A/N: I'm writing as fast as I can people =) Settle down, the updates are
coming thick and fast, nay? Anywho, just another general disclaimer; I
don't own Lizzie McGuire, You've Got Mail and any other brand names
mentioned herein. Right, enough with the semantics and on with the show =D
Gordo walked by Lizzie's house that next morning. It wasn't exactly on the way home but he had a plan and when Gordo had a plan, it had to be executed. He walked slowly down the wet path, not bothering to avoid the small pools of rain mixed with dirt and leaves. They weren't muddy or very deep, but they made a significant splash when one stepped in them. Perhaps it was because he was concentrating so much or possibly because he didn't notice the puddles. He had to be focused, just as that girl had told him to be.
'Focus yourself, take it easy and let her have it at the right moment. You'll know when to do it, you seem to have that aura of a "smart" guy about you,' the email had read. He of course knew she was patronizing him but he didn't mind. Her words were wise and pivotal in his plan.
This was zero hour; the day of days.
'It would be best to spring it upon her; turn up when she least expects it. Catch her off guard so you can control the situation,' the email had continued. It truly was a well-structured idea; this was definitely the way to approach Lizzie. She would be shocked yet overwhelmed. Gordo hoped that this would swing things his way, that doubt in Lizzie's mind gone because of the emotional value of the situation.
The objectives were in place; there was no turning back now as he rounded the corner of the street the McGuire's resided at.
'Don't panic, it'll all go smoothly if you play your natural game. She's your best friend in the entire world; she will understand and more importantly, I'm sure she likes you too,' this was the part he could not understand.
'How can she know that?' he had thought, 'Lizzie may be my best friend but that doesn't mean we both like each other in some special way- some more- than-a-friend way. Friends have so much in common, yet it is clearly the opposites that attract - everywhere in our social nature, it's the opposites that find themselves with each other in the end'.
Gordo stopped in his tracks.
'What am I doing? This is ridiculous. I gave her all the signals I could without blurting it all out- there's no way she feels the same way. I don't want to change things- I don't want to make them uncomfortable for either of us,' he thought, 'doing this Gordon- doing this will definitely make things uncomfortable. You'll regret losing her as a friend'.
There. That was it. There was simply no way he was willing to lose her as a friend even if it meant staying quiet about liking her or loving her, whatever it was, for the rest of his life.
'Am I passing up the opportunity of a lifetime? Probably. But- but I can't risk everything for my own feelings,' he concluded.
Unknowingly he had continued moving again and was standing in front of the McGuire house.
"Well! What the hell do I do?" he screamed, filled with emotion and surprised by his own shouting. It wasn't supposed to come out like that.
"Gordo?" came a voice from behind him.
Gordo froze, paralyzed with the shock of having someone answer him. Quickly, he spun around, looking in every direction for the speaker.
"Up here!" the voice called.
It was Matt dressed in black robes and a headband, along with Lanny, in a tree.
He sighed heavily and strolled over to the base of the tree, looking up and focusing his attention on the pair of wannabe 'ninjas'.
"What exactly are you doing up there?" Gordo questioned, trying to stifle all of us raging emotions.
"More importantly," Matt began, "what are you doing shouting at my house?"
"Uhh- that's my business," Gordo replied, trying to change the subject all the while, "seriously, what are you doing?"
"We're ninjas in training," Matt answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh- so you are. I should have noticed," Gordo responded, realizing the need for the black robes and headbands.
"As ninjas, we've learnt a few wise things," Matt said, quite sincerely.
"Few being the keyword," Gordo interjected, laughing slightly at his joke.
"Oh ha ha- learning the tricks of the trade from my dorkface sister?" Matt asked.
"Dorkface sister? Is that the best you can do?" Gordo retorted, laughing more heavily now. "Never mind that fool. My point before I was rudely interrupted," Matt continued; while Lanny was nodded in approval, "I was going to give you some advice"
Gordo cocked his head a little, interested as to what Matt could be so well informed upon, "continue," he said, "I'm listening"
"Ninjas," Matt said, "follow their hearts in any situation, particularly involving those whom they deem special"
Gordo was taken aback. The spiky-haired kid was really onto something wise.
"Where did you learn that?" Gordo asked, highly bemused by Matt's sudden flare for wisdom.
"Read it on a fortune cookie note," Matt replied, smiling goofily all the while.
"Figures," Gordo mumbled and began to walk away, "seeya round Matt," he called with a wave of his hand.
"I'll tell Lizzie you came by," Matt yelled.
"Don't bother," Gordo replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away from the McGuire residence.
For a while Matt's words rolled around and around in his head.
'-follow their hearts in any situation-' he had said.
Even if he was a fairly dim-witted and crazy kid, those words were truly leaps and bounds above his understanding. Maybe he did understand it. Gordo knew then that perhaps Matt knew that he liked Lizzie.
'If it's so obvious to everyone else, why can't she see it?' he asked himself hoping that in some miraculous way the answer to would come to him, but it didn't.
The rain started again, just as he walked out into a nice clear stretch of sidewalk, not well covered by trees that adorned most of the streets near the McGuire's house.
Gordo paid little or no attention to the falling droplets of water that splashed and exploded all over and around him; his mind was in turmoil.
