DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE! I am so sorry about my lack of updates for this story. Hopefully, I will soon be able to pick up some sort of consistency with this story that I lost. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and I will update as soon as possible. I wasn't going to update this until I finished Je t'aime, but then I decided I could focus on my other story. Anyway, please review. If this much time lapses between an update ever again, yell at me. Please, yell right in my face and let me smell your breath and let spit land on my face, because this much time is ridiculous.
Chapter Eight
Miranda went to the room where Lizzie was and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" she heard Lizzie say. She sounded like she was crying, not that Miranda was surprised.
"Lizzie? It's me. Miranda? Can I come in?" Miranda said.
There was no reply from Lizzie's side. Miranda waited by the door, until a minute later, the door was opened and Lizzie, who looked horrible, starred at Miranda. Lizzie stood aside and let Miranda in. Miranda entered and closed the door behind her.
Lizzie sat on the couch and Miranda sat next to her. Miranda waited for Lizzie to say something, but Lizzie didn't look like she was about to start a discussion.
"So, Gordo told us about your pregnancy. Congratulations, girl!" Miranda said, trying to lighten the mood.
Lizzie wiped her eyes with a tissue, "Thanks. I might have to handle this all by myself, but its good to know that at least one of my friends supports me."
Miranda put her arm around Lizzie's shoulder, "What are you talking about? Gordo supports you!"
Lizzie started crying again. "The thing is, Gordo was supposed to be the easiest person to tell. I mean, I was more scared of telling my parents than anyone because of the whole sex before marriage thing. But now, I don't know if I will ever tell my parents."
"Aww! I am so sorry," Miranda looked at Lizzie sympathetically, "But, honestly, I don't think Gordo is upset about this. It will just take time to get used to, that's all."
"This is supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life. Women are supposed to be glowing when they are pregnant. Do you see me glowing??"
"Lizzie, are you listening to me? I really think you should talk to Gordo about this before you get all bent out of shape about this. You are going to have to talk to him eventually, anyway."
Lizzie looked at her friend, "What am I going to say to him? I am so mad at him I could scream!"
"Then scream," Miranda said, simply.
Lizzie looked at Miranda weirdly, "What do you mean."
"It won't solve anything, but if it makes you feel better, scream."
"I will. . .at him."
"Okay. But Lizzie, you are going to talk to him about this."
"I don't think I have much of a choice."
"Well, when you talk to him, please talk to him with an open mind. It could take a while for this to sink in. I don't know how long you have known about this, but were you excited right away about this?"
Lizzie thought about this, "No, but that's not the point. The point is that Gordo basically flat out told be that he didn't want children."
Miranda crossed her arms, "Lizzie, that's not exactly true. Give Gordo a little credit. Gordo said that he didn't know whether or not he wanted children."
"I know, but still," Lizzie said and she blew her nose, "the fact that he has to think about it leaves reason for doubt in his mind."
"I still think you should talk this out with him. Not today, but soon. This way, you can both have a sense of what the other is feeling about the situation and take it from there. You want the baby, don't you?"
"Of course I do! I have dreamt about having children for a long time. Ever since I found out I was pregnant; I knew that this was my time. I don't feel like I am too young or anything. I feel ready. Knowing that Gordo isn't ready hurts my feelings, though."
"Good. You should tell him that when you talk to him."
Lizzie looked down, "I suppose. I just wish he had a little more optimism. I mean, I think I am ready, but I am scared, too. But, the more scared I become, the more excited I feel. This is a baby inside of me that was created by Gordo and me."
Miranda put her hand on Lizzie's shoulder, "This is another thing you should definitely tell Gordo."
Lizzie nodded her head, "I just don't know if I can ever forgive that jerk."
"Well, you are going to have you."
"Not anytime soon," Lizzie said.
"Well, do you think you are still going on that road trip tomorrow?"
Lizzie gasped, "Oh no! I forgot all about that!"
"Well, you better start thinking about it, because you have been planning that for a very long time."
"Well, I just won't go," Lizzie said, "We do not need to be spending over a week alone after all of this. I don't think I can handle that."
Miranda shook her head, "I think you are going to have to go."
