Disclaimer: I do not own "Lizzie McGuire" or the song "Ultimate" by Lindsay
Lohan.
Chapter Four: Ultimate
"Okay, everyone on the bus! C'mon people, we've got seven hours to do this thing! First stop: the Coliseum!"
Ms. Ungermeyer counted the kids as they got on the tour bus. Lizzie and Gordo stood at the end of the line behind Kate and Ethan.
"So what are your parents doing today?" Gordo asked.
"Um, just some sight-seeing I think," Lizzie answered as the line progressed forward. "I wouldn't be surprised if they followed me, though, after that whole Paolo escapade."
Kate and Ethan got on the bus. Before Lizzie and Gordo could follow, Ms. Ungermeyer stopped them by stretching her American flag over the door and blowing her whistle in their ears. They shook their heads in pain.
"I hope you know that I'm keeping a special eye on you two freedom fighters today," she said, giving them a harsh look. "I'll make it my personal business that you don't run into any popstars." She bopped Gordo on the head. "Fifteen!" She did the same to Lizzie. "Sixteen!"
The two exchanged a look before Gordo was allowed on the bus. But Ms. Ungermeyer blockaded Lizzie.
"You know, McGuire," she said, inching towards her victim, "since the whole globe saw you on T.V. last night and one of these crazy people on the street might recognize you, I hired some extra help." She pointed to a black convertible parked behind the bus. A recognizable bald, Slavic man sat behind the wheel. It was Sergei, and he smiled at Lizzie.
Ms. Ungermeyer raised her flag and let Lizzie pass. "All right!" she shouted, getting on the bus. "Everyone pipe down! This is your last day of ancient cultural experience so make it count!" She took her seat beside the driver and Lizzie went to sit next to Gordo.
"Hello again," said Gordo with a smile.
Lizzie laughed. "Hi."
The bus started moving forward through the streets of Rome. The two best friends carried on a conversation about Italian hacky-sack, which caused Gordo to make comments that caused Lizzie to laugh.
'He always is able to crack me up,' Lizzie thought. 'And he's so sweet to me.'
~You're the kind of friend who always bends when I'm broken like remember when you took my heart and put it back together again~
Kate Sanders and Ethan Craft sat behind them. Kate watched the chemistry flow between them, non-ceasing even for a spilt second.
"Look at them, Ethan," she whispered. "They're so perfect for each other and they don't even know it."
"Yo, look at that!" Ethan shouted.
"What?" asked Kate, quickly pulling out her video camera.
"Our bus driver's famous! He's the dude on the credit card!"
Kate usually would have slapped his head or something right then but instead, she did the unthinkable. . . she laughed.
~I've been wasting time on clueless guys but now it's over. Let me tell you why I'm through. I've found someone new whose just like you~
The bus soon stopped in front of the infamous Coliseum. The last time Lizzie got out here, she was posing as a famous Italian pop singer. Now she was just plain old Lizzie McGuire, on a trip with her school.
"All right!" Ms. Ungermeyer shouted. "Everyone off the bus! C'mon people! Let's get a move on!"
Once all the students were off the bus, Ms. Ungermeyer led them into the historic landmark, spewing out some facts. Lizzie turned around every once in awhile to make sure Sergei was there. Sure enough, he was always about ten feet behind.
The group turned a corner into a small dark room with a narrow door at the end. "Now where we're about to go is very famous," Ms. Ungermeyer announced. "We're visiting the quarters where prisoners were kept before and after being killed out in the open arena. Now be cautious. Cats are prone to this area due to the smell of blood that still hangs in the air."
"Oh my gosh!" Lizzie squealed silently. "She cannot be serious!"
"Don't worry," Gordo said as the group made its way into through the door. "Spray some expensive Italian perfume and you'll be fine."
Once again, he was successful at making Lizzie laugh.
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
The prison quarter was dark and smelly. It was a long hallway with very small cells lining the walls. Tourists took pictures inside them as if they were prisoners. One little girl was in the middle of a Kodak moment when she hopped up from the cell and rushed towards Lizzie.
"Look mum!" she shouted with a British accent. "It's her! It's Lizzie McGuire!" She pulled on Lizzie's arm. "Take a picture! Take a picture!"
Lizzie was in shock. She took a Polaroid with the little girl and turned to catch up with her group.
"Wait!" the girl shouted. She took the not fully developed photo and a black marker and handed them to Lizzie. "Can I *please* have your autograph? Can you make it out to Meg?"
Lizzie looked over at Gordo, who stood waiting for her. He just shrugged.
"Um, okay," she said, taking the items from the girl. She wrote as best she could in the dark: 'To Meg, reach for the stars and follow your dreams! All my love, Lizzie McGuire.'
"Thank you, ma'am," Meg said happily. "Thank you so much!"
Lizzie flashed one more smile at the girl and turned to look at Gordo. "You know, that would have been a lot more fun if it didn't smell like dead people in here."
Gordo laughed and said, "C'mon. Our group's probably at the gift shop already." He took her hand and they raced down the hall.
