***Thanks for all the reviews! I am so glad you like this story! I guess this means I am continuing this story. Yay! Also, I realize Gordo doesn't usually have such bitterness towards Ethan, but for the sake of this story, he does. Also, this will be told in various POVs and they alternate. Gordo, Lizzie, and Ethan. Mainly Gordo.***
***Sorry, but Lizzie belongs to Disney.***
Chapter Two
Wishes
~Gordo~
At four, I was at Lizzie's house. I rang the doorbell, and Lizzie greeted me. "Hey," she said, "Come in."
I entered the house, "I have some bad news," Lizzie said.
"What?"
"Ugh! Well, I just found out that Gammy McGuire is coming to dinner tonight."
"So?" I asked.
"Well, have you ever met Gammy McGuire?"
"I can't say that I have," I said.
"Well, Gammy McGuire is . . . a little eccentric. Especially lately. She has developed all these weird hobbies, like reading tealeaves and playing with tarot cards. Every time we see her, it is something new."
"This should be interesting," I said, "When is she coming over?"
"Not until six, but she will probably end up staying until midnight. Save me, Gordo! Save me by staying here until she leaves!"
"Okay, fine. I'll call my mom and see if it's okay. Deal?"
"Yeah, call her," she insisted, handing me the phone. I took it and called home. My mom answered.
"Can I stay a little later at Lizzie's?" I asked
"How late?"
"No later than midnight?"
"Sure, just call home when you are ready for someone to pick you up because I don't want you walking that late," she said.
"Thanks. I'll call you. I love you," I said, and then I hung up the phone.
"You can stay?" Lizzie asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, my mom said it was okay."
"Oh, thank you, Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed and she gave me a giant hug, "You don't understand what you are doing for me tonight, you are a great friend!" she exclaimed. She then pulled away, "If I were in your shoes, I would probably complain about it, but you didn't. Thank you! I owe you so much for this!"
Yeah, well, if I were anyone else, I would complain, but then Lizzie wouldn't hug me, right? Also, it's more time with Lizzie and I am doing her a favor. Now, she owes me. "You're welcome," I finally said.
"Well, now that that is all settled, ready for the movie?"
" 'Bring it On,' right?" I said, hoping she changed her mind.
"Actually, I forgot that I lent that to Miranda the other day. I haven't gotten it back yet. So, were watching Oklahoma, okay?"
"Oklahoma? The musical?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Yeah. Actually, my mom suggested it. It's supposed to be really good," she said.
"Have you ever seen it?"
"Nope. Never, but we've owned it for a long time, and I say this is as good an opportunity as ever."
"What's it about?"
"Um, Oklahoma?" Lizzie guessed, "Actually, it's a love story, with music."
"Ooh, can I make fun of the music?" I asked. I was never one for musicals, but I'll put up with it. It did win a few Academy Awards, and I might as well learn why.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Make fun of the music all you want. I don't care."
"Gee, thanks," I said.
We then went into her room to watch the movie. Lizzie situated herself on her bed. She offered some space for me, but I declined. As much as I wanted to do that, it would just do too much to my body and specifically my hormones. I opted for the floor in front of her. Lizzie played the movie.
The movie started out with some guy on a horse singing about how beautiful the morning was as he was going through the fields. Wow. This is pretty boring so far. Somebody save me. Then, the mom from the Partridge Family showed up and the guy on the horse flirted with the mom. Okay, so we see the plot is about these two people. He then sings a song, and . . . I think I may have to fall asleep to this eventually. What Oscars did this win, again?
Two hours later, we heard the doorbell ring. Lizzie sighed as she stopped the movie. I was going to ask her how she liked this movie, but then I noticed she was crying. I was not paying attention to the movie, or her very well, so I didn't know what was going on/
"What's the matter, Lizzie?" I asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Lizzie said, grabbing a tissue next to her bed and wiping the tears, "It's just that last scene with that mean guy got to me. This movie is so sad! Don't you think?"
"Sad?" I repeated, "Yeah! Its really sad." Maybe that was true. I don't know.
