Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or the characters. Disney does.

Lizzie plopped down on the bus seat beside a contemplative looking Gordo. He jolted, lifting his head out of a book. "-Oh. Lizzie. You scared me."

"Sorry! So Hey! How was gym? We played soccer which is alright cause I'm actually pretty good at it. It brought back memories of that time I beat Ethan at that President's pole thing, and arm wrestling, and played rugby with the guys. Do you remember that? Anyway, you will never guess what happened. Kate tripped over the ball and fell face first in a puddle. It was hilarious!"

Gordo just stared at her in bewilderment, and simply mumbled, "President's pole??"

Lizzie giggled, "You know what I meant. Sorry, I'm just so hyper after seeing Kate's absolute humiliation."

Gordo shook his head, turning away from Lizzie's smiling face, "You're insane."

Lizzie giggled again, and shoved him in the shoulder, "Hey! Give me a little credit. I've totally held in at least 5 squealing episodes a day since Miranda's been gone."

Gordo couldn't help but smile, "Well, I thank you then…" "…girls." He muttered.

"Oh, you love it."

Gordo was momentarily startled, but recovered to say sarcastically, "Yeah, I love hearing you talk about lipgloss and clothes and Ethan." But his cheeks were faintly pink.

"Whatever, you exaggerate. Anyway, do you wanna come over to my house?"

"…um…" Gordo paused. He'd found that the more he was around her, the more he found himself getting into awkward moments of staring, or saying dangerously obvious things. And without Miranda around to intervene, it all seemed to be twice as intense.

"Alright, you can help me chose an outfit for tomorrow."

"Lizzie!" Gordo exclaimed.

"I was just kidding," Lizzie giggled. "We can do what you want…we can do school work or something."

"Ha ha, very funny," Gordo rolled his eyes. He then paused, "Hey! I haven't said yes yet. And you're not facilitating that decision."

"Alright Mr Thesaurus, what can I do to convince you?"

Gordo opened his mouth, a million thoughts running through his head, most of them he couldn't say outloud without giving himself away. Instead, Gordo sighed, "Lizzie, I…"

"I'll make you a sandwich with hamburger, pineapple, tomato, and cheese."

Gordo blinked, "with bacon?"

Lizzie grinned, "Sure. So, is that a yes?"

Gordo groaned, "Fine, you manipulated me with food- my one weakness."…that she was aware of.

Lizzie giggled, "Too bad I know you so well David Zephyr."

Gordo smiled back fondly, murmuring quietly, "Yeah."

Lizzie gave him a strange look, not unlike that afternoon in the school computer lab when he freaked her out with the whole, 'I need to tell you that you give great advice' thing.

"Anyway," Lizzie flicked her head around to face the front again, "We'll probably have the TV for a few hours tonight. My parents are taking my brother to some school thing. We can pick a DVD. You can even chose. See, I'm just spoiling you, aren't I?"

"You uh-" Gordo thought about her parents being gone, as in not being home, as in him and Lizzie alone, with no interruptions for… "How long will your parents be gone?"

"I dunno, 2 hours?" Lizzie shrugged.

"Oh," Gordo croaked out, then stammered, "Y-you know, I just remembered I have heaps of homework."

"What?! No you don't! We have the same classes. Anyway, you already promised."

"I didn't actually promise," Gordo murmured as he shoved his book into his bag and lifted it onto his shoulder.

Lizzie stood as the bus pulled up at their stop, smiling as she faintly heard Gordo mutter above the hubbub of their peers, "Damn food."