Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Lizzie McGuire characters in this story. And I don't own a Jeep. But my dad does. But, I don't own the company. Weren't you so wondering that?

A/N: This Lizzie fanfic is a sequel to my story "Everything at Once."

Chapter 23

LIZZIE'S POV:

"Well, I can expect you and Gordo to be responsible enough. You have known each other for a while," said my dad.

"Since my whole life," I said. "I'm almost eighteen. It will be nice for me to have another driver to come with me. He's definitely more responsible than me to say the least." I laughed while thinking about the U-turn incident earlier that day.

"It's very late and we all need to get to bed. You have a long day ahead of you with all of that driving. Sam, I think this is a good idea. I wouldn't want my baby to be driving that distance all by herself," said my mom.

I gave her a quick glance.

"I know, I know. You're not my baby anymore," said my mom. "Well, you don't look like a baby, but you'll always be my baby. Not technically but in a different sort of way."

"Mom!" I exclaimed laughing. "I get it. I understand." She came closer to me and then stroked my hair.

"You just grew up too fast. Having your eighteenth birthday soon, and then going off to college where you'll be free to do what you want...I hope you keep with you all that I taught you...or at least attempted to anyway. If you do just that, you'll have a fine way through life," she said. "Now go and get some rest. You have a big day ahead."

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I woke up the next morning, running around and getting everything packed for the trip out to Tara and Ben's house. A knock on the door scared the living daylights out of me.

"Hey, chica!" exclaimed Miranda coming in to give me a hug.

"Hey. I'll miss you," I said.

"Yeah, me too. You keep safe though, and keep your eyes on the road. It's a good thing I'm not coming with you; we'd be a distraction to each other! I drive well, but not with you in the car. No offense meant," she said.

"No offense taken. I know what you mean," I said.

"I'll keep an eye on Gordo for you," she said.

"Actually, he's coming along. It was an on-the-moment type thing. He'll come...that is, unless he can't get off from work," I said.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to find something to do while you two are gone. I'll miss ya both," she said. Miranda was single at the moment, but had tried going out with a couple of guys over the past year. One of whom was Ethan Craft. But it really didn't go so well. Ethan was all looks, and no brains. Miranda knew that, but couldn't turn him down when he asked her on a date. After about a week of going out, they broke up because Miranda couldn't stand it anymore. The other guy she went out with, Kyle, was no better, and Miranda started thinking that all guys might just be that way. There was one though that she had shown some interest in the past, and it so happened that he seemed to be interested in her as well.

"Do you know who I saw in the mall the other day?" I asked. "Jerry. He was wondering about how you were doing."

Miranda started fingering my bed spread. "So...how is he doing? I ran in to him just after school got out, and we kind of talked for a while. He's going to a college in New Jersey or somewhere across the country," said Miranda.

"He's doing fine; he's looking good," I said. Then I gave a little wink. "He's got great goals for the future, and seems real decent."

"That's good. Hopefully he'll do better in life than I am," said Miranda.

"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly. "Your life has just begun!"

Miranda put a hand on my bed and sat down. Then she sighed and covered her face with her hands. "I know, I know. What future do I have though? Remember some time ago when a certain girl became so distressed about the cloudiness of her future that she called her two best friends for help? She ended up picking choices out of hat, but still not know what she wanted. Remember that?"

"Yes," I said, "yes I do." I chuckled inwardly at the memory.

"Well, now that girl is me," she said.

"Want a hat?" I joked.

Miranda laughed a little but then straightened up and said, "Seriously, time is running out and I don't know what I want to do with my life. You-you have a fabulous boyfriend, and you two have ideas of what you want to do. Me? I have no one. I have no plans for the future, and will probably end up working at McDonald's for the rest of my life."

"So not true and you know it. You play the violin. Why don't you check into getting into that professionally," I suggested.

"You know I don't play like I used to. That's okay. I'm sure I'll find something," she said.

I gave a quick smile and remembered something that I still had in my purse. I pulled out a small paper and gave it to Miranda. "He gave me his number for you, so take it and give him a call," I said. "Who knows...something might happen." I smiled slyly.

She took the paper from me and said tiredly, "Well, I guess a phone call wouldn't hurt anybody. Anyway, I've got to get going and leave you to your packing."

"I'll miss you!" I exclaimed and ran to her and gave her a hug.

"I'll miss you too," she said, returning the hug.

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I couldn't believe it: Gordo and I together in the car going on a road trip without my parents! It was so totally cool.

"Gordo," I said staring at him in the driver's seat, "I'm so happy to be here with you. I never thought my parents would agree to letting you come. I mean, it's so totally a dream come true!"

"I'm glad I could come to. Someone has to drive for you since you can't manage it yourself," he said while nudging me in the side.

"Aw, quit it. I can drive," I grumbled. But I knew he was right. "And you're so totally going to love Tara and Ben. They are the perfect couple...aside from us. Actually, they kind of remind me of you and me."

"In what ways?" he asked.

"They really love each other so much...and when Tara...I can still see the image perfectly in my mind...the night when Ben got in a car crash with Jack...she ran out of the car screaming and crying cuz she thought he was gone..." I said. I felt a lump in my throat and a sting in my eyes. The memory was still very painful, and I couldn't even imagine what an impact it had had on Tara.

"It's okay," said Gordo, and he gently patted my arm. "Don't cry."

My nose was getting all stuffy now. "I'm not going to cry. Who said I was going to cry? It's just that the vision is still..."

