A/N: Hey again, here's another one. This has been typed very quickly,
it's late and I have ice cream with me =) please excuse any mistakes, time
is my enemy at the moment =( General disclaimer, I don't own Lizzie
McGuire, You've Got Mail or any brand names herein mentioned.
Lizzie lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so complicated? What was it in his head that made him think so differently, to everyone else? Figuring out Gordo was like trying to figure out her father's infatuation with gnomes. It just wasn't possible. The only difference was that Gordo was a freethinking, unpredictable human being and the gnomes were just stout, little plaster objects. A significantly important difference. She lay there for a moment before it happened. There was really no choice; she was a 15-year-old teenager, in love with a boy she'd known for her entire life, stuck in a mess that had confused him and subsequently herself.
The tears rolled down her smooth cheeks in a neat little line, not flowing or disturbed in anyway. She did not know what to do now. Lizzie had been certain that Gordo felt the same way she did, now why would change so suddenly.
'-I don't know, it just seems to me that it's not meant to be. Thanks for the help, but, what can I do if things just aren't going to work out anyway?' the email had read. She clutched it tightly; crumpling it inadvertently but it was still in a state that was legible.
'Why did I have to do all this stuff? Why did I meddle? Why didn't I let him take his time and-' but her thoughts became to clouded. Hundreds of questions raced through her mind like a whirlwind.
It was unknown to Lizzie, but she had become increasingly louder with her sobs and had alerted her mother. Matt McGuire stood at her door, listening intently, waiting for the moment when he could burst in laughing, but something had overcome him. He swallowed hard.
As Lizzie rose and pulled herself into a ball on the bed, attempting to calm herself, Matt entered, attempting to act surprised and with purpose. Hiding outside his sisters' room and listening in on her was not quite the smartest move he could have made. Fortunately, Lizzie did not notice.
"Hey- uh what's wrong?" he said, sitting next to her and patting her back awkwardly.
"Matt- I did some really stupid stuff-" Lizzie sobbed, barely understandably, "-and then Gordo did this and I found out and then-" she continued, still crying. It was such a sight of complete sorrow and regret, that Matt too became emotional but forced himself to stay maintained, "so I tried to make it so he came out and told me but it didn't work- and now he doesn't like me"
"Okay- uh Lizzie," Matt said, holding back her own tears, "you have to explain it to me in a way I can understand"
"Ma-att!" Lizzie whined and sobbed further, "I just told you"
"Just calm and down give me a chance to help you out!" he yelled, freezing after realizing what he had just said and shook his head.
Lizzie grabbed a tissue from her beside table and dabbed at her face with it, "Matt- Gordo doesn't like me anymore because I screwed up," she said clearly.
"Oh," he exclaimed, feeling he should have realized earlier, "what did you do?"
"That's not important. The point is he doesn't want to- to-"
"To?" Matt interrupted, trying to coax the answers from her.
"To have- to have 'that' kind of relationship- with me- anymore," she said, sobbing profusely at the conclusion of her sentence.
"Are you afraid Lizzie? Or is he afraid?" Matt asked, before answering his own question, "I know! You're both afraid!"
Lizzie stared at him confusedly, "Afraid of what?"
"Just tell me, which one is it?" he persisted.
"Gordo told me-" she glanced down at the email, reading from it, "'I don't want to lose my best friend in a gamble, she's too precious to be wasted on some relationship when I'm not even sure she has the same feelings for me'" she read.
"So Gordo's afraid?" Matt continued, nodding slightly.
"I guess you could say that," Lizzie replied, wiping her tears away again.
"If being a ninja has taught me anything," Matt began, "it is that 'he who is a afraid of taking risks will forever be bound to fail'"
Lizzie stared at him for a moment, wide eyed. It was truly a revelation. How had she not thought of it before?
"Matt-"
"I know, there's no need to thank me," he said, grimacing and polishing his nails on his shirt.
Lizzie jumped up and hugged her brother; it was the first proof to her that little brother's were there for a reason other than to annoy. She released her grip on him and ushered him out, smiling all the while. He wasn't being ejected from her room for a bad reason, just that she needed privacy.
Matt left the room puzzled, he had helped his sister, yet was still finding himself being kicked from her room. He shrugged and left, not attempting in anyway to understand her; it was simply too much trouble.
Lizzie raced over to her computer and logged on, going straight to her email. It was time to change a few things.
"Lizzie! We're having company in a few minutes. I hope you're dressed and ready!" her mother called from downstairs.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lizzie replied, not properly paying attention to what Jo McGuire had just said.
"Gordo has to stay with us for the rest of the day," Jo called again.
Lizzie halted her typing. A tingle ran through her mind.
'But that would mean he'd already be on his way over- which would mean that he wouldn't have seen this email- which means he still feels the same way,' Lizzie thought to herself. The realization of the thought had frustrated her.
'It's going to be one of 'those' days,' she thought but commenced typing the new email once more.
