Love Connection
Summary- When Lizzie's boyfriend breaks up with her, Gordo helps her make
him jealous... but could Lizzie be falling for Gordo? L/G.
Chapter One: The Breakup
A/N: Hey, this might be my fourteenth (or fifteenth, if you count '4th Grade: Been There Done That') fic, but still go easy on reviews, please. Remember, I *am* only eleven. I can't take flames. LOL, yeah I can. I just don't like it (who does?). Constructive criticism is okay, as long as it isn't a F-L-A-M-E.
I think my writing skills are getting a lot better. I mean, a LOT. Look at the difference between The Lizzie McGuire Movie and this. And that was just March! Whew!
For those of you who haven't read the ending of After Rome, Be Mine Valentine, or Love Lifts Us Up... then go read them! Please, for me?
As I have said, this is going to be a very short, about ten chapters or so, and it'll be kind of humorous. The beginning kind of throws you off, but don't be fooled... there's a lot of L/G on the way!
Well, *gulps* here I go... Love Connection!
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Ronnie's POV
Honestly, when I got back together with Lizzie, I didn't think that she would act like this. She was a great girl before... but now she was acting almost snobby. She would boss me around and tell me what to do, and it ticked me off. A lot. But I took it.
The thing was, there was never 'someone else'. It was just that Lizzie had gotten, well, clingy, and I wanted some space to breathe. I felt bad about dumping her, so I recruited her once again two weeks later. But Lizzie McGuire had changed.
"Hey, Ronnie, can you get me a glass of lemonade?" She asked me, flipping through the channels one more time. "With those little umbrellas...?"
I scoffed under my breath so she couldn't hear it. "Sure." I sang in my usual always-be-there-do-whatever-you-want cheery voice. "But we don't have umbrellas."
"Then slice a lemon and put it on the side."
"Whatever you say." I pasted a fake smile on, and she grinned at me as I disappeared into the kitchen for the fourth time that day. First cookies, then jelly beans, then soup, now lemonade??? What was I, her royal servant? 'I live to serve you, madam'... is that what she wanted to hear? In some freak-English accent and wearing a spotless tux, polishing her shoes and cooking for her?
I silently glared at the kitchen wall, indicating that I was glaring at Lizzie on the other side, and stuck my tongue out.
"Tasting the air, eh?" My brother, Damon, chuckled. "Very healthy."
I scowled at him and got out the lemonade mix, mixing it with water in a pitcher furiously.
"Look, man, is she doing this to you?" He said, eyeing the mess I had created. "That's extortion."
"No!" I insisted, adding sugar just like she liked it.
"Oh, and Ronnie... don't make that lame cheap mix kind... maybe you have it frozen... maybe you could squeeze some fresh?" Lizzie called out from the living room.
I stuck my tongue out at the wall again.
"That air must taste very good." Damon grinned sarcastically, and walked over to the refrigerator, reaching for the carton of milk.
"Shut up." I grumbled, dumping the 'lame cheap mix kind' into the drain.
"No really, listen. Why are you letting a girl walk all over you? It's like- "
"Because I owe her." I murmured.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Owe her what?" He said, as he tore open the carton.
"See, look, it's like this... I dumped her and she was really depressed so I'm back with her... and I don't think I like her anymore."
"Whatever, man." Damon chugged down the milk and wiped his mouth on his Hollister t-shirt. "Dump her anyway."
"Ronnie! Hurry up!" Lizzie cried out.
I growled. Maybe it was time to show this little brat a lesson.
***
Lizzie's POV
When Ronnie got out of the kitchen, he wasn't carrying lemonade. In fact, he wasn't carrying anything. I was about to remind him that I had specifically asked him to get me a drink when he said the four magic words.
"We need to talk."
I gulped. Last time I heard those words, Ronnie and I had broken up. You don't think-Nah.
I reached for the remote and flicked the television off. "Sure, what's up?" I said, trying to look as cool and non-concerned as I possibly could, which was pretty hard, under the circumstances.
"What's up is-what's up is that I don't think I can do this."
I froze. "Do... what?"
I knew what he was hinting at. I wasn't dumb. But I wanted to make sure... Ronnie wouldn't dump me again, would he? He really liked me. I really liked him. What was the problem? I searched for things I could've done wrong. Nothing came to mind. I hadn't been clingy, nor bossy, nor snobby. Maybe he was saying something else... anything else but our relationship.
Hopefully.
"You know.. this whole 'being a boyfriend', 'having-a-relationship' thing." He said, not even looking the least bit ashamed. He was so straightforward and cool... as if he had done this a million times.
"Are you saying you want to break up again?" I said, my voice breaking, blinking so a tear wouldn't roll down my cheek.
Not again. No, not again... it hurt too much the first time.
He smiled meekly. "Look, Lizzie, can't we be friends?"
I closed my eyes. This couldn't be happening! Ronnie was half of my life! Why did this have to happen? Friends... friends, he asks? After dumping me, he goes, 'can we be friends?'
I didn't answer him.
My eyes welled up in tears, and I didn't want my *ex-boyfriend* to see me crying so I ran. I ran so fast I almost tripped over myself, out the door, far from the house, away from Ronnie.
