***I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update! I guess I have just been boggled down all the sudden with all of these projects! Grr! It's really annoying! Anyway, I probably won't be updating as much because I have something, like, four projects due at the end of September, and have to finish reading a novel. Anyway, happy reading! Please review!***
***I don't own Lizzie McGuire***
Chapter Three
It Happened One Night
~Lizzie~
Uh! What a crazy night this has been! My grandmother decided to just come waltzing over here and be weird! Anyway, I was so glad Gordo was there to help keep my sanity and keep me company.
My grandmother seriously needs help. No, seriously. She is a fool, and she is now bugging Gordo, my friend. Gordo was a good sport, though.
I felt kind of bad for him, though. I mean, I have talked about him with my grandmother before and all, but I guess my grandmother forgets. I don't forget Gordo, though! I mean, how could I?
Anyway, after both my grandmother and Gordo left, I ventured upstairs and ran into my dad.
"Dad," I said, "Your mom needs help!"
Did rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you can say that again," he agreed, "But she has developed a hobby and it makes her happy, and as long as it is harmless to her health, I guess I'm okay with it. I don't want to upset her or anything."
"Dad! Did you see how Gordo was down there? Gammy acted like I never mentioned Gordo before!" I pointed out.
"Well, she's senile. She was trying, though. I am sorry about Gordo, but it's the best I can do."
"Ugh!" I said, flailing my arms in the air, "I can't believe I am related to a nut case!"
I didn't even wait for dad to respond as I went off to my room and shut the door.
Since it was Friday night, I didn't feel like going to bed yet. I considered going online and venting to either Miranda or Gordo, but decided against that. If I were really desperate, I could always plan out my tutoring thing with Ethan I now have to do. How do I get myself into these things? I can't believe I am tutoring Ethan! The guy I used to like. Boy, those days seem like such a long time ago.
I guess you can say I have moved on, but only to my next crush, still Gordo. I'll never tell him, but I think he's really cute! Teehee, I feel like I am in elementary school or something. He would probably kill me if I ever told him that. Maybe one day, I'll tell him, but not today . . .or tomorrow . . . or in this century.
Anyway, enough gushing over Gordo. I could do that all day, but then I really would be acting like an elementary school girl. I got dressed in my pajamas and got situated in my bed. It was pretty late, so I decided to try and go to bed. I lay in my bed thinking about the night I had just experienced.
I mean, what if what Gammy said was true? What if my wish actually came true?
Heh, Gordo's wish is expected to come true. I wonder what he wished for. He probably wished to get out of my house or something. I wouldn't blame him.
I wished that Gordo still had a crush on me.
Oh well, I guess I could always talk to the moon or something . . .
***
~Gordo~
After that humiliating experience I had at the McGuire residence, I went home and sulked. Yeah, I took it like a man, all right, tears and everything. Well, maybe not tears, but I did have quite a time venting about it. I went up to my room and dug my self into my computer. Luckily, the one person that knows about my crush on Lizzie, Larry, was online. Oh, good! I had someone to talk to and vent to about the night.
DZG8002: Hey Larry
Spacegeek2: Gordo! What's happening? What brings you to the galaxy at this hour?
Yeah, Larry still has his quirks, but he's still a friend.
DZG8002: I just got back from Lizzie's house.
Spacegeek2: Ooh. Did it go well?
DZG8002: Um, not really. Her grandmother was there.
Spacegeek2: So? What happened? Was it bad?
DZG8002: Her grandmother didn't remember me and thought I was Ethan, and then Ronnie.
Spacegeek2: Refresh my memory, who is Ronnie again?
DZG8002: Lizzie's boyfriend from middle school.
Spacegeek2: Oh.
Spacegeek2: Ouch, that has to hurt.
DZG8002: It left a mark. It only reminded me that I have no chance with Lizzie in the first place.
Spacegeek2: I have told you to stop saying that.
Spacegeek2: You don't know if it's true.
Spacegeek2: For all you know, she could fancy you just as much as you fancy her.
DZG8002: I wish I believed you.
DZG8002: But, everyday, it's getting harder and harder to believe. I think she still likes Ethan.
Spacegeek2: No!
Spacegeek2: C'est impossible!
DZG8002: Oh, it's totally possible. I know Lizzie, and I see the way she looks at Ethan. It also doesn't help that she has to tutor him now.
Spacegeek2: Poor thing.
DZG8002: I know. I hate it. I hate how she gets to spend even more time with Ethan now.
Spacegeek2: Um, Gordo, I wasn't referring to you as the victim here.
Spacegeek2: I was referring to Lizzie. She has to try and teach Ethan math. That will be a challenge.
DZG8002: But, she'll enjoy it because she is with Ethan.
Spacegeek2: Sigh
Spacegeek2: Well, good luck with your venture, lad.
Spacegeek2: I believe that you might be surprised as to who will win this particular battle, though.