Lizzie got up and headed for the door, "Ready to see what Gammy McGuire does to us tonight?"
I stood up, "Ready as I'll ever be." How bad can it be, right?
We headed down the stairs, where the rest of the family was, plus an older woman who was busy hugging Matt. Mrs. McGuire was the first to notice Lizzie. "Lizzie! Come down!"
Lizzie came down, and I followed.
"Hello, Elizabeth," Gammy said.
"Hey!" Lizzie said, and hugged her grandmother.
Gammy then looked at me, "And who is this young gentleman?" she asked, questioning Lizzie.
"This is one of my best friends, David," Lizzie said.
Gammy smiled and walked toward me to give me a hug, "Nice to meet you, David. Nice to finally meet one of Lizzie's friends."
"So, are you ready for dinner, mom?" Mr. McGuire asked.
"Of course!" Gammy said. She then presented a shopping bag and took it with her to the table. We then all sat down. I felt very much a part of the family at this time. Almost like I shouldn't be here. "Anyway, I brought you kids some things," she said once we wee settled and eating a salad.
"Ooh, what?" Matt asked, excitedly.
"Well, for you, Matthew," Gammy started, and went into her bag and then presented him a snow globe. Matt's face almost fell to disappointment, but Mrs. McGuire kicked him as a signal.
"Gee, thanks, Gammy!" he said with fake enthusiasm. Lizzie and I exchanged smiled.
"You're very welcome. Now, for you, Elizabeth, I brought you these," Gammy said, and handed her a pack of tarot cards, "I remember you liked the cards, so I got you some to impress your friends."
Lizzie smiled, only she looked more sincere than Matt, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Use them wisely."
"Well, thank you, mom!" Mr. McGuire said.
"Wait!" Gammy said, holding up a finger, "I am not finished! I have something for David, too."
The table all looked at Gammy like she was crazy. "You do?" I finally asked.
"Of course! I sensed that Lizzie would have a friend coming a long time ago, so I came prepared. Here you are," she said, and she handed me a Magic 8 Ball.
"Thanks!" I said. I hope I sounded sincere, because I really wasn't excited about the Magic 8 Ball. What was I going to do with it? Ask if Lizzie was going to marry me and have it answer, "Try again later?" Hmm . . .this night really can't get any better can it. I suppose it is the thought that counts, but the thought of a Magic 8 Ball actually scares me in a weird way. The sad thing is that I will use it to ask questions about Lizzie.
"It really works! Try it out. Ask a question!" Gammy said, reassuringly.
The whole table was looking at me. I asked Lizzie for help, but she couldn't. "Um, okay," I said, "Will I graduate from high school?" Wow, what a dumb question! It was the first thing that popped into my head, though. I shook the ball up sheepishly, and waited for it to answer.
"Definitely!" I read out loud.
"Good, David! I hope you use that in good health," Gammy said.
"I will," I said.
We ate dinner, and after dinner, we all sat around the living room for more talking with Gammy McGuire. Why did I agree to this again? This isn't my family! These stories aren't relating to me. I was forced to listen, though, as I sat next to Lizzie.
"Tell, me, Lizzie, Is this the boy that you obsessed over in middle school, and even tried to act like him to impress him?" Gammy asked.
Lizzie blushed, "You heard that story?"
Gammy nodded her head, "I have my ways."
"I told her about it," Mrs. McGuire confessed.
"Is this the same boy?" Gammy repeated.
Lizzie shook her head, "No, that's Ethan, a totally different person."
Gammy knows stories about Ethan and none about me? I hate Ethan! I so wish Gammy knew a story about me! Why does Ethan get all the luck??? Ethan isn't even smart!
"Oh," Gammy said, staying quiet for a minute, "Well, that's nice. How long have you known Elizabeth, David?" She asked me.
"All of my life," I said, trying not to sound hurt that there was a story about Ethan, but not me. I guess that is the kind of impression I have on the McGuire's, though.
"That long, huh?" she said, "You'll have to excuse me, my memory isn't the same as it used to be," she said, as if she could read my mind and tell that I was upset.
