A/N: Whoa, what a nice response. I was worried because it ended so soon
that I would get some complaints about it. I literally had to leave for the
airport right when I posted that and my mom was getting pretty mad at me
for spending so much time on the computer. Anyway, I'm back in commission
temporarily, until I go out of town in mid July and I want to try and write
another few chapters before that. This chapter explains what happened
between the beautiful comment and Gordo waking up and then a little more.
Also, as for the Friends thing, I got a little bit of inspiration from that, you have to get inspiration somewhere, right? This story doesn't copy anything beyond the drunken marriage and possible reactions, but only because I don't see the sober Lizzie and Gordo agreeing with the drunk Lizzie and Gordo on their judgements. I never saw the Simpson's episode.
I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Seven
After All Is Said And Done
-The Night Before-
"Lizzie has anyone ever told you that you are really beautiful?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smiled, looking at Gordo with an expression that was a mixture between surprise and flattery, "Not lately, actually."
"Well..." he said, looking at her and finishing his drink, "You are."
"Gee, thank," she said, giggling.
"Thank?" he asked, laughing.
Lizzie pointed at him and said, "You. Thank you, Davie Gordon. You know, I wish I wasn't so drunk. That way, I would actually know what I was saying. I haven't felt this way since...after getting over that slut, Carl," Lizzie smiled, "I had a lot of fun that night..."
Gordo snorted out of his laughter, "Wow, can you imagine how miserable you'd be if you were married to that guy?"
Lizzie now had a confused expression, "Or was it after Nathan?"
"The thing about people like you and me, Lizzie, is that we are too smart for this relationship crap."
Lizzie nodded her head and laughed, playing with the empty glass on the table, "That's right. Like, take Miranda and Michael...they are perfect-o for each other. I've seen couples that flatter each other and shit, but M and M have something a lot of people don't have, which is trust. I never had that."
"You know you can trust me, Lizzie," Gordo said.
"Pshhh, of course I can trust you. We are like best friends," she said, and then she burst out laughing again and she covered her mouth, "Remember that time we kissed?"
"A few days ago?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "You're a good kisser, too."
Gordo stood up and looked down at Lizzie, with a sudden idea, "Hey, we trust each other! Why don't we marry each other?"
Lizzie, through her drunkenness laughed, "Is that a proposal, Davie?"
He nodded his head and Lizzie stood up, looked at him and smiled, "Okay, let's get married."
"Okay! It's settled then! Let's get married tonight!"
"Whoa, tonight? Isn't that a little too soon? Also, shouldn't we tell Miranda and Michael and our parents?"
Gordo shook his head, "Hell no. Everyone needs a good surprise in their life sometimes. Come on, let's get married in that place we saw across the street!"
"Okay," she said, then she stopped, "Wait, are we really going to do this?"
Gordo shrugged, "Why not?"
Lizzie shrugged, too, "I don't know. I don't like weddings in Vegas. Besides, shouldn't we do this when we are sober?"
"Oh, come on, Lizzie. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school and we are best friends."
Lizzie smiled, "Okay, let's go, then."
They walked out of the casino and left for the chapel and showed their licenses and gave their social security numbers and signed their names and thirty minutes later, they said their I do's and walked out of the chapel "Mr. and Mrs. David Gordon." And headed back to their hotel.
Lizzie sighed as soon as they were back to their hotel, "Wow, I'm exhausted!" she said, "Let's go to bed!"
"Okay," he said, yawning. They headed to the elevator and went up to their floor. As soon as the room's door was closed, Lizzie headed to her room, "Wait!" Gordo said, "Don't you want to come and sleep in the bed with me, Lizzie? I mean, we are married, now."
Lizzie smiled as she took off her shirt, exposing her bra, "Sure. Whatever you say, honey. I'll be there in a minute. Let me just change into my pajamas."
Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. I'll wait for you in my room."
Gordo went to his room and two minutes later, Lizzie came in, wearing a t- shirt and pajama pants. Gordo slid over to make room for Lizzie in his bed. Lizzie lay down and the drunk newlyweds looked at each other, "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Lizzie asked, "This is, after all, our wedding night."
Gordo yawned, "Of course," and he leaned in to give Lizzie a kiss, but before anything got too heated, both of them were sleeping like babies. Right before Lizzie fell asleep, she muttered, "Let's get married again tomorrow."