Spacegeek2: I sleep now, though. Have a good weekend.
Spacegeek2 has signed off
I know exactly who will win this battle. It's the one who was winning all along, and it isn't me.
I logged off of my computer and decided I should probably go to sleep. I mean, this day needs to stop. I went to sleep having no idea what was in store for me when I woke up.
***
***The Next Morning***
"TIME TO GET UP!" I heard an unfamiliar female voice yell, "YOUR FATHER WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN PACKED! GET UP!"
I opened my eyes. What was going on? I looked around and this wasn't my room. I didn't recognize the room I was in. What is that woman talking about? Packing? I'm not going anywhere. What was going on? I looked at the clock, and it was 7:30. I don't get up this early on Saturdays. This must be a dream. I lay back down on the unfamiliar pillow and tried to fall asleep, but then realized this was all too real to be a dream.
Just then, a woman rushed in, looked at me, rolled her eyes and sighed. That woman didn't look at all familiar "Ethan! Get out of bed! Your father is picking you up at eight, and you need to shower, get dressed and get packed to go to his house!"
I gave her a blank look. How was I supposed to respond to her? Wait a minute . . . did she just call me Ethan? "Who are you?" I asked, but the voice that came out was definitely not my own.
The woman looked at me strangely, "Oh, having an identity crisis this morning, are we? I happen to be your mother, now GET UP!" she said, as if her patience was wearing thin.
"And who am I?" I asked. I think I must be dreaming.
The woman crossed her arms, "Ethan, we can't play this game today. I am begging you to please get up and take a shower and get some clothes on. I'll tell you what, while you take a shower and get ready, I will pack your things."
"Where am I going?" This was all getting too weird.
"Where do you go every Saturday? To your dad's! Now, UP!" she said.
I gave up on the questioning and decided to amuse her by heading to the bathroom. I stood up. Boy, things seemed a lot taller. This was weird. Unfortunately, I went through the wrong door, and this woman watched and pointed to the correct door. Yeah, I definitely didn't know this woman and I wished she would stop calling me Ethan. I walked in to the bathroom.
When I got into the bathroom, another room I didn't recognize, I looked down at the sink. Whoa, all this stuff was definitely not mine. I do not wear aftershave and I definitely don't own an electric toothbrush.
It was when I looked up into the mirror that I had the biggest problem. For, what I saw in the mirror was definitely not me! In fact, it wasn't anywhere close to being me. When I looked into the mirror, I saw Ethan staring back at me!
"AHHHHHHHH"
***
***Please review! I will update as soon as possible!***
***I don't own Lizzie McGuire***
Chapter Three
It Happened One Night
~Lizzie~
Uh! What a crazy night this has been! My grandmother decided to just come waltzing over here and be weird! Anyway, I was so glad Gordo was there to help keep my sanity and keep me company.
My grandmother seriously needs help. No, seriously. She is a fool, and she is now bugging Gordo, my friend. Gordo was a good sport, though.
I felt kind of bad for him, though. I mean, I have talked about him with my grandmother before and all, but I guess my grandmother forgets. I don't forget Gordo, though! I mean, how could I?
Anyway, after both my grandmother and Gordo left, I ventured upstairs and ran into my dad.
"Dad," I said, "Your mom needs help!"
Did rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you can say that again," he agreed, "But she has developed a hobby and it makes her happy, and as long as it is harmless to her health, I guess I'm okay with it. I don't want to upset her or anything."
"Dad! Did you see how Gordo was down there? Gammy acted like I never mentioned Gordo before!" I pointed out.
"Well, she's senile. She was trying, though. I am sorry about Gordo, but it's the best I can do."
"Ugh!" I said, flailing my arms in the air, "I can't believe I am related to a nut case!"
I didn't even wait for dad to respond as I went off to my room and shut the door.
Since it was Friday night, I didn't feel like going to bed yet. I considered going online and venting to either Miranda or Gordo, but decided against that. If I were really desperate, I could always plan out my tutoring thing with Ethan I now have to do. How do I get myself into these things? I can't believe I am tutoring Ethan! The guy I used to like. Boy, those days seem like such a long time ago.
I guess you can say I have moved on, but only to my next crush, still Gordo. I'll never tell him, but I think he's really cute! Teehee, I feel like I am in elementary school or something. He would probably kill me if I ever told him that. Maybe one day, I'll tell him, but not today . . .or tomorrow . . . or in this century.
Anyway, enough gushing over Gordo. I could do that all day, but then I really would be acting like an elementary school girl. I got dressed in my pajamas and got situated in my bed. It was pretty late, so I decided to try and go to bed. I lay in my bed thinking about the night I had just experienced.
I mean, what if what Gammy said was true? What if my wish actually came true?
Heh, Gordo's wish is expected to come true. I wonder what he wished for. He probably wished to get out of my house or something. I wouldn't blame him.
