I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Also, four day weekends rock. Also, I have an announcement to make: ottertheelephante and I are working on another story. Well, we have an idea and part of the first chapter, anyway. Anyway, it will be under my name this time because the last story was under her name and also, this was mainly MY idea, which is why I got to announce it. Anyway, it probably won't be published until we either have a) completed Love Letters or b) have written the first three or so chapters. Anyway, I won't say anything about the plot, as it will come up, as we are closer to completing Love Letters, but I will say this, and this is pretty much a given: it's L/G.

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Anyway, so the chapter is pitiful, but I need to move things along and there should be another update this weekend, so have patience.

Chapter 17

Gordo didn't know whether to feel relieved or heart broken at Lizzie's words. To the friend in him, it was almost as if he was shot to death, but considering what was happening to them, he felt a sense of relief. For the first time he could talk to her completely neutrally to her. It was almost as if someone was giving him a second chance to redeem himself and say the right thing. Obviously, she would eventually remember all the awful things he said, but maybe when she remembered, she would also consider the things he was planning on saying to her now.

Gordo had sculpted a plan in his head for Lizzie. In this plan, he was going to get Lizzie to fall in love with him again and do all he could to convince Lizzie that he was ready for a challenge and a change in his life. He wouldn't change himself really, but he would fine-tune some of the things he said. He didn't have this all thought out perfectly, but he knew what he had to do, and he was willing to do it.

He felt sorry for Lizzie. Here she was, suddenly more naïve than she was before and little did she know, she hated her boyfriend right now. Whatever he said could make every difference. He could make up her past completely, and she would not know any better, so she would believe it.

"You seem tense," Lizzie said, observing Gordo, "Is there something bothering you?"

Gordo looked at Lizzie and smiled a little and shook his head, "Nope. Everything is okay with me. The more important question is how are you?"

Lizzie looked down at her blankets, somewhat nervous, "I am fine. It feels kind of weird being here," she said, scrunching up her nose, "I mean, for as much as I remember, I feel like I am forgetting a lot more, you know? I mean, for example, I woke up and someone told me I was pregnant. I don't remember that and I don't remember why this happened."

Gordo nodded his head, happy to see that she was opening up to him. He sat down on the chair next to her bed, "Yeah, I can only imagine how weird it must feel."

"Yeah, and I got really panicked when the doctor told me my husband was here. Of all things to forget, I couldn't imagine forgetting a wedding, so it made me feel a lot better knowing that I wasn't married," Lizzie paused for a second, "although I can't imagine what my parents said when I told them I was having a baby out of wedlock."

Gordo half smiled, it was kind of cute watching her thing out loud about everything as she was trying to reach an understanding of who she was exactly, "Well, don't worry about your parents. They don't know yet."

Lizzie's eyes widened, "What? I mean, with the memories I have, I remember telling my parents everything."

Gordo couldn't help but laugh, remembering Lizzie telling Gordo there was a lot she didn't tell her parents. Of course, this was when they were in college and Lizzie admitted to Gordo that she was on birth control, so it was kind of ironic, "Well, you tell them a lot of things, but you don't tell them everything."

Lizzie nodded her head and then suddenly, her eyes widened as she looked at Gordo with a mixture of worry and shock, "They think I'm still a virgin, don't they?"

Gordo shook his head as he laughed even harder, "No, we live together, so I think we can assume that they know you have had sex."

Lizzie blushed and looked down at her hospital gown. Gordo could tell she was embarrassed and it reminded him of the old Lizzie. Lizzie finally looked up again and said, "So, tell me something about myself."

"Like what?" Gordo said.

"Like, what's my favorite color? What do I do? What am I like?" Lizzie said, with eagerness in her voice.

"Well, what do you remember?"

Lizzie sighed and smiled as she looked up at the ceiling, "Well, I remember my mom, my dad, my brother, my house, Miranda, and other random things, like the color of my bathroom tiles and my prom dress."

"You wouldn't happen to remember your prom date would you?" Gordo asked, seeing if he sparked any memory. He was her prom date both times.

Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know," she said, discouragingly, "I mean, I keep thinking if I think about things long enough, they will suddenly come to me, but it hasn't worked yet."

"Well," Gordo said, "Do you have any memories about certain stories in your life?"

Lizzie tilted her head and paused, "Yeah," she said, smiling, "Now that you mention it, I remember a few things. I remember walking up the steps in my blue gown at high school graduation and almost tripping."

Gordo smiled, "All right, that's a start. What else?"

Lizzie shrugged, "I really don't know. Then again, I've only been awake for an hour, and the doctor said the majority of my memory should be back in twenty-four hours. The rest of the stuff could take a few weeks, though."

Gordo gave a forced smiled. Twenty-four hours, huh? What if she remembered him by then. Oh God, he though, what if she remembered the fight?

"In the mean time, tell me more," she said.

"Like what do you want to know?"

"Well, tell me what you can."

"Well," Gordo thought, "Oh! Okay, your favorite color is pink, followed by baby blue. You teach kindergarten back at home."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Tell me something interesting or juicy. Are you responsible for my current state?"

Gordo looked at her, slowly starting to panic, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are the baby's father, right? I mean, I wasn't artificially inseminated or anything, was I?"

Phew, Gordo thought, "Oh, no. I'm the father."

"Cool," Lizzie smiled, looking into Gordo's eyes, "You know, I think I could get used to the idea of that."

Gordo nodded his head, "So can I." There, he said something positive. It was a step toward what he was aiming for.

Lizzie held her stomach, "And what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a director."

"Ahh," Lizzie said, nodding her head, "A regular Spielberg, are we?—Oh my God! E.T. That was the first movie I ever saw, wasn't it?"

Gordo nodded his head, "Yep, I thing it is."

Lizzie smiled, she seemed to be proud of herself for remembering something, "Okay, what else. Maybe I'll remember something else. How long have we been dating?"

"Since high school," Gordo said, "we were best friends before that."

"Wow," Lizzie said, "So we've known each other practically our whole life?"

Gordo nodded.

"How long have we lived together?"

"Since senior year in high school."

"How long is that?"

"Two years this September."

"Have we ever talked about marriage?"

Great, another complicated question. It was an innocent question, but it was so hard to answer, "We've talked a little bit about it."

"Do I want to get married?"

Gordo nodded, "Yeah, I think you do."

Lizzie looked up to him, and timidly asked, "What about you? Do you want to get married?"

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Look for chapter eighteen really soon. In the mean time, I'd appreciate it if you'd review and tell me what you think.