Summary: Lizzie McGuire, David "Gordo" Gordon, and Miranda Sanchez were best friends as babies; that is until Gordo moved away at age 3... now he's moving back, what will happen? L/G all the way.
A 2 1/2-year-old Lizzie McGuire snuggled in under the cozy blankets of her crib, several memories of the past day flashing into her young mind. Memories of playing in the sandbox with Gordo and Miranda, and a snapping sound and bright lights every couple seconds. Her mom had sad something about pictures, and how she'd love them when she got older. She thought about her two best friends and how much fun they had had that day, and how much fun they'd have tomorrow, and the day and the day after that, and every day until forever. A smile crept onto the child's face as she drifted into a peaceful, happy slumber.
-Next Morning-
Jo McGuire quietly opened the door of the light pink room and looked around. To her right, a changing table stood with several overly loved teddy bears, and countless pieces of paper filled with Lizzie's most recent masterpieces.
To her left was a white dresser, containing many of the baby girl's adorable spring and summer outfits. There were a few pictures on the top of the dresser, most of Lizzie and her parents, 2 or 3 of them, however were of her most cherished friends, Gordo and Miranda.
Jo walked over to the dresser and glanced at the pictures. There was one of Lizzie, her, and her husband, Sam at her parent's barbecue last fall. Another was Lizzie at the park sitting on the grass with a red Popsicle stain on her already rosy cheeks. Jo smiled and picked up the third picture. It was of Lizzie and Gordo at Lizzie's second birthday party. The pair were holding hands, grinning broadly, standing on Gordo's front lawn, staring at each other as if nothing else existed.
A contented sigh from the crib interrupted Jo's thoughts, and she looked over at her waking daughter. Lizzie rolled over lightly and gently started to awaken. The baby squinted and blinked as the comforting sunshine flooded into her eyes.
Jo reached over the edge of the crib and lifted her daughter into her arms.
"Good morning, sweetie, ready for breakfast?," she smiled.
"Beck-fast!," Lizzie yelled. The girl giggled and her blonde curls bounced around on her head.
Jo laughed and carried Lizzie downstairs and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was off-white in color, with white trim lacing the windowsills and countertops.
Jo put Lizzie down in her high chair and opened the refrigerator door to find a suitable breakfast for the growing child.
Lizzie, even though she had been in the same kitchen, sitting in the same highchair everyday of her young like, never seemed to get enough of it. Her surroundings always fascinated her; from the refrigerator and the counter, to all of the fruits and vegetables.
Jo came over, put a cup of strawberry yogurt in front of the child, and proceeded to feed her spoon after spoon, much to Lizzie's delight.
The phone rang somewhere in the next room, and Jo let Lizzie finish off the current spoonful before going to get it.
Once she was gone, Lizzie resumed her close examination of the room, starting with the especially yummy pink stuff in front of her. The spoon was covered in yogurt, and the handle was sticking out of the bowl. The toddler brought her hand down on the stem of the spoon and sent yogurt flying across the room and into Jo's face as she walked in!
Lizzie saw this and shrieked with laughter at her mother's shocked expression.
I must have the happiest girl in the world, thought Jo.
She smiled and washed the yogurt off her face and took the giggling girl back upstairs to get dressed.
"Guess who we're going to see today, cutie?," Jo asked her daughter as she slipped a white T-shirt over the child's blonde head.
"'Anda and Gordo?," replied a hopeful Lizzie.
Jo scooped Lizzie into the air and spun her around. The young girl giggled, laughed, and made "whirring" airplane sounds.
"That's right! Miranda and Gordo."
Once Lizzie's outfit was complete, she looked even more adorable, with bright white sandals, light pink capris, and a white shirt; oh, and we can't forget about the pink barrette holding her curls away from her face.
Just as Jo had finished putting Lizzie's shoes on, the door opened downstairs and a woman's voice rang through the air.
"Hey Jo, I'm just dropping Gordo off, I have to go down to the store today," Mrs. Gordon called.
Jo poked her head out of Lizzie's room and waved a hello and goodbye to her dear friend. She then smiled when she saw the young boy bounding up the stairs of her house to see his best friend.
The small boy smiled up at Jo, and said good morning. Jo smiled back down at him and directed him into the light pink room.
When Lizzie saw him, her face lit up in delight and she quickly ran over and enveloped him in a huge hug. Jo laughed and left the pair to go downstairs and clean the yogurt from the kitchen floor.
2-1/2 year old Gordo looked over at Lizzie.
