A/N: Hey again, I've got another one =) woohoo 10 updates in 11 days, not
bad even if I do say so myself =) Anywho, here's ye general disclaimer
about me not being he owner of Lizzie McGuire, You've Got Mail and any
other brand names. Past the all the dry legal stuff =P here we go again.
Lizzie rolled over and looked at her transparent pink clock. It had been a good buy, fairly cheap and oh so needed, according to her at least, when Gordo forked out the fiver for her. The clock always made her smile because it reminded her of him. Waking up to Gordo was something she had only dreamed of. Sometimes it was Ethan, usually it was Brad Pitt but there was something highly - she couldn't think of the right word - perhaps if she had thought longer on the subject, the words and adjectives would have arrived but the phone rang.
She was awake, but in that state of mind where one could not quite bring oneself to get up. She laid her outstretched arm over the bedside table and probed around for the cordless phone half-heartedly.
Eventually her fingers wrapped themselves around the familiar tool and raised the phone to her ear.
She pressed the 'answer' button and forced a muffled, "hello"
"Lizzie!" came a scream through the phone, which almost caused Lizzie to fall out of bed from the shock of it all.
"Miranda?" Lizzie replied, knowing full well that Miranda would be the only person to do such a thing.
A soft screaming could be heard through the phone, which Lizzie pulled away from her ear to allow Miranda to calm down, "thanks for the complementary wake up call, service at this hotel is always up to par," Lizzie teased.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry- didn't check the time- anyway I've got SO much to tell you," Miranda babbled. She spoke so quickly and loudly that Lizzie had a hard time listening to her.
"I take it things are well then?" Lizzie deduced, forgoing the need for the usual phone rules of 'how are you' and other such formal rhetoric.
"Yeah, I'm GREAT! I've had guys hanging off me, just begging- BEGGING I tell you, to take me out! Mexico is SO great! It's hot but the guys are hotter and-"
"Whoa! Slow down girl," Lizzie interrupted.
"I'm just so excited. Lizzie you have to come down! We'd have the best time, oh my gosh, so many guys! And WE'D- that's you and me I'm talkin' 'bout- get to CHOOSE whichever one WE wanted!" Miranda continued, disregarding Lizzie's call to slow.
"Miranda, you know I can't. School's not over and my parents really want me to graduate and-" Lizzie stopped as she realized just what information she was about to divulge.
There was a quiet pause, which needless to say, Miranda broke, "and? AND?" she called.
"And nothing," Lizzie lied, trying to sound settled.
"Don't you dare hold out on me McGuire!" she yelled while laughing.
"I'm not," Lizzie persisted. She was decided. There would be no talk of whatever was happening with Gordo at all costs.
"Something's going on up there and if I have to do some digging, I WILL!" Miranda declared, "but that'll have to wait 'til I get back. I can't leave now, there's too many things I have to settle-"
"Like?" Lizzie interrupted again in an attempt to swing the favour of the conversation to her.
"Oh, like I said- boys are hanging off me like barnacles!" Miranda bubbled.
"Eww, they're clinging to you?" Lizzie joked, giggling all the while.
"No!" Miranda whined, "I'm just getting a lot more attention than I first expected"
Lizzie could hear some distant words being exchanged in the background. They were quite obviously foreign, probably Miranda's relatives.
"Yeah, Lizzie I gotta run- you know, relatives and all," Miranda said. Lizzie knew all too well exactly what Miranda was on about.
"Okay, I get the message. Can't wait 'til you get back! Love ya," Lizzie replied.
"Same to you," Miranda answered, a little choked up.
Lizzie tossed the phone down a little carelessly when she was certain Miranda had ended the call.
For a moment she speculated that perhaps Miranda was homesick and hence would be the reason why she was calling so early. Maybe she wasn't having the great time she described; maybe it was all just a ploy to make Lizzie feel that everything was okay. Of course, maybe she really was having a great time. Lizzie was happy for her. She wanted Miranda to have a good time.
She sat up. Lizzie couldn't lie to herself. There was no need to mention the fact that Lizzie wanted Miranda to be happy, but Lizzie herself, was not happy.
Matt had told her about Gordo appearing outside their house the night before and yelling "well! What the hell do I do?" to no one in particular.
