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Chapter Four
Everything Changes
Several months passed and Gordo saw his friends, Lizzie and Miranda a lot more as the time passed. Miranda and Michael set their wedding date in April and Michael won national recognition for his cooking and as a result, he would be invited to Las Vegas for a cooking convention. They found out after they sent out invitations, however, that the convention was the day after they were to get married.
Not a problem, though, Miranda insisted. She decided that they would fly to Vegas for their wedding night and leave for their honeymoon destination, Paris, after the convention. In fact, since the recognition offered four tickets, Miranda invited Lizzie and Gordo to come with them, with the explanation that they want their friends to be there. Besides, Miranda thought Lizzie could use a trip to Las Vegas without having to worry about a wedding there.
As for the wedding, a coworker of Lizzie's would act as the official coordinator at the wedding, while all the plans were set up by Lizzie and Miranda. Lizzie was to be the maid of honor, and Michael's brother would be the best man. Gordo would be an usher along with three other people. The wedding itself seemed perfect. It was small enough to be intimate, yet large enough to satisfy everyone. While Lizzie and Miranda spent a lot of time planning everything, Michael and Gordo became good friends as well and on Saturdays where the girls went shopping, Gordo and Michael would often sit around and have beers and do what guys usually did (which included everything from playing chess to watching sports to cooking.) While they weren't the best of friends, they shared a certain bond that didn't include girls.
As for Lizzie and Gordo's romantic life, it still was nonexistent. They both seemed develop a small crush on each other through the months, but it wasn't anything they ever acted on. It wasn't obsessive…it was more like a friendly crush that would pass as soon as one of them busied themselves with a different significant other…which didn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon. Lizzie and Gordo were often paired together when the four of them went out for whatever reason. Whether it was mini golfing or going to dinner, they had each other when Miranda and Michael had themselves.
And last, but not least: the living situation. Michael was going to move in with Miranda and Lizzie would have to move out. Gordo offered to let her move in with him and Lizzie accepted, thinking that it would be fun living with a guy knowing that the relationship wasn't doomed. It was like the ideal situation to have. Everyone was happy and a week before the wedding, boxes that belonged to Lizzie piled in with the few boxes Gordo had yet to unpack and Michael's stuff was in Miranda's apartment. Everything seemed set and everyone thought that it was time for some sort of celebration…to recognize that everything was working out, and before the week brought stress to everyone, they could relax. Miranda let the chef that was going to replace Michael over their honeymoon take over the night and gave someone else a night to manage her restaurant while Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, and Michael had their own night…first, they had dinner and then they went for a few drinks.
"Here's to us," Miranda toasted, holding up her dry martini at the bar, after dinner.
"Here! Here!" Everyone else said, taking a drink of their own drinks. This was going to be the first night Miranda and Michael would be living together and Lizzie was sleeping at Gordo's apartment.
"Oh, my God, you guys!" Miranda pouted jokingly, "I can't believe I'm about to live with a boy!"
Lizzie, along with the others laughed, "Oh, don't worry, Miranda! It won't be too bad. The only problem you'll have is getting over the fact that you and I are no longer roommates."
Miranda made a sad face and then smiled, "You know, there still is that extra bedroom. You can still live with us."
Lizzie laughed, "Um, I think we'll be fine. Besides, I think it might be time for a little shake in our lives."
"Ahem," Michael said, "Also, I think I might object a little if Lizzie came to live with us."
They all laughed, enjoying the night. Two hours later, they decided to call it a night and Gordo and Lizzie went in one car and Miranda and Michael went in another. It was a sad day, in some ways, yet in others, it was also monumental. Miranda was getting married and all their lives were changing. They were moving to different places and getting on with their lives.
Lizzie and Gordo said their goodnights when they got to their apartment and went to their separate rooms and went to bed.
Hours later, when late in the evening turned to early in the morning, Lizzie woke up and couldn't find herself to go back to sleep. She got up to get some water and instead of going back to her room, she opened the door to the balcony. The night was clear and perfect, so Lizzie sat down in one of the chairs and peered at the stars for a while, thinking about the changes that were happening.
Lizzie lost track of time as she starred into the sky and little did she know, Gordo was also awake and he, too, went to the kitchen. When he spotted Lizzie outside, he couldn't help but grin. He fixed two cups of instant coffee and went to join Lizzie outside. He handed her a cup of coffee. "Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome," he said. He sat down on the chair next to her and watched her as the looked up into the sky and took a sip of the coffee. Not once did she look at him.
"What are you looking at?" he said, looking up into the sky.
