AN: This is my first fanfic. Actually it is the first thing I have ever
written that was no assigned to me in class. Oh well I hope you like it.
Please R/R.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Lizzie McGuire or Disney.
Chapter 1: Summers Over
Lizzie awoke from a restless night of sleep. She looked over at her clock, and was surprised to see that it was only 8:23 am. During the summer she would normally sleep until noon unless her mother or the alarm, preferably her mom, woke her up first. This summer, however, was extremely different. Both of her best friends were away exploring different parts of the world. Miranda was visiting her relatives in Mexico, and Gordo was touring America with his grandmother. It would not have mattered if they were home, because she was still paying for her own adventure in Rome. She had faked being sick, snuck out of the hotel, and impersonated Isabella Parichie, a famous European pop star. Although she had the time of her life, she had spent the past two months locked up in her house, grounded. She had to help her father paint her room, organize a garage sale, and many other chores her parents could think of. Her parents had decided to go easy on her in her last week of punishment, and they were going to allow Miranda to come over tonight once she got back in town.
Lizzie sat up in her bed, and whipped her eyes. She looked over at the stack of notebooks, pens, and pencils sitting on her desk. She could not believe it. Only one more day until school started. One more day and she would be free from her prison. One more day until she saw him again.
As Lizzie moved her head slightly, she could see her picture of Gordo sitting next to her school supplies. They had been friends since the day he was born. She could hardly think of a time when he was not at her side telling her useless information, or spouting on about how she and Miranda should not worry what other people think. As the last school year closed it became more and more evident that Gordo had a crush on her, and while in Rome, Lizzie realized she had feelings for him too.
Lizzie got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. "What are you doing up so early, you little weasel?" Lizzie barked at her brother Matt.
"Oh nothing," Matt responded, "I just have a lot of things to do to get ready for school tomorrow."
"This is not good," Lizzie thought to herself. "Matt never gets up this early, and mom takes care of everything he needs for school, he is defiantly up to something." Pulling up a stool next to him, Lizzie sat down and poured a bowl of cereal. As she ate, both of her parents came down the stairs. Her dad was running late, and in a furry trying to get everything together. Her mom greeted them with her usual happy voice. Lizzie could never understand how her mother could be so cheerful in the morning.
Just as Lizzie had finished her breakfast the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," shouted Lizzie. She rushed to the door hoping it was Miranda back early. As she opened the door her mood quickly went downhill.
"What do you want?" Lizzie snapped as she saw that it was their paperboy.
His name was Ronny, and he had been her first boyfriend. He had dumped her for a girl at his school. Lizzie never quite got over the experience. She knew his schedule, and went to her room every time he came around to collect. She was so excited about seeing Miranda again that she forgot that it was collection week.
"I am collecting," replied Ronny trying not to upset Lizzie anymore than she already was.
"Dad, it's the paper boy," Lizzie screamed. She then turned around and stared at Ronny as though he was a prisoner, and she was the guard.
Ronny already knew the answer, but asked anyways. "I guess you are still mad at me?"
"Well lets see, you go out with me for a week, give me my first kiss, and then dump me for another girl at school. You bet I am still mad at you," replied Lizzie. "And to make it even worse you said you wanted to be friends, but you have not made a single effort to be my friend. So I guess you were just lying to me."
Before Ronny could answer, Mr. McGuire came down the stairs, and handed Ronny some money and kept walking out the door. He had no time to stop, he was really running late now.
"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow," Ronny said as he turned to leave.
"Why would you see me tomorrow, you don't collect for another month." Lizzie questioned in a more civilized voice.
"You are going to Hillridge High next year right?" Lizzie nodded yes. "Well both of our schools feed into HHS. I thought you knew," Ronny replied.
Lizzie had had enough talking to Ronny. She let out a big "UH" and slammed the door. As fast as she could she ran up the stairs and opened her desk drawer. She was in desperate need of cheering up so she took out the letters and postcards her friends had sent her.
Lizzie was kind of glad that her friends had gone away for the summer. This way they would write to her, something they probably would not do as much if they were in town. Miranda had written once a week like clockwork. Every letter was a couple of pages long. Gordo on the other had, had sent numerous postcard from various places he visited, and they came sporadically throughout the week.
