A/N: I just bought Lizzie McGuire and You've Got Mail copyrights =)
((mumbles incoherently)) don't believe anything I say, I have no legal
entitlement. The gnomes are coming...
Lizzie stared at the reflection in the mirror. Had she just discovered something she shouldn't know? Why did she feel so incredibly uncomfortable?
"Lizzie calm down, what's the matter?" Miranda soothed, placing a hand on Lizzie's shoulder and squeezing gently.
"Miranda, I think I know what Gordo's talking about".
"Do you know how absurd you sound right now?" Miranda shook her head, "Lizzie, there are millions on the 'Net, as if Gordo was talking about you".
At that moment Lizzie came to her senses. Miranda was right, what were the odds of that guy possibly being Gordo?
"You're right," she gave in, satisfied that Miranda had solved the problem, "what would I do without you?"
"Probably go insane," Miranda teased and they both laughed.
The pair fixed themselves up; adjusting their hair and making sure their clothes were all neat and tidy before complementing each other and heading down the hall to social studies.
Not at all to their surprise, Mr. Dig sat behind the head desk, giving instructions. It seemed to both Lizzie and Miranda that they had this substitute teacher more often than any other. He wasn't a bad teacher though, which was lucky, seeing as he was teaching them several different subjects occasionally.
Miranda knocked on the open door and Mr. Dig rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time this pair had been late, but they always seemed to have a reasonable excuse. His outstretched arm pointing to the rest of the class was the only signal the girls needed to enter the room.
Both Miranda and Lizzie took their usual seats, Miranda in front of Larry on the far left side and Lizzie to the left of Gordo in the center of the room.
When Mr. Dig had turned around in an attempt to teach history by using a map, to the class, who were quite uninterested on the topic of the Second World War, Lizzie looked over at Gordo who appeared to be very much listening intently to Mr. Dig's words. She didn't realize it but she must have stared at Gordo for a good minute or so, analyzing his features and reflecting on their last conversation.
"Ms. McGuire, I take it Mr. Gordon's profile is a map that conveniently reflects that of Eastern Europe's?" Mr. Dig stated sarcastically, catching Lizzie off guard and creating a titter around the room.
It was not unknown to their classmates; Lizzie and Gordo both had some hidden, deeper feelings for one another but refused to reveal their feelings for unknown reasons. Fear, perhaps, but neither was prepared to admit it.
Lizzie sat stunned for a moment, cheeks flushed. She wasn't sure what to say to Mr. Dig but more importantly to Gordo. She felt his eyes upon her. She knew he'd be annoyed with her; she did just embarrass him in front of the entire class inadvertently. Mr. Dig had made it appear worse than it was.
"I- no Mr. Dig, I was just- going to ask Gordo- for a pen," she stammered, adding anything to her lie that sounded reasonably believable.
Mr. Dig was not in the slightest bit evil. In fact, he had no intention of having such an effect on Lizzie. He knew full well she was lying but let it go; it was as obvious to him as any of Lizzie or Gordo's classmates, there was definitely something going on and he didn't want to obstruct that.
"Just borrow it and don't take so long about it Ms. McGuire," he said, trying to sound as possible and without giving away his lie.
For the remainder of the day things went along as smoothly as could be. Tudgeman got caught on the poll during the new flag raising ceremony and tore the gopher flag. It was just one of 'those' days, everything was normal as could be and considering the history of Hillridge Junior High, the norm was by far rare.
Lizzie explained to Gordo that she'd suddenly remembered where she'd left her physical education gear, which just happened to be the toilet. Although they didn't even have P.E., as it was referred to that day, Gordo tried to the best of his ability to believe Lizzie. The fact that she couldn't produce her P.E. gear at any time during the day made him suspicious, but he didn't seem to notice that much. He was too engrossed in what Mr. Dig had been teaching them about the Second World War. An assessment was happily received on the way out of class and Gordo had somehow, already neared completing it. Lizzie had not even glanced at what their task was.
When Lizzie walked through the front door of the McGuire residence, all was quiet. Matt and his silent friend Lanny were not to be seen. That made Lizzie happy.
She trudged up the flight of stairs and walked into her bedroom, everything was as it should be; that worried her.
An observer would treat this scene as completely typical but for Lizzie it meant trouble. It meant Matt was up to something. He always got home earlier than she did due to the bus timetables. Matt could get home more less 10 minutes after leaving school; Lizzie would be home nearly 30 minutes after leaving school. It was not a large window of opportunity, but knowing the ability of Matt and his wacky friends, it was just large enough.
She dropped her heavier-than-usual-schoolbag to the ground. Gordo had given her some 'help' with the assessment Mr. Dig had handed out. Had Lizzie known that meant every book on the Eastern Front from 1941 to 1945, she would have thought better of Gordo's assistance. She didn't want to hurt him though, things were a little fragile it seemed.