~You're the kind of guy whose hand in mine sends shivers up and down my spine. I wanna do to you what you have done to me~
When Lizzie and Gordo finally caught up with their school, they were outside, climbing the "bleachers" where a Roman audience once sat.
"Wanna picture?" Gordo asked Lizzie, pulling out a disposable camera.
"I'm sure the press got enough of me here last night," Lizzie said, "but why not?" She stood on one of the steps and stretched out her arms. "How do I look?"
Gordo looked through the camera and smiled. "Beautiful," he answered.
~You're the kind of guy that blows my mind, but now it's my turn. It's been right in front of me. Everything I need why didn't I see~
"Wait Gordo!" Lizzie suddenly shouted. "You have to be in the picture too! Give Kate the camera!"
"Yea, let me do it," said Kate, spinning around to face them.
"Okay," said Gordo, standing next to Lizzie. He smiled for the camera.
"Put your arm around me," Lizzie whispered to him. When he didn't, she added, "I don't bite. I'm not Ms. Ungermeyer."
Gordo stole a glance at Kate. She made face at him as if to say, 'Told ya so.'
"Okay," said Gordo, slowly slipping his arm around her waist.
Kate got ready for the picture. "Say pasta!"
"Pasta!" the two shouted.
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
Once outside the Coliseum, Ms. Ungermeyer gave the kids three minutes to take pictures. Lizzie was just standing around when she noticed a newsstand not too far away. A newspaper on the rack caught her attention. She ran over to it.
"Holy. . ."
Gordo saw Lizzie reading a newspaper a few feet away. He walked over to her.
"What's that?" he asked.
Lizzie looked up at him in disbelief. "Look at this." She held up the paper. A picture of her and Gordo sneeking out the front door of the hotel the night before was plastered across the front page. A picture of Lizzie holding Gordo's face was right below it.
The headline read: ISABELLA AMERICANO NELL'AMORE!
Gordo couldn't even manage words. He grabbed the paper out of Lizzie's hands and brought it back to the tour bus where the driver sat asleep in his seat.
"Scusi!" Gordo shouted, knocking on his helmet through the open window. "Excuse me sir! Scusi!"
The driver opened his eyes and looked at Gordo. "Si. What do you want?" he said sleepily with an Italian accent.
He showed him the paper. "Can you translate the title of this for me?" He didn't even have to ask him to translate the whole article. He could just *guess* what it said.
"Si," said the driver. "It says 'American Isabella in Love.'"
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
Hey! You like? R & R!
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
Chapter Four: Ultimate
"Okay, everyone on the bus! C'mon people, we've got seven hours to do this thing! First stop: the Coliseum!"
Ms. Ungermeyer counted the kids as they got on the tour bus. Lizzie and Gordo stood at the end of the line behind Kate and Ethan.
"So what are your parents doing today?" Gordo asked.
"Um, just some sight-seeing I think," Lizzie answered as the line progressed forward. "I wouldn't be surprised if they followed me, though, after that whole Paolo escapade."
Kate and Ethan got on the bus. Before Lizzie and Gordo could follow, Ms. Ungermeyer stopped them by stretching her American flag over the door and blowing her whistle in their ears. They shook their heads in pain.
"I hope you know that I'm keeping a special eye on you two freedom fighters today," she said, giving them a harsh look. "I'll make it my personal business that you don't run into any popstars." She bopped Gordo on the head. "Fifteen!" She did the same to Lizzie. "Sixteen!"
The two exchanged a look before Gordo was allowed on the bus. But Ms. Ungermeyer blockaded Lizzie.
"You know, McGuire," she said, inching towards her victim, "since the whole globe saw you on T.V. last night and one of these crazy people on the street might recognize you, I hired some extra help." She pointed to a black convertible parked behind the bus. A recognizable bald, Slavic man sat behind the wheel. It was Sergei, and he smiled at Lizzie.
Ms. Ungermeyer raised her flag and let Lizzie pass. "All right!" she shouted, getting on the bus. "Everyone pipe down! This is your last day of ancient cultural experience so make it count!" She took her seat beside the driver and Lizzie went to sit next to Gordo.
"Hello again," said Gordo with a smile.
Lizzie laughed. "Hi."
The bus started moving forward through the streets of Rome. The two best friends carried on a conversation about Italian hacky-sack, which caused Gordo to make comments that caused Lizzie to laugh.
'He always is able to crack me up,' Lizzie thought. 'And he's so sweet to me.'
~You're the kind of friend who always bends when I'm broken like remember when you took my heart and put it back together again~
Kate Sanders and Ethan Craft sat behind them. Kate watched the chemistry flow between them, non-ceasing even for a spilt second.
"Look at them, Ethan," she whispered. "They're so perfect for each other and they don't even know it."
"Yo, look at that!" Ethan shouted.
"What?" asked Kate, quickly pulling out her video camera.
"Our bus driver's famous! He's the dude on the credit card!"
Kate usually would have slapped his head or something right then but instead, she did the unthinkable. . . she laughed.