Lizzie jumped on her bed and spread the letters and postcard out in front of her. She dove into the letters from Miranda. It sounded like she was having the time of her life. Miranda talked about the temples and ruins she had visited, the food, and the museums. It was obvious that Miranda had not seen the International Video Music Awards. Miranda would have surly written about that. As soon as she started to read the letters Lizzie began feeling better.
After awhile, Lizzie got tired of Miranda's letters, and switched to Gordo's postcards. Most of them were from historical places or national parks. Lizzie could not imagine spending the summer looking at battlefields and such, but she was sure that Gordo was enjoying every second of it. Lizzie did like the pictures on the postcards. Her favorite was one from Yellowstone; it had three buffalo walking in a snow-covered meadow. Although the pictures were beautiful, she really liked what Gordo wrote on the back. He always said that he was having a great time, and gave some useless information about the place he was visiting like the fact that unlike the rumor the bodies of the construction workers at Hoover Dam were never left in the concrete, that would have weakened the concrete. Lizzie really did not care about the strength of the concrete, but it was typical Gordo and it made her laugh.
Lizzie read and reread the letters and postcards. Soon she was again laughing at Miranda's jokes and gazing in to the pictures on the postcards. Suddenly she heard he mother calling her from downstairs. "I will be there in a second," Lizzie replied.
"You got another postcard from Gordo," her mothers voiced boomed.
Lizzie jumped out of bed, threw open her bedroom door, and began to run down the stairs as fast as she could. When she was almost to the first floor she noticed two buckets had been placed on the next to last step. "Oh no this is going to hurt," she thought to herself. Lizzie was known for being a klutz, and this situation had disaster written all over it. Just as Lizzie approached the buckets she jumped up into the air to avoid them. To her surprise she landed safely on her feet, and because she was not wearing shoes, just socks, she slid across the floor like Tom Cruse.
"Matt," her mom yelled, "get down here and pick up these buckets." She then turned to Lizzie and in a more gentle voice "Honey what was that? I thought you going to fly right out the front door when I saw those buckets there. And why are you still in you pajamas, it's two in the afternoon?"
Lizzie looked at the buckets, then to her feet, and then back to her mom. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was flying down the stairs and the next I was sliding across the floor." Lizzie just kept looking around with a look of astonishment on her face. "Wait," she said suddenly, "it's already 2 pm." Lizzie could not believe it. She had been in her room for five hours reading the letters.
"It sure is, you had better get ready Miranda could be here any minute." Jo handed Lizzie the postcard and headed towards the kitchen.
Just then there was knock at the front door. Lizzie turned and opened it.
"It must be nice to be able to sleep until 2."
Lizzie could not believe it. It was Miranda. "AAAHHHH" Lizzie screamed at the top of her voice as she grabbed Miranda and threw her arms around her. Finally after 4 months she was back. "I have missed you so much."
"I missed you to," replied Miranda.
The two hugged for about a minute, and then finally Miranda let go. "I got a message from your mom that said you were grounded all summer what did you do this time?"
"Come on, I'll show you." Lizzie motioned for Miranda to follow her into the living room. "Have a seat, I'll be right over." Lizzie walked to the VCR and placed a tape inside. On her way back to the couch where Miranda was seated, she picked up a CD case off the coffee table.
"Well her it goes," Lizzie started. "When I was in Rome, I played sick. Then when everybody else left each day, I snuck out of my room to hang out with an Italian boy. Here look at this." Lizzie handed over the Pallo and Isabella CD case to Miranda.
"Wow," Miranda said in a moment of shock. "Is that you?"
"No, that is Isabella, she looks just like me. That's Pallo the boy I was sneaking off to be with. They are both Italian pop stars."
"So you were sneaking off with a boy in Rome, and your parents grounded you for the entire summer? That's so unfair," returned Miranda still with at good deal of shock in her voice.
"It would be if that is all that I did, but here," Lizzie grabbed the remote and pressed the play button. Suddenly the weather channel disappeared and there was Lizzie coming onto the stage in the Coliseum. "That's me."
Miranda just watched in wonder. Occasionally she asked Lizzie what was going on, but Lizzie just smiled. The only sound she made was a snicker when Pallo suddenly lost his ability to sing.
"Well what did you think?" Lizzie finally said after her performance was over.
Miranda just sat in awe. Her eyes sat focused on the now blank TV screen. After a few seconds she turned to Lizzie, "That.. That was awesome. When did you learn to sing and dance like that?"
"Thanks," replied Lizzie. "I practiced the dance moves the day before, but I did not know I was going to be singing until Isabella asked me to on stage.