Lizzie wiggled her electronic mouse and watched her computer screen come to life. To her surprise her background that was formerly a swishing orange, geometric like artwork had proudly displayed itself. Now, a picture of her brother Matt smiling wickedly, festooned the screen. A small message had been printed beneath his face, which read: 'this is only the beginning'.
Surprising even herself, Lizzie nodded slightly, not at all angered; what could he possibly do?
'If he does have the nerve to do something drastic, I'll just break his legs,' she thought, smiling all the while. Of course Lizzie was not a violent person, just to her brother.
She altered the settings and found it slightly more difficult than first thought to remove her brother's picture from her computer. It was highly irregular but did not deter her; she'd get back at him as soon as she could think of some way to.
Lizzie shook her head and sighed once things were back to normal. She had originally come on to check that forum. Although it had been the reason for her problems earlier in the day, it was simply a misunderstanding. In fact, now that she had looked back on it, it was simply ridiculous to have even made the connection between Gordo and the guy. It was impossible. She was thankful for friends like Gordo and Miranda, they always kept one in check.
She arrived at the forum again and noticed that 'Smarter Guy' as he referred to himself, had indeed replied again.
'Well, well, well it seems I gave you too much credit. If I could meet you, I'd knock some sense into you and "physically prove" everything! In fact add me to your contact list; next time your online we can talk and you'll see for yourself, smarter guys ARE better than hot guys. I just can't believe how many people out there are as foolish as you are, it's totally beyond me sometimes,' and his rant ended.
Lizzie was apprehensive and irritated slightly. This guy was just plain wrong and she didn't need to prove anything, but she couldn't pull out without a fight, her honour and dignity were at stake.
She added him to her contact list and smiled proudly, this guy didn't know what he was getting himself into.
"NOW LANNY!" screamed Matt from down the hall. Lizzie spun on her chair to face the doorway; there stood Matt and Lanny the 'silent one'. It was hard to tell but they appeared to be dressed in robes reminding her of-
"Ninjas?" she said aloud, "gosh Matt, grow up. It's like your plans and childish games get lamer and lamer".
"Grasshoper, we have been shown the light," Matt said, bowing at the waist and tieing a band around his forehead.
"Is that mine?" Lizzie asked, rising to her feet and scowling.
Lanny looked at Matt and tugged his robes at the elbow, to which Matt instantly responded, "you're right Lanny, we HAVE awoken the sleeping dragon!" and they both fled Lizzie's room as she chased after them.
Lizzie stared at the reflection in the mirror. Had she just discovered something she shouldn't know? Why did she feel so incredibly uncomfortable?
"Lizzie calm down, what's the matter?" Miranda soothed, placing a hand on Lizzie's shoulder and squeezing gently.
"Miranda, I think I know what Gordo's talking about".
"Do you know how absurd you sound right now?" Miranda shook her head, "Lizzie, there are millions on the 'Net, as if Gordo was talking about you".
At that moment Lizzie came to her senses. Miranda was right, what were the odds of that guy possibly being Gordo?
"You're right," she gave in, satisfied that Miranda had solved the problem, "what would I do without you?"
"Probably go insane," Miranda teased and they both laughed.
The pair fixed themselves up; adjusting their hair and making sure their clothes were all neat and tidy before complementing each other and heading down the hall to social studies.
Not at all to their surprise, Mr. Dig sat behind the head desk, giving instructions. It seemed to both Lizzie and Miranda that they had this substitute teacher more often than any other. He wasn't a bad teacher though, which was lucky, seeing as he was teaching them several different subjects occasionally.
Miranda knocked on the open door and Mr. Dig rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time this pair had been late, but they always seemed to have a reasonable excuse. His outstretched arm pointing to the rest of the class was the only signal the girls needed to enter the room.
Both Miranda and Lizzie took their usual seats, Miranda in front of Larry on the far left side and Lizzie to the left of Gordo in the center of the room.
When Mr. Dig had turned around in an attempt to teach history by using a map, to the class, who were quite uninterested on the topic of the Second World War, Lizzie looked over at Gordo who appeared to be very much listening intently to Mr. Dig's words. She didn't realize it but she must have stared at Gordo for a good minute or so, analyzing his features and reflecting on their last conversation.
"Ms. McGuire, I take it Mr. Gordon's profile is a map that conveniently reflects that of Eastern Europe's?" Mr. Dig stated sarcastically, catching Lizzie off guard and creating a titter around the room.
It was not unknown to their classmates; Lizzie and Gordo both had some hidden, deeper feelings for one another but refused to reveal their feelings for unknown reasons. Fear, perhaps, but neither was prepared to admit it.