"Why?" Lizzie asked, looking at her friend.
"For your own good. And Gordo's, for that matter," Miranda said.
"Are you crazy?" Lizzie asked.
"No, Liz. Hear me out. It won't solve anything if you are both here with us not talking to each other. This way, you will be forced to talk about everything, and I'll bet you anything you will make up along the way. The last thing you need is Ethan and me standing in your. You and Gordo need some time to yourselves."
Lizzie shook her head, "No, it's too soon."
Miranda shook her own head, "No, it really isn't. In fact, I think it is perfect."
"You really think so?"
"Lizzie, I know you too so well, that only good things will happen from this. In fact, I am not asking you to go, I am demanding you to go."
"But. . ."
Miranda stopped her, "If no one else, do it for me."
Lizzie took in a deep breath as she thought hard about this. As she exhaled, she nodded her head, "fine. But if I find that I can't stand it, I am calling you and you better come pick me up."
Miranda nodded her head, "Of course."
Miranda stood up.
"Where are you going?" Lizzie asked.
"I am going to tell Gordo to get his things together for your road trip. Unless you want to tell him yourself."
"NO! I am definitely not going to talk to him now. I might change my mind."
Miranda smiled, "Okay. Good night. I'll bring in some food for you in a few minutes for dinner."
Lizzie nodded her head. At least she wasn't crying anymore.
Miranda shut the door behind her and walked up to Gordo and Lizzie's room, where Gordo was.
Miranda knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Gordo called from the other side.
"It's me, Miranda," Miranda said, "Can I come in?"
"Sure. It's unlocked."
Miranda opened the door to find Gordo on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Well," Miranda said as she sat on the foot of the bed, "I talked to her."
Gordo sat up a little, to show interest, "What did she say?"
"Well," Miranda said, "You two have to talk to each other."
"She wants to talk to me?"
"Not right now," Miranda said, "But the trip is still on for tomorrow."
Gordo looked surprised by this comment, "Really?"
Miranda nodded her head, "Yeah," and Miranda started to stand up and headed for the door, "So, you better make sure your stuff is all together."
Miranda started to shut the door, but opened it back up, "I think this trip will be good for the both of you." Miranda shut the door.
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And so the journey begins! Haha! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and I will update as soon as possible.
Chapter Eight
Miranda went to the room where Lizzie was and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" she heard Lizzie say. She sounded like she was crying, not that Miranda was surprised.
"Lizzie? It's me. Miranda? Can I come in?" Miranda said.
There was no reply from Lizzie's side. Miranda waited by the door, until a minute later, the door was opened and Lizzie, who looked horrible, starred at Miranda. Lizzie stood aside and let Miranda in. Miranda entered and closed the door behind her.
Lizzie sat on the couch and Miranda sat next to her. Miranda waited for Lizzie to say something, but Lizzie didn't look like she was about to start a discussion.
"So, Gordo told us about your pregnancy. Congratulations, girl!" Miranda said, trying to lighten the mood.
Lizzie wiped her eyes with a tissue, "Thanks. I might have to handle this all by myself, but its good to know that at least one of my friends supports me."
Miranda put her arm around Lizzie's shoulder, "What are you talking about? Gordo supports you!"
Lizzie started crying again. "The thing is, Gordo was supposed to be the easiest person to tell. I mean, I was more scared of telling my parents than anyone because of the whole sex before marriage thing. But now, I don't know if I will ever tell my parents."
"Aww! I am so sorry," Miranda looked at Lizzie sympathetically, "But, honestly, I don't think Gordo is upset about this. It will just take time to get used to, that's all."
"This is supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life. Women are supposed to be glowing when they are pregnant. Do you see me glowing??"
"Lizzie, are you listening to me? I really think you should talk to Gordo about this before you get all bent out of shape about this. You are going to have to talk to him eventually, anyway."
Lizzie looked at her friend, "What am I going to say to him? I am so mad at him I could scream!"
"Then scream," Miranda said, simply.
Lizzie looked at Miranda weirdly, "What do you mean."
"It won't solve anything, but if it makes you feel better, scream."
"I will. . .at him."