The two began talking feverishly about the experience. Lizzie told Miranda everything. How she had met Pallo at the Trevi Fountain, how Gordo had convinced her to fake being sick, the night Pallo had taken her to the gardens and they watched the firework. Both the girls got a lot of good laughs about Lizzie's shopping experience.
The two talked forever, and before they knew it, it was suppertime. As usual Miranda had received an invitation to stay and eat with the McGuire's, which she happily accepted. Lizzie on the other hand was not invited to the table. Instead, she was sent to her room to change, as she was still wearing her pajamas.
After Lizzie returned downstairs with a new outfit on, the two girls resumed their high pitch conversation about Rome. Nobody else at the table could get a word in, although Matt tried to interject fabricated accounts of what had happened to both Lizzie's and her parent's displeasure. Lizzie finally had enough with her brother after he added that crazy fans had chopped off Pallo's head after he left the concert and marched it around the city.
"That's it you little weasel!" Lizzie shouted suddenly. "I have had enough of your little additions. If you speak one more time, I am going to cut off your head and march it around the neighborhood. You got it?"
"Stop it, the both of you," Lizzie's mother interrupted. "Matt go to your room, we will discuss your punishment later. Lizzie, finish your meal."
But neither Lizzie nor Miranda was hungry after thinking about Pallo's severed head. Both put up their plates and returned to the living room to continue their discussion.
Miranda was the first to speak. "So how did you know it was a set up, and wasn't Isabella mad that you were impersonating her."
"No, Isabella was not mad at me. She understood that I thought I was helping her, but she was furious with Pallo." Lizzie again started to snicker as she remembered how Isabella had yelled at Pallo after the concert. "But it was Gordo who had found Isabella while waiting for his flight, and told her everything. Isabella brought him back, and they both told me right before I was to go on stage." Lizzie paused for a moment and then suddenly yelled, "GORDO."
"What about him," Miranda replied in a confused tone, but it was to late, Lizzie had already left the room. Miranda jumped off the couch and followed her to the entry hall. When she got their Lizzie was looking at a picture. "What is that?" Miranda asked.
"It's the latest postcard from Gordo. I forgot about it when you came over. It isn't a normal postcard is it?" Instead of a picture of some sight Gordo was visiting, it was a picture of all three of them at Grubby Gulch. Lizzie turned the picture over, and read the inscription on the back.
My grandmother and I are at Yosemite National Park, and should be home
in a few days. We got here to late to buy a postcard, so I thought
this would do. Did you know that trees here grow so big that they
actually cut a hole in one so that cars could pass through? It fell
over though in a snowstorm.
Gordo
P.S. We need to go out sometime
"Well that was romantic," Lizzie said in a disappointed voice as her smile left her face.
"What is romantic? Did he get a girlfriend since I left?"
Lizzie had yet to tell Miranda about Gordo's and her relationship. She knew how she would feel if it were Gordo and Miranda, and she could not push herself to telling Miranda.
"Well, yea he kinda did." Lizzie replied with an uneasy voice. "I didn't know how to tell you, but I kinda kissed him in Rome." Lizzie drew back waiting for the verbal assault that she was sure to receive.
"When, where, give me all the details." Miranda said completely unaffected by the fact that her two best friends were now involved.
Lizzie started walking back to the living room as she began her explanation. "He began acting weird not to long after you left. I figured it out a while latter, near the end of the year. But I did not know how I felt about him until while I was dancing on stage. After all that he had done for me and he was sill there giving me strength, and boy did I need strengths that night. So during the after party, he and I snuck up to the roof. It was so beautiful, so I leaned over and kissed him."
"That is SO romantic. I knew you two were going to get together. You two are perfect for each other."
"Well I do like him, and it was romantic," Lizzie's tone toke a dramatic turn for the worse, "but this is the first time he as said anything about that, and it is so unromantic."
Miranda took the picture from Lizzie and began reading the back. "Well what did you expect, its Gordo?" Miranda said after finishing the text.
"I know, I just thought that after kissing me that his romantic side would come out." The disappointment was evident in Lizzie's voice.
This new information dominated the rest of the night's topics. Miranda tried to convince Lizzie that she should give Gordo a chance. The two talked into the night.
"Listen, you two are perfect for each other. Just give him some time." Miranda paused to give out a big yawn and then continued. "I'm outtie. I have been up since three this morning. I need some rest."
