A/N: I do not own "Lizzie McGuire" (I THINK I'VE MADE THAT CLEAR) or the
song "You and I Both" by Jason Mraz (this song is PERFECT)
Chapter Seven: You and I Both
Gordo was still sleeping when his telephone rang. He didn't really hear it. He was still dreaming. He wasn't dreaming of Lizzie, the first in a long time. He was swimming in an ocean of curly fries and Tyra Banks was serving him shrimp toast. But the phone rings were getting clearer, and he was soon awake, reaching over for his phone on his bedside table and falling out of bed.
"Ow," he said. "Hello?"
"Hey Gordo!" Lizzie shouted on the other end. "Whatcha doing today?" she seemed rather upbeat.
"I was planning on sleeping," he mumbled in am irritable voice as he rubbed the bump on his head.
"Well, you have a change of plans," she squeaked. She was rummaging through her closet on the other end.
"Of course I do," he said in his realistic-Gordo tone where his eyes get wide. "Why should I get to sleep just a few hours after an international flight?"
"Exactly," said Lizzie, holding a pair of ripped jeans up to her and checking the look in mirror.
Gordo sighed. "What do you want to do? I know you're already shifted through your Carrie Bradshaw closet."
Lizzie slipped the jeans on and began looking for a shirt. "Well, I thought we might go to the Digital Bean and then Noise Candy. How bout it? I'll buy you curly fries. . ."
Gordo laughed to himself. "Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "I've got nothing better to do anyway.
"Exactly," said Lizzie, slipping on a hot pink halter that said SAGITTARIUS on it in rhinestones (A/N: I don't know her sign, so just work with me).
Gordo let her voice melt in his mind like cotton candy.
~Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? Oh things are gonna happen naturally~
A half hour later, Gordo was waiting at the Digital Bean for Lizzie. He was surprised she wasn't there yet. He wanted to see her. He wanted to talk to her. He needed someone. It wasn't like he didn't just see her a few hours ago, but he wanted to be hanging out with her, like old times, before she was a pop star and never fell for that a-hole (A/N: I normally would say the word but in this case I'll be clean, lol) Paolo, before she EVER kissed him. . .
"Hey!" the girl behind the counter shouted. "You're that guy! The pop princess player!"
Gordo looked behind him. There was no one there. He looked back at the girl. "Are you talking to me?"
The girl looked surprised. "Yes, you!" She held a copy of In With Us magazine. "You're David Gordon!"
Gordo didn't trust this magazine anymore than he could through it. He remembered the Italian newspaper fiasco.
"Lemme see that," he said, snatching the paper.
On the cover was – you guessed it – the same picture of Lizzie and Gordo sneaking out of the hotel and picture of Gordo and Isabella slipping away from her entourage at the airport. He didn't need a translation this time; the cover clearly stated:
COUNTERPARTS, CURTAIN CALLS, AND A CASANOVA: How the IMVAs turned into one of the biggest stories of the year for an L.A. girl and an identical Italian popstar. PLUS: The shy guy wooing them both.
"Oh, my lava lamp. . ."
Suddenly, Lizzie walked in and sat down next to him. "Hey," she said, still upbeat. "Sorry I was late but I had to –" She was distracted by the magazine in Gordo's hands.
"Omigosh!" the girl screamed. "You're Lizzie McGuire!" You're Lizzie McGuire!"
Lizzie was suddenly barraged by a mob of people, shouting, "Lizzie! Lizzie!" It was overwhelming. She thought when she got home it wouldn't be so crazy; how many Americans watched the IMVAs? But these kids were literally attacking her.
"Lizzie!" Gordo called, pulling her out of the mob. It was no use. They continued to crowd her anyway.
The manager of the Digital Bean and Lizzie's old boss pushed her way through the kids. "Excuse me!" she shouted in her Dragon-boss voice. "Please, go back to your seats! Ms. McGuire is on a date!" She smiled sincerely at her former employee as the crowds departed. "I'm very sorry for that, miss."
Lizzie was shocked. "Um, th-thanks," she managed. Had she just said that she was on a date?
Gordo looked equally as shocked. But when the manager walked away, he opened up the magazine and wildly searched for the article.
"Okay, that was weird," said Lizzie.
"Yea," said her "date" in a faraway voice.
"Gordo?" she said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you still with us?"