She shrugged, "Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking."
He nodded, "Ahh," he said, "a penny for your thoughts?"
Lizzie grinned and looked at her best friend and then down, as if she were a little embarrassed, "I guess I was just thinking about life in general and how much it changes, really," she said and then put her coffee down on the floor beside her, "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
Gordo yawned, "Nope. I couldn't sleep either, actually," he said, then pointed out to the sky, "It's really beautiful out here tonight."
"I know," Lizzie said, looking back up.
Gordo looked back at his friend, "Would you rather me leave you alone?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, stay," she said, looking at him "Your company is always appreciated."
They grinned at each other. He wondered if this was how it will be every night, now that he was living with his best friend. He hoped it would be. He enjoyed her company.
"So," she said, "What do you say about all that's happening?"
"You mean with the wedding?"
"Yeah, the wedding…you coming back into our lives…you and I living together…you know, all of it."
"When you put it that way," Gordo's eyes widened, "I guess it's pretty intense."
Lizzie nodded, "Well, yeah, I know that, but do you think all this change is something we should get used to."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what about when Miranda and Michael have kids? Out of the three of us, she's the one who seems to be making all the big adjustments, but it's like we're all affected."
Gordo grinned, "What have you not thought about, Lizzie McGuire?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smiled, "All I'm saying is that unless you have a secret, she's the only one that's really going places with her life, but it seems to be equally as big for all of us. After marriage, she's going to have kids and I don't know about you, but this is going to be big for all of us. Do you think it will be like this forever?"
Gordo shrugged, taking his coffee, "I don't know. I feel like we're all going places. Miranda's places just seem bigger right now because American society makes a huge deal about weddings. Look at your career—you are very successfully and live comfortably and I do, too and so does Miranda. Careers just have a different level of effect for everyone than marriages, but both are huge and equal factors that affect everything. If either of us gets married, whether it be in a year of five years, it will feel the same way for Miranda and whichever one of us is left. It will affect all of us, but whoever isn't getting married will also feel awkward with their life. When Miranda has kids, or any of us have kids for that matter, the same thing will happen. It's like this complex social cycle."
Lizzie grinned as she looked at her best friend, "It looks like I'm not the only one who thinks a lot, is it?"
"Well, its kind of hard not to. Just living with a girl is a big step with me, and the fact that it's you, my best friend, of all people, helps because it's good to know that other people feel the same way."
"I agree," she said.
"Me too," he said, "and at this point in my life, If I had to live with any girl, I'm glad of all people, it's you."
Lizzie smiled, "Aww!" she said, hitting him playfully on the arm, "Well, the feeling is mutual. You're my best friend and I couldn't be happier."
The two friends looked at each other and smiled. Neither of them knew what to say, but neither of them felt like there was something to be said. They gazed at each other thinking their own thoughts and feeling a little bit better about everything. The moment turned awkward, though, and Lizzie finally stood up, "Well, I should probably try to get some sleep. I have to get up at eight to meet with a client at nine-thirty. Thanks for the coffee, Gordo."
Gordo got up as well, "You're welcome. I should probably get some sleep, too. I have to work out some stuff for Monday in the lab."
Lizzie grinned as she yawned, looking at Gordo, "It was nice talking to you. We should do this again sometime." She picked up her coffee from the floor and Gordo opened the door so they could get inside and waited for Lizzie to enter before he followed, closing the door behind him. They put their cups in the sink and walked to their rooms. Right before they separated, they turned and looked at each other one last time. "Good night," Gordo offered.
"Goodnight," he said and they ended up giving each other a hug and as they hugged, Gordo closed his eyes. Having a small crush on your best friend is tough. Having a crush on your best friend who lives with you and doesn't have relationships is the worst…especially when there are times like these where there is a temptation to act on these feelings.
But he didn't and they let go and went to their own rooms. Gordo leaned against his door once it closed and sighed. Maybe this living together idea would be harder than he thought. His old feelings for Lizzie were surfacing and seeing as that she was his first love and only real love, he knew that getting rid of these feelings would take a long time.
As for Lizzie, she also felt a spark when she was with Gordo, and something happened that night on the balcony…it was bizarre in a way, but Lizzie hadn't felt this way in long time, and this said a lot. This would be a challenge, Lizzie figured, especially since she had a history with Gordo…the best history she shared with any guy, for that matter. She knew that this spark couldn't get to her, though, and would probably pass. Lizzie gave up romance for herself for a reason and this reason was good enough for her not to fall for anyone…not even a best friend.
To be continued!
