Author's Note: Here's the next chapter, please read and review! It's
another short chapter, but I wanted to get another update up as soon as
possible. I'd also note that this story is inspired by the movie "You've
Got Mail," which was a remake of a classic called "Shop Around the Corner."
Although, I must admit, even though I have mixed feelings about "You've
Got Mail," I still really like the story's concept. Anyway, on with the
story, and please read and review!!! Thanks, HM.
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Lizzie stared at her computer screen, dumbfounded. She still couldn't grasp the fact that in chatting with "Adam," she had been chatting with her estranged best friend Gordo all along. A delirious, confusing mix of emotions and feelings swirled around her head, rendering Lizzie dizzy and lightheaded.
It's Gordo, whispered Lizzie.
Lizzie felt intensely excited to be talking to Gordo once again, and a part of her wanted to immediately tell "Adam" who she really was.
But, just as she was about to type and tell Gordo the truth, she stopped, as she suddenly began to grapple with the seeming reality of the situation . . . if Gordo is my Adam, then that means . . .*he's* the one I'm meant to be with?!?!?!??? Gordo's my true love?
Lizzie jumped back from her laptop screen and let out a loud quizzical, "Huh?"
No, no, no, no, it can't be, it can't be, Gordo can't *really* be my *Adam*. He can't be, there's no way, Gordo's my friend, that's all, and I'm just a friend to him. . . .
Yet . . . Lizzie took a moment to ponder. Well, everything the fortune teller has said has come true . . .while in San Francisco, I met "Adam," sort of, and he said the magic phrase, "mouse stuck on hand."
But, but, Gordo? Adam is Gordo? It doesn't make any sense, it just doesn't make any sense. . .
As she was swimming in her thoughts, Lizzie saw Adam post another message on the computer screen.
Adam: Hey Hilary, you still there?
Lizzie snapped out of her trance and typed a response.
Hilary: Yes, yes, I'm still here! Sorry, had to deal with something that just came up. Don't worry about it. So, were you able to get all the syrup off your hands?
Lizzie decided not to tell Gordo who she really was. . . she wanted some time to sort through her feelings.
Adam: Lol! I hope so, otherwise, I'll be having a very sticky night's sleep!
Hilary: : ) Anyway, I'm sorry, but I think it's really funny and cute picturing you with that little mouse stuck on your hand!
Adam: Yeah, I guess it's funny. Ha- ha.
Hilary: so, what were we chatting about before you had your little accident with the huckleberry syrup?
Adam: I was about to tell you about some more about my best friend, the best friend I've been in love with since middle school.
With that message, Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. Oh . . my . . God. She hadn't made the connection before, probably because she couldn't handle the truth, probably because she couldn't handle the reality of the situation. But, now, the full implication of what was transpiring between her and Gordo was hitting her with the force of a hurricane. . . The best friend that "Adam" was talking about, the best friend that he was in love with, that best friend, that best friend was *her.*
Ohmigosh, Gordo's in love with me . . .
Lizzie took her right hand off of her heart, and put it down on the desk to support herself. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. . .why didn't he ever tell me? wondered Lizzie. And as she pondered about her friendship with Gordo, some of the things that had happened to them suddenly began to make a lot of sense. She understood now why Gordo reacted so poorly and negatively to her relationship with her ex-boyfriend . . . Gordo was jealous. . .
Lizzie put her fingers back on the keyboard to type a message. She still decided to keep her identity a secret, because now, even more than ever, she felt like a jumbled mix of conflicting emotions, a jumbled mix of emotions that were pulling and nagging at her from several directions all at once. She needed time to sort through her collage of feelings.
And right now, despite the fortune teller's prophecy, she still couldn't imagine herself being with Gordo in a romantic relationship. It just didn't feel . . .*right*. She had known Gordo all her life, almost as if he were a brother, and as much as she loved him dearly, she didn't know if she could have anything more than platonic feelings for him.
But . . .it wasn't as if she was closing the possibility. She just needed time, time to re-imagine and review her friendship with Gordo from an entirely new perspective. In the meantime, before she revealed herself to Gordo, she was going to use this time to chat with "Adam," to find out a little more about how he truly feels about her. She just wanted to make sure Gordo was truly in love with her, because, frankly, she still had a hard time believing it.