"Okay. But Lizzie, you are going to talk to him about this."
"I don't think I have much of a choice."
"Well, when you talk to him, please talk to him with an open mind. It could take a while for this to sink in. I don't know how long you have known about this, but were you excited right away about this?"
Lizzie thought about this, "No, but that's not the point. The point is that Gordo basically flat out told be that he didn't want children."
Miranda crossed her arms, "Lizzie, that's not exactly true. Give Gordo a little credit. Gordo said that he didn't know whether or not he wanted children."
"I know, but still," Lizzie said and she blew her nose, "the fact that he has to think about it leaves reason for doubt in his mind."
"I still think you should talk this out with him. Not today, but soon. This way, you can both have a sense of what the other is feeling about the situation and take it from there. You want the baby, don't you?"
"Of course I do! I have dreamt about having children for a long time. Ever since I found out I was pregnant; I knew that this was my time. I don't feel like I am too young or anything. I feel ready. Knowing that Gordo isn't ready hurts my feelings, though."
"Good. You should tell him that when you talk to him."
Lizzie looked down, "I suppose. I just wish he had a little more optimism. I mean, I think I am ready, but I am scared, too. But, the more scared I become, the more excited I feel. This is a baby inside of me that was created by Gordo and me."
Miranda put her hand on Lizzie's shoulder, "This is another thing you should definitely tell Gordo."
Lizzie nodded her head, "I just don't know if I can ever forgive that jerk."
"Well, you are going to have you."
"Not anytime soon," Lizzie said.
"Well, do you think you are still going on that road trip tomorrow?"
Lizzie gasped, "Oh no! I forgot all about that!"
"Well, you better start thinking about it, because you have been planning that for a very long time."
"Well, I just won't go," Lizzie said, "We do not need to be spending over a week alone after all of this. I don't think I can handle that."
Miranda shook her head, "I think you are going to have to go."
"Why?" Lizzie asked, looking at her friend.
"For your own good. And Gordo's, for that matter," Miranda said.
"Are you crazy?" Lizzie asked.
"No, Liz. Hear me out. It won't solve anything if you are both here with us not talking to each other. This way, you will be forced to talk about everything, and I'll bet you anything you will make up along the way. The last thing you need is Ethan and me standing in your. You and Gordo need some time to yourselves."
Lizzie shook her head, "No, it's too soon."
Miranda shook her own head, "No, it really isn't. In fact, I think it is perfect."
"You really think so?"
"Lizzie, I know you too so well, that only good things will happen from this. In fact, I am not asking you to go, I am demanding you to go."
"But. . ."
Miranda stopped her, "If no one else, do it for me."
Lizzie took in a deep breath as she thought hard about this. As she exhaled, she nodded her head, "fine. But if I find that I can't stand it, I am calling you and you better come pick me up."
Miranda nodded her head, "Of course."
Miranda stood up.
"Where are you going?" Lizzie asked.
"I am going to tell Gordo to get his things together for your road trip. Unless you want to tell him yourself."
"NO! I am definitely not going to talk to him now. I might change my mind."
Miranda smiled, "Okay. Good night. I'll bring in some food for you in a few minutes for dinner."
Lizzie nodded her head. At least she wasn't crying anymore.
Miranda shut the door behind her and walked up to Gordo and Lizzie's room, where Gordo was.
Miranda knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Gordo called from the other side.
"It's me, Miranda," Miranda said, "Can I come in?"
"Sure. It's unlocked."
Miranda opened the door to find Gordo on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Well," Miranda said as she sat on the foot of the bed, "I talked to her."
Gordo sat up a little, to show interest, "What did she say?"
"Well," Miranda said, "You two have to talk to each other."
"She wants to talk to me?"
"Not right now," Miranda said, "But the trip is still on for tomorrow."
Gordo looked surprised by this comment, "Really?"
Miranda nodded her head, "Yeah," and Miranda started to stand up and headed for the door, "So, you better make sure your stuff is all together."
Miranda started to shut the door, but opened it back up, "I think this trip will be good for the both of you." Miranda shut the door.
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And so the journey begins! Haha! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and I will update as soon as possible.