A/N: All characters mentioned are not mine! I do not own anyone! Only the story. Also, I hope you don't mind if I keep refering to Gordo as David... there's a special reason why I only want Lizzie to call him Gordo and everyone else David. If it's not finished, I'm trying my best to finish it. Please be kind and R&R. And no flames neccessary, plz? Thank you!
Prologue
The halls of a regular high school never failed to let down those that know its routine well. For exactly five minutes each break time in between classes, the halls were filled with students, and on occasion faculty memebers trying to maintain control. Same thing happens during the lunch and recess period. The same thing also happens during the early morning and mid afternoon (aka post last bell) period, yet with a slight twist. During that time, the main doors would be open, allowing the students to have a mere, and promising depending on one's point of view, glance of the outside world.
This one post last bell period still held the usual traffic, and hang out, of students. Not just mere students... but what adults had a natural confusion, and even fear of: teenagers
"Forget it! It's over! I don't even know why I try!"
One young woman and one young man, both sixteen of age, are seen standing against their lockers, watching another girl, also sixteen, pace before them. Lockers nowadays seemed to serve a multi-purpose; as a storage space, a leaning/hang-out post, and on occasion, as a punching frustration taking out bag. During this particular moment, it seemed that one of the lockers will serve its latter stated purpose.
"Ugh!" The pacing young woman turned towards her locker, opened it, screamed into it, then slammed it in dire teenage Dawson's Creek angst.
They watched her pace back and forth in that near dramatic style that only she could pull off. Amusement was shining in their eyes and on their lips. The young man chuckled, while his friend next to him just merely bit her tongue to keep from out right giggling. Their girl's dramatics never failed to amuse them.
"To him and to every other guy in this school, I will always be the mousey blond girl that trips every other day and surprisingly enough never needed plastic surgery for her face!"
Miranda Sanchez finally glanced at the man leaning next to her. "You want to take this, David?"
David, formerly known more as "Gordo", Gordon cast a small smile at Miranda."My pleasure..."
Elizabeth "Lizzie" McGuire continued to pace in front of her best friends. Usually she wasn't that much in a frantic mood, but what Ethan Craft had done to her had pushed her to it!
"Lizzie..." David tried to tap her shoulder, but ducked down when her blond ponytail nearly whiplashed him in the face when she turned around on him. "Whoa! Hey, Liz,"
"It's not fair! I should have learned my lesson two years ago when he turned me down for the Sadie Hawkins Dance!" Near mocking him, "'We don't have... uh, what's that high school course that I'll never pass... that's right, chemistry! We don't have chemistry together!' Ugh! I should have known that falling for a guy that can already predict his high school academic career, or lack thereof, was nothing but trouble!"
"Lizzie..." David tried again, his blue eyes shining with mild amusement and annoyance. "Hey..."
"But nooo... I still try to get him to fall for me about as hard as I've fallen for him! I had to go walk up to him, ask him to the Winter Formal, and of course, get shot down yet again by him! What's even worse... we all including yours truly, knew that it was going to happen! Yet I did it anyway!" Her eyes were flaring now on the brink of frustration.
"Uh-oh..." Miranda's eyes widened, sensing that her friend was going to let out a frustrated scream that would echo like a sonic boom throughout the entire school.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Larry Tudgemen walked up to the small group, just when Miranda was about to book it on out.
Grabbing Larry's arm, "Nothing. Let's go!" Miranda slammed her locker shut, slung her bag over her shoulder, and pulled Larry on out of there.
Still mumbling and griping, "I never learn! Why do I do this to myself?! I mean," Lizzie abruptly stopped, nearly knocking David down. She turned to face him, her eyes really bright with anger... and tears? "What was I thinking?! Thinking that someone as popular and handsome as Ethan Craft would ever look at me twice?"
David paused, regarding Lizzie with kind and loving eyes. He tilted his head thoughtfully, as if choosing his words carefully. He knew Lizzie like the back of his hand, and he knew how when it came to guys, she was at times extremely sensitive.
"Lizzie," Now looking straight into her glistening eyes, "I may not be as popular or as handsome, but I would dare it three times."
Being around the same height, he reached over and slightly pulled down her forehead, giving it a gentle kiss. When he looked back into her eyes, he added with about as much honesty and playfulness, "Maybe even four times."
Lizzie bit her lower lip, trembling as she was on the verge of crying. Her eyes never left his and now as they blinked with tears, she cried, "Damnit, Gordo!" She was the only person that refused to call him by his first name as he requested of everyone when he turned sixteen. Tears rolling down her young face, "I hate you!"
David knew that she really didn't. She just hated how much he knew her and how much he refused to even let her cry over a stupid guy.
A smile finally broke through her tears, "Why can't all guys think like you, Gordo?"
David scoffed, then with a hint of teasing, "If only society can be that lucky! But then again, if guys like Ethan Craft can think like me, you wouldn't even notice him nor be crying over him!"
She glared at him, yet was unable still to remain annoyed at him. "Gordo..."
"Look, Lizzie," David began again, "Remember that moron back in eighth grade? What's his name? Donny? Robby? Larry?"
Smirking at David, crossing her arms, "You know very well that his name was Ronny."
Returning the smirk, "Oh, of course... every sentence out of your mouth had his name in it!"
"Hey!" Lizzie slapped his arm, offended, yet reluctantly grinned, "Okay, yeah... what was I thinking?"
"That's the problem, you weren't." He murmured, though it was loud enough for Lizzie to hear and give him another slap. Smiling at his favorite girl, "Look, my point here is, remember what I told you after that complete moron, Ronny, dumped you?"
Casting a small, yet pensive, smile at David. "Yeah, I remember. That someday, when I moved on, he's going to one day realize that it was his lost."
"Exactly! And the same thing with Ethan and any other guy that will one day break your heart..." Slyly he added, "In which one day I'll go over and break their face..."
Lizzie giggled, then sighed once more as she closed her eyes to allow the final tears to roll down her cheek. David reached over and wiped them away with his gentle touch. She looked at him once more, then pressed her forehead against his. "Gordo... it's not fair." She pouted.
David held his breath, scolding himself to suddenly weaken at their closeness. To allow his heart to race like a scared rabbit at the thought of how beautiful his best friend looked right now. His voice husked and in a whisper, "What's not fair, Liz?"
Speaking with double meaning in her tired voice, "That both Ethan and I failed chemistry..." She wrapped her arms around David's neck, allowed herself into his arms, and burying her face in his shoulder. Lizzie mumbled something into David's shoulder, then repeated her words as they were whispered near his ear. "I only wanted the thunderbolt."
David held his Lizzie, hushing her tears and her broken heart. His own was still pounding fast and with a determination that scared him. Finally, gaining the courage he never knew existed, "Actually, Liz, Ethan was the one that failed chemistry... we didn't... And, maybe you got your thunderbolt... just not with Ethan."
Lizzie McGuire's heart leapt into a terrifying territory that she knew existed, yet was too scared to venture into. Back in her memory, six grades back to her fourth year, to a time where she dreamed of those words, where even now only in dreams. Dreams of the one soul that would capture her heart, a faceless soul, a nameless soul, someone non the less saying these words.
She looked up and into David's eyes, meekly, "I did?"
David nodded, slowly leaning his face towards his best friend, his girl, his Lizzie.
Lizzie herself felt like this was a dream, a dream that she didn't want anyone to wake her from. As she slowly allowed her Gordo to kiss her, in the back of her memory, her heart, she began to recall when her life changed in hopes of finding her thunderbolt.