"Will someone please give me the answer?" he screamed, raising his sight to the sky.
The only response he was given was a droplet of rain between the eyes.
Gordo walked by Lizzie's house that next morning. It wasn't exactly on the way home but he had a plan and when Gordo had a plan, it had to be executed. He walked slowly down the wet path, not bothering to avoid the small pools of rain mixed with dirt and leaves. They weren't muddy or very deep, but they made a significant splash when one stepped in them. Perhaps it was because he was concentrating so much or possibly because he didn't notice the puddles. He had to be focused, just as that girl had told him to be.
'Focus yourself, take it easy and let her have it at the right moment. You'll know when to do it, you seem to have that aura of a "smart" guy about you,' the email had read. He of course knew she was patronizing him but he didn't mind. Her words were wise and pivotal in his plan.
This was zero hour; the day of days.
'It would be best to spring it upon her; turn up when she least expects it. Catch her off guard so you can control the situation,' the email had continued. It truly was a well-structured idea; this was definitely the way to approach Lizzie. She would be shocked yet overwhelmed. Gordo hoped that this would swing things his way, that doubt in Lizzie's mind gone because of the emotional value of the situation.
The objectives were in place; there was no turning back now as he rounded the corner of the street the McGuire's resided at.
'Don't panic, it'll all go smoothly if you play your natural game. She's your best friend in the entire world; she will understand and more importantly, I'm sure she likes you too,' this was the part he could not understand.
'How can she know that?' he had thought, 'Lizzie may be my best friend but that doesn't mean we both like each other in some special way- some more- than-a-friend way. Friends have so much in common, yet it is clearly the opposites that attract - everywhere in our social nature, it's the opposites that find themselves with each other in the end'.
Gordo stopped in his tracks.
'What am I doing? This is ridiculous. I gave her all the signals I could without blurting it all out- there's no way she feels the same way. I don't want to change things- I don't want to make them uncomfortable for either of us,' he thought, 'doing this Gordon- doing this will definitely make things uncomfortable. You'll regret losing her as a friend'.
There. That was it. There was simply no way he was willing to lose her as a friend even if it meant staying quiet about liking her or loving her, whatever it was, for the rest of his life.
'Am I passing up the opportunity of a lifetime? Probably. But- but I can't risk everything for my own feelings,' he concluded.
Unknowingly he had continued moving again and was standing in front of the McGuire house.
"Well! What the hell do I do?" he screamed, filled with emotion and surprised by his own shouting. It wasn't supposed to come out like that.
"Gordo?" came a voice from behind him.
Gordo froze, paralyzed with the shock of having someone answer him. Quickly, he spun around, looking in every direction for the speaker.
"Up here!" the voice called.
It was Matt dressed in black robes and a headband, along with Lanny, in a tree.
He sighed heavily and strolled over to the base of the tree, looking up and focusing his attention on the pair of wannabe 'ninjas'.
"What exactly are you doing up there?" Gordo questioned, trying to stifle all of us raging emotions.
"More importantly," Matt began, "what are you doing shouting at my house?"
"Uhh- that's my business," Gordo replied, trying to change the subject all the while, "seriously, what are you doing?"
"We're ninjas in training," Matt answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh- so you are. I should have noticed," Gordo responded, realizing the need for the black robes and headbands.
"As ninjas, we've learnt a few wise things," Matt said, quite sincerely.
"Few being the keyword," Gordo interjected, laughing slightly at his joke.
"Oh ha ha- learning the tricks of the trade from my dorkface sister?" Matt asked.
"Dorkface sister? Is that the best you can do?" Gordo retorted, laughing more heavily now. "Never mind that fool. My point before I was rudely interrupted," Matt continued; while Lanny was nodded in approval, "I was going to give you some advice"
Gordo cocked his head a little, interested as to what Matt could be so well informed upon, "continue," he said, "I'm listening"
"Ninjas," Matt said, "follow their hearts in any situation, particularly involving those whom they deem special"
Gordo was taken aback. The spiky-haired kid was really onto something wise.
"Where did you learn that?" Gordo asked, highly bemused by Matt's sudden flare for wisdom.
"Read it on a fortune cookie note," Matt replied, smiling goofily all the while.
"Figures," Gordo mumbled and began to walk away, "seeya round Matt," he called with a wave of his hand.
"I'll tell Lizzie you came by," Matt yelled.
"Don't bother," Gordo replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away from the McGuire residence.
For a while Matt's words rolled around and around in his head.
'-follow their hearts in any situation-' he had said.
Even if he was a fairly dim-witted and crazy kid, those words were truly leaps and bounds above his understanding. Maybe he did understand it. Gordo knew then that perhaps Matt knew that he liked Lizzie.
'If it's so obvious to everyone else, why can't she see it?' he asked himself hoping that in some miraculous way the answer to would come to him, but it didn't.
The rain started again, just as he walked out into a nice clear stretch of sidewalk, not well covered by trees that adorned most of the streets near the McGuire's house.
Gordo paid little or no attention to the falling droplets of water that splashed and exploded all over and around him; his mind was in turmoil.
"Will someone please give me the answer?" he screamed, raising his sight to the sky.
The only response he was given was a droplet of rain between the eyes.