A/N: Hey, still don't own any of the Lizzie dudes! I know what you're
thinking, Gordo tries it out, Lizzie falls in love with someone on the
website and it turns out to be Gordo, blah blah blah. But, I'm not THAT
predictable. So, glue yourself to this story and find out :-)! Ciao*
So, I gave it a try, why not? I typed in the address, which was pretty easy to remember, even for someone who can't even remember their own birthday! I let my eyes browse up and down the screen. I joined in on the chat as "lizzie_rox". Lame, and boring but I liked it simple. And it gave the guys a clue of what gender I was and whether I rocked or not.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed to myself. There were lots of people in this room. It made sense, I mean, who doesn't want to find true love in "minutes"? I do, that's for sure. I did realize Gordo had a point. But there was no harm of trying.
I looked at the user list and my finger was almost sore from right clicking so many times and looking at their info. I was just about done the whole list when a private chat popped up on my screen. It made me jump a little. I read the name, "xtreme_chad". I right clicked yet again to find out his information. 15, male, L.A. (A/N: Assuming the gang lives in L.A.). Wow. I wondered if it was coincidence, or fate? I quickly read what he wrote and squeaked, grinning to myself. This is somewhat how the conversation went, (A/N: Don't worry, I used proper grammar so that people who don't understand the chat "lingo" can understand it.)
"Hey, I read your profile, you seem cool. Want to chat?" he asked.
"Hi, thanks, you too. What's up?" I replied. Oh, how I wished I could think of something more catchy and cool to say. He must think I'm a total loser!
"Ha-ha, thanks Lizzie."
"How'd you know my name?"
"Uh, 'lizzie_rox'? It's kind of obvious. And if you haven't noticed already, I'm Chad."
Duh! I bonked my forehead with my palm. I'm so stupid! I felt my cheeks turning hot and red as I typed, "Ha-ha, oops! Sorry James, I mean Chad." I joked. I was good.
"I like a girl who can laugh at herself. You're really confident, Lizzie."
Confident? Now THAT'S a good joke! But sure, I'll be confident if you want! I liked this guy!
"So, Lizzie. Do you have a picture of yourself?"
I didn't know what to do! What if he thought I was ugly? All the possibilities raced through my mind as my fingers danced on the keys, not knowing what to write. All except one, I never thought for once that it could've been dangerous. Well, maybe I did somewhere in my brain. But then another part, a much bigger part of my brain, said "Yeah right!"
I found an awesome picture of me at the Valentine dance earlier this year. I was wearing a sparkly, short, navy dress with spaghetti straps and my favourite, black, 2 inch heels. My hair was half up in a messy bun and the hair left down was curled. My longish bangs had been made into corkscrew twists. I was wearing a sapphire necklace and had a genuine, radiant smile.
Normally, I would've thought I looked great! That is, if my picture wasn't placed right beside Kate's in the gallery. As much as I hated to admit it. And as much power and glam she would feel if I said this to her face. She always had to look outstanding. I sighed deeply as I compared my now dull and boring outfit to her amazing dress. It looked so.elegant! It was silky, expensive and gorgeous! And her hair looked like it cost a fortune! My hair was done in like, 20 minutes and I had to finish my make- up in the car because we were already late.
Do you know how hard it is to put on mascara in the car? I had like, hardly any mirror except the review mirror because our car was so cheap. It didn't even have a fold down mirror on top of the seat! Plus, it was bumping and curving and going as fast as Chad is going to run, far away as possible, after he sees a glimpse of me. He'll probably be so scared he'd unplug his computer for a month!
Suddenly, I had an idea. It seemed pretty crazy, and if you told anybody I did this, I'd deny it! I right clicked on the picture and saved it to my computer. I look at the opened chat and saw that Chad was being pretty impatient and was wondering where I was. I sent the picture to him. But it wasn't the picture you thought it was, unless you're smart and like doing puzzles. It was Kate's. I still wasn't sure if what I was doing was right.
I opened Chad's picture and gasped in amazement. Wow! He looked like he was 18! He was SO hot! Oh, Miranda is going to be so jealous. He was tall, muscular with dark brown hair and had the most mysterious and beautiful brown eyes! I wondered if God took more care and effort on one of his eyes than all of any other human being on the planet!
I looked at the conversation and read his many compliments. It was then, and only then, that I didn't feel guilty of what I did. I may have felt sad that he thought Kate looked good, but I wasn't guilty. That is, if Chad liked me.
