DISCLAIMER:I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE.
Chapter Two
A Few Weeks Later. . . . . . .
At the Airport
Gordo, Lizzie, Miranda and Ethan were sitting at the airport, waiting to board the plane.
"Wow, Gordo, I cannot believe we are going to Italy again. I guess that Trevi fountain was right about returning to Italy," Lizzie said.
"Uh, Lizzie? The Trevi fountain says you will come back to ROME. We aren't going to Rome. We are going to Sicily," Gordo said.
"Oh well," Lizzie said as she nudged Gordo playfully, "Close enough."
"Yeah, try telling that to the five million Sicilians."
"Fine. So, are you excited, Gordo, or what?"
"I think this will be a lot of fun. You and me. . .in a romantic country. Who knows what will happen," Gordo said as he took Lizzie's hand and held it. Lizzie blushed.
"Miranda and Ethan will be there, too, you know," Lizzie said, looking at Miranda and Ethan who were just coming back from buying a drink in the airport.
"Who?" Gordo said as he kissed Lizzie's hand.
Just then, Miranda and Ethan sat down next to them, and Lizzie pulled her hand way from Gordo.
"We saw what you two were doing, so there is no use in trying to hide it," Miranda said, "Besides, once we are in Italy, I am sure there will be plenty more time to be alone and do whatever you want."
Ethan looked at Miranda and blurted, "Really?"
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda laughed at Ethan's comment.
"Hey," Miranda said, "Unlike you guys, I have never been to Italy. What are the Italians like?"
"They speak Italian," Gordo said.
"Gee, Gordo, that helps a lot. Thanks," Miranda said as she rolled her eyes.
"Well, 'tis true, my amico," Gordo said.
"Amoco? Isn't that a gas station?" Ethan asked.
Gordo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Ethan, I am calling Miranda my 'gas station'."
"Why? Is that some sort of metaphor or something?" Ethan asked.
"Can I have a little help here, Lizzie? Miranda? Anyone?" Gordo said.
"Can't help you here, Gordo. You started it, and now you have to finish it," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, sorry, Gordo. What is an 'amico' anyway?" Miranda asked.
Gordo sighed, " 'Amico' means 'friend' in Italian," Gordo said.
"Ohhhhh," everyone else said in unison.
Then, the all were called onto the airplane. Unfortunately, Ethan and Miranda were placed in a totally separate section of the plane than Lizzie and Gordo. Lizzie and Gordo settled in and waited for take off.
"Gordo?" Lizzie said, once the plane took off.
"Yes, my love?" Gordo said, not looking up from his magazine.
"What do you think we will do once we get to Italy?"
"I don't know. Listen to Dean Martin and drink a lot of red wine," he suggested jokingly.
"Well, you know what I mean, but I mean, what do you think it will be like?"
"I don't know, Liz. I do know, however, that I will be eating a lot of pizza and gelato, Italian's finest cuisine," he said.
Lizzie decided to give up on that conversation, and started reading her latest novel, and soon fell asleep. When she woke up, lunch was being served, and the in-flight movie, "The Abyss," was playing. Lizzie ate the chicken lunch and watched a little bit of the movie. After getting bored with the movie, she started writing in a notebook that had recently become her travel journal.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked, in between chewing on his pork plate and looking at the notebook.
"Oh, I am just writing down a list of things to do to entertain yourself on a plane," Lizzie said.
"Oh, that is easy," Gordo said, "you talk."
"Oh really?" Lizzie asked.
Gordo nodded his head.
"And who do you suggest I talk with, considering my boyfriend is being especially antisocial on this flight," Lizzie said.
"Hmm. I can empathize with you," Gordo said.
"How?"
"Well, I have this beautiful girlfriend, and when she is not reading something, she is sleeping."
"Liar! You started it!" Lizzie said as he hit him with her notebook.
"Me? How? You were the one that stopped talking to me at the beginning."
"That is only because you were not taking my questions seriously," Lizzie said.
"Well, they would have gotten more serious with time."
"Whatever, Gordo," Lizzie said as she pulled her seat back as far as it would go and covered her body with the provided blanket and closed her eyes. She heard Gordo sigh and smiled because she knew he was sighing out of amusement, and not out of sadness. She placed her hand on his leg as she tried to fall asleep yet again. Gordo took her hand and held it while he tried to fall asleep.
After another eight hours, they finally arrived at the Sicilian airport. After they got off the plane, they re-met up with Ethan and Miranda, who were waiting for them
After they met up, they realized, in Sicily, it was quite early in the morning, like seven in the morning, and in their home, it was ten the night before. They decided right away that they would get something to eat, as the food in the airplane wasn't very filling.
They decided to go to the local café and their options for drink were: té, caffè, birra, espresso, limonata, and cioccolato. Somewhat of cognates. Hmm, and then there where various things at the bakery. They ordered what they wanted, including Ethan with his birra, or beer, with the explanation that in his mind, it was about time for a beer.
After breakfast, they were pretty jet lagged and decided to go ahead and head for the house and sleep for a little longer.
