***I don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
***I really should be reading the Tempest right now, but I guess that will just have to wait. I mean, the Tempest does have a Miranda in it, but who cares about that Miranda right now? This may be a little short, but there will be another update soon. Sorry for any confusion in the last chapter. I will work on that. Thanks for the reviews!***
Chapter Six
A la Casa Gordon
~Gordo~
The reason I decided to nix the plan to go to Lizzie's was simple: Ethan needed practice. There is no way in limbo that I am going to tell Lizzie about this. No, I just can't. I have to try to make this work telling as few people as possible.
Once we were in my house, I called to see if anyone was there. No one answered. I went into the kitchen to see if there was a note. Maybe my mom had some all-day event thing to go to. I hope she does.
In the kitchen, there was a note.
"Went to visit Aunt Rosie—I will call you when I am on my way home. Love, Mom."
Oh good, her visit with Aunt Rosie SHOULD take all day. That woman never shuts up.
I don't have time to think about family now, though! I have to some up with some resolution. Why does this have to happen to me? Wishes like that aren't supposed to actually work! Look at me! I am Ethan! It wouldn't be so bad, except that Ethan happens to be me. Could my life be any worse? I looked over at Ethan, who was in the hall, wandering around. This can't be good. Look at him . . .He is supposed to be me? For a whole week???
"Um, so what are we doing here?" he asked.
"Well, Ethan," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, but unfortunately Ethan was laughing.
"Sorry, man. It's just, I can't get over this me talking to me business," he said.
I rolled my eyes, "Well, that's why I brought you here."
"Oh?" he said.
"Yeah," I said, "We can't stay like this."
"Okay, let's move," he said, "You want to go to your room?"
How could this guy be so dense?? No wonder he needs a tutor. I am surprised he doesn't have a tutor in life at the rate he is going.
"No, Ethan, I mean we can't stay in our current forms. You have to be in your body and I have to be in my own."
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I was wondering about that."
"Me too."
"Can we go somewhere and sit down, though? My legs are getting tired of standing."
I give up!
I nodded, "Yeah, why don't we go to my room?"
"I suggested that earlier," Ethan said.
"Okay, well, then let's go!" I said and I passed him to go up the stairs. He followed.
Once we reached my room, he sat down on my bed and I sat down on my computer chair.
"Okay," he said, as he made himself comfortable, "What's the plan?"
I thought for a minute. Maybe I should at least fill him in on what I know.
"Well, the good news is that this will last, at most, seven days," I said.
"Seven days?" he said, "That's almost a week!"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, but this will be the longest week of my life if we don't do something."
"Like what?"
"Well, I haven't gotten that far yet," I said.
"Okay. Do you at least know how this happened?"
Unfortunately, I have a good idea.
I nodded my head, "It's a long story, but it ended with Lizzie's grandmother performing magic," I explained. It wasn't the whole truth, but he doesn't need to know the details.
"Hmm," he said, and he started stroking his chin, "You mean like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?"
I shook my head, "No, not quite. I keep thinking that maybe Lizzie's grandmother could help, but she didn't look like she knew what she was doing in the first place."
"Well, I don't know," Ethan said, "I mean, she did do this to us. Maybe she can get us out of this."
Wow! That was semi-insightful of Ethan. Now, all I have to do is find Gammy McGuire. I don't know her number, but I know the McGuire's would probably know it. I guess I could call Lizzie and think of some excuse.
Better yet . . .I have a plan. Why didn't I think of this before! Ethan and I could go over to her house and I could get Ethan, as me, to pretend that he left his Eight ball over there, and while they are looking for it, I could get the phone number from the refrigerator.
Am I ingenious or what? Well, that is assuming that Ethan doesn't screw anything up and that no one is in the kitchen.
Wait. . .what about Ethan. I mean why would Ethan join me to Lizzie's house. Lizzie would become awfully suspicious because I don't really hang out with Ethan. This is an interesting obstacle. I have to think about this. I paced my room as Ethan stayed where he was.
Why would Ethan be coming to Lizzie's house? I need a reason. Project? No. . .Lizzie and I share classes, and she knows I don't have a project with him. What is a good reason that won't make me look bad? Maybe I could need advice or something. Yeah, advise. Advise on what, though? Friends . . .no. Fashion? Nope. Financial? No way! I am supposed to be Ethan, here. School? . . . Actually that could work. Lizzie is going to be Ethan's tutor. Yeah! I could do something with that.
I sighed with relief because I finally had a plan. I glanced over at Ethan, though, and I started to loose hope again. He looks so clueless. I don't know how I am going to make this work if he is supposed to be me. Maybe I should make note cards or something for him. That way, we can go over everything before we go to Lizzie's. It may take a while, but it should be worth it.