Lizzie was puzzled- and afraid- and despondent. For the first time in their entire relationship, she knew what was going on in Gordo's head. She knew how he felt and now she had a chance to pull all those emotions out of him. It was the ultimate opportunity and she made the decision to go ahead and do it.
But then of course, there was that little part concerning Gordo's role. He would have to do his part, even if she made him think that it was he, which was doing all the planning. It was difficult pretending not to know who he was and to give him the answers about how to get her.
Although for some, this would be deceit and treacherous, Lizzie couldn't bare to pass this chance up. This was it. This was perhaps the only time she was going to be able to get him to level with her. She felt he owed her the truth.
"I deserve it. He can't just bottle up all these feelings and hope for the best. It's not healthy and- and I want to be a part of this! Can't you see I lo-" but she was interrupted by a figure in the doorway.
"Tut tut tut, sister, dear sister," Matt said, shaking his head, patronizing her at every chance possible. Even for him though, this was too easy.
"Shut up worm! What do you know?" Lizzie scowled, jumping up and taking up an aggressive stance. She wouldn't fight Matt, she was too smart for that, but she could definitely intimidate him to a point where he'd flee.
"Guy- I should I say, Gordo troubles?" he said, grinning evilly.
"Matt, you gotta ask yourself, 'how hard do I want my wedgie?'" she said, smiling sarcastically.
"And you should be asking yourself, 'how long can I wait before it's too late?'" he replied coolly, knowing he now had the upper hand.
"Matt, will you please stay out of my life?" she pleaded, quite seriously.
"A ninja must do his job," Matt replied, trying to sound wise.
"A ninja also knows when he better stop meddling before HE knows it's too late," she replied, edging closer to the small, spiky haired child.
"You raise an interesting point my sister," he said raising his hand to his chin and nodding, "perhaps I shall tactically route" he continued.
"I believe it's in your best interests," she answered, nodding her head menacingly before jumping at him.
Matt bolted like thunder from her room screaming "mom!" and "dad!" at regular intervals, every few metres.
She didn't bother chasing him. She knew that the battle had been won, but the war would simply be postponed until after the berating from the superiors- rather, parents as they called themselves.
While she was up, she noticed her computer was flashing the ever-familiar "you've got mail" box and moved over to read the message.
What she read was highly unexpected. Her mouth gaped and she whispered aloud, "oh Gordo, why?"
Lizzie rolled over and looked at her transparent pink clock. It had been a good buy, fairly cheap and oh so needed, according to her at least, when Gordo forked out the fiver for her. The clock always made her smile because it reminded her of him. Waking up to Gordo was something she had only dreamed of. Sometimes it was Ethan, usually it was Brad Pitt but there was something highly - she couldn't think of the right word - perhaps if she had thought longer on the subject, the words and adjectives would have arrived but the phone rang.
She was awake, but in that state of mind where one could not quite bring oneself to get up. She laid her outstretched arm over the bedside table and probed around for the cordless phone half-heartedly.
Eventually her fingers wrapped themselves around the familiar tool and raised the phone to her ear.
She pressed the 'answer' button and forced a muffled, "hello"
"Lizzie!" came a scream through the phone, which almost caused Lizzie to fall out of bed from the shock of it all.
"Miranda?" Lizzie replied, knowing full well that Miranda would be the only person to do such a thing.
A soft screaming could be heard through the phone, which Lizzie pulled away from her ear to allow Miranda to calm down, "thanks for the complementary wake up call, service at this hotel is always up to par," Lizzie teased.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry- didn't check the time- anyway I've got SO much to tell you," Miranda babbled. She spoke so quickly and loudly that Lizzie had a hard time listening to her.
"I take it things are well then?" Lizzie deduced, forgoing the need for the usual phone rules of 'how are you' and other such formal rhetoric.
"Yeah, I'm GREAT! I've had guys hanging off me, just begging- BEGGING I tell you, to take me out! Mexico is SO great! It's hot but the guys are hotter and-"
"Whoa! Slow down girl," Lizzie interrupted.
"I'm just so excited. Lizzie you have to come down! We'd have the best time, oh my gosh, so many guys! And WE'D- that's you and me I'm talkin' 'bout- get to CHOOSE whichever one WE wanted!" Miranda continued, disregarding Lizzie's call to slow.
"Miranda, you know I can't. School's not over and my parents really want me to graduate and-" Lizzie stopped as she realized just what information she was about to divulge.