I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Four
Everything Changes
Several months passed and Gordo saw his friends, Lizzie and Miranda a lot more as the time passed. Miranda and Michael set their wedding date in April and Michael won national recognition for his cooking and as a result, he would be invited to Las Vegas for a cooking convention. They found out after they sent out invitations, however, that the convention was the day after they were to get married.
Not a problem, though, Miranda insisted. She decided that they would fly to Vegas for their wedding night and leave for their honeymoon destination, Paris, after the convention. In fact, since the recognition offered four tickets, Miranda invited Lizzie and Gordo to come with them, with the explanation that they want their friends to be there. Besides, Miranda thought Lizzie could use a trip to Las Vegas without having to worry about a wedding there.
As for the wedding, a coworker of Lizzie's would act as the official coordinator at the wedding, while all the plans were set up by Lizzie and Miranda. Lizzie was to be the maid of honor, and Michael's brother would be the best man. Gordo would be an usher along with three other people. The wedding itself seemed perfect. It was small enough to be intimate, yet large enough to satisfy everyone. While Lizzie and Miranda spent a lot of time planning everything, Michael and Gordo became good friends as well and on Saturdays where the girls went shopping, Gordo and Michael would often sit around and have beers and do what guys usually did (which included everything from playing chess to watching sports to cooking.) While they weren't the best of friends, they shared a certain bond that didn't include girls.
As for Lizzie and Gordo's romantic life, it still was nonexistent. They both seemed develop a small crush on each other through the months, but it wasn't anything they ever acted on. It wasn't obsessive…it was more like a friendly crush that would pass as soon as one of them busied themselves with a different significant other…which didn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon. Lizzie and Gordo were often paired together when the four of them went out for whatever reason. Whether it was mini golfing or going to dinner, they had each other when Miranda and Michael had themselves.
And last, but not least: the living situation. Michael was going to move in with Miranda and Lizzie would have to move out. Gordo offered to let her move in with him and Lizzie accepted, thinking that it would be fun living with a guy knowing that the relationship wasn't doomed. It was like the ideal situation to have. Everyone was happy and a week before the wedding, boxes that belonged to Lizzie piled in with the few boxes Gordo had yet to unpack and Michael's stuff was in Miranda's apartment. Everything seemed set and everyone thought that it was time for some sort of celebration…to recognize that everything was working out, and before the week brought stress to everyone, they could relax. Miranda let the chef that was going to replace Michael over their honeymoon take over the night and gave someone else a night to manage her restaurant while Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, and Michael had their own night…first, they had dinner and then they went for a few drinks.
"Here's to us," Miranda toasted, holding up her dry martini at the bar, after dinner.
"Here! Here!" Everyone else said, taking a drink of their own drinks. This was going to be the first night Miranda and Michael would be living together and Lizzie was sleeping at Gordo's apartment.
"Oh, my God, you guys!" Miranda pouted jokingly, "I can't believe I'm about to live with a boy!"
Lizzie, along with the others laughed, "Oh, don't worry, Miranda! It won't be too bad. The only problem you'll have is getting over the fact that you and I are no longer roommates."
Miranda made a sad face and then smiled, "You know, there still is that extra bedroom. You can still live with us."
Lizzie laughed, "Um, I think we'll be fine. Besides, I think it might be time for a little shake in our lives."
"Ahem," Michael said, "Also, I think I might object a little if Lizzie came to live with us."
They all laughed, enjoying the night. Two hours later, they decided to call it a night and Gordo and Lizzie went in one car and Miranda and Michael went in another. It was a sad day, in some ways, yet in others, it was also monumental. Miranda was getting married and all their lives were changing. They were moving to different places and getting on with their lives.
Lizzie and Gordo said their goodnights when they got to their apartment and went to their separate rooms and went to bed.
Hours later, when late in the evening turned to early in the morning, Lizzie woke up and couldn't find herself to go back to sleep. She got up to get some water and instead of going back to her room, she opened the door to the balcony. The night was clear and perfect, so Lizzie sat down in one of the chairs and peered at the stars for a while, thinking about the changes that were happening.
Lizzie lost track of time as she starred into the sky and little did she know, Gordo was also awake and he, too, went to the kitchen. When he spotted Lizzie outside, he couldn't help but grin. He fixed two cups of instant coffee and went to join Lizzie outside. He handed her a cup of coffee. "Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome," he said. He sat down on the chair next to her and watched her as the looked up into the sky and took a sip of the coffee. Not once did she look at him.
"What are you looking at?" he said, looking up into the sky.