Hilary: Tell me more about your best friend, Adam. What is she like?
As Lizzie asked this question, she felt a wave of nervousness crash over her body, as she suddenly found herself very curious and anxious to hear Gordo's response.
Adam: Well, for one thing, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever known in my life.
Ohhh, gasped Lizzie. Lizzie's heart was overcome with a soft, tender, loving ache, as her mind, heart, and body began to understand what Gordo had just told her. He thinks I'm beautiful . . .ohmigosh, that's so sweet, that's so sweet. Oh, Gordo, thought Lizzie, why didn't you ever tell me how you felt before?
Adam continued: She was the prettiest girl I'd known during middle school, high school, and college, but I know she never really ever understood how truly beautiful she was. She's too humble about herself. And really, her humility made and makes her beauty even more attractive, and well, more beautiful.
Lizzie started blushing furiously. It was as if Gordo knew her from the inside out, and knew things about her that even she wasn't fully aware of.
Hilary: she sounds . . .amazing, Adam.
Lizzie felt very awkward about complimenting herself. And she kicked herself because she almost typed in "Gordo" instead of "Adam."
Adam: She really is, Hilary. She really is. Do you want to hear more?
Lizzie typed her response immediately. Hilary: Yes!! Please go on!!!
Don't stop, Gordo, don't stop. . .
Adam: okay! Anyway, like I said earlier, she's been my best friend since we were babies, and I've been in love with her almost as long. She's not only beautiful on the outside, she's also beautiful from the inside. There's just something about her spirit, her soul, that has drawn me to her ever since I've known her. I love how she loves her friends, and how she has always been there for me, through everything. I trust her completely, and there isn't a thing in the world that I wouldn't tell her, except . . .
Hilary: except what?
Adam: except how I really feel about her. Believe me, there have been so many moments when I tried to get up the nerve to tell her the truth, and each time, something would come up or I just couldn't get myself to say it to her. Too afraid, I guess.
But, you're doing it right now, Gordo, you're doing it right now. And I'm loving it, thought Lizzie. This was a side of Gordo that she never realized existed in him, and it was beginning to transform her feelings towards Gordo. Maybe, just maybe, Gordo can be someone who's more than just a friend . . .
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Lizzie stared at her computer screen, dumbfounded. She still couldn't grasp the fact that in chatting with "Adam," she had been chatting with her estranged best friend Gordo all along. A delirious, confusing mix of emotions and feelings swirled around her head, rendering Lizzie dizzy and lightheaded.
It's Gordo, whispered Lizzie.
Lizzie felt intensely excited to be talking to Gordo once again, and a part of her wanted to immediately tell "Adam" who she really was.
But, just as she was about to type and tell Gordo the truth, she stopped, as she suddenly began to grapple with the seeming reality of the situation . . . if Gordo is my Adam, then that means . . .*he's* the one I'm meant to be with?!?!?!??? Gordo's my true love?
Lizzie jumped back from her laptop screen and let out a loud quizzical, "Huh?"
No, no, no, no, it can't be, it can't be, Gordo can't *really* be my *Adam*. He can't be, there's no way, Gordo's my friend, that's all, and I'm just a friend to him. . . .
Yet . . . Lizzie took a moment to ponder. Well, everything the fortune teller has said has come true . . .while in San Francisco, I met "Adam," sort of, and he said the magic phrase, "mouse stuck on hand."
But, but, Gordo? Adam is Gordo? It doesn't make any sense, it just doesn't make any sense. . .
As she was swimming in her thoughts, Lizzie saw Adam post another message on the computer screen.
Adam: Hey Hilary, you still there?
Lizzie snapped out of her trance and typed a response.
Hilary: Yes, yes, I'm still here! Sorry, had to deal with something that just came up. Don't worry about it. So, were you able to get all the syrup off your hands?
Lizzie decided not to tell Gordo who she really was. . . she wanted some time to sort through her feelings.
Adam: Lol! I hope so, otherwise, I'll be having a very sticky night's sleep!
Hilary: : ) Anyway, I'm sorry, but I think it's really funny and cute picturing you with that little mouse stuck on your hand!