"It's okay," I said. I guess it was, until . . .
"Are you the paperboy?" Gammy asked.
All right, so she knows about Ronnie, who was in Lizzie's life for maybe a month, and Ethan, the human air all. How is this supposed to make me feel?
"No," I said, "That was Ronnie."
"Oh," she said. More silence. Lizzie smiled at me sympathetically and Matt was silently laughing.
"Gammy," Lizzie finally said, "Gordo- I mean David was the one with the one who almost went to high school a year early."
I nodded my head and looked at Gammy, who was looking at her blankly. Great, my stories weren't as memorable as Ethan's or Ronnie's. Mine were just average, everyday stories. I was always in the supporting cast. This just does wonders for my self-esteem. I wish I were home.
Gammy shook her head, "I am sorry, I don't remember."
"That's okay," I said, although most of me didn't think that.
"We'll create stories with you, though!" Gammy said, trying to lighten the mood, "Anyway, I suppose you all wonder what I've been up to lately.
She doesn't know any stories about me, but I have to listen to her talk? This is fair . . .in some alternate universe.
"Anyway, while I was in Greenland, I learned a new game. Everyone gets a piece of paper and writes a wish on it. Then, we burn them, and the paper that has the smoke going in the direction directly north's wish will come true," she explained, "I think we should give it a shot."
Fire in Greenland? Greenland is near Iceland, and is incredibly cold. Excuse me while I am skeptical about this game. I'll play it anyway.
Gammy handed us a piece of paper and told us to write down a wish. I refuse to take such games seriously, but while I am feeling the way I am feeling, I might as well wishfully think. I wish I were like Ethan, who was worthy enough for stories to be passed to generations. If I were Ethan, Lizzie would be madly in love with me. I wrote on the paper, "I wish I was Ethan."
I handed the paper back, and as soon as everyone gave their wishes in, she looked at them and wrote something on them. Wait. She was reading the wish.
"What are you doing?" Mr. McGuire asked.
"Oh, well, at the end, I write a certain number at random on each wish. That number represents the number of days your wish will become true."
Yeah, right. Who actually believes this? My parents would have her analyzed in a minute if she knew what she was doing to us.
"And this works?" Matt asked.
Lizzie whispered into my ear, "Do me a favor and humor her with this." What was my other option? To argue with her and make a bad impression on the McGuire's? I may hate this, but I am not dumb.
"Of course! How do you think Zachary Taylor was only president for two months?" Gammy said.
Um, he died. He ate too many cherries and milk. Who would have done this to him anyway? One of his fifteen children? The president of Greenland? This is crazy. I must remember to humor her, though.
Then, came the burning. One by one, they were burned, and none of the smoke went straight up, as I expected. Mine was the last one, and I expected mine to be as exciting as the next persons. Unfortunately, though, the smoke went straight up. Gammy definitely noticed this.
"Oh, David! You lucky boy, you! Whatever you wished for will come true!"
I have to humor her, "Wow! For how long?"
"I wrote 7 days on everyone's, so a week. Starting tomorrow. I hope you wished for something good!" Gammy said.
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "What did you wish for?"
I blushed, "I-I don't remember." I lied.
Lizzie looked disappointed, "Oh, too bad. I guess you will find out tomorrow."
A few hours later, after her stories about Greenland and Canada, she left, and so did I.
"Nice to meet you, David," she said.
I smiled, "Nice to meet you, too."
"Have a wonderful week!" she said. She left and I called my mom to pick me up. It was a little after eleven by now.
"I told you she was unconventional, didn't I?" Lizzie said, as soon as I hung up.
"Man, my grandmother is normal compared to yours," I admitted.
"Well, maybe we'll get the last laugh," she said.
"What do you mean? I am going to be nothing like that when I'm older!" I said.
"No, I mean, your wish. It might come true."
"It COULD happen," I said, giving her a weird look, "But, it won't."
"Well, at least mine isn't supposed to come true. I wished Matt would disappear, but now I know that it would only last seven days, it wasn't worth it."