It was over.
Chapter One: The Breakup
A/N: Hey, this might be my fourteenth (or fifteenth, if you count '4th Grade: Been There Done That') fic, but still go easy on reviews, please. Remember, I *am* only eleven. I can't take flames. LOL, yeah I can. I just don't like it (who does?). Constructive criticism is okay, as long as it isn't a F-L-A-M-E.
I think my writing skills are getting a lot better. I mean, a LOT. Look at the difference between The Lizzie McGuire Movie and this. And that was just March! Whew!
For those of you who haven't read the ending of After Rome, Be Mine Valentine, or Love Lifts Us Up... then go read them! Please, for me?
As I have said, this is going to be a very short, about ten chapters or so, and it'll be kind of humorous. The beginning kind of throws you off, but don't be fooled... there's a lot of L/G on the way!
Well, *gulps* here I go... Love Connection!
***
Ronnie's POV
Honestly, when I got back together with Lizzie, I didn't think that she would act like this. She was a great girl before... but now she was acting almost snobby. She would boss me around and tell me what to do, and it ticked me off. A lot. But I took it.
The thing was, there was never 'someone else'. It was just that Lizzie had gotten, well, clingy, and I wanted some space to breathe. I felt bad about dumping her, so I recruited her once again two weeks later. But Lizzie McGuire had changed.
"Hey, Ronnie, can you get me a glass of lemonade?" She asked me, flipping through the channels one more time. "With those little umbrellas...?"
I scoffed under my breath so she couldn't hear it. "Sure." I sang in my usual always-be-there-do-whatever-you-want cheery voice. "But we don't have umbrellas."
"Then slice a lemon and put it on the side."
"Whatever you say." I pasted a fake smile on, and she grinned at me as I disappeared into the kitchen for the fourth time that day. First cookies, then jelly beans, then soup, now lemonade??? What was I, her royal servant? 'I live to serve you, madam'... is that what she wanted to hear? In some freak-English accent and wearing a spotless tux, polishing her shoes and cooking for her?
I silently glared at the kitchen wall, indicating that I was glaring at Lizzie on the other side, and stuck my tongue out.
"Tasting the air, eh?" My brother, Damon, chuckled. "Very healthy."
I scowled at him and got out the lemonade mix, mixing it with water in a pitcher furiously.
"Look, man, is she doing this to you?" He said, eyeing the mess I had created. "That's extortion."
"No!" I insisted, adding sugar just like she liked it.
"Oh, and Ronnie... don't make that lame cheap mix kind... maybe you have it frozen... maybe you could squeeze some fresh?" Lizzie called out from the living room.
I stuck my tongue out at the wall again.
"That air must taste very good." Damon grinned sarcastically, and walked over to the refrigerator, reaching for the carton of milk.
"Shut up." I grumbled, dumping the 'lame cheap mix kind' into the drain.
"No really, listen. Why are you letting a girl walk all over you? It's like- "
"Because I owe her." I murmured.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Owe her what?" He said, as he tore open the carton.
"See, look, it's like this... I dumped her and she was really depressed so I'm back with her... and I don't think I like her anymore."
"Whatever, man." Damon chugged down the milk and wiped his mouth on his Hollister t-shirt. "Dump her anyway."
"Ronnie! Hurry up!" Lizzie cried out.
I growled. Maybe it was time to show this little brat a lesson.
***
Lizzie's POV
When Ronnie got out of the kitchen, he wasn't carrying lemonade. In fact, he wasn't carrying anything. I was about to remind him that I had specifically asked him to get me a drink when he said the four magic words.
"We need to talk."
I gulped. Last time I heard those words, Ronnie and I had broken up. You don't think-Nah.
I reached for the remote and flicked the television off. "Sure, what's up?" I said, trying to look as cool and non-concerned as I possibly could, which was pretty hard, under the circumstances.
"What's up is-what's up is that I don't think I can do this."
I froze. "Do... what?"
I knew what he was hinting at. I wasn't dumb. But I wanted to make sure... Ronnie wouldn't dump me again, would he? He really liked me. I really liked him. What was the problem? I searched for things I could've done wrong. Nothing came to mind. I hadn't been clingy, nor bossy, nor snobby. Maybe he was saying something else... anything else but our relationship.
Hopefully.
"You know.. this whole 'being a boyfriend', 'having-a-relationship' thing." He said, not even looking the least bit ashamed. He was so straightforward and cool... as if he had done this a million times.
"Are you saying you want to break up again?" I said, my voice breaking, blinking so a tear wouldn't roll down my cheek.
Not again. No, not again... it hurt too much the first time.
He smiled meekly. "Look, Lizzie, can't we be friends?"
I closed my eyes. This couldn't be happening! Ronnie was half of my life! Why did this have to happen? Friends... friends, he asks? After dumping me, he goes, 'can we be friends?'
I didn't answer him.
My eyes welled up in tears, and I didn't want my *ex-boyfriend* to see me crying so I ran. I ran so fast I almost tripped over myself, out the door, far from the house, away from Ronnie.
It was over.