The two hugged and said their goodbyes, and Lizzie was again alone with her thoughts.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Lizzie McGuire or Disney.
Chapter 1: Summers Over
Lizzie awoke from a restless night of sleep. She looked over at her clock, and was surprised to see that it was only 8:23 am. During the summer she would normally sleep until noon unless her mother or the alarm, preferably her mom, woke her up first. This summer, however, was extremely different. Both of her best friends were away exploring different parts of the world. Miranda was visiting her relatives in Mexico, and Gordo was touring America with his grandmother. It would not have mattered if they were home, because she was still paying for her own adventure in Rome. She had faked being sick, snuck out of the hotel, and impersonated Isabella Parichie, a famous European pop star. Although she had the time of her life, she had spent the past two months locked up in her house, grounded. She had to help her father paint her room, organize a garage sale, and many other chores her parents could think of. Her parents had decided to go easy on her in her last week of punishment, and they were going to allow Miranda to come over tonight once she got back in town.
Lizzie sat up in her bed, and whipped her eyes. She looked over at the stack of notebooks, pens, and pencils sitting on her desk. She could not believe it. Only one more day until school started. One more day and she would be free from her prison. One more day until she saw him again.
As Lizzie moved her head slightly, she could see her picture of Gordo sitting next to her school supplies. They had been friends since the day he was born. She could hardly think of a time when he was not at her side telling her useless information, or spouting on about how she and Miranda should not worry what other people think. As the last school year closed it became more and more evident that Gordo had a crush on her, and while in Rome, Lizzie realized she had feelings for him too.
Lizzie got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. "What are you doing up so early, you little weasel?" Lizzie barked at her brother Matt.
"Oh nothing," Matt responded, "I just have a lot of things to do to get ready for school tomorrow."
"This is not good," Lizzie thought to herself. "Matt never gets up this early, and mom takes care of everything he needs for school, he is defiantly up to something." Pulling up a stool next to him, Lizzie sat down and poured a bowl of cereal. As she ate, both of her parents came down the stairs. Her dad was running late, and in a furry trying to get everything together. Her mom greeted them with her usual happy voice. Lizzie could never understand how her mother could be so cheerful in the morning.
Just as Lizzie had finished her breakfast the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," shouted Lizzie. She rushed to the door hoping it was Miranda back early. As she opened the door her mood quickly went downhill.
"What do you want?" Lizzie snapped as she saw that it was their paperboy.
His name was Ronny, and he had been her first boyfriend. He had dumped her for a girl at his school. Lizzie never quite got over the experience. She knew his schedule, and went to her room every time he came around to collect. She was so excited about seeing Miranda again that she forgot that it was collection week.
"I am collecting," replied Ronny trying not to upset Lizzie anymore than she already was.
"Dad, it's the paper boy," Lizzie screamed. She then turned around and stared at Ronny as though he was a prisoner, and she was the guard.
Ronny already knew the answer, but asked anyways. "I guess you are still mad at me?"
"Well lets see, you go out with me for a week, give me my first kiss, and then dump me for another girl at school. You bet I am still mad at you," replied Lizzie. "And to make it even worse you said you wanted to be friends, but you have not made a single effort to be my friend. So I guess you were just lying to me."
Before Ronny could answer, Mr. McGuire came down the stairs, and handed Ronny some money and kept walking out the door. He had no time to stop, he was really running late now.
"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow," Ronny said as he turned to leave.
"Why would you see me tomorrow, you don't collect for another month." Lizzie questioned in a more civilized voice.
"You are going to Hillridge High next year right?" Lizzie nodded yes. "Well both of our schools feed into HHS. I thought you knew," Ronny replied.
Lizzie had had enough talking to Ronny. She let out a big "UH" and slammed the door. As fast as she could she ran up the stairs and opened her desk drawer. She was in desperate need of cheering up so she took out the letters and postcards her friends had sent her.
Lizzie was kind of glad that her friends had gone away for the summer. This way they would write to her, something they probably would not do as much if they were in town. Miranda had written once a week like clockwork. Every letter was a couple of pages long. Gordo on the other had, had sent numerous postcard from various places he visited, and they came sporadically throughout the week.
Lizzie jumped on her bed and spread the letters and postcard out in front of her. She dove into the letters from Miranda. It sounded like she was having the time of her life. Miranda talked about the temples and ruins she had visited, the food, and the museums. It was obvious that Miranda had not seen the International Video Music Awards. Miranda would have surly written about that. As soon as she started to read the letters Lizzie began feeling better.