"Ethan, hold on for a few more minutes, okay?" I said.
Ethan looked at me and nodded. He same me a thumbs up and smiled. I turned back to my desk to get some index cards and a pen.
Let's see. Should I write really big for Ethan's sake?
Actually, I even went one step further and talked to him to go over what to say.
"Okay, when we are at Lizzie's, you have to remember that she thinks that you are Gordo, her lifelong friend."
Ethan nodded his head, "No problemo, Gordo," he said and he smiled his cocky smile . . .only with my face. This is so hopeless. I will never make a wish again. EVER.
"That means you don't call her 'Lizzay' or act all goofy or anything," I said, just for clarity.
"Gordo," he said, "Chill! I mean, I have taken acting classes and I see you and Lizzie practically everyday. I know you too have that bond thing going on."
I nodded my head, "Yeah we do, but I am worried you will screw it up," I said, although I mumbled the last part.
Ethan shook his head, "That's nearly impossible."
I seriously doubt that.
"Just say as little as possible, okay?" I said.
Ethan nodded his head, "Silent as a rock I am."
Yeah, and about as dense as one too.
"I have a question, though," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Well, what if she wants to talk to me and gets all quizzified on me?"
Okay, we must shut the Ethan Craft Dictionary of Ethan.
"You mean inquisitive?"
Ethan thought about that for a minute and nodded his head, "Yeah, inquisitive. Hey! I kind of like that word!"
I rolled my eyes. If this is some sort of a preview for the week to come, I want to be sick the whole week, and hide until I am back as myself.
Why did I want to become Ethan again?
Oh yeah, because Lizzie adores him.
Oh well, if I have to do this, at least Lizzie will adore me. It will be false adoration, but I get what I can.
***
~Ethan~
"So, what should I do if Lizzie starts asking questions and wants to talk to me?" I repeated. Gordo seemed to be in his own little world, though.
"Gordo?" I repeated, and this time he snapped. Yeah, I knew I could get him out of his trance.
"Yeah?"
"What if your pal Lizzie wants to talk to me or something?"
"What about?"
"I don't know. Whatever you usually talk about. Like, what if she asks me what I think about something only you two would know about?"
He paused. I hate when he does that. Oh well, I can't complain. He probably has to think or something.
"Please try to avoid all conversation," he said, "But if she tries to talk to you, tell her your throat hurts or something. That way, you don't have to talk as much."
Good idea. This dude is a genius, I tell you. I wonder if Lizzie's brother will be there. I love that guy!
"Okay," I said.
Gordo continued working on note cards. He told me that they were for if I became desperate for 4-1-1, I could refer to them. Only for emergencies, though.
I don't know why Gordo is getting so touchy, though. I mean, I don't like wearing Gordo's shoes, but I have to look on the bright side. His shoes just fit better right now. Besides, Gordo is worrying enough for the both of us. Someone needs to be calm. This may all be a dream after all. If it is, I don't want to wake up with high blood pressure or something.
Along with note cards, he wrote down what I should say to Lizzie.
After what seemed like a year of listening to Gordo, he finally decided it was time to go to Lizzie's house.
So, we headed out. Gordo led the way, of course, as I have no idea where I am.
A few minutes later, we were at Lizzie's house, and we walked up to the front door.
This was it. I don't know why I am about to do this, but I know what I am supposed to do . . . I think.
Gordo looked at me and then rang the doorbell.
"If someone else answers the door, ask for Lizzie," he said.
Well, Duh! Who else would I ask for? Although I am tempted to talk to Matt, but not as Gordo.
I still can't get used to looking at Gordo looking like me. It still reminds me of a mirror that talks back or something.
The door opened, and Lizzie appeared. She looked at me and then Gordo. "Gordo!" she said, looking at me. Then she looked over at Gordo, "Ethan! What are you doing here?"
I smiled and waited for Gordo to say something. Al of the sudden, I felt nervous. Why was I here again? What am I supposed to talk about?
Gordo nudged me. Was I supposed to say something?
"Um, I am here because I need to," I started, but couldn't quite think of what Gordo told me.
Oh well, have no fear! Ethan's here! I can make up something on the spot.
"I am here to interview you for the school paper," I said. Gordo is on the school paper, right?
I looked over at Gordo, who didn't really seem pleased. Gee, I hope it wasn't something I said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, but she looked confused, "Is Ethan on the paper too?"
Gordo glared at me and then looked at Lizzie, "Um, yeah. I am here to help Gordo."
***
~Gordo~
What does Ethan think he is doing? He is supposed to be looking for a magic eight ball! He can't interview her when he is supposed to be me! Ew! No!
I swear! I need to find the remote control button for Ethan and press mute.
AHHH! This is getting worse by the second!
