That's My Gordo
Summary- Sequel to 'Amnesia'. If you want to know what the story's about, then just read the story. I'm telling you, it's not bad. Very L/G.
Chapter 1: A Day At The Mall
A/N: Go see Freaky Friday! I know it has nothing to do with Lizzie McGuire, but the movie is da bomb! You HAFTA see it. Chad Michael Murray is sooo hot. (But Adam Lamberg's better.)
Gordo's POV
I sniffed. "Okay, this one smells like waffles and... tar."
She made a face. "I don't want to go around smelling like tar." She put the perfume bottle back and picked up another one and sprayed it. "What about this?"
I groaned. "Lizzie, why do I have to smell perfume that *you're* going to wear?"
"Because you're the only one who will be smelling it when I wear it." She kissed me on the cheek. "Now, do you like this one?"
I smelled it. "Wow, Lizzie, it smells like... coffee."
"You like it?" She asked, linking her finger with mine.
I nodded.
"Okay, I'm getting this." She looked at the price and then kissed me passionately.
I laughed. "How much do you need to borrow?"
She grinned, knowing she'd been caught. "10 bucks."
I shook my head and gave her the money. "You owe me." I said.
***
"Oh, Gordo, look! Let's get our picture taken!" She dragged me into the picture booth.
"Do I have to pay?" I asked.
She sighed. "No. I'll pay." She put in a couple dollars and then rested her head on my shoulder.
*Click!*
We made doofy faces, we kissed, and we gave each other bunny ears. Finally, the pictures came out of the little slot. There were two sets, so we each kept one. We struggled to get out of the booth, and Lizzie tripped over my knee.
"OW!" She cried. "Gordo!"
"Sorry, I helped her get up and she giggled. I hated this. A bad habit of Lizzie's is that she'll just giggle at random times, and it gets on your nerves because you have no idea what it so funny.
"Gordo, I need to tell you something." She whispered in my ear.
A shiver went down my spine. "And what would that be?"
"I love..."
I prepared myself to hear it. I'd been waiting for her to say this, and she finally was going to.
"...those double-fudge-chocolate smoothies at Smoothie King. Can we get one?" She giggled again.
I sighed. "Sure, why not?"
She squealed and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Gordo. I know they're really expensive and all... but I'll split the price with you." She kissed me one last time and we headed off to Smoothie King.
Okay, so she didn't love me, but it was a start.
***
Lizzie's POV
Gosh, Gordo's so sweet. I couldn't stop flirting with him. He does everything for me, and... I don't know. He just is so... something.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder as Gordo and I shared a double-fudge- chocolate smoothie. "Do you think that if I hadn't gotten amnesia, this would have happened?" I asked.
"Yeah, but probably when we were, like, eighty or something." Gordo grinned at me. "But I would've waited for you to notice me that long."
I raised my eyebrows. "You would've? Even if I got married to Brad Pitt and was the happiest person alive?"
"Okay, first of all, Brad Pitt's married."
I pouted. "He could get a divorce."
He rolled his eyes. "And, yes, I would've waited that long."
I closed my eyes. "I can picture it. You're in the hospital, almost ready to die, when the last words you say are... 'Hey, Lizzie? I like you.' I'd gasp and stab myself with something and die on top of you."
"Just like Romeo and Juliet."
I smiled. "Yeah, like them."
Wait, did I just say that me and Gordo were like Romeo and Juliet? That was insane. Romeo and Juliet were madly in love, and I knew for a fact that despite how much I liked Gordo, I didn't love him like *that*. I loved him, as a best friend and as a brother, but no more.
"Kind of." I added, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
A/N: Okay, I know I never do this, but just in case... I own nothing. Not even the plot of this story. It's Disney's, too. (Well, with my own Y2K- twist) I don't even own Smoothie King. There is such a place in the downtown of my city. Don't own Lizzie, Gordo, Romeo and Juliet, Brad Pitt... the works. Oh yeah! I own the waffle and tar perfume and the coffee perfume and the photo booth. But, sadly, that's it. I'm only gonna say this once, so don't sue. Proceed.