I laughed. Wouldn't it be funny if mine came true? I mean, what if I were actually Ethan?? How odd would that be? I would get Lizzie, though.
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***Sorry, but Lizzie belongs to Disney.***
Chapter Two
Wishes
~Gordo~
At four, I was at Lizzie's house. I rang the doorbell, and Lizzie greeted me. "Hey," she said, "Come in."
I entered the house, "I have some bad news," Lizzie said.
"What?"
"Ugh! Well, I just found out that Gammy McGuire is coming to dinner tonight."
"So?" I asked.
"Well, have you ever met Gammy McGuire?"
"I can't say that I have," I said.
"Well, Gammy McGuire is . . . a little eccentric. Especially lately. She has developed all these weird hobbies, like reading tealeaves and playing with tarot cards. Every time we see her, it is something new."
"This should be interesting," I said, "When is she coming over?"
"Not until six, but she will probably end up staying until midnight. Save me, Gordo! Save me by staying here until she leaves!"
"Okay, fine. I'll call my mom and see if it's okay. Deal?"
"Yeah, call her," she insisted, handing me the phone. I took it and called home. My mom answered.
"Can I stay a little later at Lizzie's?" I asked
"How late?"
"No later than midnight?"
"Sure, just call home when you are ready for someone to pick you up because I don't want you walking that late," she said.
"Thanks. I'll call you. I love you," I said, and then I hung up the phone.
"You can stay?" Lizzie asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, my mom said it was okay."
"Oh, thank you, Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed and she gave me a giant hug, "You don't understand what you are doing for me tonight, you are a great friend!" she exclaimed. She then pulled away, "If I were in your shoes, I would probably complain about it, but you didn't. Thank you! I owe you so much for this!"
Yeah, well, if I were anyone else, I would complain, but then Lizzie wouldn't hug me, right? Also, it's more time with Lizzie and I am doing her a favor. Now, she owes me. "You're welcome," I finally said.
"Well, now that that is all settled, ready for the movie?"
" 'Bring it On,' right?" I said, hoping she changed her mind.
"Actually, I forgot that I lent that to Miranda the other day. I haven't gotten it back yet. So, were watching Oklahoma, okay?"
"Oklahoma? The musical?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Yeah. Actually, my mom suggested it. It's supposed to be really good," she said.
"Have you ever seen it?"
"Nope. Never, but we've owned it for a long time, and I say this is as good an opportunity as ever."
"What's it about?"
"Um, Oklahoma?" Lizzie guessed, "Actually, it's a love story, with music."
"Ooh, can I make fun of the music?" I asked. I was never one for musicals, but I'll put up with it. It did win a few Academy Awards, and I might as well learn why.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Make fun of the music all you want. I don't care."
"Gee, thanks," I said.
We then went into her room to watch the movie. Lizzie situated herself on her bed. She offered some space for me, but I declined. As much as I wanted to do that, it would just do too much to my body and specifically my hormones. I opted for the floor in front of her. Lizzie played the movie.
The movie started out with some guy on a horse singing about how beautiful the morning was as he was going through the fields. Wow. This is pretty boring so far. Somebody save me. Then, the mom from the Partridge Family showed up and the guy on the horse flirted with the mom. Okay, so we see the plot is about these two people. He then sings a song, and . . . I think I may have to fall asleep to this eventually. What Oscars did this win, again?
Two hours later, we heard the doorbell ring. Lizzie sighed as she stopped the movie. I was going to ask her how she liked this movie, but then I noticed she was crying. I was not paying attention to the movie, or her very well, so I didn't know what was going on/
"What's the matter, Lizzie?" I asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Lizzie said, grabbing a tissue next to her bed and wiping the tears, "It's just that last scene with that mean guy got to me. This movie is so sad! Don't you think?"
"Sad?" I repeated, "Yeah! Its really sad." Maybe that was true. I don't know.
Lizzie got up and headed for the door, "Ready to see what Gammy McGuire does to us tonight?"
I stood up, "Ready as I'll ever be." How bad can it be, right?