"Are we going to the park today, Gordo?," Lizzie asked.
"If you want to, I think we should," Gordo sweetly replied.
Lizzie grinned and kissed Gordo's cheek.
Jo, who was returning upstairs to the children with a camera, snapped a picture at the very moment.
Another perfect Kodak moment for the scrapbook, she happily thought.
"C'mon kids, we're meeting Miranda at the park!"
Gordo and Lizzie cheered and ran downstairs to wait eagerly by the front door.
Jo began to unload the car and unbuckle the padded car seats. The two curly-haired children slid out of the backseat, both positively beaming in the morning sunlight.
The park they were at was a complete paradise for anyone, young or old. For the children, there was a sandbox, and a jungle gym, complete with a slide, monkey bars, and several swings. There was also, of course, a mini rope structure, and a seesaw, which many children absolutely adored.
The two toddlers waited patiently by the car and watched Jo take the ice chest and picnic blankets out of the light blue minivan.
Another car pulled up behind the McGuire's, and Mrs. Sanchez and a smiling Miranda came out.
The group walked down the tree-covered path from the street to the middle of the park. The three young children skipped in front of the two women linked at the elbows, stopping only to pick and smell any of the variously colored flowers on the side of the path.
-1 hour later-
Mrs. Gordon had joined the outing and the six people were sitting down to eat lunch. Mrs. Sanchez gave the kids juice boxes and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, followed by chocolate ice cream ops for desert.
Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo grinned as they began to suck on the pops. Lizzie's dripped onto her shirt, and left a chocolate trail down her front. The young girl thought the shirt was ruined and she began to cry.
Gordo heard Lizzie crying and immediately turned to face her, a concerned look on his face. His eyes saw the chocolate stain on her shirt. He took her hand.
"Lizzie don't cry," he said "That's what the washing machine is for!"
Lizzie smiled, and the three moms stared, Jo's hand flew to her mouth.
"That's so sweet," she whispered.
-6 months later-
It was Lizzie's third birthday, and the girl had never been more thrilled. She ran down the stairs into her parent's arms. She had her favorite breakfast, opened her presents, and Jo helped her get dressed for Gordo's house.
Lizzie was excited. She hadn't seen Gordo in a week, which was definitely a record for the pair. The most they had gone without seeing each other was two, maybe three days at the most, and even then the two children missed each other terribly.
The Gordons were on a vacation for the past week, but they always had Lizzie's birthday at their house.
Lizzie sat in her car seat and looked over at her brother, Matt. He was a year old now, and even though the ride to Gordo's house was less than five minutes, he had fallen asleep.
"There yet, Mommy?" Lizzie asked, eager to see her best friend again.
"Almost, dear," Jo replied. She too was awaiting their arrival at the Gordon's household, having not seen her best friend in so long. She had talked to them; of course, Mrs. Gordon had called almost every day to tell them how great New York was.
They said they were going to Mrs. Gordon's sister's beach house in upstate New York, just as a getaway for a couple of days.
Once, Jo needed to ask her friend about the pre-school the three toddlers would be attending next fall, but she couldn't find the phone number.
They pulled into the driveway and Jo took Lizzie out of the backseat and went to the door, knowing her husband, Sam would be right behind her with Matt.
"Is 'Anda coming, Mommy?" Lizzie asked.
"Of course sweetie, she'll be here in an hour."
The birthday girl nodded her head in approval.
Jo knocked on the door and turned the knob; the three families were so close, they usually just let themselves in.
It was locked.
"Strange," Jo muttered.
She rang the bell and shifted Lizzie to her other arm. An elderly woman answered the door with a frown.
"I heard you knock, it's not as easy to move when you're this old, you know," she stated, still frowning.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know you were here," Jo apologized.
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Do I know you, Miss?" she asked.
"We're friends of the Gordons, it's my daughters birthday, we usually come here to celebrate, are they home?" Jo made a mental note to call before they came next time.
The woman just stared.
"The Gordons? I'm sorry dear, they moved away a week ago."
"They what?" Jo whispered in shock.
"What's going on here?" Sam questioned; he looked from the woman to the hurt expression on his wife's face, back to the woman again.
"Your friends," the woman explained, "they moved to Chicago last week."
"Chicago? I thought they were going to New York," Sam reasoned, "THEY MOVED?"
"I moved in last week sir, I'm sorry." The woman gave the bewildered family a sympathetic look.
Sam uttered a word Lizzie had never heard before, and her brow crinkled with concern.