"Yea," he repeated in the same tone.
Annoyed, she grabbed the magazine out of his hands. "Let me read this."
Lizzie read the article. It talked about how Paolo was a fraud and that he had tricked Lizzie into posing as Isabella to destroy her career. It gave Lizzie's life story and everything.
"Wow," she said. "That's pretty cool."
"Cool?" Gordo exclaimed. "It called me a Casanova!"
"Well, look at it this way," she said optimisticly, "everyone will want to be your girlfriend."
Gordo was suddenly uncomfortable with that statement. So did Lizzie.
~And taking your advice, I'm looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing but often times those words get tangled up in lines and the bright lights turn to night until the dawn it brings a little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me~
"So," said Lizzie finally, "what do you want to eat?"
Gordo looked down. "I'm not hungry."
"Me neither."
The door of the Digital Bean opened, letting a breeze in. It lifted a lock of Lizzie's yellow hair from her face. Gordo had a little trouble breathing.
He cleared his throat. "So, you wanna go to Noise Candy?"
Lizzie popped some gum in her mouth. "Yup," she said. She stood up and grabbed her purse. "Let's go."
Gordo followed her out the door, stomach churning like a washing machine.
~Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of. . . what you and I spoke of. . . others only dream of the love that I love~
At Noise Candy, there were mostly heavy metal junkies and video game geeks, so Lizzie went unrecognized. That was a relief, because Lizzie didn't know if she liked that. Would she always be recognized? That would be the most annoying thing. She wasn't even famous – that much.
Gordo was by the cash register, looking at a CD. "Lizzie!" he called. "Look at this!"
Lizzie joined him. "What?"
He showed her the CD. It was the IMVA CD, which was released every year with the songs that were performed. "What Dreams Are Made Of" was track one.
"That's cool," she said. "I think I'll buy it." She gave it to the guy behind the counter and reached into her purse.
"Allow me," said Gordo, handing the guy a twenty.
"Awww, thanks, Gordo."
~See I'm all about those words over numbers, unencumbered numbered words. Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards, more words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive~
When they left Noise Candy, Gordo said that he had to go to his cousin's bar mitzvah.
"You're going to meet me at Miranda's house tomorrow for her homecoming, right?" Lizzie asked him.
"Of course," he answered. He turned and headed back towards his house.
Lizzie opened her mouth to keep him from leaving so soon but nothing came out. Gordo wanted to stop walking but his feet automatically turned down the street.
~Now you and I, you and I, not so little you and I anymore and with this silence brings a moral story, more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy~
When Lizzie got home, she felt drained and confused. What was with Gordo? I mean, she figured he liked her, and she was pretty sure she liked him, but why was this affecting their friendship? Neither had confessed. Was it the kiss? It had to be. She knew she shouldn't have done it. She had made the biggest mistake of all. She had kissed he best friend.
But she had liked it.
~You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now. . . well I'm already finally out of~
Back at his house, Gordo played hackysack in room, trying desperately to keep his mind off of Lizzie. It didn't work so well. When he thought of Frank Sinatra, he thought of dancing with Lizzie at the Rat Pack dance. When he thought of Dwarflord, he thought of taking her money to buy trading cards. When he thought of Miranda's eating disorder, he thought of Lizzie dancing around in his music video. Everything led him back to her. Even things that didn't have to do with her. NASA: the golden glow of the rocket fuel that matched her hair color. The ozone layer: a big hole like one of her hoop earrings. A chocolate bar: sweet, just like everything about her.
But why had he acted like such a loser? He probably chased her away today. But then he remembered the promise at the Hotel Cambini. They would have a great summer.
He collapsed on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
He hoped they would have a great summer.
~And it's okay if you have to go away. . . just remember the telephone works both ways and if I never hear it ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's okay cause I'll remember everything you say~
Gordo sat there, wishing Lizzie would call in her upbeat mood, because this time we would be nice to her and he'd make her laugh and everything would be okay.
~You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now. . . well, I'm already out of words~
Gordo almost picked up his phone and called Lizzie, but he then realized that he had nothing to say to her.
For once in his life, he had nothing to say to Lizzie McGuire that could make her feel better.