"Still clear, I know. Here. Take a tissue. It's good to cry every once in a while," he said.

I took the tissue and blew my nose long and hard. "Thanks, Gordo," I said, "you're a good friend."

"You're a better one," he complimented.

"So not true!" I laughed.

"Okay, okay. I agree with you," he said.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Ow," he said rubbing his shoulder. "I was only agreeing with you."

"That so did not hurt," I said. "You're smart to agree with me. I get my way all the time!" I started laughing.

"Yeah, you think it's funny," he said.

"It is," I laughed.

"I love you," he said.

"Love you too," I sighed. I smiled to myself and looked around Gordo's Jeep. "You know what? I love this car, but it just doesn't have as much room as I would like. It's definitely not a family car."

"Who said anything about a family?" he asked. I blushed as soon as I realized what I had said.

"I'm just saying there's not enough room if there was a family to be in this car. Hell. I don't know what I mean!" I screamed.

"So you're saying it's too small?" he asked.

"Yes-yes. That's exactly what I'm saying. I straightened out my back and brushed off my pants.

"How much room do you want?" he asked.

"Enough to put all of my stuff in it," I said.

I looked back at all of my suitcases and bags piled up in the back, leaving no space for an extra person to sit.

"In that case, we'll have to order an army of limos." Gordo rolled his eyes. "You pack way too much."

"A girl can never have enough clothes! Or one too many pairs of shoes. And of course I have extra money for clothes right here with me. You never know when there's gonna be a fashion emergency," I said. "I just don't know how you get by with so little clothing."

"Lizzie! You have enough to change at least two times a day," complained Gordo.

"As I said, a girl can never have enough clothes," I repeated. Then I folded my arms across my chest, pushed the seat down, and laid back to take a nap.

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When I woke up we were pulling into a motel in the Yosemite National Park area. We were spending the night and then looking around at the park the following morning. I woke up because Gordo gently shook my shoulder.

"Wha-?" I asked drowsily.

"We're at our first stop," he whispered. "You slept through six straight hours of driving! You must've been tired. Let's go get a room and get some sleep."

I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple times. Gordo opened the door and helped me get out of the car. "Thanks, baby," I said.

"Anything for you," he said.

"I need to bring in a few things. Like my clothes and all," I said.

"Let's get the room first and then come back down and lug things in," he said.

"Fine with me. Oh, and my mom," I said rolling my eyes, "being a mom, she had talks with me on things that were and were not allowed. She said that we could share a room just as long as we don't do anything stupid, and sleep in separate beds. But that's kind of dumb cuz we've known each other our whole lives, and have been going out for a while now. We're not bound to do anything 'stupid.' Mothers." I rolled my eyes once more and let out a sigh.

"Now that that tirade's over...let's go get a room so we can get some sleep," he suggested.

"You know what?" I asked. "I am so sick of rules of this, that, and the other thing. Let's just have ourselves a good time and enjoy the freedom and independence off being without our parents. Deal?"

"Deal," Gordo said grinning.

"Deal," I echoed once more, "and the fun's starting with me buying a whole new wardrobe!"

Gordo just rolled his eyes. "C'mon. Let's get inside."

A/N: IMPORTANT: Ok, the following info is based upon the 2001 Rand McNally Road Map. It was very confusing and my computer is so slow that I didn't want better info. And I have a headache. Anyway, back to business. Since Hillridge, California doesn't exist (or does it?), I picked out a place somewhat near San Francisco that's called "Hillsborough" to be Lizzie's home. So when I was trying to figure out the driving time, I just started the hours out from San Francisco. And if everyone's not confused enough, I've never been to Yosemite National Park. And if my info's incorrect, sorry. Please, if you've ever been there, tell me about it.

I just got back from Virginia. It rained, rained, and rained some more the whole time we were there. But it was fun. And I'm glad to be back except for the fact that is causing me pains!

As maybe I might've addressed before, I don't have many ideas from this point forward, so if you have anything that I might be able to work with, please let me know when you review. Well, I think that's all except for a word of thanks to my reviewers. Oh, and I gave you a nice long chappie! Yay me!

Director: Yes, LG 4EVER! Thanks for reviewing!

MissIndependentEowynTahiriSiri: Yes, I was thinking of you in Chapter 9, P. 30! Now since Lizzie has her little freedom plan, should she get her nose or bellybutton pierced, or both? (laughs evilly) Lizzie's gonna be so bad!!! Or should I have her be a good little daughter? (thinks momentarily) Naw! That's no fun! Update your story NOW! I'll have to read Zoa&Zee sometimes...I promise. I hope that for America's sake, you are wrong in your prediction. Lol. That's all I'll say. I don't feel like getting into a political debate right now.

Thanks to renee, Slimy Jones, buffyalora15vampr, artsigirl16, Amber, and Ginny Wealsy.

Crazyhanyoued: That's ok. I was just wondering if you were ever going to write another KP fic again. I have the problem where I can only write LM fanfics. I suck at everything else. I should really start watching anime so I can read your fics.

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Winter Blaze: I totally agree that...what's her name? Britney?...should've sung her own song. I also think that she should've sung one with what's his name? I'm going crazy...the cute guy who's the popstar. Sorry! I just have a major brain freeze right now. She should've fallen in love with that guy and gone out with him. Now how's that for a perfect ending? Oh, and she should've gotten rid of those other "friends" of hers. Do you watch a lot of Disney? If so, I should email you sometime instead of writing a long message here.

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