Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or the characters. Disney does.
"Dad! Lizzie's whispering lovey-dovey things with her boyfriend!" Matt cried.
Lizzie and Gordo blushed, and Lizzie turned to her mother for assistance, "Mom!"
"Matt," Mrs McGuire said quickly, before he husband could get a word in, "Leave them alone. Focus on your game."
"But, they're telling secrets!"
"No, we just don't want you to join our conversation, Peebrain" Lizzie retorted.
"Just settle down kids."
Gordo gulped as he glanced up and noticed Mr McGuire giving him a pointed look in the mirror.
About an hour later, Gordo woke up to a sharp, "Wake up kids," a strange situation, and one angry looking parent.
Without even meaning to, Lizzie had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and his cheek nestled in her hair. This would have been awkward enough with just the two of them, but Mr McGuire seemed one second away from taking a restraining order out on him.
Gordo blinked his remaining grogginess away and grabbed her shoulder to shake her gently, murmuring, "Lizzie, Lizzie…"
Lizzie turned her face further into him as she woke.
He would have been reveling in it, but instead he was worried Mr McGuire might actually physically hurt him now. But once again, Mrs McGuire came to the rescue, calling her husband away for help with the bags.
"Mm, we're here?" Lizzie murmured sleepily, realizing where she was and sitting up, "Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, I slept too. Anyway, yeah, we're here. We should get inside."
"So we can get straight out…to the mall. If I have to spend one more second in a confined space with my dingus of a brother, I'll…"
"…What!?" Lizzie's screeched, holding her bags tightly as she stare at her brother on the other bed in the room. "Are you kidding me!? I am not sharing a bedroom with that!"
"Lizzie, honey, this place only has three bedrooms, I'm sorry," Her mom said sincerely.
"Well, why can't I share with Gordo?"
"Oh no, no way!" her dad sounded appalled.
"What!? Why!?"
"Lizzie, can you please just give this a chance? You have a later bed time than Matt, so you won't have to put up with him. You can spend all the rest of your time with Gordo anyway." Her mother tried to reason.
"Fine. But if he annoys me once, I'm sleeping somewhere else. Now, I'm going to go get Gordo and we're going to check out the mall."
"Lizzie," Mr McGuire called after her unhappily.
"Sam," Mrs McGuire tried to pacify.
Lizzie was still angry half an hour later as they strolled through the mall. Gordo had tried telling jokes, engaging in gossip and ignoring the topic, and then once again addressing it. "I know it's frustrating, but I thought you understood…about your Dad."
Lizzie frowned, "Sure, but being a Dad is only an excuse for a little while. After that, he's just being a jerk."
"Lizzie, come on, he loves you."
Lizzie huffed and turned, walking away from Gordo, to the window of a little jewellery store. Gordo watched, waiting for her to come back. When she didn't, he walked up beside her and took a look at what had caught her eye. It was a cute little ring with a sparkly pink, wavy band design.
"We should go, it's getting late. Are we going out to dinner tonight?" Gordo interrupted.
"I dunno. Hey, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, kay, and then we'll go."
"Okay."
Lizzie returned five minutes later to find him in the same place. They'd just exited the mall when Gordo led Lizzie over to an empty bench.
"Gordo? What?"
"I have a surprise."
"What? Gordo?"
Gordo chuckled, "I got you something."
"You did!?" Lizzie sounded stunned and excited.
Gordo turned and grabbed a bag out of his jacket, and then the item out into his hands.
"You didn't steal anything, did you?"
"No! I…well, just…here…" Gordo trailed off, suddenly hesitant about what he was doing.
Lizzie stared with wide eyes as she was presented with a little box. In careful anticipation and a little trepidation, Lizzie opened the lid. She gasped. There, fit snuggly on a silky white cushion was the pink ring she'd just been eyeing. "Gordo! Oh My God Gordo! How? Why?"
Gordo just watched Lizzie, pleased with her happiness. He shrugged, "You liked it."
"Oh, Gordo! You didn't have to-this is so…I love it so much. I can't believe it." Lizzie alternated between staring at the ring and Gordo.