Hey everybody! I was just talking to my friends and we all used to be HUGE Spice Girls fans (who wasn't?) and we were acting goofy and we agreed that going to one of their concerts would be fun. LOL. Sorry, I just had to write that.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
Chapter Seven: You and I Both
Gordo was still sleeping when his telephone rang. He didn't really hear it. He was still dreaming. He wasn't dreaming of Lizzie, the first in a long time. He was swimming in an ocean of curly fries and Tyra Banks was serving him shrimp toast. But the phone rings were getting clearer, and he was soon awake, reaching over for his phone on his bedside table and falling out of bed.
"Ow," he said. "Hello?"
"Hey Gordo!" Lizzie shouted on the other end. "Whatcha doing today?" she seemed rather upbeat.
"I was planning on sleeping," he mumbled in am irritable voice as he rubbed the bump on his head.
"Well, you have a change of plans," she squeaked. She was rummaging through her closet on the other end.
"Of course I do," he said in his realistic-Gordo tone where his eyes get wide. "Why should I get to sleep just a few hours after an international flight?"
"Exactly," said Lizzie, holding a pair of ripped jeans up to her and checking the look in mirror.
Gordo sighed. "What do you want to do? I know you're already shifted through your Carrie Bradshaw closet."
Lizzie slipped the jeans on and began looking for a shirt. "Well, I thought we might go to the Digital Bean and then Noise Candy. How bout it? I'll buy you curly fries. . ."
Gordo laughed to himself. "Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "I've got nothing better to do anyway.
"Exactly," said Lizzie, slipping on a hot pink halter that said SAGITTARIUS on it in rhinestones (A/N: I don't know her sign, so just work with me).
Gordo let her voice melt in his mind like cotton candy.
~Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? Oh things are gonna happen naturally~
A half hour later, Gordo was waiting at the Digital Bean for Lizzie. He was surprised she wasn't there yet. He wanted to see her. He wanted to talk to her. He needed someone. It wasn't like he didn't just see her a few hours ago, but he wanted to be hanging out with her, like old times, before she was a pop star and never fell for that a-hole (A/N: I normally would say the word but in this case I'll be clean, lol) Paolo, before she EVER kissed him. . .
"Hey!" the girl behind the counter shouted. "You're that guy! The pop princess player!"
Gordo looked behind him. There was no one there. He looked back at the girl. "Are you talking to me?"
The girl looked surprised. "Yes, you!" She held a copy of In With Us magazine. "You're David Gordon!"
Gordo didn't trust this magazine anymore than he could through it. He remembered the Italian newspaper fiasco.
"Lemme see that," he said, snatching the paper.
On the cover was – you guessed it – the same picture of Lizzie and Gordo sneaking out of the hotel and picture of Gordo and Isabella slipping away from her entourage at the airport. He didn't need a translation this time; the cover clearly stated:
COUNTERPARTS, CURTAIN CALLS, AND A CASANOVA: How the IMVAs turned into one of the biggest stories of the year for an L.A. girl and an identical Italian popstar. PLUS: The shy guy wooing them both.
"Oh, my lava lamp. . ."
Suddenly, Lizzie walked in and sat down next to him. "Hey," she said, still upbeat. "Sorry I was late but I had to –" She was distracted by the magazine in Gordo's hands.
"Omigosh!" the girl screamed. "You're Lizzie McGuire!" You're Lizzie McGuire!"
Lizzie was suddenly barraged by a mob of people, shouting, "Lizzie! Lizzie!" It was overwhelming. She thought when she got home it wouldn't be so crazy; how many Americans watched the IMVAs? But these kids were literally attacking her.
"Lizzie!" Gordo called, pulling her out of the mob. It was no use. They continued to crowd her anyway.
The manager of the Digital Bean and Lizzie's old boss pushed her way through the kids. "Excuse me!" she shouted in her Dragon-boss voice. "Please, go back to your seats! Ms. McGuire is on a date!" She smiled sincerely at her former employee as the crowds departed. "I'm very sorry for that, miss."
Lizzie was shocked. "Um, th-thanks," she managed. Had she just said that she was on a date?
Gordo looked equally as shocked. But when the manager walked away, he opened up the magazine and wildly searched for the article.
"Okay, that was weird," said Lizzie.
"Yea," said her "date" in a faraway voice.
"Gordo?" she said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you still with us?"
"Yea," he repeated in the same tone.
Annoyed, she grabbed the magazine out of his hands. "Let me read this."
