A/N Sorry once again for the wait on this chapter. I assure you that I do
not have writers block, I do however, have an incredible amount of
homework. Jess: I love you so much. lol, your reviews make me the happiest
and its because of your reviews that I continue with this story so readily.
I dedicate this chapter to you, I hope you like it, even though it may be a
bit boring, it's yet another transition. Be it boring or transitional, I
hope it also makes your day!
Gordo lay in bed, his armly limply hugging the form of his fiancée. He stared out the window watching the lighted shapes that the various headlights threw against the silhouette of the night sky. He yawned and inhaled through gritted teeth upon realizing he had over-extended his jaw. He glanced sideways at the clock. 3:32 AM. Gordo had been laying in bed for about 3 hours now. Miranda's chest was moving softly up and down and little murmurs escaped from between her pursed lips on occasion.
Rustling the covers, and turning over the pillows, Gordo readjusted himself for the twentieth time that night. He sighed an exasperated sigh and tried to erase his haunting memory of Lizzie's eyes from his brain. He loved her. There was no denying it. But Gordo wasn't trying to deny his love, he was trying to destroy it. He couldn't love Lizzie. That's just not how it works. He was in love with Miranda Sanchez. He repeated the thought over and over. "I LOVE MIRANDA SANCHEZ" he stated over and over again. But when his eyelids fell over his eyes once again it was Lizzie's face he saw, not Miranda's. Finally Gordo got up from bed, stepping carefully over their tiny Yorkshire terrier, Gizmo. Gizmo was a little guard dog though and he immediately began to bark. Gordo picked him up and smiled as the tiny tongue wandered over his face.
"Shhhh. Calm down Giz it's just me" He sat the puppy down and opened the medicine cabinet. His hand brushed past bottles and tubes of every sort before his finger finally found the serated edge of the Nyquil lid. Finally, Gordo thought, Sleep.
Forty minutes later Gordo lay snoring with his bare legs twitching underneath the covers. He dreamt of Lizzie. Of marrying her, having children with her, and everything inbetween. But they were the kind of dreams that one does not remember when the morning light filters through their blinds, and Gordo was never to know that he married Lizzie almost nightly for a considerable amount of time.
The rain was still steadily patting on the window outside of Lizzie's room. Her mom was asleep on the sofa in the back of the room, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile at her. It was exceptionally hard for Lizzie to get to sleep due to the fact that she couldn't move her body at will. She had a long day. The longest day of her entire life. But the minute where and Gordo were reunited seemed to last an entire lifetime itself. Lizzie kept replaying that moment in her head. Somewhere between the twentieth time and two in the morning, sleep found her.
Lizzie inhaled a sharp piercing breath as a loud sound drilled its way through her ears. Lizzie flung open her eyes. There was a tall man of about 23 standing next to her. He had a square build and was very muscular. He had wavy blonde hair and black wide frame glasses. He was pretty good at playing up the geek look. He smiled a wide toothed grin and held out his hand.
"Burke Highton, Physical Therapist" He announced.
Lizzie stared at his hand..."Ummm Lizzie, Lizzie McGuire"
"Nice to meet you Lizzie" He stood his arm still poking straight out in front of him and still displaying that dazzling smile of his.
Lizzie sat uncomfortably still, biting her lip. Burke remained unmoving.
"Aren't you going to shake my hand?" He inquired.
Lizzie laughed uncomfortably, "hehehe, well I'd umm, I'd love to, buuut"
"But what?" Burkes eyebrows raised in inquiry.
"Umm, I can't move."
"Well, Lizzie, I'm here to change that." He giggled a bit. His nose let out a little snort near the end of his laughing and it made Lizzie smile. She had always loved an infectious laugh.
"all introductions aside though, we have a lot of work to do. I want to have you up and walking, and I want to do it soon. You're a pretty young girl, you don't want to be stuck in bed for a very long time, and quite frankly, I have bills I have to pay, so the sooner you get better, the sooner I get that bonus of mine." He chuckled to himself as he shuffled through the papers on his bright green clipboard. Lizzie zoomed in on his foot apparel. Converse. Was this guy fresh out of college or just insane?
There was a light rapping at the door as Jo stepped in. She had left earlier in the morning to shower and grab some coffee. There was a huge bag in her arms which she promptly set on the sofa.
"Hi I'm Jo!" she piped, "Lizzie's mama!" she chuckled to herself
Burke introduced himself while sticking little tabs onto Lizzie's arm. Blue and red wires flew out from the tabs in every direction all tracing back to their final destination which was a big grey box held fimly in Burke's left hand.
"Okay Lizzie, this is going to send electrical impulses towards your muscles causing them to contract. Once we've utilized this device to it's fullest you'll be able to move your muscles on your own. You'll be able to walk, shake hands, and anything inbetween."
A smile brightened Lizzie's face. This wasn't going to be so hard. Burke must've read her mind, or at least her smiley, because he quickly informed her that it was going to be painful. She took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and then settled in for her first ever physical therapy session.
About two hours later Burke and his little grey box of hell left Lizzie's room. The moment the door shut Jo leaped from her seat on the sofa and squealed as she thrust the bag in Lizzie's face.
