I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. In all honesty, I meant to have the second chapter ready by yesterday but I get easily distracted and well, I figured today is better than tomorrow or in some random month ahead and since I got six reviews for the opening, I think you guys deserve the actual story.
Oh, since this is a story focusing on Lizzie and Gordo, at some points, Miranda will be away in Mexico, like the beginning.
Chapter Two: Unpredicted Storm
Freshman Year, January
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"Ugh," Lizzie said, as she was playing with the buttons on her cell phone in the park on her way home from school. She was walking with her best friend, Gordo, and they were getting ready to go to his house to study for exams, which would be the next week. They were taking a break in the park because it was a nice day out and Lizzie decided it would be fun to just sit there for a few minutes and talk.
"What's wrong?" Gordo asked, looking at his best friend. He was lying in the grass with his head propped up.
"It's my stupid cell phone," she said, as she continued to play with her cell phone getting more and more frustrated as she played with it, "the battery ran out."
"Well, playing with it won't give it any power," Gordo said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own cell phone, "Here, use mine."
Lizzie looked at his cell phone and took it, "Thanks, Gordo," she said and she got up and walked away to make a call.
"You're welcome, Lizzie," he said, but she couldn't hear him. He watched her as she pulled her long blond hair out of her face as she put his cell phone to her ear. While he wondered who she was calling and who she was talking to, he didn't care because all he wanted to do was make her happy.
They were finally in high school. They hadn't fled the country since Rome, and it there was an understood silence after the fact that whatever happened in Rome. . .stayed in Rome. It didn't start that way, of course, but after a few short weeks of dating, Lizzie found it too stressful to have to date her best friend and wanted to take some time to figure things out. Of course, there were times Lizzie and Gordo acted like a couple. They might as well have been with the amount of time they spent together, but they hadn't officially crossed the boundary again and what happened in Rome did eventually end up staying in Rome.
The other best friend, Miranda Sanchez not only took the summer to stay in Mexico, but decided to stay the year. Lizzie and Gordo were bummed that the three amigos would not spend their first year in high school together, but at the same time they all agreed to talk to each other online, send postcards and on certain occasions, call each other. Lizzie was already starting to plan her spring break trip to New Mexico. She was going to come over Winter break, but it didn't work out in time.
Gordo was in his own train of thought by the time Lizzie was through. While he knew deep down that Lizzie was right about the whole friendship thing getting in the way of them dating, he wished there still was hope. Ultimately, though, he decided friendship was more important so he wouldn't pursue something that could potentially ruin their friendship.
"Thanks," Lizzie said, walking over and handing him back his phone. She didn't sit back down, but instead she sighed, "I just called my mom and she said we should probably get to your house. The weatherman on the TV said something about a storm coming soon."
Gordo looked up at the clouds and didn't see anything but shrugged, deciding not to argue it, "Okay," and with that he got up and together, he and Lizzie continued to walk to his house.
Once they reached Gordo's house, they did what they usually did: went straight to the kitchen scouting for junk food to take with them upstairs, "Do you think your mom would let us take ice cream upstairs?" Lizzie asked, holding the freezer open and looking at Gordo.
"I don't know. What flavor is it?" Gordo asked, joining her at the refrigerator.
"Strawberry," Lizzie said, starting to pick up the carton.
"Eww," Gordo said, making a face, "No, you can't take that to my room."
Lizzie rolled her eyes and put the carton on the counter, closed the freezer, and grabbed a bowl in a cabinet and a spoon from the drawer, "You are such a liar, Gordo," she said as she started to put some ice cream in the bowl.
"No I'm not," Gordo contested.
"Your mom doesn't care if I bring ice cream to your room."
"So?" Gordo said, "I do. Strawberry ice cream too healthy to have in my room. I am the one not allowing you to take it upstairs."
"But, Gordo," Lizzie said, getting in a whiney voice, "Strawberry ice cream is my favorite food."
"I don't care," Gordo said, trying not to crack a smile, "It's either me or the ice cream."
Lizzie turned her eyes to the ice cream and starred at it longingly as she crossed her arms, "I choose the ice cream."
"Great," Gordo said, heading upstairs with a package of Oreos, "I always felt like I had too many friends anyway.
As soon as Lizzie heard Gordo's door shut, Lizzie yelled, "Fine! I don't need you! I'll just be down here with my ice cream!"