"Okay, Lizzie."
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THE NEXT MORNING
As any normal person with a hangover, it took Gordo a few minutes to process what exactly was going on. He went into his bag to get two aspirin for his headache and he went into the bathroom and took the aspirin and started brushing his teeth. As he was brushing his teeth, though, he suddenly stopped and thought about the whole situation. Lizzie was in his bed and there was a marriage license in the room. He didn't remember anything that happened the night before leading to this. Quickly, he spit out the toothpaste and went to the bureau to get a closer look at this paper that appeared to be a marriage license. It looked authentic. It was sealed by the state of Nevada. He looked at Lizzie sleeping peacefully. Oh boy, he thought, she is not going to be thrilled at all about this when she wakes up. It then occurred to him that he wasn't making too much of a deal about this when he should, especially since he didn't want to marry Lizzie.
He sighed, put the paper back on the bureau. It was a little past eleven. He went to Lizzie's room to try and see if Miranda and Michael were still there. Maybe Miranda would be a good person to be there for Lizzie. No one picked up, though. They checked out. He sighed. The headache was not helping.
Gordo lay down and before he knew it, he fell back asleep...
...Only to be woken up by a less than thrilled Lizzie as she hit him with a pillow and yelled, "GORDO! WAKE UP!"
Gordo opened his eyes and rubbed them and looked at Lizzie. It took him a few seconds to process what was going on as Lizzie waved a piece of paper in front of him.
Gordo took the paper from her hand, looked at it and sat up immediately. Oh yeah, he thought, he and Lizzie were married. Lizzie snatched the paper back from his hands and said, "What kind of joke is this?!"
Gordo shrugged, "I honestly don't know," he said, "and I don't think it's a joke either."
"Well," Lizzie said, with a disgusted look on her face as she looked at Gordo, "I don't want to be married to you! Whose idea was this, anyway?"
Gordo shrugged, "I really don't know anything more than you, Lizzie."
"How can you be so calm about this? Don't you realize that we are married. We are legally bonded for the rest of our lives."
Gordo shrugged, "We can get a divorce, you know."
"No way!" Lizzie said, "I can't get a divorce. I am a wedding planner. I plan weddings! I can't get married and get a divorce so soon..."Lizzie faced Gordo as if she had an idea, "What about an annulment?"
"Um, okay," Gordo said.
Lizzie sighed and shook her head, disgustedly, "This is why I hate weddings in Las Vegas. Annulment...divorce...clients are going to hear about this and think I am irrational and not dependable. People will compare me to the likes of...Britney Spears! God, Gordo! What possessed you to marry me?" Lizzie said in a fury.
"We were drunk," he said.
Lizzie looked him over up and down, "Gordo will you please get up so I can feel like we are talking about this. Marriage is, after all, about teamwork," Lizzie said, with a lot of sarcasm.
"Fine!" Gordo said and he stood up. He realized that it was after noon and he wanted to get dressed for the day, "Listen, why don't we get ready for the day and get dressed so at least when we talk, we'll be clean!"
Lizzie squinted her eyes, "Oh, Gordo, you are such a smart ass. It's a good thing you won that two hundred dollars last night because it should help you with the annulment!" Lizzie shoved the paper that united them in matrimony and left for the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"Oh yeah?" he yelled, "Well, guess what? I lied last night! I didn't win two hundred dollars last night. I didn't win shit, actually."
No response. The water was running and Lizzie appeared, with a towel covering her nakedness. She held up her finger, obviously peeved and was inches away from his face, looked him over and to his shock and out of her anger, she spat at him, "I can't believe that you were my first love. You are hopeless, David Gordon. You are a lying, good for nothing obsessive- compulsive drunk. Go rot in hell," she said, storming back to the bathroom.
As soon as the door was closed she leaned against it and started crying. She was frustrated with all of this, but knew, even before she woke him up that he wasn't the only person to blame for this. She needed someone to take out her aggression when she found that and had a sudden flashback of the night before and he was the closest thing. She didn't mean to insult him, it just came out. It was bad enough that she was married, but now she was taking it out on her best friend. What had she gotten herself into?
Meanwhile, Gordo, taken aback by Lizzie's words, sat on the bed and covered his hands to his face. What had he gotten himself into?