Summary- Sequel to 'Amnesia'. If you want to know what the story's about, then just read the story. I'm telling you, it's not bad. Very L/G.
Chapter 1: A Day At The Mall
A/N: Go see Freaky Friday! I know it has nothing to do with Lizzie McGuire, but the movie is da bomb! You HAFTA see it. Chad Michael Murray is sooo hot. (But Adam Lamberg's better.)
Gordo's POV
I sniffed. "Okay, this one smells like waffles and... tar."
She made a face. "I don't want to go around smelling like tar." She put the perfume bottle back and picked up another one and sprayed it. "What about this?"
I groaned. "Lizzie, why do I have to smell perfume that *you're* going to wear?"
"Because you're the only one who will be smelling it when I wear it." She kissed me on the cheek. "Now, do you like this one?"
I smelled it. "Wow, Lizzie, it smells like... coffee."
"You like it?" She asked, linking her finger with mine.
I nodded.
"Okay, I'm getting this." She looked at the price and then kissed me passionately.
I laughed. "How much do you need to borrow?"
She grinned, knowing she'd been caught. "10 bucks."
I shook my head and gave her the money. "You owe me." I said.
***
"Oh, Gordo, look! Let's get our picture taken!" She dragged me into the picture booth.
"Do I have to pay?" I asked.
She sighed. "No. I'll pay." She put in a couple dollars and then rested her head on my shoulder.
*Click!*
We made doofy faces, we kissed, and we gave each other bunny ears. Finally, the pictures came out of the little slot. There were two sets, so we each kept one. We struggled to get out of the booth, and Lizzie tripped over my knee.
"OW!" She cried. "Gordo!"
"Sorry, I helped her get up and she giggled. I hated this. A bad habit of Lizzie's is that she'll just giggle at random times, and it gets on your nerves because you have no idea what it so funny.
"Gordo, I need to tell you something." She whispered in my ear.
A shiver went down my spine. "And what would that be?"
"I love..."
I prepared myself to hear it. I'd been waiting for her to say this, and she finally was going to.
"...those double-fudge-chocolate smoothies at Smoothie King. Can we get one?" She giggled again.
I sighed. "Sure, why not?"
She squealed and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Gordo. I know they're really expensive and all... but I'll split the price with you." She kissed me one last time and we headed off to Smoothie King.
Okay, so she didn't love me, but it was a start.
***
Lizzie's POV
Gosh, Gordo's so sweet. I couldn't stop flirting with him. He does everything for me, and... I don't know. He just is so... something.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder as Gordo and I shared a double-fudge- chocolate smoothie. "Do you think that if I hadn't gotten amnesia, this would have happened?" I asked.
"Yeah, but probably when we were, like, eighty or something." Gordo grinned at me. "But I would've waited for you to notice me that long."
I raised my eyebrows. "You would've? Even if I got married to Brad Pitt and was the happiest person alive?"
"Okay, first of all, Brad Pitt's married."
I pouted. "He could get a divorce."
He rolled his eyes. "And, yes, I would've waited that long."
I closed my eyes. "I can picture it. You're in the hospital, almost ready to die, when the last words you say are... 'Hey, Lizzie? I like you.' I'd gasp and stab myself with something and die on top of you."
"Just like Romeo and Juliet."
I smiled. "Yeah, like them."
Wait, did I just say that me and Gordo were like Romeo and Juliet? That was insane. Romeo and Juliet were madly in love, and I knew for a fact that despite how much I liked Gordo, I didn't love him like *that*. I loved him, as a best friend and as a brother, but no more.
"Kind of." I added, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
A/N: Okay, I know I never do this, but just in case... I own nothing. Not even the plot of this story. It's Disney's, too. (Well, with my own Y2K- twist) I don't even own Smoothie King. There is such a place in the downtown of my city. Don't own Lizzie, Gordo, Romeo and Juliet, Brad Pitt... the works. Oh yeah! I own the waffle and tar perfume and the coffee perfume and the photo booth. But, sadly, that's it. I'm only gonna say this once, so don't sue. Proceed.