Gordo laughed to himself at what he heard. Sometimes, Lizzie could really be a baby when she wanted to. Not that he minded, because Lizzie was definitely one of a kind. If he hardly knew her or they were just friends, he would have let her come up, even if it was strawberry ice cream. But, the fact that they had been best friends for life allowed him to have some fun with her at her expense. He figured it this way: the better friends you are with someone, the more of a right you have to be mean to them. Not that this was mean, but he could have been more polite.
After a few minutes of being in his room eating Oreos, he sat down at his computer. He knew that Lizzie would be up there at any minute now and he didn't want it to seem like he was waiting for her or anything. He logged on to his laptop and checked his e-mail. He didn't have anything new, so he opened up a document and started to type. He wasn't working on anything particular, as just knowing that Lizzie would come in any minute didn't make him want to try and concentrate.
After a few minutes, though, she did not come up to his room. At first, Gordo figured she was in the bathroom or something, but the minutes kept on passing away. Finally, after about twenty minutes had passed, he decided to go downstairs and see what was going on.
He went downstairs and went for the kitchen, but no one was there. He was started to get worried. Maybe he really did upset her and she headed home. . .but over strawberry ice cream? Lizzie was crazy, but she didn't seem like the type to get emotional over ice cream. Unless this was some special circumstance, "Lizzie?" he called.
"I'm in here," Lizzie said, and it sounded as if it was coming from the family living room. The tone in her voice sounded sort of upset, though, he thought as he headed for the living room. Once he got there, he saw that the TV was on and Lizzie was sitting in the chair that swirled.
"Lizzie," he said. She didn't turn around. "Lizzie? Are you okay?" He asked, but he didn't move from his position. He watched as the chair slowly turned around and once Lizzie was facing Gordo, she just sat there with a straight face. She crossed her arms and Gordo braced himself for what was coming next. She looked upset as she starred him down. Maybe she WAS the type of person to get emotional over ice cream after all. Gordo was starting to get worried just looking at her. He couldn't read her mind! He couldn't tell what she was thinking! All he knew was that the girl that sat before him looked angry.
"Are you mad at me?" Gordo said, trying to read her mind.
Lizzie said nothing. She continued to stare at him hard and then, finally, as if this were some dramatic scene in a movie, she stuck out her tongue, laughed and quickly spun the chair back to face the TV. She laughed as she watched the TV and knew that behind her stood a very worried friend. Well, at least he WAS worried. Right now, he wanted to strangle her for the thoughts she made him think. "I got you good, Gordo," she sang as she giggled to herself.
Gordo resorted and joined in because he had to admit, she was good. He went to join her on the chair next to her, "Yeah, you had me thinking you were mad at me or something."
Lizzie stopped laughing for a second, only to ask, "Why would I be mad at you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. You're a girl and girls get emotional sometimes. I thought you were mad at me for leaving you downstairs."
At this point, Lizzie was practically rolling on the floor laughing.
"Hey!" Gordo said, hitting her on the arm playfully, "It wasn't that funny."
Lizzie started nodding her head and tried to calm down as she pointed, but couldn't pull herself together, "You," she started, going into hysterics, "You should have seen the expression on your face! You looked like you just saw a ghost or something!"
"Well, I was worried about you," Gordo said, defensively.
"Over strawberry ice cream?" Lizzie said as she wiped her eyes and started to calm down, "Gordo, what would I do without you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. Harass Matt, maybe."
"Eh," Lizzie said, "But that's too boring. Besides, you were the one who went to your room!"
"Hey! I gave you a choice!"
"Fine!" Lizzie said, "We're even, okay?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, but somehow he had a feeling that this wasn't over.
"Besides, you put me in a tough position! How could you make me choose between you and ice cream? That's like choosing between candy and cake!"
"Gee, thanks!"
~~~
After that, Lizzie and Gordo finally went upstairs to study for exams and after studying for history and science for a few hours, they soon lost track of time. Before they knew it, they had lost track of time.
Lizzie left at around seven and went straight home. She was sort of surprised her mom never called her beforehand, but figured she forgot. Lizzie walked home and noticed that it was completely dry. It never rained that afternoon! It was beautiful!
She stepped into the door of her house and called, "I'm home!" as she walked into the kitchen. She expected to see her whole family there eating dinner or doing the dishes, but only Matt was there, sitting on the stool, starring into space, "Matt?" she said, waving her hand in front of his face, which caused him to stop and look at her. She had never seen Matt like this in her life. Something wasn't right, she thought, something wasn't right. "Where are mom and dad?" she asked.
Twelve year old Matt didn't know what to say. He pointed to the phone awkwardly and said in a very serious tone, "Dad just called. He's in jail."