"We're not failing this time Gordo," she said aloud softly, "I'm going to take a chance whether you like it or not".
At that moment the doorbell rang.
Lizzie lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so complicated? What was it in his head that made him think so differently, to everyone else? Figuring out Gordo was like trying to figure out her father's infatuation with gnomes. It just wasn't possible. The only difference was that Gordo was a freethinking, unpredictable human being and the gnomes were just stout, little plaster objects. A significantly important difference. She lay there for a moment before it happened. There was really no choice; she was a 15-year-old teenager, in love with a boy she'd known for her entire life, stuck in a mess that had confused him and subsequently herself.
The tears rolled down her smooth cheeks in a neat little line, not flowing or disturbed in anyway. She did not know what to do now. Lizzie had been certain that Gordo felt the same way she did, now why would change so suddenly.
'-I don't know, it just seems to me that it's not meant to be. Thanks for the help, but, what can I do if things just aren't going to work out anyway?' the email had read. She clutched it tightly; crumpling it inadvertently but it was still in a state that was legible.
'Why did I have to do all this stuff? Why did I meddle? Why didn't I let him take his time and-' but her thoughts became to clouded. Hundreds of questions raced through her mind like a whirlwind.
It was unknown to Lizzie, but she had become increasingly louder with her sobs and had alerted her mother. Matt McGuire stood at her door, listening intently, waiting for the moment when he could burst in laughing, but something had overcome him. He swallowed hard.
As Lizzie rose and pulled herself into a ball on the bed, attempting to calm herself, Matt entered, attempting to act surprised and with purpose. Hiding outside his sisters' room and listening in on her was not quite the smartest move he could have made. Fortunately, Lizzie did not notice.
"Hey- uh what's wrong?" he said, sitting next to her and patting her back awkwardly.
"Matt- I did some really stupid stuff-" Lizzie sobbed, barely understandably, "-and then Gordo did this and I found out and then-" she continued, still crying. It was such a sight of complete sorrow and regret, that Matt too became emotional but forced himself to stay maintained, "so I tried to make it so he came out and told me but it didn't work- and now he doesn't like me"
"Okay- uh Lizzie," Matt said, holding back her own tears, "you have to explain it to me in a way I can understand"
"Ma-att!" Lizzie whined and sobbed further, "I just told you"
"Just calm and down give me a chance to help you out!" he yelled, freezing after realizing what he had just said and shook his head.
Lizzie grabbed a tissue from her beside table and dabbed at her face with it, "Matt- Gordo doesn't like me anymore because I screwed up," she said clearly.
"Oh," he exclaimed, feeling he should have realized earlier, "what did you do?"
"That's not important. The point is he doesn't want to- to-"
"To?" Matt interrupted, trying to coax the answers from her.
"To have- to have 'that' kind of relationship- with me- anymore," she said, sobbing profusely at the conclusion of her sentence.
"Are you afraid Lizzie? Or is he afraid?" Matt asked, before answering his own question, "I know! You're both afraid!"
Lizzie stared at him confusedly, "Afraid of what?"
"Just tell me, which one is it?" he persisted.
"Gordo told me-" she glanced down at the email, reading from it, "'I don't want to lose my best friend in a gamble, she's too precious to be wasted on some relationship when I'm not even sure she has the same feelings for me'" she read.
"So Gordo's afraid?" Matt continued, nodding slightly.
"I guess you could say that," Lizzie replied, wiping her tears away again.
"If being a ninja has taught me anything," Matt began, "it is that 'he who is a afraid of taking risks will forever be bound to fail'"
Lizzie stared at him for a moment, wide eyed. It was truly a revelation. How had she not thought of it before?
"Matt-"
"I know, there's no need to thank me," he said, grimacing and polishing his nails on his shirt.
Lizzie jumped up and hugged her brother; it was the first proof to her that little brother's were there for a reason other than to annoy. She released her grip on him and ushered him out, smiling all the while. He wasn't being ejected from her room for a bad reason, just that she needed privacy.
Matt left the room puzzled, he had helped his sister, yet was still finding himself being kicked from her room. He shrugged and left, not attempting in anyway to understand her; it was simply too much trouble.
Lizzie raced over to her computer and logged on, going straight to her email. It was time to change a few things.
"Lizzie! We're having company in a few minutes. I hope you're dressed and ready!" her mother called from downstairs.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lizzie replied, not properly paying attention to what Jo McGuire had just said.
"Gordo has to stay with us for the rest of the day," Jo called again.
Lizzie halted her typing. A tingle ran through her mind.
'But that would mean he'd already be on his way over- which would mean that he wouldn't have seen this email- which means he still feels the same way,' Lizzie thought to herself. The realization of the thought had frustrated her.
'It's going to be one of 'those' days,' she thought but commenced typing the new email once more.
"We're not failing this time Gordo," she said aloud softly, "I'm going to take a chance whether you like it or not".
At that moment the doorbell rang.