A/N: This should have been uploaded yesterday but my keyboard died =| Ah
well, no worries now, my parents got me a wireless desktop thing, it's
cool, there's no cords in the mouse and keyboard =) *shrugs* maybe things
do happen for a reason. Anywho, just going to go on with the usual stuff
about me not owning Lizzie McGuire, You've Got Mail, brand names herein
mentioned, so on and so forth. I'll update daily if possible =D Enough
from me now and on with the show.
Lizzie sat staring at her screen, reading about the all-new mega-fantastic lip-gloss line from somewhere in Paris. Apparently it could re-apply itself using micro scent technology; of course it cost an absolute fortune and Lizzie was for a moment tempted to give Gordo a call on the phone for a bit of 'assistance' but she thought better of it after what he had done with the dress.
She sighed softly and continued to read. It wasn't important or anything. Just a study she had been instructed to do for art class. For a moment, she was truly concentrating but her train of thought was shattered when she noticed the ever-familiar 'you've got mail' message in the top right of her screen.
Like most people, she became quite excited as to who had been the sender of such a message. It was always good to receive something, be it a few lines long or a whole thesis. Lizzie was no exception. In fact, she loved being sent email or letters. It made her feel that the author of the message really cared for her. When one takes the time to reflect on each message they receive, one realizes that the author of the message has taken time out of their day to specifically consider recipient. At least, that was how Lizzie saw it.
She waved the mouse cursor over the 'read new message' button and clicked. Instantly, a new window sprung above the rest and displayed itself. Lizzie did not recognize the email of the author but continued to read:
'Dear Sleeping_Beauty,
You don't know me that well so I have no idea what has possessed me to write this but I feel like you may be the only one in the world to help me right now.
You see, I'm in a bit of a predicament and after our altercation on that forum, I deem you to be my extreme opposite. We probably have little or nothing in common, which makes this all that much harder but I've got nothing to lose by trying this.
What I'm trying to say is that I need your help and to ask for a temporary truce. So what do you say? If you waver this email aside into your 'insanity pile' then I'll understand but if you do decide to throw me a bone, then please reply as soon as possible.
The last person you'd expect,
Smarter_Guy' And that was it. Lizzie stared, quite stunned by the message. Some random person from who-knows-where had just asked for her help. Of course, she did remember the nasty things he had said to her but thought nothing of it. Lizzie was one to stand up and face the issue despite how much it might damage her.
At that thought, Gordo jumped into her head. She could do everything almost, except have the courage to stand up to him and tell him how she really felt.
'Who am I to give advice to some poor guy from what could be- anywhere?' she thought, 'but he's practically begging' she added.
Although it felt odd to be handing out advice to virtually a complete stranger, she shunned the qualms in her mind began to type.
'Dear Smarter_Guy,
I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot by I guess we could work around things and come to some arrangement.
And yes, yes I will give you whatever advice you need. Just a warning though, I'm not good at it; I can't even give myself advice sometimes. Maybe we could, if you like that is, exchange advice between one another.
It feels strange that I'm helping a complete stranger but if you help me too then I guess things won't be so bad. Maybe it'll work out for the better.
Your foe turned friend,
Sleeping_Beauty'
She read over the message a few times, altering it slightly in places before clicking the 'send' button with her mouse.
Her mind was briefly in turmoil. It was weird and yet wonderful to be helping someone who was not more than a few days ago one of her 'adversaries'.
Lizzie left her room and walked briskly down the flight of stairs in the McGuire residence. She had no reason but to make her way to the kitchen for a light snack. One would see this a simple task but unfortunately little brothers have always got a stranglehold on the situation when one least expects it.
Matt McGuire and Lanny stood or rather, semi-squatted in the dining room, which ran into the kitchen, separated only by a counter.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Lizzie groaned. "Lanny and I are 'focusing our inner auras' by meditating,' Matt replied, without opening his eyes. Lanny nodded vigorously, also without opening his eyes.