At that very moment, Lizzie heard thunder. Now, it was raining.
Oh, since this is a story focusing on Lizzie and Gordo, at some points, Miranda will be away in Mexico, like the beginning.
Chapter Two: Unpredicted Storm
Freshman Year, January
~
"Ugh," Lizzie said, as she was playing with the buttons on her cell phone in the park on her way home from school. She was walking with her best friend, Gordo, and they were getting ready to go to his house to study for exams, which would be the next week. They were taking a break in the park because it was a nice day out and Lizzie decided it would be fun to just sit there for a few minutes and talk.
"What's wrong?" Gordo asked, looking at his best friend. He was lying in the grass with his head propped up.
"It's my stupid cell phone," she said, as she continued to play with her cell phone getting more and more frustrated as she played with it, "the battery ran out."
"Well, playing with it won't give it any power," Gordo said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own cell phone, "Here, use mine."
Lizzie looked at his cell phone and took it, "Thanks, Gordo," she said and she got up and walked away to make a call.
"You're welcome, Lizzie," he said, but she couldn't hear him. He watched her as she pulled her long blond hair out of her face as she put his cell phone to her ear. While he wondered who she was calling and who she was talking to, he didn't care because all he wanted to do was make her happy.
They were finally in high school. They hadn't fled the country since Rome, and it there was an understood silence after the fact that whatever happened in Rome. . .stayed in Rome. It didn't start that way, of course, but after a few short weeks of dating, Lizzie found it too stressful to have to date her best friend and wanted to take some time to figure things out. Of course, there were times Lizzie and Gordo acted like a couple. They might as well have been with the amount of time they spent together, but they hadn't officially crossed the boundary again and what happened in Rome did eventually end up staying in Rome.
The other best friend, Miranda Sanchez not only took the summer to stay in Mexico, but decided to stay the year. Lizzie and Gordo were bummed that the three amigos would not spend their first year in high school together, but at the same time they all agreed to talk to each other online, send postcards and on certain occasions, call each other. Lizzie was already starting to plan her spring break trip to New Mexico. She was going to come over Winter break, but it didn't work out in time.
Gordo was in his own train of thought by the time Lizzie was through. While he knew deep down that Lizzie was right about the whole friendship thing getting in the way of them dating, he wished there still was hope. Ultimately, though, he decided friendship was more important so he wouldn't pursue something that could potentially ruin their friendship.
"Thanks," Lizzie said, walking over and handing him back his phone. She didn't sit back down, but instead she sighed, "I just called my mom and she said we should probably get to your house. The weatherman on the TV said something about a storm coming soon."
Gordo looked up at the clouds and didn't see anything but shrugged, deciding not to argue it, "Okay," and with that he got up and together, he and Lizzie continued to walk to his house.
Once they reached Gordo's house, they did what they usually did: went straight to the kitchen scouting for junk food to take with them upstairs, "Do you think your mom would let us take ice cream upstairs?" Lizzie asked, holding the freezer open and looking at Gordo.
"I don't know. What flavor is it?" Gordo asked, joining her at the refrigerator.
"Strawberry," Lizzie said, starting to pick up the carton.
"Eww," Gordo said, making a face, "No, you can't take that to my room."
Lizzie rolled her eyes and put the carton on the counter, closed the freezer, and grabbed a bowl in a cabinet and a spoon from the drawer, "You are such a liar, Gordo," she said as she started to put some ice cream in the bowl.
"No I'm not," Gordo contested.
"Your mom doesn't care if I bring ice cream to your room."
"So?" Gordo said, "I do. Strawberry ice cream too healthy to have in my room. I am the one not allowing you to take it upstairs."
"But, Gordo," Lizzie said, getting in a whiney voice, "Strawberry ice cream is my favorite food."
"I don't care," Gordo said, trying not to crack a smile, "It's either me or the ice cream."
Lizzie turned her eyes to the ice cream and starred at it longingly as she crossed her arms, "I choose the ice cream."
"Great," Gordo said, heading upstairs with a package of Oreos, "I always felt like I had too many friends anyway.
As soon as Lizzie heard Gordo's door shut, Lizzie yelled, "Fine! I don't need you! I'll just be down here with my ice cream!"
Gordo laughed to himself at what he heard. Sometimes, Lizzie could really be a baby when she wanted to. Not that he minded, because Lizzie was definitely one of a kind. If he hardly knew her or they were just friends, he would have let her come up, even if it was strawberry ice cream. But, the fact that they had been best friends for life allowed him to have some fun with her at her expense. He figured it this way: the better friends you are with someone, the more of a right you have to be mean to them. Not that this was mean, but he could have been more polite.