"I like to see you smile," Gordo blushed as he said it, looking away.
Lizzie blushed too, "Thankyou Gordo," she said sincerely. Then, she gave him a spontaneous kiss on the cheek, blushing even further.
Her Mom spotted the ring within minutes of their return. "Lizzie, what is this?"
"Oh, um, a ring?"
Mrs McGuire frowned, examining it, "When did you get it? How did you get it? It looks expensive."
"Gordo got it for me," Lizzie hesitantly explained.
Mrs McGuires stared, stunned, from Lizzie to Gordo. "Oh."
Lizzie cringed as she saw her Mother's eyes well up. "You two. I always thought maybe- but now it's actually happening. You two are just precious together."
The two teenagers blushed only harder.
Mrs McGuire gave them both a fond look and finally let go of Lizzie's hand and shooed them away.
They parted to their separate rooms, to regain their composure and their normal skin colour.
It was Lizzie's bedtime, so she went to her room, glad to find Matt asleep. She went to the bathroom, got ready, and then went around the room, fixing it to her liking. However, only seconds after she'd closed her eyes, she heard stomping footsteps.
She opened her eyes to find Matt opening the window, the door, and turning on a lamp.
Bad memories came back to her, and she wondered how she ever forgot. Rooming with Matt was a disaster waiting to happen. Well, she wasn't going to put up with it this time, and she wasn't going to compromise. She opened her mouth and let out her loudest, shrillest yell, "MATT!!"
Matt seemed unconcerned as he climbed back into bed, "Yes Lizzie?"
"Put it all back, now!"
"No! I had it like this first!"
"So!? That's only because you have an earlier bedtime. It doesn't mean you are more important. I'm older, therefore, you have to do what I say!!"
"No I don't. Cause what you say is stupid!"
Lizzie glared at him, and then just yelled, "MOM!"
"Is that the best you've got?...DAD!"
Mr and Mrs McGuire strode into the room, looking stern and fed up. "Would you kids stop yelling!"
"He's being annoying-" "She's being annoying-"
Mrs McGuire sighed, "Would you kids please just stop fighting and go to sleep."
"No, he's-" "No, she's-"
Mr McGuire interrupted, "Matt, Lizzie, you have to stay in the same room here, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. You'll just have to deal with it, okay kids."
"Why should I have to suffer because she wanted to bring a friend!?" Matt whined.
Lizzie attempted, "Well, I wouldn't mind if Matt wanted his own room. He could swap with Gordo."
"No, that is not an option."
Mrs McGuire looked hesitant as she started, "Sam, maybe…"
Mr McGuire took his wife's arm and led her away a bit to privacy and said, "They're dating and they're only 15 years old. I'm not leaving her alone in a bedroom with him."
"It's just Gordo, Sam. And we trust them."
Lizzie was surprised and pleased to see her Dad looking cautiously accepting.
"Okay, fine, but I'm not happy about this."
Lizzie let out a, "yes!" Her Dad looked quickly around at her, and she smiled up at him innocently.
Her mother walked over to Matt, "Alright, c'mon, you can have the other room to yourself."
Lizzie sat in her bed, keeping the same innocent smile pointed at her father.
Her mother returned, with Gordo and bag in tow. Gordo smiled at Mr McGuire nervously, and at Lizzie awkwardly.
"Hey Gordo."
Gordo climbed into his bed.
Mrs McGuire nudged Mr McGuire away as she closed the door and wished them goodnight.
"Had some trouble with your little brother did you?"
"He's a little weasel," Lizzie retorted, smiling at Gordo. "I think I'll sleep better with you." Lizzie's eyes widened and she blushed when she realized how that sounded.
Gordo blushed in return, and then said, "Me too. Goodnight Lizzie."
"Night Gordo."
"…Hey Gordo?" Lizzie whispered, her cheek settled on her pillow.
"Yeah?" Gordo opened his eyes and met hers across the room.
"Thankyou for my ring. I love it."
"That's okay."
"I'm going to wear it all the time."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."