After awhile, Lizzie got tired of Miranda's letters, and switched to Gordo's postcards. Most of them were from historical places or national parks. Lizzie could not imagine spending the summer looking at battlefields and such, but she was sure that Gordo was enjoying every second of it. Lizzie did like the pictures on the postcards. Her favorite was one from Yellowstone; it had three buffalo walking in a snow-covered meadow. Although the pictures were beautiful, she really liked what Gordo wrote on the back. He always said that he was having a great time, and gave some useless information about the place he was visiting like the fact that unlike the rumor the bodies of the construction workers at Hoover Dam were never left in the concrete, that would have weakened the concrete. Lizzie really did not care about the strength of the concrete, but it was typical Gordo and it made her laugh.
Lizzie read and reread the letters and postcards. Soon she was again laughing at Miranda's jokes and gazing in to the pictures on the postcards. Suddenly she heard he mother calling her from downstairs. "I will be there in a second," Lizzie replied.
"You got another postcard from Gordo," her mothers voiced boomed.
Lizzie jumped out of bed, threw open her bedroom door, and began to run down the stairs as fast as she could. When she was almost to the first floor she noticed two buckets had been placed on the next to last step. "Oh no this is going to hurt," she thought to herself. Lizzie was known for being a klutz, and this situation had disaster written all over it. Just as Lizzie approached the buckets she jumped up into the air to avoid them. To her surprise she landed safely on her feet, and because she was not wearing shoes, just socks, she slid across the floor like Tom Cruse.
"Matt," her mom yelled, "get down here and pick up these buckets." She then turned to Lizzie and in a more gentle voice "Honey what was that? I thought you going to fly right out the front door when I saw those buckets there. And why are you still in you pajamas, it's two in the afternoon?"
Lizzie looked at the buckets, then to her feet, and then back to her mom. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was flying down the stairs and the next I was sliding across the floor." Lizzie just kept looking around with a look of astonishment on her face. "Wait," she said suddenly, "it's already 2 pm." Lizzie could not believe it. She had been in her room for five hours reading the letters.
"It sure is, you had better get ready Miranda could be here any minute." Jo handed Lizzie the postcard and headed towards the kitchen.
Just then there was knock at the front door. Lizzie turned and opened it.
"It must be nice to be able to sleep until 2."
Lizzie could not believe it. It was Miranda. "AAAHHHH" Lizzie screamed at the top of her voice as she grabbed Miranda and threw her arms around her. Finally after 4 months she was back. "I have missed you so much."
"I missed you to," replied Miranda.
The two hugged for about a minute, and then finally Miranda let go. "I got a message from your mom that said you were grounded all summer what did you do this time?"
"Come on, I'll show you." Lizzie motioned for Miranda to follow her into the living room. "Have a seat, I'll be right over." Lizzie walked to the VCR and placed a tape inside. On her way back to the couch where Miranda was seated, she picked up a CD case off the coffee table.
"Well her it goes," Lizzie started. "When I was in Rome, I played sick. Then when everybody else left each day, I snuck out of my room to hang out with an Italian boy. Here look at this." Lizzie handed over the Pallo and Isabella CD case to Miranda.
"Wow," Miranda said in a moment of shock. "Is that you?"
"No, that is Isabella, she looks just like me. That's Pallo the boy I was sneaking off to be with. They are both Italian pop stars."
"So you were sneaking off with a boy in Rome, and your parents grounded you for the entire summer? That's so unfair," returned Miranda still with at good deal of shock in her voice.
"It would be if that is all that I did, but here," Lizzie grabbed the remote and pressed the play button. Suddenly the weather channel disappeared and there was Lizzie coming onto the stage in the Coliseum. "That's me."
Miranda just watched in wonder. Occasionally she asked Lizzie what was going on, but Lizzie just smiled. The only sound she made was a snicker when Pallo suddenly lost his ability to sing.
"Well what did you think?" Lizzie finally said after her performance was over.
Miranda just sat in awe. Her eyes sat focused on the now blank TV screen. After a few seconds she turned to Lizzie, "That.. That was awesome. When did you learn to sing and dance like that?"
"Thanks," replied Lizzie. "I practiced the dance moves the day before, but I did not know I was going to be singing until Isabella asked me to on stage.