After a few minutes of being in his room eating Oreos, he sat down at his computer. He knew that Lizzie would be up there at any minute now and he didn't want it to seem like he was waiting for her or anything. He logged on to his laptop and checked his e-mail. He didn't have anything new, so he opened up a document and started to type. He wasn't working on anything particular, as just knowing that Lizzie would come in any minute didn't make him want to try and concentrate.
After a few minutes, though, she did not come up to his room. At first, Gordo figured she was in the bathroom or something, but the minutes kept on passing away. Finally, after about twenty minutes had passed, he decided to go downstairs and see what was going on.
He went downstairs and went for the kitchen, but no one was there. He was started to get worried. Maybe he really did upset her and she headed home. . .but over strawberry ice cream? Lizzie was crazy, but she didn't seem like the type to get emotional over ice cream. Unless this was some special circumstance, "Lizzie?" he called.
"I'm in here," Lizzie said, and it sounded as if it was coming from the family living room. The tone in her voice sounded sort of upset, though, he thought as he headed for the living room. Once he got there, he saw that the TV was on and Lizzie was sitting in the chair that swirled.
"Lizzie," he said. She didn't turn around. "Lizzie? Are you okay?" He asked, but he didn't move from his position. He watched as the chair slowly turned around and once Lizzie was facing Gordo, she just sat there with a straight face. She crossed her arms and Gordo braced himself for what was coming next. She looked upset as she starred him down. Maybe she WAS the type of person to get emotional over ice cream after all. Gordo was starting to get worried just looking at her. He couldn't read her mind! He couldn't tell what she was thinking! All he knew was that the girl that sat before him looked angry.
"Are you mad at me?" Gordo said, trying to read her mind.
Lizzie said nothing. She continued to stare at him hard and then, finally, as if this were some dramatic scene in a movie, she stuck out her tongue, laughed and quickly spun the chair back to face the TV. She laughed as she watched the TV and knew that behind her stood a very worried friend. Well, at least he WAS worried. Right now, he wanted to strangle her for the thoughts she made him think. "I got you good, Gordo," she sang as she giggled to herself.
Gordo resorted and joined in because he had to admit, she was good. He went to join her on the chair next to her, "Yeah, you had me thinking you were mad at me or something."
Lizzie stopped laughing for a second, only to ask, "Why would I be mad at you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. You're a girl and girls get emotional sometimes. I thought you were mad at me for leaving you downstairs."
At this point, Lizzie was practically rolling on the floor laughing.
"Hey!" Gordo said, hitting her on the arm playfully, "It wasn't that funny."
Lizzie started nodding her head and tried to calm down as she pointed, but couldn't pull herself together, "You," she started, going into hysterics, "You should have seen the expression on your face! You looked like you just saw a ghost or something!"
"Well, I was worried about you," Gordo said, defensively.
"Over strawberry ice cream?" Lizzie said as she wiped her eyes and started to calm down, "Gordo, what would I do without you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. Harass Matt, maybe."
"Eh," Lizzie said, "But that's too boring. Besides, you were the one who went to your room!"
"Hey! I gave you a choice!"
"Fine!" Lizzie said, "We're even, okay?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, but somehow he had a feeling that this wasn't over.
"Besides, you put me in a tough position! How could you make me choose between you and ice cream? That's like choosing between candy and cake!"
"Gee, thanks!"
~~~
After that, Lizzie and Gordo finally went upstairs to study for exams and after studying for history and science for a few hours, they soon lost track of time. Before they knew it, they had lost track of time.
Lizzie left at around seven and went straight home. She was sort of surprised her mom never called her beforehand, but figured she forgot. Lizzie walked home and noticed that it was completely dry. It never rained that afternoon! It was beautiful!
She stepped into the door of her house and called, "I'm home!" as she walked into the kitchen. She expected to see her whole family there eating dinner or doing the dishes, but only Matt was there, sitting on the stool, starring into space, "Matt?" she said, waving her hand in front of his face, which caused him to stop and look at her. She had never seen Matt like this in her life. Something wasn't right, she thought, something wasn't right. "Where are mom and dad?" she asked.
Twelve year old Matt didn't know what to say. He pointed to the phone awkwardly and said in a very serious tone, "Dad just called. He's in jail."
At that very moment, Lizzie heard thunder. Now, it was raining.