Lizzie read the article. It talked about how Paolo was a fraud and that he had tricked Lizzie into posing as Isabella to destroy her career. It gave Lizzie's life story and everything.
"Wow," she said. "That's pretty cool."
"Cool?" Gordo exclaimed. "It called me a Casanova!"
"Well, look at it this way," she said optimisticly, "everyone will want to be your girlfriend."
Gordo was suddenly uncomfortable with that statement. So did Lizzie.
~And taking your advice, I'm looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing but often times those words get tangled up in lines and the bright lights turn to night until the dawn it brings a little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me~
"So," said Lizzie finally, "what do you want to eat?"
Gordo looked down. "I'm not hungry."
"Me neither."
The door of the Digital Bean opened, letting a breeze in. It lifted a lock of Lizzie's yellow hair from her face. Gordo had a little trouble breathing.
He cleared his throat. "So, you wanna go to Noise Candy?"
Lizzie popped some gum in her mouth. "Yup," she said. She stood up and grabbed her purse. "Let's go."
Gordo followed her out the door, stomach churning like a washing machine.
~Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of. . . what you and I spoke of. . . others only dream of the love that I love~
At Noise Candy, there were mostly heavy metal junkies and video game geeks, so Lizzie went unrecognized. That was a relief, because Lizzie didn't know if she liked that. Would she always be recognized? That would be the most annoying thing. She wasn't even famous – that much.
Gordo was by the cash register, looking at a CD. "Lizzie!" he called. "Look at this!"
Lizzie joined him. "What?"
He showed her the CD. It was the IMVA CD, which was released every year with the songs that were performed. "What Dreams Are Made Of" was track one.
"That's cool," she said. "I think I'll buy it." She gave it to the guy behind the counter and reached into her purse.
"Allow me," said Gordo, handing the guy a twenty.
"Awww, thanks, Gordo."
~See I'm all about those words over numbers, unencumbered numbered words. Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards, more words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive~
When they left Noise Candy, Gordo said that he had to go to his cousin's bar mitzvah.
"You're going to meet me at Miranda's house tomorrow for her homecoming, right?" Lizzie asked him.
"Of course," he answered. He turned and headed back towards his house.
Lizzie opened her mouth to keep him from leaving so soon but nothing came out. Gordo wanted to stop walking but his feet automatically turned down the street.
~Now you and I, you and I, not so little you and I anymore and with this silence brings a moral story, more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy~
When Lizzie got home, she felt drained and confused. What was with Gordo? I mean, she figured he liked her, and she was pretty sure she liked him, but why was this affecting their friendship? Neither had confessed. Was it the kiss? It had to be. She knew she shouldn't have done it. She had made the biggest mistake of all. She had kissed he best friend.
But she had liked it.
~You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now. . . well I'm already finally out of~
Back at his house, Gordo played hackysack in room, trying desperately to keep his mind off of Lizzie. It didn't work so well. When he thought of Frank Sinatra, he thought of dancing with Lizzie at the Rat Pack dance. When he thought of Dwarflord, he thought of taking her money to buy trading cards. When he thought of Miranda's eating disorder, he thought of Lizzie dancing around in his music video. Everything led him back to her. Even things that didn't have to do with her. NASA: the golden glow of the rocket fuel that matched her hair color. The ozone layer: a big hole like one of her hoop earrings. A chocolate bar: sweet, just like everything about her.
But why had he acted like such a loser? He probably chased her away today. But then he remembered the promise at the Hotel Cambini. They would have a great summer.
He collapsed on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
He hoped they would have a great summer.
~And it's okay if you have to go away. . . just remember the telephone works both ways and if I never hear it ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's okay cause I'll remember everything you say~
Gordo sat there, wishing Lizzie would call in her upbeat mood, because this time we would be nice to her and he'd make her laugh and everything would be okay.
~You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now. . . well, I'm already out of words~
Gordo almost picked up his phone and called Lizzie, but he then realized that he had nothing to say to her.
For once in his life, he had nothing to say to Lizzie McGuire that could make her feel better.
Hey everybody! I was just talking to my friends and we all used to be HUGE Spice Girls fans (who wasn't?) and we were acting goofy and we agreed that going to one of their concerts would be fun. LOL. Sorry, I just had to write that.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe