A/N: It's summertime and school is over for a few months. Yay! Anyway, I'm going out of town today and won't be back until later this month. Unfortunately, I won't have access to a computer, so I won't be able to update. Anyway, I thought I would leave you with this chapter and I hope I don't leave you in too much suspense when this chapter is over. Enjoy and if you have the time, please review. Thank you for all the reviews so far!

I do not own Lizzie McGuire.

Chapter Six

Viva Las Vegas

"Someone once told me that friends stuck together through thick, thin, good, and bad. Now, if any two people can attest this, it would be Miranda and me. Miranda has been my best friend ever since I can remember. We went to school together, we did homework together, we talked about boys together, we dated together, and went through almost everything together. I could stand her for hours and talk about Miranda's first kiss, first love, all of her embarrassing moments, and about a trillion other things come to mind, but the one that sticks out particularly tonight is the night she got engaged. Now, I'm a wedding planner, so I deal with couples and particularly brides all the time, but this time it was different. This is my best friend in the whole wide world getting married. As a friend, I honestly didn't know what to think. I was happy for her, jealous of Michael, jealous of her, and overcome with emotions. Not only is Miranda my best friend, but we also lived together for a long time. I didn't know if I was ready to give up my roommate. But I was. Miranda, Michael, you two most likely realize how lucky you are to have each other. I look forward to watching your marriage develop because you two share the greatest thing there is between two people, and that is love. Miranda, thank you for being my friend and while the single part of your life is officially closed, I can tell you now that this new chapter includes a lot of love, friendship, happiness, and whatever else you want because you deserve the best in life."

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The next day, the four were at the airport waiting for their flight to be called for Las Vegas. Silence was the game that Lizzie and Gordo played the night before after the wedding. It was late when they got home, so they went straight to bed. They woke up, got packed and before they knew it were on their way to the airport. Today was different, though, because both Lizzie and Gordo acted like nothing major happened.

Their flight was called and Miranda and Michael, because they were in first class, were called first and a few moments later, Lizzie and Gordo's seats were called. Lizzie, who spent some time thinking about this the night before, decided that she was making a big deal out of nothing and since she and Gordo were best friends, it wasn't worth the friendship to make something out of nothing. Gordo thought along similar lines thinking they were roommates and they'd have to live with each other anyway. They each had a small crush that lingered on the other one, but they would do their best to ignore them.

The flight lasted a little over an hour and Lizzie decided to use that time for a short nap while Gordo read a few magazines. He was taking a day off from work for this trip and since he'd never been to Vegas, he had every intention of making the most of this experience, with drinks, gambling, and all the glitter and neon lights in between. He realized that he'd probably spend most his time with Lizzie, but he saw this as an opportunity. He had solutions to everything—He'd drink to forget the recent occurrences with Lizzie and gamble to stress over something else.

The plane landed safely in Las Vegas and Miranda, Michael, Lizzie, and Gordo met up again and caught a Taxi to their hotel. Michael and Miranda were talking about something and Gordo, who ended up sitting in the front with the driver, was looking at all the things in the front seat. Lizzie was listening to Miranda and Michael, but saying nothing. It was funny how Miranda and Michael didn't suspect anything out of the silence. Fifteen minutes later, they were dropped off at the hotel and checking in. Miranda and Michael were on a different floor than Lizzie and Gordo because of their suite and they were led into their rooms with their luggage.

Lizzie and Gordo came to their room and as Miranda told Lizzie, it contained two bedrooms, both of which were small. One had a full bed while the other had two twin beds. Lizzie put her stuff in the one with the twin beds, which left Gordo with the full bed. Lizzie walked into Gordo's room after putting her stuff in her own room and sat on the bed, determined to not let the past bother her. "So, are you hungry?"

Gordo, who was checking out the dresser in his room, turned to Lizzie and shrugged, leaning against the dresser, "What do you want?"

Lizzie looked thoughtful, "Well, normally, I'd recommend the hotel food, but since this food convention is going on, I have a feeling that we'd only be getting in the way. Also, I'm not sure if we should ask Michael and Miranda to come with us."

Gordo tapped his fingers, "Well, how about we go out somewhere. I mean, its almost two o'clock. We probably should eat something."

Lizzie stood up and headed for his door, "then what are we waiting for?"

Gordo put his hotel key in his pocket and followed behind her, "We should probably call Miranda and Michael to tell them what we are doing."

Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know if that's such a good idea. The convention is going on and I think they were going straight to that. Let's just go."

"Okay," he said and they left their room and went down to the lobby and then out the front door. "What about that place right there?" he asked, pointing across the street. It was a burger place.

"Okay."