Chapter Two
A Few Weeks Later. . . . . . .
At the Airport
Gordo, Lizzie, Miranda and Ethan were sitting at the airport, waiting to board the plane.
"Wow, Gordo, I cannot believe we are going to Italy again. I guess that Trevi fountain was right about returning to Italy," Lizzie said.
"Uh, Lizzie? The Trevi fountain says you will come back to ROME. We aren't going to Rome. We are going to Sicily," Gordo said.
"Oh well," Lizzie said as she nudged Gordo playfully, "Close enough."
"Yeah, try telling that to the five million Sicilians."
"Fine. So, are you excited, Gordo, or what?"
"I think this will be a lot of fun. You and me. . .in a romantic country. Who knows what will happen," Gordo said as he took Lizzie's hand and held it. Lizzie blushed.
"Miranda and Ethan will be there, too, you know," Lizzie said, looking at Miranda and Ethan who were just coming back from buying a drink in the airport.
"Who?" Gordo said as he kissed Lizzie's hand.
Just then, Miranda and Ethan sat down next to them, and Lizzie pulled her hand way from Gordo.
"We saw what you two were doing, so there is no use in trying to hide it," Miranda said, "Besides, once we are in Italy, I am sure there will be plenty more time to be alone and do whatever you want."
Ethan looked at Miranda and blurted, "Really?"
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda laughed at Ethan's comment.
"Hey," Miranda said, "Unlike you guys, I have never been to Italy. What are the Italians like?"
"They speak Italian," Gordo said.
"Gee, Gordo, that helps a lot. Thanks," Miranda said as she rolled her eyes.
"Well, 'tis true, my amico," Gordo said.
"Amoco? Isn't that a gas station?" Ethan asked.
Gordo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Ethan, I am calling Miranda my 'gas station'."
"Why? Is that some sort of metaphor or something?" Ethan asked.
"Can I have a little help here, Lizzie? Miranda? Anyone?" Gordo said.
"Can't help you here, Gordo. You started it, and now you have to finish it," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, sorry, Gordo. What is an 'amico' anyway?" Miranda asked.
Gordo sighed, " 'Amico' means 'friend' in Italian," Gordo said.
"Ohhhhh," everyone else said in unison.
Then, the all were called onto the airplane. Unfortunately, Ethan and Miranda were placed in a totally separate section of the plane than Lizzie and Gordo. Lizzie and Gordo settled in and waited for take off.
"Gordo?" Lizzie said, once the plane took off.
"Yes, my love?" Gordo said, not looking up from his magazine.
"What do you think we will do once we get to Italy?"
"I don't know. Listen to Dean Martin and drink a lot of red wine," he suggested jokingly.
"Well, you know what I mean, but I mean, what do you think it will be like?"
"I don't know, Liz. I do know, however, that I will be eating a lot of pizza and gelato, Italian's finest cuisine," he said.
Lizzie decided to give up on that conversation, and started reading her latest novel, and soon fell asleep. When she woke up, lunch was being served, and the in-flight movie, "The Abyss," was playing. Lizzie ate the chicken lunch and watched a little bit of the movie. After getting bored with the movie, she started writing in a notebook that had recently become her travel journal.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked, in between chewing on his pork plate and looking at the notebook.
"Oh, I am just writing down a list of things to do to entertain yourself on a plane," Lizzie said.
"Oh, that is easy," Gordo said, "you talk."
"Oh really?" Lizzie asked.
Gordo nodded his head.
"And who do you suggest I talk with, considering my boyfriend is being especially antisocial on this flight," Lizzie said.
"Hmm. I can empathize with you," Gordo said.
"How?"
"Well, I have this beautiful girlfriend, and when she is not reading something, she is sleeping."
"Liar! You started it!" Lizzie said as he hit him with her notebook.
"Me? How? You were the one that stopped talking to me at the beginning."
"That is only because you were not taking my questions seriously," Lizzie said.
"Well, they would have gotten more serious with time."
"Whatever, Gordo," Lizzie said as she pulled her seat back as far as it would go and covered her body with the provided blanket and closed her eyes. She heard Gordo sigh and smiled because she knew he was sighing out of amusement, and not out of sadness. She placed her hand on his leg as she tried to fall asleep yet again. Gordo took her hand and held it while he tried to fall asleep.
After another eight hours, they finally arrived at the Sicilian airport. After they got off the plane, they re-met up with Ethan and Miranda, who were waiting for them
After they met up, they realized, in Sicily, it was quite early in the morning, like seven in the morning, and in their home, it was ten the night before. They decided right away that they would get something to eat, as the food in the airplane wasn't very filling.
They decided to go to the local café and their options for drink were: té, caffè, birra, espresso, limonata, and cioccolato. Somewhat of cognates. Hmm, and then there where various things at the bakery. They ordered what they wanted, including Ethan with his birra, or beer, with the explanation that in his mind, it was about time for a beer.
After breakfast, they were pretty jet lagged and decided to go ahead and head for the house and sleep for a little longer.