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A/N: Yeah, I'll try hard not to make the next chapter as fluffy as this chapter was...heehee. I'll try and update as soon as possible. If you have any ideas or suggestions, e-mail me at nightandday8yahoo.com .
Also, as for the Friends thing, I got a little bit of inspiration from that, you have to get inspiration somewhere, right? This story doesn't copy anything beyond the drunken marriage and possible reactions, but only because I don't see the sober Lizzie and Gordo agreeing with the drunk Lizzie and Gordo on their judgements. I never saw the Simpson's episode.
I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Seven
After All Is Said And Done
-The Night Before-
"Lizzie has anyone ever told you that you are really beautiful?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smiled, looking at Gordo with an expression that was a mixture between surprise and flattery, "Not lately, actually."
"Well..." he said, looking at her and finishing his drink, "You are."
"Gee, thank," she said, giggling.
"Thank?" he asked, laughing.
Lizzie pointed at him and said, "You. Thank you, Davie Gordon. You know, I wish I wasn't so drunk. That way, I would actually know what I was saying. I haven't felt this way since...after getting over that slut, Carl," Lizzie smiled, "I had a lot of fun that night..."
Gordo snorted out of his laughter, "Wow, can you imagine how miserable you'd be if you were married to that guy?"
Lizzie now had a confused expression, "Or was it after Nathan?"
"The thing about people like you and me, Lizzie, is that we are too smart for this relationship crap."
Lizzie nodded her head and laughed, playing with the empty glass on the table, "That's right. Like, take Miranda and Michael...they are perfect-o for each other. I've seen couples that flatter each other and shit, but M and M have something a lot of people don't have, which is trust. I never had that."
"You know you can trust me, Lizzie," Gordo said.
"Pshhh, of course I can trust you. We are like best friends," she said, and then she burst out laughing again and she covered her mouth, "Remember that time we kissed?"
"A few days ago?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "You're a good kisser, too."
Gordo stood up and looked down at Lizzie, with a sudden idea, "Hey, we trust each other! Why don't we marry each other?"
Lizzie, through her drunkenness laughed, "Is that a proposal, Davie?"
He nodded his head and Lizzie stood up, looked at him and smiled, "Okay, let's get married."
"Okay! It's settled then! Let's get married tonight!"
"Whoa, tonight? Isn't that a little too soon? Also, shouldn't we tell Miranda and Michael and our parents?"
Gordo shook his head, "Hell no. Everyone needs a good surprise in their life sometimes. Come on, let's get married in that place we saw across the street!"
"Okay," she said, then she stopped, "Wait, are we really going to do this?"
Gordo shrugged, "Why not?"
Lizzie shrugged, too, "I don't know. I don't like weddings in Vegas. Besides, shouldn't we do this when we are sober?"
"Oh, come on, Lizzie. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school and we are best friends."
Lizzie smiled, "Okay, let's go, then."
They walked out of the casino and left for the chapel and showed their licenses and gave their social security numbers and signed their names and thirty minutes later, they said their I do's and walked out of the chapel "Mr. and Mrs. David Gordon." And headed back to their hotel.
Lizzie sighed as soon as they were back to their hotel, "Wow, I'm exhausted!" she said, "Let's go to bed!"
"Okay," he said, yawning. They headed to the elevator and went up to their floor. As soon as the room's door was closed, Lizzie headed to her room, "Wait!" Gordo said, "Don't you want to come and sleep in the bed with me, Lizzie? I mean, we are married, now."
Lizzie smiled as she took off her shirt, exposing her bra, "Sure. Whatever you say, honey. I'll be there in a minute. Let me just change into my pajamas."
Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. I'll wait for you in my room."
Gordo went to his room and two minutes later, Lizzie came in, wearing a t- shirt and pajama pants. Gordo slid over to make room for Lizzie in his bed. Lizzie lay down and the drunk newlyweds looked at each other, "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Lizzie asked, "This is, after all, our wedding night."
Gordo yawned, "Of course," and he leaned in to give Lizzie a kiss, but before anything got too heated, both of them were sleeping like babies. Right before Lizzie fell asleep, she muttered, "Let's get married again tomorrow."
"Okay, Lizzie."
