Chapter 6: Yes, No, Maybe So

A/N: I'm rushing this story, mainly because I wanna start writing 'Romeo and Juliet' again. I GOTTA finish some stories before school starts. Sorry, I'm going so fast. I know you must hate it.

Gordo's POV

"You've got to admit, Zephyr. I'm catching up fast." She grinned as she plopped down on a chair at the Digital Bean.

I almost rolled my eyes and winced when she said that, but caught myself. "Yeah, you sure are." I said unenthusiastically.

"Oh, come on, Zephyr, your life is, like, back to normal." She looked at me strangely when I didn't answer. "Right?"

'No.' I felt like answering. 'Wrong.'

Over the past week, 'Eliza' (as she called herself), had grown to be very different from the old Lizzie. For one, she called me 'Zephyr' because she liked the sound of it. The old Lizzie liked plain 'Gordo'. She called herself 'Eliza' because 'Lizzie' reminded her of Lizzie Borden. 'I don't want to be known as the girl who chops people's heads off.' she had said.

Everything about her had changed. From the way she said 'hey', to the way she smelled, to her taste in music. She was so confident, so punky, so *different* now. I didn't like the 'new' Lizzie. The only reason I hung out with her was because I wanted her to get her memory back. I no longer had a crush on her. The new Lizzie and I clashed.

But I couldn't stop looking at her.

The only thing that hadn't changed about her was her face. When I saw those hazel eyes, I melted and felt as if the old Lizzie, *my* Lizzie was back.

I sighed. "Yeah. I almost forgot that you had amnesia." I lied.

"You know, you don't look like you're telling the truth." She said.

That's one thing I liked about this Lizzie. She figured me out, she looked right through my lies and saw the truth. She was much wiser now. But even with that, it got on my nerves when she caught me lying.

"I'm not the same as before, am I?" She glanced at the table.

I shook my head slowly and looked at the table too.

"Do you hate me now?" She whispered.

I snapped my head up. "No, Lizzie, I could never *hate* you."

"It's, uh, Eliza."

I sighed. "Sorry, Eliza."

"You know, you never said anything about me changing my name or your name. Is that what's bugging you? You like plain 'Lizzie and Gordo'?" She looked sympathetically into my eyes, with gave me the confidence to say what I said.

"No, Lizzie, it's more than just that. You completely changed. You're like, alternate universe Li-Eliza. I liked you the way you were before. The way you twitched you nose every time you heard a bad word, the way you smiled when something really pleased you, the way you-" I stopped there, and realized that I had said enough. "Sorry." I apologized.

Lizzie didn't answer. She just sat there, staring at me. Then her lips twisted into a grin. "I knew it."

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Lizzie's POV

He liked me. He 110% liked me.

I mean, what kind of 'best friend' notices the way I react to things!? He must really like me to notice things that even I didn't notice.

This was so classic!

"Knew what?" He asked.

I froze. I needed to think of a way to answer that. "Knew that... I was acting differently. I'll try to change."

He smiled at me. "No, Liz-Eliza. Don't you dare change for anyone but yourself. Don't do it to please me. If you think this is the way you feel comfortable, then stay this way."

Okay, *why* did he have to say that?

He was so sweet.

"Look, Gordo, I'm not sure I *like* this 'having amnesia' thing. I want to be like me... like I was before." There, that was a perfect response. It was true, and it fit right in with the subject.

"You mean... you want me to help you become you?"

"Exactly."