"Where's Gordo?" She looked at her mother.
Jo was still speechless. She blinked and looked at her daughter.
"They're gone"
A 2 1/2-year-old Lizzie McGuire snuggled in under the cozy blankets of her crib, several memories of the past day flashing into her young mind. Memories of playing in the sandbox with Gordo and Miranda, and a snapping sound and bright lights every couple seconds. Her mom had sad something about pictures, and how she'd love them when she got older. She thought about her two best friends and how much fun they had had that day, and how much fun they'd have tomorrow, and the day and the day after that, and every day until forever. A smile crept onto the child's face as she drifted into a peaceful, happy slumber.
-Next Morning-
Jo McGuire quietly opened the door of the light pink room and looked around. To her right, a changing table stood with several overly loved teddy bears, and countless pieces of paper filled with Lizzie's most recent masterpieces.
To her left was a white dresser, containing many of the baby girl's adorable spring and summer outfits. There were a few pictures on the top of the dresser, most of Lizzie and her parents, 2 or 3 of them, however were of her most cherished friends, Gordo and Miranda.
Jo walked over to the dresser and glanced at the pictures. There was one of Lizzie, her, and her husband, Sam at her parent's barbecue last fall. Another was Lizzie at the park sitting on the grass with a red Popsicle stain on her already rosy cheeks. Jo smiled and picked up the third picture. It was of Lizzie and Gordo at Lizzie's second birthday party. The pair were holding hands, grinning broadly, standing on Gordo's front lawn, staring at each other as if nothing else existed.
A contented sigh from the crib interrupted Jo's thoughts, and she looked over at her waking daughter. Lizzie rolled over lightly and gently started to awaken. The baby squinted and blinked as the comforting sunshine flooded into her eyes.
Jo reached over the edge of the crib and lifted her daughter into her arms.
"Good morning, sweetie, ready for breakfast?," she smiled.
"Beck-fast!," Lizzie yelled. The girl giggled and her blonde curls bounced around on her head.
Jo laughed and carried Lizzie downstairs and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was off-white in color, with white trim lacing the windowsills and countertops.
Jo put Lizzie down in her high chair and opened the refrigerator door to find a suitable breakfast for the growing child.
Lizzie, even though she had been in the same kitchen, sitting in the same highchair everyday of her young like, never seemed to get enough of it. Her surroundings always fascinated her; from the refrigerator and the counter, to all of the fruits and vegetables.
Jo came over, put a cup of strawberry yogurt in front of the child, and proceeded to feed her spoon after spoon, much to Lizzie's delight.
The phone rang somewhere in the next room, and Jo let Lizzie finish off the current spoonful before going to get it.
Once she was gone, Lizzie resumed her close examination of the room, starting with the especially yummy pink stuff in front of her. The spoon was covered in yogurt, and the handle was sticking out of the bowl. The toddler brought her hand down on the stem of the spoon and sent yogurt flying across the room and into Jo's face as she walked in!
Lizzie saw this and shrieked with laughter at her mother's shocked expression.
I must have the happiest girl in the world, thought Jo.
She smiled and washed the yogurt off her face and took the giggling girl back upstairs to get dressed.
"Guess who we're going to see today, cutie?," Jo asked her daughter as she slipped a white T-shirt over the child's blonde head.
"'Anda and Gordo?," replied a hopeful Lizzie.
Jo scooped Lizzie into the air and spun her around. The young girl giggled, laughed, and made "whirring" airplane sounds.
"That's right! Miranda and Gordo."
Once Lizzie's outfit was complete, she looked even more adorable, with bright white sandals, light pink capris, and a white shirt; oh, and we can't forget about the pink barrette holding her curls away from her face.
Just as Jo had finished putting Lizzie's shoes on, the door opened downstairs and a woman's voice rang through the air.
"Hey Jo, I'm just dropping Gordo off, I have to go down to the store today," Mrs. Gordon called.
Jo poked her head out of Lizzie's room and waved a hello and goodbye to her dear friend. She then smiled when she saw the young boy bounding up the stairs of her house to see his best friend.
The small boy smiled up at Jo, and said good morning. Jo smiled back down at him and directed him into the light pink room.
When Lizzie saw him, her face lit up in delight and she quickly ran over and enveloped him in a huge hug. Jo laughed and left the pair to go downstairs and clean the yogurt from the kitchen floor.
2-1/2 year old Gordo looked over at Lizzie.
"Are we going to the park today, Gordo?," Lizzie asked.
"If you want to, I think we should," Gordo sweetly replied.