They walked across the street and went to the restaurant. They sat down and ordered. While they waited, Gordo started talking about all the things he wanted to do while they were in Vegas. "I don't really want to see a show, but I do want to do the other stuff, like gambling and maybe going to a bar."

"Ooh, there's a great bar right in our hotel. It's right next to the casino."

"What are Michael and Miranda going to go tonight?"

"They are going to see Cirque du Soleil."

"Oh, well, do you want to do anything?"

Lizzie shrugged, "Not really. I've been here before and unfortunately, this won't be my last time, so I've done enough."

"Have you ever gambled?"

Lizzie shrugged, "Once or twice."

Gordo smirked, "You actually gambled?"

Lizzie nodded her head as if it were no big deal, "Of course."

Gordo raised his eyebrow, "Did you win anything?"

"Yeah, I won a little."

"How much?"

Lizzie grinned, "That is none of your business, Gordo. Besides, that was a long time ago."

"Oh, come on. We're best friends. Can't you give me some sort of an idea?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Oh, all right. I won a couple thousand, okay?"

Gordo's eyes widened in hearing this, "You won two thousand dollars? On what?"

"Craps."

"How much money did you put down?"

Lizzie shrugged, "I don't remember."

"Lizzie..."

Lizzie shrugged, "What? It was five dollars, okay?"

Gordo blinked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You won two thousand dollars on a five dollar bet? Is that even possible?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Gordo, its no big deal, okay? It was beginners luck."

"Psshhhh, beginners luck," he said, "I'm sticking to you all night. Maybe you can pass some of that luck to me."

Lizzie shook her head and smiled. She wasn't uncomfortable with him anymore and that's why she was happy. This was going to work out. A kiss is just a kiss.

After eating lunch, they went to the convention to check up on Michael and Miranda. They spent the next few hours at the convention before going back to their hotel room to get ready for the evening. Michael invited Lizzie and Gordo to come to dinner with them, but they turned him down, because Lizzie figured they would be better off alone.

Instead, Lizzie and Gordo took showers and dressed in different clothes. The plan for them was to eat dinner, go to a casino, and then take it from there.

Lizzie dressed in a blue halter-top and black pants while Gordo wore a white collared shirt and khaki pants. They left the room and took a taxi to a nearby restaurant recommended by the hotel. They enjoyed a light conversation and had a little wine with their meal. After that, they went to the casino at the Paris hotel and Gordo, not wanting to blow all his money at one place, exchanged a twenty for four fives. Lizzie decided against gambling. "Okay," he said, looking at the money, "You said you won big at craps? Anything else you aren't telling me?"

"Gordo! Shut up!" Lizzie said, "If you want me to stick with you, you're going to have to shut up!"

"Fine, fine, fine," he said, "okay, so where is this craps table?"

Lizzie shrugged, "I have no idea. Maybe you should look around."

Gordo did just that and they finally found what they were looking for. He handed the attendant a five and took the chip given to him. He put the chip down and took the two die. "Is this the game where you want a seven or an eleven?"

"Yep," Lizzie said.

The shook the die for a few seconds before dropping them to the table. Both die showed one. "Two!" Gordo said, excitedly, "What does that mean?"

"You lose," Lizzie said, "You rolled snake eyes, so you loose everything."

"What?? That's not fair! Come on, Lizzie, let's try something else!"

Lizzie rolled her eyes and followed him to walk around the casino. After examining the whole room, he couldn't make up his mind. It was driving Lizzie crazy.

"Will you just make up your mind already?" she asked, "You know, we could go somewhere else."

"No!" he said, "I still have fifteen bucks!"

Lizzie sighed, "Okay, well I'm going to go over there to the bar to get something to drink."

"Oh, could you bring me a scotch?" he asked.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, annoyed. She was going to the bar to stay at the bar. She sighed and walked over the bar, "A scotch and a screwdriver, please?" she asked the bartender.

A minute later, she had her drinks and she went off to find Gordo. She found him five minutes later at the slots. She walked up to him and handed him his drink, "Here. You owe me three bucks."

Gordo reached into his pockets for more quarters, "Gordo? How long do you think this is going to take you?"

Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. I just exchanged the five dollars I had for quarters. It couldn't take too long."

"Wait. I thought you had fifteen."

"Yeah, well I tried black jack twice."

Lizzie took a large sip of her drink and sat down at the empty slot machine next to him that an older lady had just left, "Here," she said, putting her drink down, "hand me a quarter." She put her hand out.

Gordo rolled his eyes and reluctantly handed her a quarter. She put it in the slot machine and pulled the lever. She didn't win anything.

