Chapter Thirty

A/N: Hey peeps! Three things:

1.) This chapter might be badly written, I don't know, because, well, I haven't exactly written the whole thing out, the part of the story is just in my head, no details or anything, hehe.

2.) There are only a few more chapters left to this story!

3.) BUT I am going to write another story soon, it's gonna be long too, I just don't want to tell you the plot yet because, well, I don't want people to use my idea. Actually, I'm not sure if the plot has been used, I just got inspired while reading one of my favourite books (not telling which one just yet)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Lizzie McGuire, yet I own the plot and the following characters:

Natalie Gordon
Brooke Morgan (or Morgan-Gordon...that sounds weird)
Ryan Ashworth
Ashley Ashworth
Kristie Ashworth
Deirdre Hill
Claire Watson
(there's lots more but I'm too lazy to put them down...they're not even important so whatever, but i still own them)

Chapter Thirty

Hey! Hey!
Get tangled up in me

You think that you know me
You think that I'm only
When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you
You wanna know more, more, more about me
I'm the girl that's sweeping you off your feet

-Skye Sweetnam "Tangled Up In Me"

"This is your house?" Lizzie asked as they pulled into the driveway of Gordo's house.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with it?" Gordo asked as he stopped the car and tucked his keys into his pocket.

"No, it's just that I thought you ould live in, like, a huge mansion," Lizzie said as they both stepped out of the car. They walked around to the trunk and pulled out her luggage. It had stopped raining a while ago, yet it was still very moist in the air.

Gordo's house wasn't that bad at all. It was pretty big, just not what Lizzie was expecting. It stood on the corner of the street, right by an intersection.

It was pretty dark outside, yet you could see very well. Lizzie glanced at her watch. It was almost 11:30. She looked around, then grabbed one of her bags out of the trunk. Gordo shut it and they started walking toward the front door.

They stopped on the porch and Gordo turned to Lizzie and said, "Natalie might be inside either watching a movie with her boyfriend or making out with him....just a little warning. You can easily avoid her by going straight upstairs or you can go and have your little reunion."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow.

"Now, just in case Nat's really in there making out, we have to be really quiet so I can sneak up on her."

Lizzie had to laugh. She giggled a bit and tried to picture two teenagers lip-locking on the couch and Gordo coming in going, "I'm home!"

Lizzie nodded and Gordo slowly opened the door. They both stepped inside and Gordo quietly closed the door, then motioned for Lizzie to stay where she was, then tiptoed his way into the living room.

Just as he expected, the lights were turned off, a movie was playing on the TV, and Natalie and Ryan were on the couch, tangled up in each other. Gordo reached over to the light switch, flipped it on and said loudly, "Enjoying the movie?"

Natalie, who was on top of Ryan, shot up about a mile in the air, screamed, then quickly smoothed out her ruffled clothes. Ryan sat up and rubbed Natalie's lipgloss off his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he ran a hand through his hair and said to Gordo, "Err-it's very...interesting...", then blushed a deep shade of red, just like Natalie.

Gordo laughed, then asked, "Nat, where's Brooke?"

Natalie turned from red to white instantly. "Oh, uh, that," she stammered, "Well, we kinda tried reaching you on your cell phone, but, uh, you must have been working or something, well, uh, of course you were working 'cause you've been gone all day..."

Gordo folded his arms across his chest and said, "Just get to the point."

Natalie now seemed very interested in the Coke stain on the floor. She shuffled her feet. "Well, um, Brooke's kind of at the hospital..."

"What happened?" Gordo asked quickly.

"Uh, well, she lost the baby Dad," Natalie mumbled uncomfortably.

After that followed a long silent. The couple sitting on the couch didn't dare move or speak. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Oh," Gordo finally said, "W-why is she still at the hospital?"

"Um, because," Natalie began, playing with her charm bracelet, "The doctor wanted to see if something's wrong with her, since she's always having miscarriages," she finished, her voice barely audible.

"Oh," Gordo replied, "Well, uh, I have a friend over...she had car trouble and she's from a different town...it's a long story, but she's going to be staying with us for a while."

"What room is she going to stay in?" Natalie asked.

Gordo sighed. "The guestroom," he answered.

"Okay," Natalie said.

Gordo left the living room, into the front hall.

Ryan and Natalie sat on the couch, staring at each other. After a moment, Natalie grabbed Ryan's head and crushed his lips with hers.

Gordo found Lizzie sitting on the stairs.

"Hi," Gordo said quietly.

"Hi," Lizzie greeted. "I heard you guys. Sorry about your...wife. Or baby. Or.."

"Yeah, thanks," Gordo said a little glumly.

"So, it's happened a lot? Your wife having miscarriages, I mean," Lizzie asked.

Gordo nodded.

"Sorry," Lizzie whispered.

"For what?"

"Sticking my nose in your business," Lizzie told him.

"You're not, Lizzie," Gordo assured her, "Now what do you want to do, let me show you your room and then go to bed? Or do something else...I mean, there's nothing really to do because Natalie's having a date and all," Gordo said.

"I guess I'll go to bed," Lizzie chose.

"Okay," Gordo said and picked up Lizzie's bags, then made his way up the stairs, Lizzie trailing behind.