Lizzie gave her trademark 'whatever' look and walked into the kitchen to continue getting the snack she wanted. Of course, the first place she looked was the refrigerator. Swinging the door open, she gasped at the site of- nothing.
"MATT!" she screamed.
"Sister dear, Lanny and I have removed all the unnecessary items that cloud the mind of a ninja," Matt's response came, expecting his sister's exclamation at the lack of food or in this case, the lack of any food.
Lizzie breathed deeply and looked over at Matt and Lanny who were, for the first time that she could ever remember, quiet and collected. It was a change from the usual boisterous Matt and Lanny but was no different when it came 'schemes'. This was a typical occurrence, their want to try anything and everything, despite recognizing the consequences, results and impact whatever it was they were doing had on those around them.
She walked over between the two, who were facing one another as they meditated and pushed them each backward.
"Hey! What's with the violence? Don't make me bust out the ninja moves," Matt protested, supported by Lanny's stern look.
"If you don't get all that food back in that fridge before mom and dad get home, I'll bust out my moves which involve much wedgieing," Lizzie replied, smiling all the while.
"Lanny I don't think we're ready for that kind of stuff just yet. Maybe we should get the food back," Matt said to Lanny, disregarding his sister but acknowledging her threat, knowing deep down it was not likely to be an idle one.
The pair jumped up and ran off, leaving Lizzie to her business. She was still quite hungry and was about to commence a search for anything that could be consumed safely when the phone rang.
She grabbed the wall telephone from its cradle in the kitchen and spoke.
"Hey, is Lizzie there? It's Gordo," that familiar voice came through.
"It's me Gordo, what's up?" she replied, flushing slightly. This was the first time they had spoken since their slight 'incident' at school.
"My mom's going to the mall in twenty minutes, want to go to the Digital Bean?" he asked, quite casually. It wasn't one of 'those' invitations, but Lizzie didn't mind, although she had often thought of 'going out' with Gordo on a more personal basis.
"Sure, I'll be there," she answered.
"We'll pick you up in fifteen or so, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine, see you then," she said and hung up upon receiving his goodbye.
She wanted Gordo to ask her out. In fact, once she'd even thought of asking him herself but had somehow failed at the last minute. Perhaps this was something she could ask for advice with that- that 'Smarter_Guy'? She didn't know what to think.
Lizzie sat staring at her screen, reading about the all-new mega-fantastic lip-gloss line from somewhere in Paris. Apparently it could re-apply itself using micro scent technology; of course it cost an absolute fortune and Lizzie was for a moment tempted to give Gordo a call on the phone for a bit of 'assistance' but she thought better of it after what he had done with the dress.
She sighed softly and continued to read. It wasn't important or anything. Just a study she had been instructed to do for art class. For a moment, she was truly concentrating but her train of thought was shattered when she noticed the ever-familiar 'you've got mail' message in the top right of her screen.
Like most people, she became quite excited as to who had been the sender of such a message. It was always good to receive something, be it a few lines long or a whole thesis. Lizzie was no exception. In fact, she loved being sent email or letters. It made her feel that the author of the message really cared for her. When one takes the time to reflect on each message they receive, one realizes that the author of the message has taken time out of their day to specifically consider recipient. At least, that was how Lizzie saw it.
She waved the mouse cursor over the 'read new message' button and clicked. Instantly, a new window sprung above the rest and displayed itself. Lizzie did not recognize the email of the author but continued to read:
'Dear Sleeping_Beauty,
You don't know me that well so I have no idea what has possessed me to write this but I feel like you may be the only one in the world to help me right now.
You see, I'm in a bit of a predicament and after our altercation on that forum, I deem you to be my extreme opposite. We probably have little or nothing in common, which makes this all that much harder but I've got nothing to lose by trying this.
What I'm trying to say is that I need your help and to ask for a temporary truce. So what do you say? If you waver this email aside into your 'insanity pile' then I'll understand but if you do decide to throw me a bone, then please reply as soon as possible.
