A/N: Hey all again, just another update and general disclaimer. I don't
own Lizzie McGuire, You've Got Mail or brand names herein mentioned.
Anyway, here we go again =)
Lizzie walked into the English room, which was incidentally the last class she had with Gordo. Gordo hadn't come out to lunch with her and seeing as Miranda was still away on vacation, she was rather lonely. She had been wondering why he hadn't caught up with her after class and decided to retrace her steps, there were only a few places he could be. And there he was. She looked up at him, sitting before the computer quietly, his head rested heavily on one arm.
There was definitely something amiss with him. Gordo hadn't changed per se, but he wasn't his usual self either. Sure they had their moments of fun and games, typical of their relationship but now- now there was certainly something bothering him.
Most people knew exactly what the problem was. Gordo and Lizzie were always considered an 'item' amongst the social strata of Hillridge Junior High but little was truly known about their relationship.
Miranda of course, knew specifically what was going on but she wasn't here so how could she help? Lizzie wanted Miranda- rather she needed Miranda. Lizzie felt she knew Gordo like no other person. She knew how to interpret him like no other could. She had at the best of times, an insight into his heart and mind, which was significantly difficult to crack.
Gordo was a closed book; it was hard to differentiate between his emotions of elation or anxiousness. He had this peculiar theory that he was 'poles apart' as he had put it, from any other teenager. He didn't want to act all emotional or sensitive; he didn't want to follow trends; he didn't want to be just another 'teen'. Maybe it was his way of coping with the change from child to adult but it often perplexed Lizzie.
She continued to stare at him, trying to comprehend what he was all about. Unlike many of the other people who participated at Hillridge Junior High she was acquainted with, Lizzie wanted to know what went on in Gordo's head.
She edged silently closer. He was engrossed in whatever it was he was reading and typing and had not become aware of her presence. The clouds outside had darkened to a more sinister looking grey and the lights were off in the room. The only bright light that gave the room any sort of illumination came from Gordo's computer.
Maybe it was her curious nature but her gaze fell upon Gordo's screen. It was not at all intentional, just one of those things that inadvertently happened. Human sight is uncontrollable when not focused. It can wander where it pleases for no reason other than interest. Lizzie's sparkling blue eyes had not realized exactly what they had stumbled upon until the words that appeared from nothingness were clearly focused and readable.
Shock overcame her. Shock and one million and one questions that is.
By pure mistake, Lizzie bumped a chair and lost her balance. She fell backwards and lay on her back upon landing. She lay there. The world seemed to go in slow motion for a moment. She blinked for what felt like a few seconds and opened her eyes once more to see Gordo kneeling next to her.
"McGuire, are you okay?" he said, laughing slightly.
"Err- fine Gordo. Thanks for the support," she answered sarcastically. She didn't want jokes, she wanted comfort; the floor was hard.
He stood again and lowered his outstretched arm to pull her up. She held onto his arm tightly and he pulled her up, still laughing somewhat.
"Laugh it up," she grumbled and straightened herself out, patting her clothing in various spots and rubbing the back of her head.
The screen in which Gordo had been typing things on was empty but a photo of it all was imprinted in her head.
"I never saw you come in," he stated, "in fact, I didn't even hear you come in".
"Oh- you know, Matt's taught me a few things," she said and laughed.
Gordo laughed too, "and I taught him," he replied, thumbing his shirt, pretending to have suspenders.
Lizzie began to laugh hysterically; Gordo had a strange sense of humour but it was uniquely Gordo and that made it all the more special.
Reality kicked in again and the words flashed across her mind.
"Gordo," she began, "what were you doing?"
"What was I doing when?" he replied suspiciously.
"Oh- when you were typing on that 'puter," she said smiling, attempting to cover it all in act, as if it was all just casual conversation.
"Oh that. Yeah I was just finishing another essay that's due soon," he lied.
"Yeah but we don't have any essays due soon," she added.
Gordo swallowed. Knowing full well now, that he had been caught out, "if you must know, it was just a letter to someone for advice," he said truthfully. "Why can't you ask me for advice?" she asked, pretending to act hurt. She knew more than she was letting on.
"Lizzie- it's kinda something you can't give advice on," he explained, trying to be democratic in his choice of words.
She nodded, reflecting on the words he had written previously, "okay- if you say so. But remember, I'm always here and if you need to tell me something- then do it, I won't mind what it is".
Gordo looked away for a moment and then said, "I really have to go- Tudgeman- yeah Tudgeman- he wanted this thing on- Alien- Hamster babies," he lied.
Lizzie looked at him strangely, bemused and nodded. Gordo jumped down the last tier and bolted from the room.
Things had changed. Now she was certain. She knew exactly what she had wanted to hear for well over a few years. She looked up at the computer and then at the door. Gordo was well and truly gone, so she sat down and logged on, immediately checking her email.
Strangely and yet not surprisingly was an email from 'Smarter_Guy'. Furthermore, it had exactly the same ending as the words Gordo had written not more than five minutes before.
She read them over and over again just to let it sink in:
'. and you see the thing is; the thing is I think I like -that is- love my best friend .'
There was of course, much more to it. Gordo had written to her, without any knowledge that of whom she really was.