~I've been wasting time on clueless guys but now it's over. Let me tell you why I'm through. I've found someone new whose just like you~
The bus soon stopped in front of the infamous Coliseum. The last time Lizzie got out here, she was posing as a famous Italian pop singer. Now she was just plain old Lizzie McGuire, on a trip with her school.
"All right!" Ms. Ungermeyer shouted. "Everyone off the bus! C'mon people! Let's get a move on!"
Once all the students were off the bus, Ms. Ungermeyer led them into the historic landmark, spewing out some facts. Lizzie turned around every once in awhile to make sure Sergei was there. Sure enough, he was always about ten feet behind.
The group turned a corner into a small dark room with a narrow door at the end. "Now where we're about to go is very famous," Ms. Ungermeyer announced. "We're visiting the quarters where prisoners were kept before and after being killed out in the open arena. Now be cautious. Cats are prone to this area due to the smell of blood that still hangs in the air."
"Oh my gosh!" Lizzie squealed silently. "She cannot be serious!"
"Don't worry," Gordo said as the group made its way into through the door. "Spray some expensive Italian perfume and you'll be fine."
Once again, he was successful at making Lizzie laugh.
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
The prison quarter was dark and smelly. It was a long hallway with very small cells lining the walls. Tourists took pictures inside them as if they were prisoners. One little girl was in the middle of a Kodak moment when she hopped up from the cell and rushed towards Lizzie.
"Look mum!" she shouted with a British accent. "It's her! It's Lizzie McGuire!" She pulled on Lizzie's arm. "Take a picture! Take a picture!"
Lizzie was in shock. She took a Polaroid with the little girl and turned to catch up with her group.
"Wait!" the girl shouted. She took the not fully developed photo and a black marker and handed them to Lizzie. "Can I *please* have your autograph? Can you make it out to Meg?"
Lizzie looked over at Gordo, who stood waiting for her. He just shrugged.
"Um, okay," she said, taking the items from the girl. She wrote as best she could in the dark: 'To Meg, reach for the stars and follow your dreams! All my love, Lizzie McGuire.'
"Thank you, ma'am," Meg said happily. "Thank you so much!"
Lizzie flashed one more smile at the girl and turned to look at Gordo. "You know, that would have been a lot more fun if it didn't smell like dead people in here."
Gordo laughed and said, "C'mon. Our group's probably at the gift shop already." He took her hand and they raced down the hall.
~You're the kind of guy whose hand in mine sends shivers up and down my spine. I wanna do to you what you have done to me~
When Lizzie and Gordo finally caught up with their school, they were outside, climbing the "bleachers" where a Roman audience once sat.
"Wanna picture?" Gordo asked Lizzie, pulling out a disposable camera.
"I'm sure the press got enough of me here last night," Lizzie said, "but why not?" She stood on one of the steps and stretched out her arms. "How do I look?"
Gordo looked through the camera and smiled. "Beautiful," he answered.
~You're the kind of guy that blows my mind, but now it's my turn. It's been right in front of me. Everything I need why didn't I see~
"Wait Gordo!" Lizzie suddenly shouted. "You have to be in the picture too! Give Kate the camera!"
"Yea, let me do it," said Kate, spinning around to face them.
"Okay," said Gordo, standing next to Lizzie. He smiled for the camera.
"Put your arm around me," Lizzie whispered to him. When he didn't, she added, "I don't bite. I'm not Ms. Ungermeyer."
Gordo stole a glance at Kate. She made face at him as if to say, 'Told ya so.'
"Okay," said Gordo, slowly slipping his arm around her waist.
Kate got ready for the picture. "Say pasta!"
"Pasta!" the two shouted.
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
Once outside the Coliseum, Ms. Ungermeyer gave the kids three minutes to take pictures. Lizzie was just standing around when she noticed a newsstand not too far away. A newspaper on the rack caught her attention. She ran over to it.
"Holy. . ."
Gordo saw Lizzie reading a newspaper a few feet away. He walked over to her.
"What's that?" he asked.
Lizzie looked up at him in disbelief. "Look at this." She held up the paper. A picture of her and Gordo sneeking out the front door of the hotel the night before was plastered across the front page. A picture of Lizzie holding Gordo's face was right below it.
The headline read: ISABELLA AMERICANO NELL'AMORE!
Gordo couldn't even manage words. He grabbed the paper out of Lizzie's hands and brought it back to the tour bus where the driver sat asleep in his seat.
"Scusi!" Gordo shouted, knocking on his helmet through the open window. "Excuse me sir! Scusi!"
The driver opened his eyes and looked at Gordo. "Si. What do you want?" he said sleepily with an Italian accent.
He showed him the paper. "Can you translate the title of this for me?" He didn't even have to ask him to translate the whole article. He could just *guess* what it said.
"Si," said the driver. "It says 'American Isabella in Love.'"
~You're it. You're the ultimate. It's automatic; I'm sure of it. No lie. So don't even try to tell me that you're not the guy cuz I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it. You're the ultimate. . . you~
Hey! You like? R & R!
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe