a date," she said, "Only with my mom, dad, and brother with us," she laughed. I also laughed; only it really wasn't that funny. I want to date her, and to know that she was joking, as she always is, hurts.
"Yeah," I said, "I can't wait!"
"Me neither. You want to join me in watching a movie before dinner?"
"What movie?"
"I don't know," she answered, "I am kind of in the mood to see 'Bring it On'"
"Again?"
"Yeah! I can never watch that enough times," she said.
"Arg! Fine! But only if you agree to watch The Exorcist with me some time!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Fine, but only once!" She laughed. She is so naïve. Maybe that is why she is so loveable.
I shook my head and laughed. "Well, okay, come by at around four?" she confirmed.
I nodded my head, "See you at four!"
"Good. Now, I am going to go see if I can find Ethan," Lizzie said, and she went ahead to find him.
I sighed as I watched her run after Ethan. He is so lucky! I just want to walk in his shoes for like a week just to know what its like to be loved by the person I love.
Well, at least that is what I thought eight days ago.
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***What do you think? Should I continue? Or is it really bad? What do you think? Please review!***
***I do not own Lizzie McGuire***
***Summary: Gordo thinks Ethan has it all, but what if all he really wanted was not at all what he wanted; he had what he wanted to begin with. Gordo wishes he could be liked by Lizzie she likes Ethan, and wishes to be Ethan, but it all backfires. The lesson here is, be careful what you wish for, for it might be what you get. L/G***
***Everyone is fifteen/sixteen***
What I Like About You
Chapter One
Math Class
~Gordo~
"So, class, can anyone tell me the definition of a variable?" Mr. Fowler, our Algebra II teacher asked. He looked directly at Ethan, who was trying to balance his pencil on the table. "Ethan?"
Ethan looked up and his pencil fell. "Yeah, Mr. F?" He answered.
Mr. Fowler sighed. "What is a variable?"
"Uh. . ." Ethan said, giving a blank look, "A mathematical word?"
Mr. Fowler nodded his head, "Yes, Ethan, that is correct. Care to be more specific?"
"Um, no?" Ethan said.
"Okay, anyone else want to take a stab at the definition?"
I raised my hand. "Ahh! David! What is a variable?" he asked, looking pleased.
"A variable is a symbol or a letter that takes the place of an unknown number in an equation," I said.
"Very good!" Mr. Fowler explained. "Does that make sense, Ethan?"
Ethan scratched his head, "Uh, I guess."
Mr. Fowler let out a huge sigh and said, "see me during tutorial, then?"
"As always, Mr. owler to the F!" he said and smiled and put his thumbs up. Somehow Ethan missed the part of growing up where you were supposed to MATURE! I can't believe that he is popular. If that is popular, I am proud to say I am unpopular.
The bell rang. Everyone shot up from their seats and gathered their things. The best thing about math was that is was the last class of the day.
"Lizzie, can I see you for a minute?" Mr. Fowler asked. I looked at Lizzie, who looked confused.
"Sure," Lizzie said as she put her backpack on her back, "What is it?"
I went out into the hallway and waited for her. I could hear what they were saying.
"Lizzie? You have had tutoring experience in the past, right?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I heard her say.
"How would you like the opportunity to tutor again?"
"Sure," Lizzie said, not sounding particularly excited about it.
"Good, because in case you couldn't notice, Ethan isn't working up to his caliber, and I noticed you and him share a free period," Mr. Fowler said.
Oh, great. She gets to spend even more time with Ethan Craft. I honestly don't know what she sees in him. I thought maybe it was a stage, but it has yet to leave. Unfortunately, Lizzie would agree to help the helpless, like Ethan.
"Sure," Lizzie said.
See what I mean?
"Good! You will get extra credit, of course. All you have to do is work with him for about thirty minutes each day at math."
"Okay. When do I start?"
"I can get you started as soon as you want. The sooner the better! I would hate to fail Ethan," he said.
"Um, okay. I guess we can start Monday?" Lizzie suggested.
"Monday is good. Thanks! Have a good weekend!" Mr. Fowler said.
"You too!" Lizzie said and she walked out of the room.
"Hey!" I said.
This caused Lizzie to jump, "Oh, Gordo! You scared me! I guess you heard the news," she said, as we started walking to our lockers.
"Yeah, I overheard," I said, "So, you get to spend more time with Ethan, right? That's good!" I lied. As a friend who is in love with a friend, I find that you have to be a good liar.
Lizzie nodded her head, "yeah, I guess it is."
That lucky son of a female dog! Why can't I almost be failing math so Lizzie could help me? Oh yeah, because my IQ is over 90. I can't really think of a redeeming quality about him, except that he can be nice. Apparently, that is enough to impress Lizzie.
Not that I, David Gordon, have a chance with Lizzie. There was a short time when I thought maybe there was a chance, but it turned out, Lizzie didn't quite feel the same about me. After she kissed me, she never brought it up the subject again, so it was dropped, and never discussed again. Oh well, what can I expect? She is my best friend, right? I might give my right arm to be more with her, but then I would be minus a right arm and it wouldn't be true.
So yeah, basically, I am jealous of Ethan. I have been for the past few years. However long she has liked him, I have been jealous. I was also jealous of Ronnie and then there was Paulo. No one knows this, of course. Not even Miranda, my other best friend. She has her own worries though, with her own boyfriend, Joe. Yeah, I know, Joe is such an average name. But, Joe is nice. Lizzie has never seemed to like him, though, so he doesn't bother me.
It's sad when you think about it, really. The fact that I wish I could be Ethan is very sad. I would do it, though, become Ethan, if it meant Lizzie would have a crush on me. But, nope, I am stuck as me, David Gordon, the best guy friend she confides in and depends on. She doesn't want to cross the friendship line. That is why I wish I were Ethan Craft, because Lizzie and Ethan aren't really friends to begin with, and therefore, no weird uncomfortable ness.
"So, are you eating at my house tonight?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know. What are you having?" I don't really care; I will always take her up on the offer.
"Fried Chicken and biscuits," Lizzie answered.
"Yum! I will definitely be there!" I said.
"Good! It's a date," she said, "Only with my mom, dad, and brother with us," she laughed. I also laughed; only it really wasn't that funny. I want to date her, and to know that she was joking, as she always is, hurts.
"Yeah," I said, "I can't wait!"
"Me neither. You want to join me in watching a movie before dinner?"
"What movie?"
"I don't know," she answered, "I am kind of in the mood to see 'Bring it On'"
"Again?"
"Yeah! I can never watch that enough times," she said.
"Arg! Fine! But only if you agree to watch The Exorcist with me some time!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Fine, but only once!" She laughed. She is so naïve. Maybe that is why she is so loveable.
I shook my head and laughed. "Well, okay, come by at around four?" she confirmed.
I nodded my head, "See you at four!"
"Good. Now, I am going to go see if I can find Ethan," Lizzie said, and she went ahead to find him.
I sighed as I watched her run after Ethan. He is so lucky! I just want to walk in his shoes for like a week just to know what its like to be loved by the person I love.
Well, at least that is what I thought eight days ago.
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