Tears welled in Lizzie's eyes, she was incredibly light-headed.
Lizzie walked into the English room, which was incidentally the last class she had with Gordo. Gordo hadn't come out to lunch with her and seeing as Miranda was still away on vacation, she was rather lonely. She had been wondering why he hadn't caught up with her after class and decided to retrace her steps, there were only a few places he could be. And there he was. She looked up at him, sitting before the computer quietly, his head rested heavily on one arm.
There was definitely something amiss with him. Gordo hadn't changed per se, but he wasn't his usual self either. Sure they had their moments of fun and games, typical of their relationship but now- now there was certainly something bothering him.
Most people knew exactly what the problem was. Gordo and Lizzie were always considered an 'item' amongst the social strata of Hillridge Junior High but little was truly known about their relationship.
Miranda of course, knew specifically what was going on but she wasn't here so how could she help? Lizzie wanted Miranda- rather she needed Miranda. Lizzie felt she knew Gordo like no other person. She knew how to interpret him like no other could. She had at the best of times, an insight into his heart and mind, which was significantly difficult to crack.
Gordo was a closed book; it was hard to differentiate between his emotions of elation or anxiousness. He had this peculiar theory that he was 'poles apart' as he had put it, from any other teenager. He didn't want to act all emotional or sensitive; he didn't want to follow trends; he didn't want to be just another 'teen'. Maybe it was his way of coping with the change from child to adult but it often perplexed Lizzie.
She continued to stare at him, trying to comprehend what he was all about. Unlike many of the other people who participated at Hillridge Junior High she was acquainted with, Lizzie wanted to know what went on in Gordo's head.
She edged silently closer. He was engrossed in whatever it was he was reading and typing and had not become aware of her presence. The clouds outside had darkened to a more sinister looking grey and the lights were off in the room. The only bright light that gave the room any sort of illumination came from Gordo's computer.
Maybe it was her curious nature but her gaze fell upon Gordo's screen. It was not at all intentional, just one of those things that inadvertently happened. Human sight is uncontrollable when not focused. It can wander where it pleases for no reason other than interest. Lizzie's sparkling blue eyes had not realized exactly what they had stumbled upon until the words that appeared from nothingness were clearly focused and readable.
Shock overcame her. Shock and one million and one questions that is.
By pure mistake, Lizzie bumped a chair and lost her balance. She fell backwards and lay on her back upon landing. She lay there. The world seemed to go in slow motion for a moment. She blinked for what felt like a few seconds and opened her eyes once more to see Gordo kneeling next to her.
"McGuire, are you okay?" he said, laughing slightly.
"Err- fine Gordo. Thanks for the support," she answered sarcastically. She didn't want jokes, she wanted comfort; the floor was hard.
He stood again and lowered his outstretched arm to pull her up. She held onto his arm tightly and he pulled her up, still laughing somewhat.
"Laugh it up," she grumbled and straightened herself out, patting her clothing in various spots and rubbing the back of her head.
The screen in which Gordo had been typing things on was empty but a photo of it all was imprinted in her head.
"I never saw you come in," he stated, "in fact, I didn't even hear you come in".
"Oh- you know, Matt's taught me a few things," she said and laughed.
Gordo laughed too, "and I taught him," he replied, thumbing his shirt, pretending to have suspenders.
Lizzie began to laugh hysterically; Gordo had a strange sense of humour but it was uniquely Gordo and that made it all the more special.
Reality kicked in again and the words flashed across her mind.
"Gordo," she began, "what were you doing?"
"What was I doing when?" he replied suspiciously.
"Oh- when you were typing on that 'puter," she said smiling, attempting to cover it all in act, as if it was all just casual conversation.
"Oh that. Yeah I was just finishing another essay that's due soon," he lied.
"Yeah but we don't have any essays due soon," she added.
Gordo swallowed. Knowing full well now, that he had been caught out, "if you must know, it was just a letter to someone for advice," he said truthfully. "Why can't you ask me for advice?" she asked, pretending to act hurt. She knew more than she was letting on.
"Lizzie- it's kinda something you can't give advice on," he explained, trying to be democratic in his choice of words.
She nodded, reflecting on the words he had written previously, "okay- if you say so. But remember, I'm always here and if you need to tell me something- then do it, I won't mind what it is".
Gordo looked away for a moment and then said, "I really have to go- Tudgeman- yeah Tudgeman- he wanted this thing on- Alien- Hamster babies," he lied.
Lizzie looked at him strangely, bemused and nodded. Gordo jumped down the last tier and bolted from the room.
Things had changed. Now she was certain. She knew exactly what she had wanted to hear for well over a few years. She looked up at the computer and then at the door. Gordo was well and truly gone, so she sat down and logged on, immediately checking her email.
Strangely and yet not surprisingly was an email from 'Smarter_Guy'. Furthermore, it had exactly the same ending as the words Gordo had written not more than five minutes before.
She read them over and over again just to let it sink in:
'. and you see the thing is; the thing is I think I like -that is- love my best friend .'
There was of course, much more to it. Gordo had written to her, without any knowledge that of whom she really was.
Tears welled in Lizzie's eyes, she was incredibly light-headed.