Adam: Yeah, I guess it's funny. Ha- ha.
Hilary: so, what were we chatting about before you had your little accident with the huckleberry syrup?
Adam: I was about to tell you about some more about my best friend, the best friend I've been in love with since middle school.
With that message, Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. Oh . . my . . God. She hadn't made the connection before, probably because she couldn't handle the truth, probably because she couldn't handle the reality of the situation. But, now, the full implication of what was transpiring between her and Gordo was hitting her with the force of a hurricane. . . The best friend that "Adam" was talking about, the best friend that he was in love with, that best friend, that best friend was *her.*
Ohmigosh, Gordo's in love with me . . .
Lizzie took her right hand off of her heart, and put it down on the desk to support herself. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. . .why didn't he ever tell me? wondered Lizzie. And as she pondered about her friendship with Gordo, some of the things that had happened to them suddenly began to make a lot of sense. She understood now why Gordo reacted so poorly and negatively to her relationship with her ex-boyfriend . . . Gordo was jealous. . .
Lizzie put her fingers back on the keyboard to type a message. She still decided to keep her identity a secret, because now, even more than ever, she felt like a jumbled mix of conflicting emotions, a jumbled mix of emotions that were pulling and nagging at her from several directions all at once. She needed time to sort through her collage of feelings.
And right now, despite the fortune teller's prophecy, she still couldn't imagine herself being with Gordo in a romantic relationship. It just didn't feel . . .*right*. She had known Gordo all her life, almost as if he were a brother, and as much as she loved him dearly, she didn't know if she could have anything more than platonic feelings for him.
But . . .it wasn't as if she was closing the possibility. She just needed time, time to re-imagine and review her friendship with Gordo from an entirely new perspective. In the meantime, before she revealed herself to Gordo, she was going to use this time to chat with "Adam," to find out a little more about how he truly feels about her. She just wanted to make sure Gordo was truly in love with her, because, frankly, she still had a hard time believing it.
Hilary: Tell me more about your best friend, Adam. What is she like?
As Lizzie asked this question, she felt a wave of nervousness crash over her body, as she suddenly found herself very curious and anxious to hear Gordo's response.
Adam: Well, for one thing, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever known in my life.
Ohhh, gasped Lizzie. Lizzie's heart was overcome with a soft, tender, loving ache, as her mind, heart, and body began to understand what Gordo had just told her. He thinks I'm beautiful . . .ohmigosh, that's so sweet, that's so sweet. Oh, Gordo, thought Lizzie, why didn't you ever tell me how you felt before?
Adam continued: She was the prettiest girl I'd known during middle school, high school, and college, but I know she never really ever understood how truly beautiful she was. She's too humble about herself. And really, her humility made and makes her beauty even more attractive, and well, more beautiful.
Lizzie started blushing furiously. It was as if Gordo knew her from the inside out, and knew things about her that even she wasn't fully aware of.
Hilary: she sounds . . .amazing, Adam.
Lizzie felt very awkward about complimenting herself. And she kicked herself because she almost typed in "Gordo" instead of "Adam."
Adam: She really is, Hilary. She really is. Do you want to hear more?
Lizzie typed her response immediately. Hilary: Yes!! Please go on!!!
Don't stop, Gordo, don't stop. . .
Adam: okay! Anyway, like I said earlier, she's been my best friend since we were babies, and I've been in love with her almost as long. She's not only beautiful on the outside, she's also beautiful from the inside. There's just something about her spirit, her soul, that has drawn me to her ever since I've known her. I love how she loves her friends, and how she has always been there for me, through everything. I trust her completely, and there isn't a thing in the world that I wouldn't tell her, except . . .
Hilary: except what?
Adam: except how I really feel about her. Believe me, there have been so many moments when I tried to get up the nerve to tell her the truth, and each time, something would come up or I just couldn't get myself to say it to her. Too afraid, I guess.
But, you're doing it right now, Gordo, you're doing it right now. And I'm loving it, thought Lizzie. This was a side of Gordo that she never realized existed in him, and it was beginning to transform her feelings towards Gordo. Maybe, just maybe, Gordo can be someone who's more than just a friend . . .