There was a quiet pause, which needless to say, Miranda broke, "and? AND?" she called.
"And nothing," Lizzie lied, trying to sound settled.
"Don't you dare hold out on me McGuire!" she yelled while laughing.
"I'm not," Lizzie persisted. She was decided. There would be no talk of whatever was happening with Gordo at all costs.
"Something's going on up there and if I have to do some digging, I WILL!" Miranda declared, "but that'll have to wait 'til I get back. I can't leave now, there's too many things I have to settle-"
"Like?" Lizzie interrupted again in an attempt to swing the favour of the conversation to her.
"Oh, like I said- boys are hanging off me like barnacles!" Miranda bubbled.
"Eww, they're clinging to you?" Lizzie joked, giggling all the while.
"No!" Miranda whined, "I'm just getting a lot more attention than I first expected"
Lizzie could hear some distant words being exchanged in the background. They were quite obviously foreign, probably Miranda's relatives.
"Yeah, Lizzie I gotta run- you know, relatives and all," Miranda said. Lizzie knew all too well exactly what Miranda was on about.
"Okay, I get the message. Can't wait 'til you get back! Love ya," Lizzie replied.
"Same to you," Miranda answered, a little choked up.
Lizzie tossed the phone down a little carelessly when she was certain Miranda had ended the call.
For a moment she speculated that perhaps Miranda was homesick and hence would be the reason why she was calling so early. Maybe she wasn't having the great time she described; maybe it was all just a ploy to make Lizzie feel that everything was okay. Of course, maybe she really was having a great time. Lizzie was happy for her. She wanted Miranda to have a good time.
She sat up. Lizzie couldn't lie to herself. There was no need to mention the fact that Lizzie wanted Miranda to be happy, but Lizzie herself, was not happy.
Matt had told her about Gordo appearing outside their house the night before and yelling "well! What the hell do I do?" to no one in particular.
Lizzie was puzzled- and afraid- and despondent. For the first time in their entire relationship, she knew what was going on in Gordo's head. She knew how he felt and now she had a chance to pull all those emotions out of him. It was the ultimate opportunity and she made the decision to go ahead and do it.
But then of course, there was that little part concerning Gordo's role. He would have to do his part, even if she made him think that it was he, which was doing all the planning. It was difficult pretending not to know who he was and to give him the answers about how to get her.
Although for some, this would be deceit and treacherous, Lizzie couldn't bare to pass this chance up. This was it. This was perhaps the only time she was going to be able to get him to level with her. She felt he owed her the truth.
"I deserve it. He can't just bottle up all these feelings and hope for the best. It's not healthy and- and I want to be a part of this! Can't you see I lo-" but she was interrupted by a figure in the doorway.
"Tut tut tut, sister, dear sister," Matt said, shaking his head, patronizing her at every chance possible. Even for him though, this was too easy.
"Shut up worm! What do you know?" Lizzie scowled, jumping up and taking up an aggressive stance. She wouldn't fight Matt, she was too smart for that, but she could definitely intimidate him to a point where he'd flee.
"Guy- I should I say, Gordo troubles?" he said, grinning evilly.
"Matt, you gotta ask yourself, 'how hard do I want my wedgie?'" she said, smiling sarcastically.
"And you should be asking yourself, 'how long can I wait before it's too late?'" he replied coolly, knowing he now had the upper hand.
"Matt, will you please stay out of my life?" she pleaded, quite seriously.
"A ninja must do his job," Matt replied, trying to sound wise.
"A ninja also knows when he better stop meddling before HE knows it's too late," she replied, edging closer to the small, spiky haired child.
"You raise an interesting point my sister," he said raising his hand to his chin and nodding, "perhaps I shall tactically route" he continued.
"I believe it's in your best interests," she answered, nodding her head menacingly before jumping at him.
Matt bolted like thunder from her room screaming "mom!" and "dad!" at regular intervals, every few metres.
She didn't bother chasing him. She knew that the battle had been won, but the war would simply be postponed until after the berating from the superiors- rather, parents as they called themselves.
While she was up, she noticed her computer was flashing the ever-familiar "you've got mail" box and moved over to read the message.
What she read was highly unexpected. Her mouth gaped and she whispered aloud, "oh Gordo, why?"