(Prologue)
My name is Lizzie McGuire. I am 15 years old and attend Hillridge High School. This is a journal of the past few weeks of my life. Why I am doing this?
Because I have to wonder what has happened. Ever since a class trip to Rome things have been different, and I mean different. Gordo, my best friend whom I've known like my entire life, likes me, and I mean 'really' likes me.
And I like him too. I just can't figure out what to do about it. And so we didn't talk. Miranda came in town and instantly realized what was going on. I talk to her, of course, I always do, but things haven't been right. School hasn't been right. Nothing has.
And Gordo is quiet. Why is he so quiet? I need him most right now: Someone to hold onto. And he's not there, and hasn't been for weeks. Why he is like this?
Miranda is okay. But she's not Gordo. I need him. I am desperately in love with him, but that doesn't scare me.
What does is not being with Gordo. But he doesn't know. He needs to know...and tonight, he will. This is when I tell him. Here and now.
It begins at this moment.
All fades away to 'Present Time'. Lizzie stands in a courtyard in front of a large, openly elegant house. She knocks on the door.
Mr. Gordon, in his usual, business-like manner, opens the door and greets Lizzie.
"Hello, Lizzie. I haven't seen you in a while".
(Animated Lizzie: "He knows, he has to. Everyone knows it now. Just what I needed...parental supervision".)
"Would you like to come in?" asks Mr. Gordon.
"Sure, thanks." She barely whimpers inside, clearly and obviously aware of how the man before her is reacting; like a cautious, observant predator.
(Animated Lizzie: "Why does Gordo's dad have to be a shrink? That's the last thing I need right now!")
"Something on your mind?" Mr. Gordon pondered. Lizzie, who was gazing at nothing in the hallway, suddenly snaps out of it and responds.
"No, I'm fine. Just fine..." She begins to trail. Her mood is quite frankly shattering. Mr. Gordon smiles and whispers in her ear.
"It's going to be all right. He misses you too".
Pulling back, Lizzie breathes a sigh of relief. She gives a 'thank you' look at Mr. Gordon and sits on a welcoming stool.
(Animated Lizzie: "Whew!")
"You know" began Mr. Gordon "let me get Gordo actually, and not keep you waiting".
"Thanks." And with that, she really, really meant.
In Gordo's bedroom, he was typing, as usual. It's what he always liked to do. Writing is something of an expression in Gordo's mind. It's what makes him alive, to feel free when life is giving him nothing but jail time.
When his dad knocked on his door, he shut off his monitor, as he always does when his parents knock, and spoke.
"Come in."
Mr. Gordon did. His posture instantly gave Gordo the goosebumps.
"I don't want to see her." He said in a very cold baritone, which came out strongly.
"Gordo..."
"Don't, Dad. Just don't. I don't have time-"
"Don't be a wuss, son. I know you do. My florist knows you do. So me a man and go get her."
His behavior slightly got Gordo off guard. He regained his own posture and glared back.
"Why are you acting this way?"
Mr. Gordon smiled. "Because if I don't...then you never will do anything about everything."
"Reverse psychology, huh?"
"I am more talented than Dr. Phil will ever be".
And with that, the duo left the dimly lit room and down the stairs.
She heard the creaks before anyone could. Lizzie got up, almost at the first step, and looked away.
Gordo and his dad walked down and for an instant said nothing and did nothing. As prudentially as he ever does, Mr. Gordon speaks first.
"I'll be leaving now."
A moment for the two. Neither looks at each other for a few seconds and just mope.
(Animated Lizzie: "Say something! Say something!")
"I missed you, Gordo." Lizzie said triumphantly. Gordo smirked and smiled back. "I remember when you said that years ago. When I went to high school."
"Yeah, I remember that" intrigued Lizzie. "I did miss you, you know that right?"
"Yeah. I missed you too."
They both look away again.
(Animated Lizzie: "I don't know if he was being flirtatious or serious...but either way, I liked it!")
"So what should we-"
Gordo's words are abruptly cut off when Lizzie kisses him, unleashing an urgent immense of clogged emotions. Their kiss isn't like before; this time it's passionate, deep, and powerful. They embrace each other.
Lizzie puts her hand on Gordo's check as she slightly pulls away. Gordo is at shock. His reaction is priceless. He can barely react!
"Lizzie..." Gordo tries to get a word out. "Don't, Gordo. Please?"
"Okay." Gordo smiles, vibrantly. The moment they've all been waiting for has arrived. They've internally and externally admitted that they like each other.
Gordo gives Lizzie a heartfelt look, then holds her hand and brings it up to his face.
"It's about time."
And with that, they kiss again. A moment caught in time, so needed by both parties that it could less forever.
An eternity.
(Animated Lizzie: "Darn straight!")