The last person you'd expect,
Smarter_Guy' And that was it. Lizzie stared, quite stunned by the message. Some random person from who-knows-where had just asked for her help. Of course, she did remember the nasty things he had said to her but thought nothing of it. Lizzie was one to stand up and face the issue despite how much it might damage her.
At that thought, Gordo jumped into her head. She could do everything almost, except have the courage to stand up to him and tell him how she really felt.
'Who am I to give advice to some poor guy from what could be- anywhere?' she thought, 'but he's practically begging' she added.
Although it felt odd to be handing out advice to virtually a complete stranger, she shunned the qualms in her mind began to type.
'Dear Smarter_Guy,
I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot by I guess we could work around things and come to some arrangement.
And yes, yes I will give you whatever advice you need. Just a warning though, I'm not good at it; I can't even give myself advice sometimes. Maybe we could, if you like that is, exchange advice between one another.
It feels strange that I'm helping a complete stranger but if you help me too then I guess things won't be so bad. Maybe it'll work out for the better.
Your foe turned friend,
Sleeping_Beauty'
She read over the message a few times, altering it slightly in places before clicking the 'send' button with her mouse.
Her mind was briefly in turmoil. It was weird and yet wonderful to be helping someone who was not more than a few days ago one of her 'adversaries'.
Lizzie left her room and walked briskly down the flight of stairs in the McGuire residence. She had no reason but to make her way to the kitchen for a light snack. One would see this a simple task but unfortunately little brothers have always got a stranglehold on the situation when one least expects it.
Matt McGuire and Lanny stood or rather, semi-squatted in the dining room, which ran into the kitchen, separated only by a counter.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Lizzie groaned. "Lanny and I are 'focusing our inner auras' by meditating,' Matt replied, without opening his eyes. Lanny nodded vigorously, also without opening his eyes.
Lizzie gave her trademark 'whatever' look and walked into the kitchen to continue getting the snack she wanted. Of course, the first place she looked was the refrigerator. Swinging the door open, she gasped at the site of- nothing.
"MATT!" she screamed.
"Sister dear, Lanny and I have removed all the unnecessary items that cloud the mind of a ninja," Matt's response came, expecting his sister's exclamation at the lack of food or in this case, the lack of any food.
Lizzie breathed deeply and looked over at Matt and Lanny who were, for the first time that she could ever remember, quiet and collected. It was a change from the usual boisterous Matt and Lanny but was no different when it came 'schemes'. This was a typical occurrence, their want to try anything and everything, despite recognizing the consequences, results and impact whatever it was they were doing had on those around them.
She walked over between the two, who were facing one another as they meditated and pushed them each backward.
"Hey! What's with the violence? Don't make me bust out the ninja moves," Matt protested, supported by Lanny's stern look.
"If you don't get all that food back in that fridge before mom and dad get home, I'll bust out my moves which involve much wedgieing," Lizzie replied, smiling all the while.
"Lanny I don't think we're ready for that kind of stuff just yet. Maybe we should get the food back," Matt said to Lanny, disregarding his sister but acknowledging her threat, knowing deep down it was not likely to be an idle one.
The pair jumped up and ran off, leaving Lizzie to her business. She was still quite hungry and was about to commence a search for anything that could be consumed safely when the phone rang.
She grabbed the wall telephone from its cradle in the kitchen and spoke.
"Hey, is Lizzie there? It's Gordo," that familiar voice came through.
"It's me Gordo, what's up?" she replied, flushing slightly. This was the first time they had spoken since their slight 'incident' at school.
"My mom's going to the mall in twenty minutes, want to go to the Digital Bean?" he asked, quite casually. It wasn't one of 'those' invitations, but Lizzie didn't mind, although she had often thought of 'going out' with Gordo on a more personal basis.
"Sure, I'll be there," she answered.
"We'll pick you up in fifteen or so, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine, see you then," she said and hung up upon receiving his goodbye.
She wanted Gordo to ask her out. In fact, once she'd even thought of asking him herself but had somehow failed at the last minute. Perhaps this was something she could ask for advice with that- that 'Smarter_Guy'? She didn't know what to think.