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

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! " Lizzie exclaimed, pacing the living room, her high heels clacking against the tiles.

"Calm down Lizzie," her mother said as she chopped up carrots at the kitchen counter.

Her Dad walked into the room, glancing at her dressed-up form and scowling, grumbling, "You know, I'm not sure I'm happy about all this."

"Oh, stop being an old grump, she'll be fine," her mother said calmly.

"She's too young to be dating."

"Oh, it's just an innocent date. Anyway, she'll be with Gordo. We've known him for years, we know he'll look after her and be responsible."

"Yeah, but before, he was just a kid who was her friend. Now he probably has unsavoury intentions toward her."

Even Lizzie took time out of her worry to roll her eyes. Her mother continued the reassurance, "Oh Sam, he's a good kid, they're both good kids. They'll be fine."

"Yeah, Dad, and whatever you do, don't embarrass me."

"What do you mean?" Her dad sounded completely innocent.

The doorbell rang and Lizzie's heart jumped into her throat and started racing. She tried to make herself go towards the door but her legs weren't working. Oh, how she wished none of this were happening, that everything was back to how it used to be.

She snapped out of her frozen state when she heard her Dad greet Gordo in a very unfriendly tone. She hurried around the corner, feeling her skin start tingling with heat and embarrassment.

She was relieved to see her mother pushing her father away and chatting in a friendly way with Gordo. Gordo still looked terrified. Quite handsome. But terrified.

Gordo's gaze moved to her, and stayed on her for quite a while.

Lizzie blushed.

Gordo blinked dumbly a few times and stammered, "Hi-Lizzie-you look amazing."

Lizzie's blushed deepened and she shifted awkwardly, "Hi Gordo. Um. Thanks."

Mrs McGuire cleared her throat and spoke, not being able to hide her amusement, "You two should probably get going."

Lizzie grabbed her jacket from the hook and hastened to put it on. As weird as this date was going to be, it would be a whole lot better when they were away from her parents.

As she was closing the door, her father called out, "You make sure she's home by 9pm."

They glanced at each other, smiling, not knowing what to say. Suddenly Lizzie was wishing for company- even her parents.

"My Dad is giving us a lift to the cinema," Gordo said and started leading the way to the car.

Lizzie blushed horribly when Gordo opened the car door for her, and she spent the whole (silent) car ride thinking about the after shave she'd smelt when she'd brushed passed him. Did Gordo usually where after shave? Did he shave?! Speaking of, it also looked like he'd brushed and gelled his hair!

By the time they arrived at the cinema complex, Lizzie was officially freaked out. She wanted to go home, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow with her friends Miranda and normal Gordo.

"So, I was thinking we see that new Romantic Comedy," Gordo said as he held open the door to the building.

Lizzie sighed in agony. Gordo suggesting a romantic comedy? Who was this? This was 'David Gordon' on his best behaviour.

"Lizzie?"

Lizzie smiled at him, "Yeah, great."

"Okay," he smiled back, and for a moment she felt completely happy and content.

"Oh," Lizzie saw that they were next in line and grabbed out her own wallet, "How much-?"

Gordo shook his head, "No, I got it."

"Wh-?Oh yeah." They were on a date, so he would pay for everything. It felt so weird. After years of always chipping in together to pay, she felt bad for making him pay everything.

"Alright, what would you like from the snack bar?" Gordo asked after collecting the two tickets.

Lizzie sighed.

The movie was good, it was alright. However, it did make her feel like her own life and their attempt at dating was a pitiful excuse for romance. The people on screen made it look easy and fun.

She'd asked Gordo what he thought, expecting deserved criticism of the contrived, clichéd plot, and the fake people. What she'd forgotten was that this was 'on a date David Gordon', or in other words, an extremely polite robot. So all she got was, "It was great. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah," Lizzie stared at Gordo wistfully, aching to hear a witty crack or some sarcasm.

But nothing happened. Gordo's mother picked them up and chatted to them the whole ride home.

Lizzie climbed out, "Thanks Mrs Gordon."

"I'll walk you," Gordo offered.

"Of course," Lizzie mumbled dryly under her breath.

Lizzie stopped at her door and turned around, delivering a tight smile.

Gordo smiled back awkwardly, "Well, I had a great time tonight."

"Yeah, me too," Lizzie said quickly, wanting to get inside as quick as she could.

Gordo's eyes levelled with hers in the fairly close distance and softened somewhat as he stared at her. His smile was also warm, if not a little uncertain and sheepish.

For the first time on the date, she felt it, that shiver that she'd felt before, the intense adoration and excitement.

She froze as he shifted, moving up a step, closer to her. Her heart was pounding as he leaned in.

First, his curls- not as stiff and sticky as she'd suspected- tickled her nose. Then, his lips- softer than she'd ever imaged- pressed and lingered against her blushing cheek. Every nerve ending and blood vessel in her body moved to that spot.

It felt like an eternity. An eternity in heaven.

And, he smelt like Gordo again.

Gordo pulled away, his hand sliding down her forearm to catch hers for a brief squeeze, "Goodnight."

Lizzie barely managed to breath, let alone speak.

Gordo bit his lip, looking very pleased and a little relieved.

Lizzie stared at his lips in wonder, almost swaying on the spot in a clichéd 'swoon'.

Gordo gave her another small, warm, fond smile and started backing away. Finally, he turned and walked out the gate.

"Oh My God," Lizzie whispered, leaning back against the door.

She watched as the car drove off, and then took a moment to gather herself, and head inside.

The moment her mother saw her, she questioned, "Well? How was it?"

"Amazing," Lizzie breathed, sinking into the couch and hugging a cushion.

"Ooo!" Her mother sat beside her excitedly, "So, tell me about the date."

"The-? oh…it was terrible," Lizzie said serenely, a blissful glaze still over her eyes.

"What?"

Lizzie grinned to herself as she relived the last few minutes in her head, breathing another, "Amazing."

"What? But, didn't you just say that it was terrible…? Which is it?" Her mother questioned, completely confused.

"…Huh?..." Lizzie barely heard a word. She stood, ready to go to bed, curl up around her pillow (pretend it was Gordo) and dream about him all night. She bounced up the stairs and skipped into her room.

And when she was snug and cosy in her bed, she whispered a contented, "Goodnight Gordo."