I wished that Gordo still had a crush on me.
Oh well, I guess I could always talk to the moon or something . . .
***
~Gordo~
After that humiliating experience I had at the McGuire residence, I went home and sulked. Yeah, I took it like a man, all right, tears and everything. Well, maybe not tears, but I did have quite a time venting about it. I went up to my room and dug my self into my computer. Luckily, the one person that knows about my crush on Lizzie, Larry, was online. Oh, good! I had someone to talk to and vent to about the night.
DZG8002: Hey Larry
Spacegeek2: Gordo! What's happening? What brings you to the galaxy at this hour?
Yeah, Larry still has his quirks, but he's still a friend.
DZG8002: I just got back from Lizzie's house.
Spacegeek2: Ooh. Did it go well?
DZG8002: Um, not really. Her grandmother was there.
Spacegeek2: So? What happened? Was it bad?
DZG8002: Her grandmother didn't remember me and thought I was Ethan, and then Ronnie.
Spacegeek2: Refresh my memory, who is Ronnie again?
DZG8002: Lizzie's boyfriend from middle school.
Spacegeek2: Oh.
Spacegeek2: Ouch, that has to hurt.
DZG8002: It left a mark. It only reminded me that I have no chance with Lizzie in the first place.
Spacegeek2: I have told you to stop saying that.
Spacegeek2: You don't know if it's true.
Spacegeek2: For all you know, she could fancy you just as much as you fancy her.
DZG8002: I wish I believed you.
DZG8002: But, everyday, it's getting harder and harder to believe. I think she still likes Ethan.
Spacegeek2: No!
Spacegeek2: C'est impossible!
DZG8002: Oh, it's totally possible. I know Lizzie, and I see the way she looks at Ethan. It also doesn't help that she has to tutor him now.
Spacegeek2: Poor thing.
DZG8002: I know. I hate it. I hate how she gets to spend even more time with Ethan now.
Spacegeek2: Um, Gordo, I wasn't referring to you as the victim here.
Spacegeek2: I was referring to Lizzie. She has to try and teach Ethan math. That will be a challenge.
DZG8002: But, she'll enjoy it because she is with Ethan.
Spacegeek2: Sigh
Spacegeek2: Well, good luck with your venture, lad.
Spacegeek2: I believe that you might be surprised as to who will win this particular battle, though.
Spacegeek2: I sleep now, though. Have a good weekend.
Spacegeek2 has signed off
I know exactly who will win this battle. It's the one who was winning all along, and it isn't me.
I logged off of my computer and decided I should probably go to sleep. I mean, this day needs to stop. I went to sleep having no idea what was in store for me when I woke up.
***
***The Next Morning***
"TIME TO GET UP!" I heard an unfamiliar female voice yell, "YOUR FATHER WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN PACKED! GET UP!"
I opened my eyes. What was going on? I looked around and this wasn't my room. I didn't recognize the room I was in. What is that woman talking about? Packing? I'm not going anywhere. What was going on? I looked at the clock, and it was 7:30. I don't get up this early on Saturdays. This must be a dream. I lay back down on the unfamiliar pillow and tried to fall asleep, but then realized this was all too real to be a dream.
Just then, a woman rushed in, looked at me, rolled her eyes and sighed. That woman didn't look at all familiar "Ethan! Get out of bed! Your father is picking you up at eight, and you need to shower, get dressed and get packed to go to his house!"
I gave her a blank look. How was I supposed to respond to her? Wait a minute . . . did she just call me Ethan? "Who are you?" I asked, but the voice that came out was definitely not my own.
The woman looked at me strangely, "Oh, having an identity crisis this morning, are we? I happen to be your mother, now GET UP!" she said, as if her patience was wearing thin.
"And who am I?" I asked. I think I must be dreaming.
The woman crossed her arms, "Ethan, we can't play this game today. I am begging you to please get up and take a shower and get some clothes on. I'll tell you what, while you take a shower and get ready, I will pack your things."
"Where am I going?" This was all getting too weird.
"Where do you go every Saturday? To your dad's! Now, UP!" she said.
I gave up on the questioning and decided to amuse her by heading to the bathroom. I stood up. Boy, things seemed a lot taller. This was weird. Unfortunately, I went through the wrong door, and this woman watched and pointed to the correct door. Yeah, I definitely didn't know this woman and I wished she would stop calling me Ethan. I walked in to the bathroom.
When I got into the bathroom, another room I didn't recognize, I looked down at the sink. Whoa, all this stuff was definitely not mine. I do not wear aftershave and I definitely don't own an electric toothbrush.
It was when I looked up into the mirror that I had the biggest problem. For, what I saw in the mirror was definitely not me! In fact, it wasn't anywhere close to being me. When I looked into the mirror, I saw Ethan staring back at me!
"AHHHHHHHH"
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