Lizzie grinned and kissed Gordo's cheek.
Jo, who was returning upstairs to the children with a camera, snapped a picture at the very moment.
Another perfect Kodak moment for the scrapbook, she happily thought.
"C'mon kids, we're meeting Miranda at the park!"
Gordo and Lizzie cheered and ran downstairs to wait eagerly by the front door.
Jo began to unload the car and unbuckle the padded car seats. The two curly-haired children slid out of the backseat, both positively beaming in the morning sunlight.
The park they were at was a complete paradise for anyone, young or old. For the children, there was a sandbox, and a jungle gym, complete with a slide, monkey bars, and several swings. There was also, of course, a mini rope structure, and a seesaw, which many children absolutely adored.
The two toddlers waited patiently by the car and watched Jo take the ice chest and picnic blankets out of the light blue minivan.
Another car pulled up behind the McGuire's, and Mrs. Sanchez and a smiling Miranda came out.
The group walked down the tree-covered path from the street to the middle of the park. The three young children skipped in front of the two women linked at the elbows, stopping only to pick and smell any of the variously colored flowers on the side of the path.
-1 hour later-
Mrs. Gordon had joined the outing and the six people were sitting down to eat lunch. Mrs. Sanchez gave the kids juice boxes and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, followed by chocolate ice cream ops for desert.
Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo grinned as they began to suck on the pops. Lizzie's dripped onto her shirt, and left a chocolate trail down her front. The young girl thought the shirt was ruined and she began to cry.
Gordo heard Lizzie crying and immediately turned to face her, a concerned look on his face. His eyes saw the chocolate stain on her shirt. He took her hand.
"Lizzie don't cry," he said "That's what the washing machine is for!"
Lizzie smiled, and the three moms stared, Jo's hand flew to her mouth.
"That's so sweet," she whispered.
-6 months later-
It was Lizzie's third birthday, and the girl had never been more thrilled. She ran down the stairs into her parent's arms. She had her favorite breakfast, opened her presents, and Jo helped her get dressed for Gordo's house.
Lizzie was excited. She hadn't seen Gordo in a week, which was definitely a record for the pair. The most they had gone without seeing each other was two, maybe three days at the most, and even then the two children missed each other terribly.
The Gordons were on a vacation for the past week, but they always had Lizzie's birthday at their house.
Lizzie sat in her car seat and looked over at her brother, Matt. He was a year old now, and even though the ride to Gordo's house was less than five minutes, he had fallen asleep.
"There yet, Mommy?" Lizzie asked, eager to see her best friend again.
"Almost, dear," Jo replied. She too was awaiting their arrival at the Gordon's household, having not seen her best friend in so long. She had talked to them; of course, Mrs. Gordon had called almost every day to tell them how great New York was.
They said they were going to Mrs. Gordon's sister's beach house in upstate New York, just as a getaway for a couple of days.
Once, Jo needed to ask her friend about the pre-school the three toddlers would be attending next fall, but she couldn't find the phone number.
They pulled into the driveway and Jo took Lizzie out of the backseat and went to the door, knowing her husband, Sam would be right behind her with Matt.
"Is 'Anda coming, Mommy?" Lizzie asked.
"Of course sweetie, she'll be here in an hour."
The birthday girl nodded her head in approval.
Jo knocked on the door and turned the knob; the three families were so close, they usually just let themselves in.
It was locked.
"Strange," Jo muttered.
She rang the bell and shifted Lizzie to her other arm. An elderly woman answered the door with a frown.
"I heard you knock, it's not as easy to move when you're this old, you know," she stated, still frowning.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know you were here," Jo apologized.
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Do I know you, Miss?" she asked.
"We're friends of the Gordons, it's my daughters birthday, we usually come here to celebrate, are they home?" Jo made a mental note to call before they came next time.
The woman just stared.
"The Gordons? I'm sorry dear, they moved away a week ago."
"They what?" Jo whispered in shock.
"What's going on here?" Sam questioned; he looked from the woman to the hurt expression on his wife's face, back to the woman again.
"Your friends," the woman explained, "they moved to Chicago last week."
"Chicago? I thought they were going to New York," Sam reasoned, "THEY MOVED?"
"I moved in last week sir, I'm sorry." The woman gave the bewildered family a sympathetic look.
Sam uttered a word Lizzie had never heard before, and her brow crinkled with concern.
"Where's Gordo?" She looked at her mother.
Jo was still speechless. She blinked and looked at her daughter.
"They're gone"