***
***To be continued! Please review!***
***I really should be reading the Tempest right now, but I guess that will just have to wait. I mean, the Tempest does have a Miranda in it, but who cares about that Miranda right now? This may be a little short, but there will be another update soon. Sorry for any confusion in the last chapter. I will work on that. Thanks for the reviews!***
Chapter Six
A la Casa Gordon
~Gordo~
The reason I decided to nix the plan to go to Lizzie's was simple: Ethan needed practice. There is no way in limbo that I am going to tell Lizzie about this. No, I just can't. I have to try to make this work telling as few people as possible.
Once we were in my house, I called to see if anyone was there. No one answered. I went into the kitchen to see if there was a note. Maybe my mom had some all-day event thing to go to. I hope she does.
In the kitchen, there was a note.
"Went to visit Aunt Rosie—I will call you when I am on my way home. Love, Mom."
Oh good, her visit with Aunt Rosie SHOULD take all day. That woman never shuts up.
I don't have time to think about family now, though! I have to some up with some resolution. Why does this have to happen to me? Wishes like that aren't supposed to actually work! Look at me! I am Ethan! It wouldn't be so bad, except that Ethan happens to be me. Could my life be any worse? I looked over at Ethan, who was in the hall, wandering around. This can't be good. Look at him . . .He is supposed to be me? For a whole week???
"Um, so what are we doing here?" he asked.
"Well, Ethan," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, but unfortunately Ethan was laughing.
"Sorry, man. It's just, I can't get over this me talking to me business," he said.
I rolled my eyes, "Well, that's why I brought you here."
"Oh?" he said.
"Yeah," I said, "We can't stay like this."
"Okay, let's move," he said, "You want to go to your room?"
How could this guy be so dense?? No wonder he needs a tutor. I am surprised he doesn't have a tutor in life at the rate he is going.
"No, Ethan, I mean we can't stay in our current forms. You have to be in your body and I have to be in my own."
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah, I was wondering about that."
"Me too."
"Can we go somewhere and sit down, though? My legs are getting tired of standing."
I give up!
I nodded, "Yeah, why don't we go to my room?"
"I suggested that earlier," Ethan said.
"Okay, well, then let's go!" I said and I passed him to go up the stairs. He followed.
Once we reached my room, he sat down on my bed and I sat down on my computer chair.
"Okay," he said, as he made himself comfortable, "What's the plan?"
I thought for a minute. Maybe I should at least fill him in on what I know.
"Well, the good news is that this will last, at most, seven days," I said.
"Seven days?" he said, "That's almost a week!"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, but this will be the longest week of my life if we don't do something."
"Like what?"
"Well, I haven't gotten that far yet," I said.
"Okay. Do you at least know how this happened?"
Unfortunately, I have a good idea.
I nodded my head, "It's a long story, but it ended with Lizzie's grandmother performing magic," I explained. It wasn't the whole truth, but he doesn't need to know the details.
"Hmm," he said, and he started stroking his chin, "You mean like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?"
I shook my head, "No, not quite. I keep thinking that maybe Lizzie's grandmother could help, but she didn't look like she knew what she was doing in the first place."
"Well, I don't know," Ethan said, "I mean, she did do this to us. Maybe she can get us out of this."
Wow! That was semi-insightful of Ethan. Now, all I have to do is find Gammy McGuire. I don't know her number, but I know the McGuire's would probably know it. I guess I could call Lizzie and think of some excuse.
Better yet . . .I have a plan. Why didn't I think of this before! Ethan and I could go over to her house and I could get Ethan, as me, to pretend that he left his Eight ball over there, and while they are looking for it, I could get the phone number from the refrigerator.
Am I ingenious or what? Well, that is assuming that Ethan doesn't screw anything up and that no one is in the kitchen.
Wait. . .what about Ethan. I mean why would Ethan join me to Lizzie's house. Lizzie would become awfully suspicious because I don't really hang out with Ethan. This is an interesting obstacle. I have to think about this. I paced my room as Ethan stayed where he was.
Why would Ethan be coming to Lizzie's house? I need a reason. Project? No. . .Lizzie and I share classes, and she knows I don't have a project with him. What is a good reason that won't make me look bad? Maybe I could need advice or something. Yeah, advise. Advise on what, though? Friends . . .no. Fashion? Nope. Financial? No way! I am supposed to be Ethan, here. School? . . . Actually that could work. Lizzie is going to be Ethan's tutor. Yeah! I could do something with that.
I sighed with relief because I finally had a plan. I glanced over at Ethan, though, and I started to loose hope again. He looks so clueless. I don't know how I am going to make this work if he is supposed to be me. Maybe I should make note cards or something for him. That way, we can go over everything before we go to Lizzie's. It may take a while, but it should be worth it.
