A/N: (Inhale.)
Let me make something clear: 14 Hours takes place during the Lizzie McGuire Movie. See how the movie starts with them at home, and then they wind up in Rome? Yeah, they had to take a plane. This is just me filling in the blanks. So if the story seems exactly like the movie, that's because IT'S PART OF THE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the chapter with Paolo and Isabella in it is also happening at the same time as Lizzie and Gordo sleep on the plane. That's why it's in this story. The plot of this story is the same as the movie: Lizzie and Gordo are going to Rome, and meanwhile, Paolo and Isabella's relationship has deteriorated, but Paolo wants the world to think that Isabella is the lipsyncher, and not him. He's not really plotting against Lizzie; he's plotting against Isabella, and if he has to hurt Lizzie in the process, he doesn't really care.
I thought that the point of this story was pretty clear! Hello?
Ugh. My first flame! (In case you haven't figured it out, that's the reason for this super-long note of explanation.) That review was MAJORLY stupid! Whoever these Mountain Dew and Sprite people are, one thing's for sure: they're losers. You don't have to LIKE my stories, but at least UNDERSTAND THEM BEFORE YOU GO BADMOUTHING THEM!!! AND I DON'T APPRECIATE FLAMES!!! The point is, if you ain't got nothing good to say, then do me a favor and don't say anything. Thanks.
OK, so... here's the new chapter! (Finally.)
(Exhale.)
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Chapter 10: Lizzie, Wake Up!
Lizzie's POV
I was sound asleep when Gordo woke me up. At first I thought that there was more turbulence, 'cause he was shaking me really hard. But I just groaned and rolled over. Then I heard him whispering, "Lizzie! Lizzie, wake up!"
"Oh my gosh," I said groggily. "What time is it?"
"Well I'm guessing it's the middle of the night, judging by the darkness."
"OK, well if it's the middle of the night, then you should be asleep. You know, since that's what we humans do, we sleep at night. Yeah." I turned away from Gordo again and tried to get comfy.
"Lizzie, wait." He turned me over and forced me to sit up. "There's... there's something I've got to ask you, and uh... well, I need you to be awake when you answer."
"Geez, can't you wait until the morning? I was just in a really deep sleep, and you just woke me up for some stupid question? Go to bed." OK, so maybe I wasn't being very nice, but when you've just been woken up from a really deep sleep, you tend to be annoyed.
"Um, Lizzie, we don't have any beds up here. Just seats."
"Whatever, then go to seat! Sheesh!"
"I didn't wanna have to do this, but..." Before I could whack him in the face with a pillow or something, he hit me in my weak spot: my oh-so-ticklish stomach.
"Oh my gosh, Gordo, STOP IT!!!" I squealed, trying to get away. I was now fully awake, laughing out loud, in the middle of the silent plane. "Please, c'mon Gordo, stop it!!! JUST STOP!!!"
A few people were stirring in their seats now; I had to quiet down. I had to admit, this whole ticklefest was a tiny bit amusing; it was downright enjoyable, and THAT got me a bit scared. But I was growing weaker by the second, and Gordo's tickles were only getting worse. And if Ms. Ungermeyer saw him tickling me IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THAT would be a tad... awkward.
"Okay, okay, I give, I'll answer your question just stop tickling me!!!"
Finally he stopped. I flopped back onto my seat and tried to catch my breath. I was panting like a dog, and so was Gordo. Then I took a quick look around to see if anyone was awake. I thought that I caught a glimpse of someone standing, but a split second later, they were gone, so I turned back to Gordo.
"Alright," I whispered, "so what was that question?"
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Gordo's POV
Ethan gave me a big thumbs-up as I nervously glanced over my in his direction. He slunk back down into his seat, and prepared myself for the question I was about to ask. How am I going to say this, exactly? I thought. I took a deep breath. Lizzie's waiting for my question. It's now or never.
"Lizzie, have you... err... um... see, I was just wondering..."
"Mmm hmm...?" she prompted.
"Have you heard from Miranda at all lately?"
Yeah, I know, it sounds very dumb in theory: I wake her up and go through all this tickling (as the phrase "Is this good for you?" pops into my head), only to ask her if she's heard from a friend. But this really was important, and if I waited till morning to ask her, I wouldn't have slept a wink. So I had to do it.
"Miranda?" Lizzie gave me a completely blank look. "Have I heard from Miranda? Lately?" she added quickly. "You woke me up to ask if I've heard from Miranda." She was speaking in a complete monotone now, and I had no idea what she was thinking.
"Hmm, have I heard from Miranda lately. Hmm."
This, of course, was driving me insane. She looked kinda like my parents do before they're about to explode into some loud rant about my poor tidying habits or something. "Hmm, is a clean room really important? Hmm." She reminded me of my mother! Frankly, I was getting sort of scared of Lizzie right about then.