We headed down the stairs, where the rest of the family was, plus an older woman who was busy hugging Matt. Mrs. McGuire was the first to notice Lizzie. "Lizzie! Come down!"
Lizzie came down, and I followed.
"Hello, Elizabeth," Gammy said.
"Hey!" Lizzie said, and hugged her grandmother.
Gammy then looked at me, "And who is this young gentleman?" she asked, questioning Lizzie.
"This is one of my best friends, David," Lizzie said.
Gammy smiled and walked toward me to give me a hug, "Nice to meet you, David. Nice to finally meet one of Lizzie's friends."
"So, are you ready for dinner, mom?" Mr. McGuire asked.
"Of course!" Gammy said. She then presented a shopping bag and took it with her to the table. We then all sat down. I felt very much a part of the family at this time. Almost like I shouldn't be here. "Anyway, I brought you kids some things," she said once we wee settled and eating a salad.
"Ooh, what?" Matt asked, excitedly.
"Well, for you, Matthew," Gammy started, and went into her bag and then presented him a snow globe. Matt's face almost fell to disappointment, but Mrs. McGuire kicked him as a signal.
"Gee, thanks, Gammy!" he said with fake enthusiasm. Lizzie and I exchanged smiled.
"You're very welcome. Now, for you, Elizabeth, I brought you these," Gammy said, and handed her a pack of tarot cards, "I remember you liked the cards, so I got you some to impress your friends."
Lizzie smiled, only she looked more sincere than Matt, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Use them wisely."
"Well, thank you, mom!" Mr. McGuire said.
"Wait!" Gammy said, holding up a finger, "I am not finished! I have something for David, too."
The table all looked at Gammy like she was crazy. "You do?" I finally asked.
"Of course! I sensed that Lizzie would have a friend coming a long time ago, so I came prepared. Here you are," she said, and she handed me a Magic 8 Ball.
"Thanks!" I said. I hope I sounded sincere, because I really wasn't excited about the Magic 8 Ball. What was I going to do with it? Ask if Lizzie was going to marry me and have it answer, "Try again later?" Hmm . . .this night really can't get any better can it. I suppose it is the thought that counts, but the thought of a Magic 8 Ball actually scares me in a weird way. The sad thing is that I will use it to ask questions about Lizzie.
"It really works! Try it out. Ask a question!" Gammy said, reassuringly.
The whole table was looking at me. I asked Lizzie for help, but she couldn't. "Um, okay," I said, "Will I graduate from high school?" Wow, what a dumb question! It was the first thing that popped into my head, though. I shook the ball up sheepishly, and waited for it to answer.
"Definitely!" I read out loud.
"Good, David! I hope you use that in good health," Gammy said.
"I will," I said.
We ate dinner, and after dinner, we all sat around the living room for more talking with Gammy McGuire. Why did I agree to this again? This isn't my family! These stories aren't relating to me. I was forced to listen, though, as I sat next to Lizzie.
"Tell, me, Lizzie, Is this the boy that you obsessed over in middle school, and even tried to act like him to impress him?" Gammy asked.
Lizzie blushed, "You heard that story?"
Gammy nodded her head, "I have my ways."
"I told her about it," Mrs. McGuire confessed.
"Is this the same boy?" Gammy repeated.
Lizzie shook her head, "No, that's Ethan, a totally different person."
Gammy knows stories about Ethan and none about me? I hate Ethan! I so wish Gammy knew a story about me! Why does Ethan get all the luck??? Ethan isn't even smart!
"Oh," Gammy said, staying quiet for a minute, "Well, that's nice. How long have you known Elizabeth, David?" She asked me.
"All of my life," I said, trying not to sound hurt that there was a story about Ethan, but not me. I guess that is the kind of impression I have on the McGuire's, though.
"That long, huh?" she said, "You'll have to excuse me, my memory isn't the same as it used to be," she said, as if she could read my mind and tell that I was upset.
"It's okay," I said. I guess it was, until . . .
"Are you the paperboy?" Gammy asked.