A/N: Hope you liked it! It's going to get good, trust me! I'll do chapter 4 later tonight or tomorrow. Please review and tell me what you think! Ciao*
So, I gave it a try, why not? I typed in the address, which was pretty easy to remember, even for someone who can't even remember their own birthday! I let my eyes browse up and down the screen. I joined in on the chat as "lizzie_rox". Lame, and boring but I liked it simple. And it gave the guys a clue of what gender I was and whether I rocked or not.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed to myself. There were lots of people in this room. It made sense, I mean, who doesn't want to find true love in "minutes"? I do, that's for sure. I did realize Gordo had a point. But there was no harm of trying.
I looked at the user list and my finger was almost sore from right clicking so many times and looking at their info. I was just about done the whole list when a private chat popped up on my screen. It made me jump a little. I read the name, "xtreme_chad". I right clicked yet again to find out his information. 15, male, L.A. (A/N: Assuming the gang lives in L.A.). Wow. I wondered if it was coincidence, or fate? I quickly read what he wrote and squeaked, grinning to myself. This is somewhat how the conversation went, (A/N: Don't worry, I used proper grammar so that people who don't understand the chat "lingo" can understand it.)
"Hey, I read your profile, you seem cool. Want to chat?" he asked.
"Hi, thanks, you too. What's up?" I replied. Oh, how I wished I could think of something more catchy and cool to say. He must think I'm a total loser!
"Ha-ha, thanks Lizzie."
"How'd you know my name?"
"Uh, 'lizzie_rox'? It's kind of obvious. And if you haven't noticed already, I'm Chad."
Duh! I bonked my forehead with my palm. I'm so stupid! I felt my cheeks turning hot and red as I typed, "Ha-ha, oops! Sorry James, I mean Chad." I joked. I was good.
"I like a girl who can laugh at herself. You're really confident, Lizzie."
Confident? Now THAT'S a good joke! But sure, I'll be confident if you want! I liked this guy!
"So, Lizzie. Do you have a picture of yourself?"
I didn't know what to do! What if he thought I was ugly? All the possibilities raced through my mind as my fingers danced on the keys, not knowing what to write. All except one, I never thought for once that it could've been dangerous. Well, maybe I did somewhere in my brain. But then another part, a much bigger part of my brain, said "Yeah right!"
I found an awesome picture of me at the Valentine dance earlier this year. I was wearing a sparkly, short, navy dress with spaghetti straps and my favourite, black, 2 inch heels. My hair was half up in a messy bun and the hair left down was curled. My longish bangs had been made into corkscrew twists. I was wearing a sapphire necklace and had a genuine, radiant smile.
Normally, I would've thought I looked great! That is, if my picture wasn't placed right beside Kate's in the gallery. As much as I hated to admit it. And as much power and glam she would feel if I said this to her face. She always had to look outstanding. I sighed deeply as I compared my now dull and boring outfit to her amazing dress. It looked so.elegant! It was silky, expensive and gorgeous! And her hair looked like it cost a fortune! My hair was done in like, 20 minutes and I had to finish my make- up in the car because we were already late.
Do you know how hard it is to put on mascara in the car? I had like, hardly any mirror except the review mirror because our car was so cheap. It didn't even have a fold down mirror on top of the seat! Plus, it was bumping and curving and going as fast as Chad is going to run, far away as possible, after he sees a glimpse of me. He'll probably be so scared he'd unplug his computer for a month!
Suddenly, I had an idea. It seemed pretty crazy, and if you told anybody I did this, I'd deny it! I right clicked on the picture and saved it to my computer. I look at the opened chat and saw that Chad was being pretty impatient and was wondering where I was. I sent the picture to him. But it wasn't the picture you thought it was, unless you're smart and like doing puzzles. It was Kate's. I still wasn't sure if what I was doing was right.
I opened Chad's picture and gasped in amazement. Wow! He looked like he was 18! He was SO hot! Oh, Miranda is going to be so jealous. He was tall, muscular with dark brown hair and had the most mysterious and beautiful brown eyes! I wondered if God took more care and effort on one of his eyes than all of any other human being on the planet!
I looked at the conversation and read his many compliments. It was then, and only then, that I didn't feel guilty of what I did. I may have felt sad that he thought Kate looked good, but I wasn't guilty. That is, if Chad liked me.
A/N: Hope you liked it! It's going to get good, trust me! I'll do chapter 4 later tonight or tomorrow. Please review and tell me what you think! Ciao*