The two began talking feverishly about the experience. Lizzie told Miranda everything. How she had met Pallo at the Trevi Fountain, how Gordo had convinced her to fake being sick, the night Pallo had taken her to the gardens and they watched the firework. Both the girls got a lot of good laughs about Lizzie's shopping experience.
The two talked forever, and before they knew it, it was suppertime. As usual Miranda had received an invitation to stay and eat with the McGuire's, which she happily accepted. Lizzie on the other hand was not invited to the table. Instead, she was sent to her room to change, as she was still wearing her pajamas.
After Lizzie returned downstairs with a new outfit on, the two girls resumed their high pitch conversation about Rome. Nobody else at the table could get a word in, although Matt tried to interject fabricated accounts of what had happened to both Lizzie's and her parent's displeasure. Lizzie finally had enough with her brother after he added that crazy fans had chopped off Pallo's head after he left the concert and marched it around the city.
"That's it you little weasel!" Lizzie shouted suddenly. "I have had enough of your little additions. If you speak one more time, I am going to cut off your head and march it around the neighborhood. You got it?"
"Stop it, the both of you," Lizzie's mother interrupted. "Matt go to your room, we will discuss your punishment later. Lizzie, finish your meal."
But neither Lizzie nor Miranda was hungry after thinking about Pallo's severed head. Both put up their plates and returned to the living room to continue their discussion.
Miranda was the first to speak. "So how did you know it was a set up, and wasn't Isabella mad that you were impersonating her."
"No, Isabella was not mad at me. She understood that I thought I was helping her, but she was furious with Pallo." Lizzie again started to snicker as she remembered how Isabella had yelled at Pallo after the concert. "But it was Gordo who had found Isabella while waiting for his flight, and told her everything. Isabella brought him back, and they both told me right before I was to go on stage." Lizzie paused for a moment and then suddenly yelled, "GORDO."
"What about him," Miranda replied in a confused tone, but it was to late, Lizzie had already left the room. Miranda jumped off the couch and followed her to the entry hall. When she got their Lizzie was looking at a picture. "What is that?" Miranda asked.
"It's the latest postcard from Gordo. I forgot about it when you came over. It isn't a normal postcard is it?" Instead of a picture of some sight Gordo was visiting, it was a picture of all three of them at Grubby Gulch. Lizzie turned the picture over, and read the inscription on the back.
My grandmother and I are at Yosemite National Park, and should be home
in a few days. We got here to late to buy a postcard, so I thought
this would do. Did you know that trees here grow so big that they
actually cut a hole in one so that cars could pass through? It fell
over though in a snowstorm.
Gordo
P.S. We need to go out sometime
"Well that was romantic," Lizzie said in a disappointed voice as her smile left her face.
"What is romantic? Did he get a girlfriend since I left?"
Lizzie had yet to tell Miranda about Gordo's and her relationship. She knew how she would feel if it were Gordo and Miranda, and she could not push herself to telling Miranda.
"Well, yea he kinda did." Lizzie replied with an uneasy voice. "I didn't know how to tell you, but I kinda kissed him in Rome." Lizzie drew back waiting for the verbal assault that she was sure to receive.
"When, where, give me all the details." Miranda said completely unaffected by the fact that her two best friends were now involved.
Lizzie started walking back to the living room as she began her explanation. "He began acting weird not to long after you left. I figured it out a while latter, near the end of the year. But I did not know how I felt about him until while I was dancing on stage. After all that he had done for me and he was sill there giving me strength, and boy did I need strengths that night. So during the after party, he and I snuck up to the roof. It was so beautiful, so I leaned over and kissed him."
"That is SO romantic. I knew you two were going to get together. You two are perfect for each other."
"Well I do like him, and it was romantic," Lizzie's tone toke a dramatic turn for the worse, "but this is the first time he as said anything about that, and it is so unromantic."
Miranda took the picture from Lizzie and began reading the back. "Well what did you expect, its Gordo?" Miranda said after finishing the text.
"I know, I just thought that after kissing me that his romantic side would come out." The disappointment was evident in Lizzie's voice.
This new information dominated the rest of the night's topics. Miranda tried to convince Lizzie that she should give Gordo a chance. The two talked into the night.
"Listen, you two are perfect for each other. Just give him some time." Miranda paused to give out a big yawn and then continued. "I'm outtie. I have been up since three this morning. I need some rest."
The two hugged and said their goodbyes, and Lizzie was again alone with her thoughts.