All right, so she knows about Ronnie, who was in Lizzie's life for maybe a month, and Ethan, the human air all. How is this supposed to make me feel?
"No," I said, "That was Ronnie."
"Oh," she said. More silence. Lizzie smiled at me sympathetically and Matt was silently laughing.
"Gammy," Lizzie finally said, "Gordo- I mean David was the one with the one who almost went to high school a year early."
I nodded my head and looked at Gammy, who was looking at her blankly. Great, my stories weren't as memorable as Ethan's or Ronnie's. Mine were just average, everyday stories. I was always in the supporting cast. This just does wonders for my self-esteem. I wish I were home.
Gammy shook her head, "I am sorry, I don't remember."
"That's okay," I said, although most of me didn't think that.
"We'll create stories with you, though!" Gammy said, trying to lighten the mood, "Anyway, I suppose you all wonder what I've been up to lately.
She doesn't know any stories about me, but I have to listen to her talk? This is fair . . .in some alternate universe.
"Anyway, while I was in Greenland, I learned a new game. Everyone gets a piece of paper and writes a wish on it. Then, we burn them, and the paper that has the smoke going in the direction directly north's wish will come true," she explained, "I think we should give it a shot."
Fire in Greenland? Greenland is near Iceland, and is incredibly cold. Excuse me while I am skeptical about this game. I'll play it anyway.
Gammy handed us a piece of paper and told us to write down a wish. I refuse to take such games seriously, but while I am feeling the way I am feeling, I might as well wishfully think. I wish I were like Ethan, who was worthy enough for stories to be passed to generations. If I were Ethan, Lizzie would be madly in love with me. I wrote on the paper, "I wish I was Ethan."
I handed the paper back, and as soon as everyone gave their wishes in, she looked at them and wrote something on them. Wait. She was reading the wish.
"What are you doing?" Mr. McGuire asked.
"Oh, well, at the end, I write a certain number at random on each wish. That number represents the number of days your wish will become true."
Yeah, right. Who actually believes this? My parents would have her analyzed in a minute if she knew what she was doing to us.
"And this works?" Matt asked.
Lizzie whispered into my ear, "Do me a favor and humor her with this." What was my other option? To argue with her and make a bad impression on the McGuire's? I may hate this, but I am not dumb.
"Of course! How do you think Zachary Taylor was only president for two months?" Gammy said.
Um, he died. He ate too many cherries and milk. Who would have done this to him anyway? One of his fifteen children? The president of Greenland? This is crazy. I must remember to humor her, though.
Then, came the burning. One by one, they were burned, and none of the smoke went straight up, as I expected. Mine was the last one, and I expected mine to be as exciting as the next persons. Unfortunately, though, the smoke went straight up. Gammy definitely noticed this.
"Oh, David! You lucky boy, you! Whatever you wished for will come true!"
I have to humor her, "Wow! For how long?"
"I wrote 7 days on everyone's, so a week. Starting tomorrow. I hope you wished for something good!" Gammy said.
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "What did you wish for?"
I blushed, "I-I don't remember." I lied.
Lizzie looked disappointed, "Oh, too bad. I guess you will find out tomorrow."
A few hours later, after her stories about Greenland and Canada, she left, and so did I.
"Nice to meet you, David," she said.
I smiled, "Nice to meet you, too."
"Have a wonderful week!" she said. She left and I called my mom to pick me up. It was a little after eleven by now.
"I told you she was unconventional, didn't I?" Lizzie said, as soon as I hung up.
"Man, my grandmother is normal compared to yours," I admitted.
"Well, maybe we'll get the last laugh," she said.
"What do you mean? I am going to be nothing like that when I'm older!" I said.
"No, I mean, your wish. It might come true."
"It COULD happen," I said, giving her a weird look, "But, it won't."
"Well, at least mine isn't supposed to come true. I wished Matt would disappear, but now I know that it would only last seven days, it wasn't worth it."
I laughed. Wouldn't it be funny if mine came true? I mean, what if I were actually Ethan?? How odd would that be? I would get Lizzie, though.
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