Lizzie sat stunned for a moment, cheeks flushed. She wasn't sure what to say to Mr. Dig but more importantly to Gordo. She felt his eyes upon her. She knew he'd be annoyed with her; she did just embarrass him in front of the entire class inadvertently. Mr. Dig had made it appear worse than it was.
"I- no Mr. Dig, I was just- going to ask Gordo- for a pen," she stammered, adding anything to her lie that sounded reasonably believable.
Mr. Dig was not in the slightest bit evil. In fact, he had no intention of having such an effect on Lizzie. He knew full well she was lying but let it go; it was as obvious to him as any of Lizzie or Gordo's classmates, there was definitely something going on and he didn't want to obstruct that.
"Just borrow it and don't take so long about it Ms. McGuire," he said, trying to sound as possible and without giving away his lie.
For the remainder of the day things went along as smoothly as could be. Tudgeman got caught on the poll during the new flag raising ceremony and tore the gopher flag. It was just one of 'those' days, everything was normal as could be and considering the history of Hillridge Junior High, the norm was by far rare.
Lizzie explained to Gordo that she'd suddenly remembered where she'd left her physical education gear, which just happened to be the toilet. Although they didn't even have P.E., as it was referred to that day, Gordo tried to the best of his ability to believe Lizzie. The fact that she couldn't produce her P.E. gear at any time during the day made him suspicious, but he didn't seem to notice that much. He was too engrossed in what Mr. Dig had been teaching them about the Second World War. An assessment was happily received on the way out of class and Gordo had somehow, already neared completing it. Lizzie had not even glanced at what their task was.
When Lizzie walked through the front door of the McGuire residence, all was quiet. Matt and his silent friend Lanny were not to be seen. That made Lizzie happy.
She trudged up the flight of stairs and walked into her bedroom, everything was as it should be; that worried her.
An observer would treat this scene as completely typical but for Lizzie it meant trouble. It meant Matt was up to something. He always got home earlier than she did due to the bus timetables. Matt could get home more less 10 minutes after leaving school; Lizzie would be home nearly 30 minutes after leaving school. It was not a large window of opportunity, but knowing the ability of Matt and his wacky friends, it was just large enough.
She dropped her heavier-than-usual-schoolbag to the ground. Gordo had given her some 'help' with the assessment Mr. Dig had handed out. Had Lizzie known that meant every book on the Eastern Front from 1941 to 1945, she would have thought better of Gordo's assistance. She didn't want to hurt him though, things were a little fragile it seemed.
Lizzie wiggled her electronic mouse and watched her computer screen come to life. To her surprise her background that was formerly a swishing orange, geometric like artwork had proudly displayed itself. Now, a picture of her brother Matt smiling wickedly, festooned the screen. A small message had been printed beneath his face, which read: 'this is only the beginning'.
Surprising even herself, Lizzie nodded slightly, not at all angered; what could he possibly do?
'If he does have the nerve to do something drastic, I'll just break his legs,' she thought, smiling all the while. Of course Lizzie was not a violent person, just to her brother.
She altered the settings and found it slightly more difficult than first thought to remove her brother's picture from her computer. It was highly irregular but did not deter her; she'd get back at him as soon as she could think of some way to.
Lizzie shook her head and sighed once things were back to normal. She had originally come on to check that forum. Although it had been the reason for her problems earlier in the day, it was simply a misunderstanding. In fact, now that she had looked back on it, it was simply ridiculous to have even made the connection between Gordo and the guy. It was impossible. She was thankful for friends like Gordo and Miranda, they always kept one in check.
She arrived at the forum again and noticed that 'Smarter Guy' as he referred to himself, had indeed replied again.
'Well, well, well it seems I gave you too much credit. If I could meet you, I'd knock some sense into you and "physically prove" everything! In fact add me to your contact list; next time your online we can talk and you'll see for yourself, smarter guys ARE better than hot guys. I just can't believe how many people out there are as foolish as you are, it's totally beyond me sometimes,' and his rant ended.
Lizzie was apprehensive and irritated slightly. This guy was just plain wrong and she didn't need to prove anything, but she couldn't pull out without a fight, her honour and dignity were at stake.
She added him to her contact list and smiled proudly, this guy didn't know what he was getting himself into.
"NOW LANNY!" screamed Matt from down the hall. Lizzie spun on her chair to face the doorway; there stood Matt and Lanny the 'silent one'. It was hard to tell but they appeared to be dressed in robes reminding her of-
"Ninjas?" she said aloud, "gosh Matt, grow up. It's like your plans and childish games get lamer and lamer".
"Grasshoper, we have been shown the light," Matt said, bowing at the waist and tieing a band around his forehead.
"Is that mine?" Lizzie asked, rising to her feet and scowling.
Lanny looked at Matt and tugged his robes at the elbow, to which Matt instantly responded, "you're right Lanny, we HAVE awoken the sleeping dragon!" and they both fled Lizzie's room as she chased after them.