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THE NEXT MORNING
As any normal person with a hangover, it took Gordo a few minutes to process what exactly was going on. He went into his bag to get two aspirin for his headache and he went into the bathroom and took the aspirin and started brushing his teeth. As he was brushing his teeth, though, he suddenly stopped and thought about the whole situation. Lizzie was in his bed and there was a marriage license in the room. He didn't remember anything that happened the night before leading to this. Quickly, he spit out the toothpaste and went to the bureau to get a closer look at this paper that appeared to be a marriage license. It looked authentic. It was sealed by the state of Nevada. He looked at Lizzie sleeping peacefully. Oh boy, he thought, she is not going to be thrilled at all about this when she wakes up. It then occurred to him that he wasn't making too much of a deal about this when he should, especially since he didn't want to marry Lizzie.
He sighed, put the paper back on the bureau. It was a little past eleven. He went to Lizzie's room to try and see if Miranda and Michael were still there. Maybe Miranda would be a good person to be there for Lizzie. No one picked up, though. They checked out. He sighed. The headache was not helping.
Gordo lay down and before he knew it, he fell back asleep...
...Only to be woken up by a less than thrilled Lizzie as she hit him with a pillow and yelled, "GORDO! WAKE UP!"
Gordo opened his eyes and rubbed them and looked at Lizzie. It took him a few seconds to process what was going on as Lizzie waved a piece of paper in front of him.
Gordo took the paper from her hand, looked at it and sat up immediately. Oh yeah, he thought, he and Lizzie were married. Lizzie snatched the paper back from his hands and said, "What kind of joke is this?!"
Gordo shrugged, "I honestly don't know," he said, "and I don't think it's a joke either."
"Well," Lizzie said, with a disgusted look on her face as she looked at Gordo, "I don't want to be married to you! Whose idea was this, anyway?"
Gordo shrugged, "I really don't know anything more than you, Lizzie."
"How can you be so calm about this? Don't you realize that we are married. We are legally bonded for the rest of our lives."
Gordo shrugged, "We can get a divorce, you know."
"No way!" Lizzie said, "I can't get a divorce. I am a wedding planner. I plan weddings! I can't get married and get a divorce so soon..."Lizzie faced Gordo as if she had an idea, "What about an annulment?"
"Um, okay," Gordo said.
Lizzie sighed and shook her head, disgustedly, "This is why I hate weddings in Las Vegas. Annulment...divorce...clients are going to hear about this and think I am irrational and not dependable. People will compare me to the likes of...Britney Spears! God, Gordo! What possessed you to marry me?" Lizzie said in a fury.
"We were drunk," he said.
Lizzie looked him over up and down, "Gordo will you please get up so I can feel like we are talking about this. Marriage is, after all, about teamwork," Lizzie said, with a lot of sarcasm.
"Fine!" Gordo said and he stood up. He realized that it was after noon and he wanted to get dressed for the day, "Listen, why don't we get ready for the day and get dressed so at least when we talk, we'll be clean!"
Lizzie squinted her eyes, "Oh, Gordo, you are such a smart ass. It's a good thing you won that two hundred dollars last night because it should help you with the annulment!" Lizzie shoved the paper that united them in matrimony and left for the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"Oh yeah?" he yelled, "Well, guess what? I lied last night! I didn't win two hundred dollars last night. I didn't win shit, actually."
No response. The water was running and Lizzie appeared, with a towel covering her nakedness. She held up her finger, obviously peeved and was inches away from his face, looked him over and to his shock and out of her anger, she spat at him, "I can't believe that you were my first love. You are hopeless, David Gordon. You are a lying, good for nothing obsessive- compulsive drunk. Go rot in hell," she said, storming back to the bathroom.
As soon as the door was closed she leaned against it and started crying. She was frustrated with all of this, but knew, even before she woke him up that he wasn't the only person to blame for this. She needed someone to take out her aggression when she found that and had a sudden flashback of the night before and he was the closest thing. She didn't mean to insult him, it just came out. It was bad enough that she was married, but now she was taking it out on her best friend. What had she gotten herself into?
Meanwhile, Gordo, taken aback by Lizzie's words, sat on the bed and covered his hands to his face. What had he gotten himself into?
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A/N: Yeah, I'll try hard not to make the next chapter as fluffy as this chapter was...heehee. I'll try and update as soon as possible. If you have any ideas or suggestions, e-mail me at nightandday8yahoo.com .