Lizzie gasped. Inside was a whole new wardrobe consisting of soffee shorts, and camisoles, Lizzie's favorite summer attire. Also there was new makeup (8 lip glosses alone) and self tanner. Jo knew her daughter all too well. She couldn't stand being pale. While her mother was bragging about all of the sales she had found someone quietly opened the door. Lizzie turned her head and was surprised to see someone she hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
Gordo lay in bed, his armly limply hugging the form of his fiancée. He stared out the window watching the lighted shapes that the various headlights threw against the silhouette of the night sky. He yawned and inhaled through gritted teeth upon realizing he had over-extended his jaw. He glanced sideways at the clock. 3:32 AM. Gordo had been laying in bed for about 3 hours now. Miranda's chest was moving softly up and down and little murmurs escaped from between her pursed lips on occasion.
Rustling the covers, and turning over the pillows, Gordo readjusted himself for the twentieth time that night. He sighed an exasperated sigh and tried to erase his haunting memory of Lizzie's eyes from his brain. He loved her. There was no denying it. But Gordo wasn't trying to deny his love, he was trying to destroy it. He couldn't love Lizzie. That's just not how it works. He was in love with Miranda Sanchez. He repeated the thought over and over. "I LOVE MIRANDA SANCHEZ" he stated over and over again. But when his eyelids fell over his eyes once again it was Lizzie's face he saw, not Miranda's. Finally Gordo got up from bed, stepping carefully over their tiny Yorkshire terrier, Gizmo. Gizmo was a little guard dog though and he immediately began to bark. Gordo picked him up and smiled as the tiny tongue wandered over his face.
"Shhhh. Calm down Giz it's just me" He sat the puppy down and opened the medicine cabinet. His hand brushed past bottles and tubes of every sort before his finger finally found the serated edge of the Nyquil lid. Finally, Gordo thought, Sleep.
Forty minutes later Gordo lay snoring with his bare legs twitching underneath the covers. He dreamt of Lizzie. Of marrying her, having children with her, and everything inbetween. But they were the kind of dreams that one does not remember when the morning light filters through their blinds, and Gordo was never to know that he married Lizzie almost nightly for a considerable amount of time.
The rain was still steadily patting on the window outside of Lizzie's room. Her mom was asleep on the sofa in the back of the room, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile at her. It was exceptionally hard for Lizzie to get to sleep due to the fact that she couldn't move her body at will. She had a long day. The longest day of her entire life. But the minute where and Gordo were reunited seemed to last an entire lifetime itself. Lizzie kept replaying that moment in her head. Somewhere between the twentieth time and two in the morning, sleep found her.
Lizzie inhaled a sharp piercing breath as a loud sound drilled its way through her ears. Lizzie flung open her eyes. There was a tall man of about 23 standing next to her. He had a square build and was very muscular. He had wavy blonde hair and black wide frame glasses. He was pretty good at playing up the geek look. He smiled a wide toothed grin and held out his hand.
"Burke Highton, Physical Therapist" He announced.
Lizzie stared at his hand..."Ummm Lizzie, Lizzie McGuire"
"Nice to meet you Lizzie" He stood his arm still poking straight out in front of him and still displaying that dazzling smile of his.
Lizzie sat uncomfortably still, biting her lip. Burke remained unmoving.
"Aren't you going to shake my hand?" He inquired.
Lizzie laughed uncomfortably, "hehehe, well I'd umm, I'd love to, buuut"
"But what?" Burkes eyebrows raised in inquiry.
"Umm, I can't move."
"Well, Lizzie, I'm here to change that." He giggled a bit. His nose let out a little snort near the end of his laughing and it made Lizzie smile. She had always loved an infectious laugh.
"all introductions aside though, we have a lot of work to do. I want to have you up and walking, and I want to do it soon. You're a pretty young girl, you don't want to be stuck in bed for a very long time, and quite frankly, I have bills I have to pay, so the sooner you get better, the sooner I get that bonus of mine." He chuckled to himself as he shuffled through the papers on his bright green clipboard. Lizzie zoomed in on his foot apparel. Converse. Was this guy fresh out of college or just insane?
There was a light rapping at the door as Jo stepped in. She had left earlier in the morning to shower and grab some coffee. There was a huge bag in her arms which she promptly set on the sofa.
"Hi I'm Jo!" she piped, "Lizzie's mama!" she chuckled to herself
Burke introduced himself while sticking little tabs onto Lizzie's arm. Blue and red wires flew out from the tabs in every direction all tracing back to their final destination which was a big grey box held fimly in Burke's left hand.
"Okay Lizzie, this is going to send electrical impulses towards your muscles causing them to contract. Once we've utilized this device to it's fullest you'll be able to move your muscles on your own. You'll be able to walk, shake hands, and anything inbetween."
A smile brightened Lizzie's face. This wasn't going to be so hard. Burke must've read her mind, or at least her smiley, because he quickly informed her that it was going to be painful. She took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and then settled in for her first ever physical therapy session.
About two hours later Burke and his little grey box of hell left Lizzie's room. The moment the door shut Jo leaped from her seat on the sofa and squealed as she thrust the bag in Lizzie's face.
Lizzie gasped. Inside was a whole new wardrobe consisting of soffee shorts, and camisoles, Lizzie's favorite summer attire. Also there was new makeup (8 lip glosses alone) and self tanner. Jo knew her daughter all too well. She couldn't stand being pale. While her mother was bragging about all of the sales she had found someone quietly opened the door. Lizzie turned her head and was surprised to see someone she hadn't seen in a very, very long time.