Fortunately, there was no huge blowup. Only a dirty look, and a simple, "Goodnight, Gordo." She adjusted her pillows and tried to fall asleep again.
"Wait," I whispered, prompting a loud groan. "You don't have to turn around, just listen. Real quick. Okay?"
The silence was unbearable.
"Okay," she finally whispered.
Another deep breath. "Okay. What I need to know is, has Miranda sent you any letters lately?" I'd cut to the chase at last.
Lizzie rolled over to face me and looked me right in the eye. I felt a chill, but tried not to let her see it.
This was the moment of truth. And Lizzie spoke very quietly.
"I don't know why you need to know this, but no, I haven't received any letters from Miranda."
Relief washed over me. A huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I was saved!!! She hadn't read it!!!
But wait, I thought. If she didn't read the letter, then how did it get onto the plane?
"Uh, thanks, Lizzie. That's all I needed to know." She was still looking me in the eye. "You can go to sleep now, if you want."
"Right." She looked away. "Goodnight, Gordo," she said, turning over.
Ethan was waving to me, grinning. Furious, I shot out of my seat and ran over to him (as quietly as possible, of course). I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the other sleeping passengers. "Ethan, where did you get this?!" I demanded, pulling the letter out of my pocket and waving it in front of his face.
"I already told you, man, it was on the bathroom floor!" he replied. "So Lizzie didn't read it, huh?"
"No, she didn't. In fact, she hasn't even received any letters from Miranda at all. Which means that SHE must not have brought it onto this plane, so MIRANDA must not have written it. So how did it get up here, huh? Answer me that."
Ethan was looking a bit scared now. "Gor-don, I really don't know how it got up here. All I know is, I saw it with my very own eyes, on the floor, without an envelope or anything. So if Miranda didn't write it, someone on this plane must've. But I don't know who. I really don't!"
I bit my lip, then sighed. He's telling the truth, I thought. Ethan doesn't lie.
"I believe you, Ethan," I said slowly. "I just... this doesn't really make sense to me."
"Hey, I'm stumped too," said Ethan. "I don't get it." He stared into space, trying to make sense of the situation. "Ugh, brain cramp!" he exclaimed suddenly, clutching his head.
"Alright. That's enough thinking for one day," I said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah," he muttered. "The doc said I'm only supposed to think hard for like, a few minutes a day, or like, this could happen.
"Right." At this point, how the letter got here didn't matter. All that mattered was that LIZZIE HADN'T READ IT. But...
Would it have been such a bad thing if she had?
Let me make something clear: 14 Hours takes place during the Lizzie McGuire Movie. See how the movie starts with them at home, and then they wind up in Rome? Yeah, they had to take a plane. This is just me filling in the blanks. So if the story seems exactly like the movie, that's because IT'S PART OF THE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the chapter with Paolo and Isabella in it is also happening at the same time as Lizzie and Gordo sleep on the plane. That's why it's in this story. The plot of this story is the same as the movie: Lizzie and Gordo are going to Rome, and meanwhile, Paolo and Isabella's relationship has deteriorated, but Paolo wants the world to think that Isabella is the lipsyncher, and not him. He's not really plotting against Lizzie; he's plotting against Isabella, and if he has to hurt Lizzie in the process, he doesn't really care.
I thought that the point of this story was pretty clear! Hello?
Ugh. My first flame! (In case you haven't figured it out, that's the reason for this super-long note of explanation.) That review was MAJORLY stupid! Whoever these Mountain Dew and Sprite people are, one thing's for sure: they're losers. You don't have to LIKE my stories, but at least UNDERSTAND THEM BEFORE YOU GO BADMOUTHING THEM!!! AND I DON'T APPRECIATE FLAMES!!! The point is, if you ain't got nothing good to say, then do me a favor and don't say anything. Thanks.
OK, so... here's the new chapter! (Finally.)
(Exhale.)
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Chapter 10: Lizzie, Wake Up!
Lizzie's POV
I was sound asleep when Gordo woke me up. At first I thought that there was more turbulence, 'cause he was shaking me really hard. But I just groaned and rolled over. Then I heard him whispering, "Lizzie! Lizzie, wake up!"
"Oh my gosh," I said groggily. "What time is it?"
"Well I'm guessing it's the middle of the night, judging by the darkness."
"OK, well if it's the middle of the night, then you should be asleep. You know, since that's what we humans do, we sleep at night. Yeah." I turned away from Gordo again and tried to get comfy.
"Lizzie, wait." He turned me over and forced me to sit up. "There's... there's something I've got to ask you, and uh... well, I need you to be awake when you answer."
"Geez, can't you wait until the morning? I was just in a really deep sleep, and you just woke me up for some stupid question? Go to bed." OK, so maybe I wasn't being very nice, but when you've just been woken up from a really deep sleep, you tend to be annoyed.
"Um, Lizzie, we don't have any beds up here. Just seats."
"Whatever, then go to seat! Sheesh!"
