She Will Be Loved

Gordo is Lizzie's best friend, even closer than Miranda (But don't tell anyone.) He's always there when she falls. But on their prom, he's going to be more than a best friend..

Beauty Queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

Gordo smiled at how true the song that blasted through the speakers in the gym was. Lizzie had many boyfriends, MANY. Everytime something would go wrong with them, Gordo would pick up the pieces, be the hero, be the unforgotten best friend. He stood up, bowed to Lizzie (who was sitting next to Miranda, drinking punch) and said, "Would you care to dance?" Lizzie looked around. No one was on the dance floor! They were all eating dinner. How embarrasing would it be for them to go out on the dance floor and everyone would be eating their chicken, staring at them like they were on MTV. "But Gordo," she whispered, "no one's on the floor!" Gordo laughed and replied, "Does it matter?" Lizzie had no answer for this, so she took his hand and smiled.

I drove for miles and miles

And wound up at your door

I've had you so many times

But somehow I want more..

Their arms linked, dancing in the center of the dancefloor. Gordo stared at Lizzie, at how beautiful she looked; she was wearing a light pink dress that tied up the back, white sparkles dancing from the light of the disco ball. Lizzie looked at Gordo, at how handsome he was dressed. Slow dancing, she stopped getting embarrased of everyone staring at them. Who cared? This was the last time any of them could stare at her, and unlike every day of her life, she wasn't going to let something wonderful slip by because she wanted to be popular or because she was embarrased.

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

Lizzie looked at Gordo's face- he was really listening to the music. She listened to the words.. Gordo was always standing there, waiting for her to fall so he could pick her back up again. She was like a toy, to Gordo, her directions read "Assembly required."

Tap on my window

Knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

It doesn't matter anymore

"Gordo," Lizzie started. "Yes?" Lizzie couldn't just not finish her sentence.. she didn't just like Gordo because he was cute or because he was said to like her. She liked him because he was his own person, because he was always there, because he helped form Lizzie. She used to be insecure, wondering about if anybody liked her, if she would be popular. When she met Gordo, she learned it didn't matter as long as you had friends.

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she'd like to stay a while

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

Lizzie decided she wouldn't finish her sentence with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed Gordo on the lips, causing a huge smile to present itself upon his face. Her cheeks turned flushed, and she didn't know if Gordo would like what she did (after all, he WAS Gordo..) She took her in a big, giant bear hug. "What was that for?" he asked.

"For always catching my fall."

(AWWWW.

No, I don't own Maroon 5 - I WISH I DID ! Adam's hot. And I don't own Lizzie Mcguire, but I wish i did.

R&R, please!)