"Ethan, hold on for a few more minutes, okay?" I said.
Ethan looked at me and nodded. He same me a thumbs up and smiled. I turned back to my desk to get some index cards and a pen.
Let's see. Should I write really big for Ethan's sake?
Actually, I even went one step further and talked to him to go over what to say.
"Okay, when we are at Lizzie's, you have to remember that she thinks that you are Gordo, her lifelong friend."
Ethan nodded his head, "No problemo, Gordo," he said and he smiled his cocky smile . . .only with my face. This is so hopeless. I will never make a wish again. EVER.
"That means you don't call her 'Lizzay' or act all goofy or anything," I said, just for clarity.
"Gordo," he said, "Chill! I mean, I have taken acting classes and I see you and Lizzie practically everyday. I know you too have that bond thing going on."
I nodded my head, "Yeah we do, but I am worried you will screw it up," I said, although I mumbled the last part.
Ethan shook his head, "That's nearly impossible."
I seriously doubt that.
"Just say as little as possible, okay?" I said.
Ethan nodded his head, "Silent as a rock I am."
Yeah, and about as dense as one too.
"I have a question, though," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Well, what if she wants to talk to me and gets all quizzified on me?"
Okay, we must shut the Ethan Craft Dictionary of Ethan.
"You mean inquisitive?"
Ethan thought about that for a minute and nodded his head, "Yeah, inquisitive. Hey! I kind of like that word!"
I rolled my eyes. If this is some sort of a preview for the week to come, I want to be sick the whole week, and hide until I am back as myself.
Why did I want to become Ethan again?
Oh yeah, because Lizzie adores him.
Oh well, if I have to do this, at least Lizzie will adore me. It will be false adoration, but I get what I can.
***
~Ethan~
"So, what should I do if Lizzie starts asking questions and wants to talk to me?" I repeated. Gordo seemed to be in his own little world, though.
"Gordo?" I repeated, and this time he snapped. Yeah, I knew I could get him out of his trance.
"Yeah?"
"What if your pal Lizzie wants to talk to me or something?"
"What about?"
"I don't know. Whatever you usually talk about. Like, what if she asks me what I think about something only you two would know about?"
He paused. I hate when he does that. Oh well, I can't complain. He probably has to think or something.
"Please try to avoid all conversation," he said, "But if she tries to talk to you, tell her your throat hurts or something. That way, you don't have to talk as much."
Good idea. This dude is a genius, I tell you. I wonder if Lizzie's brother will be there. I love that guy!
"Okay," I said.
Gordo continued working on note cards. He told me that they were for if I became desperate for 4-1-1, I could refer to them. Only for emergencies, though.
I don't know why Gordo is getting so touchy, though. I mean, I don't like wearing Gordo's shoes, but I have to look on the bright side. His shoes just fit better right now. Besides, Gordo is worrying enough for the both of us. Someone needs to be calm. This may all be a dream after all. If it is, I don't want to wake up with high blood pressure or something.
Along with note cards, he wrote down what I should say to Lizzie.
After what seemed like a year of listening to Gordo, he finally decided it was time to go to Lizzie's house.
So, we headed out. Gordo led the way, of course, as I have no idea where I am.
A few minutes later, we were at Lizzie's house, and we walked up to the front door.
This was it. I don't know why I am about to do this, but I know what I am supposed to do . . . I think.
Gordo looked at me and then rang the doorbell.
"If someone else answers the door, ask for Lizzie," he said.
Well, Duh! Who else would I ask for? Although I am tempted to talk to Matt, but not as Gordo.
I still can't get used to looking at Gordo looking like me. It still reminds me of a mirror that talks back or something.
The door opened, and Lizzie appeared. She looked at me and then Gordo. "Gordo!" she said, looking at me. Then she looked over at Gordo, "Ethan! What are you doing here?"
I smiled and waited for Gordo to say something. Al of the sudden, I felt nervous. Why was I here again? What am I supposed to talk about?
Gordo nudged me. Was I supposed to say something?
"Um, I am here because I need to," I started, but couldn't quite think of what Gordo told me.
Oh well, have no fear! Ethan's here! I can make up something on the spot.
"I am here to interview you for the school paper," I said. Gordo is on the school paper, right?
I looked over at Gordo, who didn't really seem pleased. Gee, I hope it wasn't something I said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, but she looked confused, "Is Ethan on the paper too?"
Gordo glared at me and then looked at Lizzie, "Um, yeah. I am here to help Gordo."
***
~Gordo~
What does Ethan think he is doing? He is supposed to be looking for a magic eight ball! He can't interview her when he is supposed to be me! Ew! No!
I swear! I need to find the remote control button for Ethan and press mute.
AHHH! This is getting worse by the second!
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***To be continued! Please review!***