She shrugged, "Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking."
He nodded, "Ahh," he said, "a penny for your thoughts?"
Lizzie grinned and looked at her best friend and then down, as if she were a little embarrassed, "I guess I was just thinking about life in general and how much it changes, really," she said and then put her coffee down on the floor beside her, "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
Gordo yawned, "Nope. I couldn't sleep either, actually," he said, then pointed out to the sky, "It's really beautiful out here tonight."
"I know," Lizzie said, looking back up.
Gordo looked back at his friend, "Would you rather me leave you alone?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, stay," she said, looking at him "Your company is always appreciated."
They grinned at each other. He wondered if this was how it will be every night, now that he was living with his best friend. He hoped it would be. He enjoyed her company.
"So," she said, "What do you say about all that's happening?"
"You mean with the wedding?"
"Yeah, the wedding…you coming back into our lives…you and I living together…you know, all of it."
"When you put it that way," Gordo's eyes widened, "I guess it's pretty intense."
Lizzie nodded, "Well, yeah, I know that, but do you think all this change is something we should get used to."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what about when Miranda and Michael have kids? Out of the three of us, she's the one who seems to be making all the big adjustments, but it's like we're all affected."
Gordo grinned, "What have you not thought about, Lizzie McGuire?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smiled, "All I'm saying is that unless you have a secret, she's the only one that's really going places with her life, but it seems to be equally as big for all of us. After marriage, she's going to have kids and I don't know about you, but this is going to be big for all of us. Do you think it will be like this forever?"
Gordo shrugged, taking his coffee, "I don't know. I feel like we're all going places. Miranda's places just seem bigger right now because American society makes a huge deal about weddings. Look at your career—you are very successfully and live comfortably and I do, too and so does Miranda. Careers just have a different level of effect for everyone than marriages, but both are huge and equal factors that affect everything. If either of us gets married, whether it be in a year of five years, it will feel the same way for Miranda and whichever one of us is left. It will affect all of us, but whoever isn't getting married will also feel awkward with their life. When Miranda has kids, or any of us have kids for that matter, the same thing will happen. It's like this complex social cycle."
Lizzie grinned as she looked at her best friend, "It looks like I'm not the only one who thinks a lot, is it?"
"Well, its kind of hard not to. Just living with a girl is a big step with me, and the fact that it's you, my best friend, of all people, helps because it's good to know that other people feel the same way."
"I agree," she said.
"Me too," he said, "and at this point in my life, If I had to live with any girl, I'm glad of all people, it's you."
Lizzie smiled, "Aww!" she said, hitting him playfully on the arm, "Well, the feeling is mutual. You're my best friend and I couldn't be happier."
The two friends looked at each other and smiled. Neither of them knew what to say, but neither of them felt like there was something to be said. They gazed at each other thinking their own thoughts and feeling a little bit better about everything. The moment turned awkward, though, and Lizzie finally stood up, "Well, I should probably try to get some sleep. I have to get up at eight to meet with a client at nine-thirty. Thanks for the coffee, Gordo."
Gordo got up as well, "You're welcome. I should probably get some sleep, too. I have to work out some stuff for Monday in the lab."
Lizzie grinned as she yawned, looking at Gordo, "It was nice talking to you. We should do this again sometime." She picked up her coffee from the floor and Gordo opened the door so they could get inside and waited for Lizzie to enter before he followed, closing the door behind him. They put their cups in the sink and walked to their rooms. Right before they separated, they turned and looked at each other one last time. "Good night," Gordo offered.
"Goodnight," he said and they ended up giving each other a hug and as they hugged, Gordo closed his eyes. Having a small crush on your best friend is tough. Having a crush on your best friend who lives with you and doesn't have relationships is the worst…especially when there are times like these where there is a temptation to act on these feelings.
But he didn't and they let go and went to their own rooms. Gordo leaned against his door once it closed and sighed. Maybe this living together idea would be harder than he thought. His old feelings for Lizzie were surfacing and seeing as that she was his first love and only real love, he knew that getting rid of these feelings would take a long time.
As for Lizzie, she also felt a spark when she was with Gordo, and something happened that night on the balcony…it was bizarre in a way, but Lizzie hadn't felt this way in long time, and this said a lot. This would be a challenge, Lizzie figured, especially since she had a history with Gordo…the best history she shared with any guy, for that matter. She knew that this spark couldn't get to her, though, and would probably pass. Lizzie gave up romance for herself for a reason and this reason was good enough for her not to fall for anyone…not even a best friend.
To be continued!