"Ahh, so it was just beginners luck," he said, not looking away from his machine.

"Oh, like you're doing any better!" Lizzie said. Lizzie held her drink and watched him as he obsessed over the machine. She just shook her head as she kept her straw near her mouth.

Gordo finished shortly after that and they agreed to go to another casino. Lizzie didn't want to, but she didn't find any use in arguing, so they finished their drinks and went to another casino and once again, Gordo took out a twenty and exchanged it for four fives. "Okay, this time, I think I'm going to try something else. I don't know about everything, but I'm willing to give some things a try."

Lizzie rolled her eyes. Why even bother? She started following him and he turned to her and said, "Oh, Lizzie, are you going to go to the bar and get another drink?"

"Do you want me to go to the bar?"

Gordo smiled big and nodded, "If you could, that'd be great."

Lizzie sighed, "Another scotch?"

Gordo reached into his pocket, "Nah, make it a banana daiquiri." He handed her a ten and she left him.

Lizzie walked up to the bar and to the counter and waited for the bartender. He finally came. Lizzie smiled, "I'll have a sangria and a banana daiquiri."

"Sure thing," the bartender said, and a minute later, Lizzie had her sangria and daiquiri. She tried to find Gordo and finally found him at the roulette table. She handed him his daiquiri and stood next to him.

"Are you playing?"

Gordo shook his head, "No, I'm watching."

"Why aren't you playing?"

Gordo shrugged, "Because I don't have any more money."

Lizzie's eyes widened. What? I was gone for like ten minutes."

"So?" Gordo drank the banana daiquiri.

"How did you already blow it?"

"Here," he said, pointing at the roulette table.

Lizzie sighed, "Well are you ready to call it a night."

"Not yet. We still have our own hotel."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "But that's all, right?"

"Yeah," he said, scratching his stomach, "what time is it?"

"A little after ten."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"The night is still young. Things could turn around. I'm not giving up yet."

"Fine. But can we leave now?"

Lizzie and Gordo finished their drinks and took a taxi to their hotel. "Would you like another drink?" Lizzie asked, feeling a little tipsy, but figuring another drink wouldn't hurt her.

"Yeah, I'll have a screwdriver this time," he said, but then continued, "but keep it up there this time. This should only take a few minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Gordo said, pulling out a twenty and looking out at the casino, "I know exactly how I want to use this baby."

Lizzie shrugged and then headed to the bar. She ordered two screwdrivers and then sat at a table, waiting for him. A few minutes later, she finished her drink and started flirting with the idea of taking his and just making him get himself another. However, Gordo appeared with a smile on his face and held up a few bills, "Whoa. You actually won?" Lizzie asked.

Gordo sat down in the chair next to her and nodded his head, "I won two hundred."

"Good for you!"

Gordo shrugged, "It's not as good as two thousand, but it is something."

"Wow!" Lizzie said, then she stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Lizzie pointed and giggled, "Well, I need another drink."

"Wait!" he said, gulping down his drink as fast as he could, "Could you get me a double shot of whiskey?"

Lizzie nodded her head, "Coming right up, sir!" she said, walking to the bar. She almost tripped, but stopped herself. Gordo could tell she was drunk and he himself was starting to feel a little drunk himself. He didn't care, though. He intended on getting drunk, anyway. He blamed it on the atmosphere, though. All the neon lights were making him thirsty. Lizzie came back with the drinks and he downed them and went from feeling slightly drunk to a little more drunk almost immediately.

Thirty minutes later, it was safe to say that both of them were hammered. Their conversation went from loving Las Vegas to random commentary.

"So," Lizzie slurred, "This is fun, isn't it? We should do this more often!"

Gordo nodded his head, "Wonderful idea, Lizzie. Splendid!"

Lizzie laughed, "You know, it's a good thing neither of us have to go to work tomorrow, or else that'd be bad."

"You know, Lizzie, I'm not even tired. I'm not sure if I'm ready to call it a night."

"Neither am I," Lizzie said. Less than an hour ago, she wouldn't have agreed, but now she was starting to see the light.

Gordo looked at Lizzie and couldn't help by being infatuated by the beautiful woman, "Lizzie, has anyone ever told you that you are really beautiful?"

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That's the last thing Gordo remembered when he woke up the next morning and found Lizzie with him in the bed. When he got out of bed and looked at the mirror, he noticed something on the bureau.

It was a marriage license...uniting David Zephyr Gordon and Elizabeth Brooke McGuire.

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A/N: Sorry about the ending, but I really have to go because I have to be at the airport in two hours. The next chapter will explain what happened, but I hope this is good enough to keep you wondering for now. I'm really sorry. I have to pack.