"I didn't wanna have to do this, but..." Before I could whack him in the face with a pillow or something, he hit me in my weak spot: my oh-so-ticklish stomach.
"Oh my gosh, Gordo, STOP IT!!!" I squealed, trying to get away. I was now fully awake, laughing out loud, in the middle of the silent plane. "Please, c'mon Gordo, stop it!!! JUST STOP!!!"
A few people were stirring in their seats now; I had to quiet down. I had to admit, this whole ticklefest was a tiny bit amusing; it was downright enjoyable, and THAT got me a bit scared. But I was growing weaker by the second, and Gordo's tickles were only getting worse. And if Ms. Ungermeyer saw him tickling me IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THAT would be a tad... awkward.
"Okay, okay, I give, I'll answer your question just stop tickling me!!!"
Finally he stopped. I flopped back onto my seat and tried to catch my breath. I was panting like a dog, and so was Gordo. Then I took a quick look around to see if anyone was awake. I thought that I caught a glimpse of someone standing, but a split second later, they were gone, so I turned back to Gordo.
"Alright," I whispered, "so what was that question?"
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Gordo's POV
Ethan gave me a big thumbs-up as I nervously glanced over my in his direction. He slunk back down into his seat, and prepared myself for the question I was about to ask. How am I going to say this, exactly? I thought. I took a deep breath. Lizzie's waiting for my question. It's now or never.
"Lizzie, have you... err... um... see, I was just wondering..."
"Mmm hmm...?" she prompted.
"Have you heard from Miranda at all lately?"
Yeah, I know, it sounds very dumb in theory: I wake her up and go through all this tickling (as the phrase "Is this good for you?" pops into my head), only to ask her if she's heard from a friend. But this really was important, and if I waited till morning to ask her, I wouldn't have slept a wink. So I had to do it.
"Miranda?" Lizzie gave me a completely blank look. "Have I heard from Miranda? Lately?" she added quickly. "You woke me up to ask if I've heard from Miranda." She was speaking in a complete monotone now, and I had no idea what she was thinking.
"Hmm, have I heard from Miranda lately. Hmm."
This, of course, was driving me insane. She looked kinda like my parents do before they're about to explode into some loud rant about my poor tidying habits or something. "Hmm, is a clean room really important? Hmm." She reminded me of my mother! Frankly, I was getting sort of scared of Lizzie right about then.
Fortunately, there was no huge blowup. Only a dirty look, and a simple, "Goodnight, Gordo." She adjusted her pillows and tried to fall asleep again.
"Wait," I whispered, prompting a loud groan. "You don't have to turn around, just listen. Real quick. Okay?"
The silence was unbearable.
"Okay," she finally whispered.
Another deep breath. "Okay. What I need to know is, has Miranda sent you any letters lately?" I'd cut to the chase at last.
Lizzie rolled over to face me and looked me right in the eye. I felt a chill, but tried not to let her see it.
This was the moment of truth. And Lizzie spoke very quietly.
"I don't know why you need to know this, but no, I haven't received any letters from Miranda."
Relief washed over me. A huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I was saved!!! She hadn't read it!!!
But wait, I thought. If she didn't read the letter, then how did it get onto the plane?
"Uh, thanks, Lizzie. That's all I needed to know." She was still looking me in the eye. "You can go to sleep now, if you want."
"Right." She looked away. "Goodnight, Gordo," she said, turning over.
Ethan was waving to me, grinning. Furious, I shot out of my seat and ran over to him (as quietly as possible, of course). I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the other sleeping passengers. "Ethan, where did you get this?!" I demanded, pulling the letter out of my pocket and waving it in front of his face.
"I already told you, man, it was on the bathroom floor!" he replied. "So Lizzie didn't read it, huh?"
"No, she didn't. In fact, she hasn't even received any letters from Miranda at all. Which means that SHE must not have brought it onto this plane, so MIRANDA must not have written it. So how did it get up here, huh? Answer me that."
Ethan was looking a bit scared now. "Gor-don, I really don't know how it got up here. All I know is, I saw it with my very own eyes, on the floor, without an envelope or anything. So if Miranda didn't write it, someone on this plane must've. But I don't know who. I really don't!"
I bit my lip, then sighed. He's telling the truth, I thought. Ethan doesn't lie.
"I believe you, Ethan," I said slowly. "I just... this doesn't really make sense to me."
"Hey, I'm stumped too," said Ethan. "I don't get it." He stared into space, trying to make sense of the situation. "Ugh, brain cramp!" he exclaimed suddenly, clutching his head.
"Alright. That's enough thinking for one day," I said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah," he muttered. "The doc said I'm only supposed to think hard for like, a few minutes a day, or like, this could happen.
"Right." At this point, how the letter got here didn't matter. All that mattered was that LIZZIE HADN'T READ IT. But...
Would it have been such a bad thing if she had?