Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Lizzie McGuire characters in this story. Hey, wouldn't you know it! I own something. I own Tara, Jack, and Ben. And well...Jack is gone now! Haha! I killed my own character. Bad Sarah!

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

Chapter 24

LIZZIE'S POV:

I woke up the next morning finding myself huddled next to Gordo in the same bed. My mom of course would've choked, but I found myself quite content snuggling with my boyfriend. I was so warm and tired that I wanted to stay in bed and never get out. I turned around and Gordo turned around and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What time is it?" he mumbled.

"The right time to be with you," I said.

"Good answer," he said while yawning.

"Goodnight again," I said. But it was only a couple of minutes before he woke me up. I was being very stubborn and finally he started tickling me.

"Gordo, Gordo! Stop! Stop!" I said breathlessly because I was laughing.

"Ticklish, huh?" laughed Gordo.

"I am, I am," I said. "It's my confession. Now since I confessed, can you please stop!"

Gordo stopped then pulled me close to him and I sat in his lap.

"Didn't we fall asleep in separate beds last night?" asked Gordo.

I giggled. "Yeah, well, it started that way. But I got cold last night so I climbed in with you. I thought you wouldn't mind."

"No, I didn't," said Gordo.

"If you did you probably would've pushed me out, huh?" I asked. I turned around and looked at him.

He kissed me gently on the lips. "You know I wouldn't have," he said. "I love you too much. You might bonk your head or something on the way down."

"You're too funny," I said. "I guess that's why I love you. Well, one of the reasons anyway."

"We really have to get going," he said looking at the alarm clock right next to the bed. "It's getting really late and we have a long day ahead of us."

I grabbed his wrists in my hands and gave him a kiss. "Ok. Now I can go get ready! Let me go take a shower first."

"I took mine last night," he said. "So I'll go ahead and get dressed while you're in the shower."

"And don't forget to brush your teeth!" I exclaimed. "I plan to get a lot of kissing in today." I grabbed a clean change of clothes, some clean underwear, and my makeup.

When I got out of the shower, I quickly applied my makeup. For clothes, I had chosen a deep color of purple for a tube top and a pair of pants. Then I put on a pair of earrings. They were little blue stars on chains that dangled all the way to my shoulders. I put a matching blue belt on. I also slipped on white sandals.

"Are you ready?" asked Gordo anxiously. "It really is getting late."

"Yeah, I know, I know. Just give me a minute," I said. I came out of the bathroom after just normally getting ready. I didn't do anything extra special with my makeup or my clothes, but the minute I stepped out of the bathroom, Gordo seemed blown away.

"What?" I asked curiously. I felt like laughing at his expression. He was standing there, mouth agape, staring at me.

"N-nothing," he stuttered.

"Gordo. Tell me right now if there is something on my face. Cuz if you don't and I walk around all day with my makeup smudged, I will personally have to beat you," I joked.

"Honestly, Lizzie," he said, "it really is nothing. No. That's not true. It's everything. You are everything."

I looked at him confusedly.

"It's just that you look amazing today, Lizzie," he said. "Wow."

I could feel myself blushing furiously. "Thanks," I said while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're really cute when you do that," he said.

"I'll have to do it more often then, won't I?" I teased. "C'mon. Let's get the show on the road."

"It's about seven and a half hours to Las Vegas, and we're really running late," said Gordo.

"Then let's move!" I yelled.

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"Why is this happening?" I wailed. Gordo had just pulled over the car because smoke was pouring out of the hood and the car was acting strangely.

"Five hours down the road and it just gave up!" I yelled again. Then I got out of the car and kicked the tire. It was hot outside, and the temperature difference from the car to the outside was a huge jump. "And it's hot out here!"

Gordo was still sitting in the car, with his arms on the steering wheel looking distressed. I climbed back inside and gave him a hug. "It's gonna take a while before we can get this thing going again," he said.

"How long?" I asked.

"Well, first of all, we are two and a half hours out of Las Vegas, I don't know how far away the nearest town is, or if there are auto services there. Maybe we could call someone to tow the car, but that will cost a lot of our money," he said. "Or there's always the hope that once the engine cools off, I can start it up again."

"So that basically rules out shopping for the whole day?" I asked.

"Lizzie!" he yelled. "How could you be thinking of shopping at a time like this?"

"Easy," I said. "When bad things happen you're always supposed to think happy thoughts, right? Happy thoughts equals shopping." I smiled a bit at the mental image.

"I don't know about you," mumbled Gordo, "and your happy thoughts. The happy thoughts would be to get the car going again."

"Well, did you go check the engine yet?" I asked him.

"No," he said getting out of the car. He checked for any cars before he got out. I followed him.

He opened the hood and smoked poured out everywhere. "I don't know anything about cars," I said, "but that doesn't look good."

"You can say that again," said Gordo.

A/N: First of all, I want to apologize for the short than normal chapter, and the long wait you had. Sorry about that. Back to the chapter: Will someone help Lizzie and Gordo's car problem? Or will they be stranded for a while? Next chapter!

I don't know anything about cars, so I'd say that their problem had to do with overheating right? But I do have experience with car problems. We've had a couple problems with cars when we take road trips. Some were a lot worse than this. Aren't I lucky? Anyway. If anyone can tell me of a city or something about two and a half hours out of Las Vegas, please tell me. And any info you have on Las Vegas tell me. The last time I was there was about two years ago, and we didn't stay too long.

IMPORTANT: If I decide to up the rating to PG-13 in upcoming chapters, will you still read this story? PLEASE let me know. Thanks.

Thanks for all of the reviews! You people are awesome. Keep up the good work. I'm too lazy to write notes to everybody today.

Slimy Jones: I don't think I've used any other POV ever since I started the sequel. The reason I haven't is that I find it easier to write in Lizzie's POV, and because I haven't used different POV's in a while, I think it flows a little better if I'm more consistent. I might do a POV in the future, but for now I'm just sticking to Lizzie's.

WickedIsMyLife: Thanks for the idea...I might use it.

MissIndependentGirl: Hey! How do you think I got the idea of little rebel, lol! Lizzie's living the life I wish I lived. You know what I mean. I wish I could go get my nose pierced. But it ain't happening. I'm not as sneaky as some people are. I'll talk to ya later! Oh, and please update your stories really soon (when you have the time.). buhbye.

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