Author's Note: Sorry for the late update, here's chapter eleven, finally.
Thanks again for all the reviews, and please be patient, and don't worry,
they'll get together soon!
This chapter first starts from Lizzie's POV, then switches over to David's. Please read and review!!! hm
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Adam: I know that now. But, back then, really, I guess I couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl like Lizzie could ever miss me the way I missed her, the way I loved her. So, instead of telling her how I really felt, I acted like I hardly missed her at all, that I was okay being away from her. But, the truth is, that day, I wanted nothing more than to just be with the girl I loved.
As Lizzie read Adam's message, she was deeply moved and touched by his tender words. Ohmigosh, Gordo is so amazing, why have I been so blind to the feelings between us all this time?
Hilary: you are really sweet, you know that? : )
Adam: really? You think I'm sweet? You're making me blush, Hilary! : )
Hilary: well too bad, because it's true, I know it! But, I'll have you know, you are a complete idiot for not telling her the truth back then. You're sweet, but an idiot! A sweet idiot! ; )
Adam: Ha! me being an idiot, now that I can believe! Lol! Yeah, Hilary, you don't know how often I kick myself for not telling Lizzie the truth.
Hilary: why are you so afraid of telling her?
Adam: Because she's the love of my life. Honestly. And I don't know what I would do if I told her the truth and she told me she doesn't, that she couldn't, love me the way I love her, you know?
Lizzie gasped. The love of my life? He thinks I'm the love of his life??? Oh, Gordo, ohmigosh, you're taking my breath away, you're sweeping me off my feet!
Deeply touched by Adam's words, Lizzie momentarily forgot that she was pretending not to be herself and without thinking, instinctively typed in a response.
Hilary: ohmigosh, the love of your life? That's is so unbelievably sweet of you to say, Adam! Thank you, thank you, thank you . . .
Adam: thank me? For what?
Lizzie's heart froze. Oh, my, God. She slapped her forehead and muttered, "Oh, Lizzie! Why'd you thank him, you're Hilary remember, Hilary, not Lizzie, Hilary!!!!" She pursed her lips then quickly typed in a message.
Hilary: oh! I personally wasn't thanking you, what I meant was, that if I was Lizzie, and you had told me that I'm the love of your life, I would totally appreciate it, it would mean so much to me, I mean to Lizzie, and so I, she, she and I, would thank you. I mean, Lizzie would thank you, not me, Lizzie. I mean I'm not Lizzie, but, if I were Lizzie, that's what I would say. Uh, make sense?
Adam: Lol! Actually, I don't know how, but I understand exactly what you're saying.
"Whew!!" Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief.
Hilary: great!
As she thought about how close she had been to giving away her identity, she began to think that she should tell him the truth. I can't keep going on like this, thought Lizzie, it's not fair to Gordo, and he'd have every right to be upset at me for deceiving him.
But, but, but, I still don't know what I'm feeling or how I'm feeling about Gordo, and I would have no idea what to say or how to be if I were to tell him the truth. . . .
She rolled her eyes, slapped her forehead again, then decided, not yet, not just yet. . . soon, but I still need some time, to be sure, I just want to be sure.
She contemplated about her decision, then she said to herself, Oh geez, Lizzie McGuire, you're some piece of work, Gordo has just told you that you're the love of his life, and you still want more reassurances that he's madly in love with you?????
She paused for a moment.
Then she shouted out loud, "YES!!" and with renewed vigor, she furiously began typing in a question that she desperately wanted to ask Adam.
Hilary: uh, Adam, I want to ask you something, something about, you know, Lizzie.
Adam: shoot, ask away! : )
Hilary: uh, you said, you know, that you thought Lizzie was beautiful, right?
Adam: yep.
Hilary: ummmm, you meant when you guys were younger right? But, do you still think she's beautiful, like right now? Yeah, she might have been cute way back when, but she's probably added a few wrinkles and maybe gained some weight since then, so you probably like her more for her personality now. Right?
Adam: ha! Of course I love her personality, but I tell you, she was a pretty girl when we were teenagers, but, my god, these past few years, she has turned into a stunningly beautiful woman. She takes my breath away, she's so beautiful! And I swear she just keeps getting more and more beautiful with each passing day.
Lizzie's heart was now firmly planted in her throat. She was speechless. Ohmigosh Gordo, you really think that about me? About me? "You are so good to me, Gordo," she whispered to herself.
Hilary: I know I must sound like a broken record, but you are just so sweet and charming, you're just great. And, believe me, your friend Lizzie has been a complete idiot for not seeing that in you. Trust me on this.
Adam: hey stop it! You're making me blush again!! I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to blush at compliments. : ) Thanks, thanks, thanks, Hilary.
Hilary: you are very, very, very welcome! : )
Adam: For me, she's even more beautiful because she doesn't realize just how beautiful she truly is. Her humility makes her beauty so unbelievably adorable!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohmigosh, Gordo, you are going to seriously melt my heart if you keep saying these things to me!! Oh, I wish I could be with you right now, Gordo, I want to see your face, I want to see your smile, I want you to hold me in your arms, I want you to kiss me . . . .
Hilary: you are the adorable one, Adam, honestly. I don't know if Lizzie deserves someone as truly fantastic as you.
Adam: awww.. : ) Btw, Hilary, I want to tell you something.
Hilary: shoot! Tell me! As long as it isn't bad news, right?
Adam: no, no, no bad news, on the contrary. I know this is going to sound crazy, especially since logically I should have no idea what you look like, but, I'm sure you are absolutely gorgeous, and I know it, I don't know how, but I do. Deep down, I know it's true. . . .
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DAVID'S POV
As David entered his message and waited for Hilary to respond, he sat back in his chair, amazed that he was telling some of his deepest secrets to a woman he had just met online. It was such a relief to finally get his feelings for Lizzie off of his chest. He loved the fact that he felt so free to tell her his feelings, to tell her things that he had never told anyone before. And in doing so, in sharing his feelings with Hilary, his love for Lizzie seemed that much more real, because now, it wasn't just something he kept inside of his mind and heart.
But, paradoxically, while his love for Lizzie only grew stronger as he chatted with Hilary, curiously, he found himself increasingly infatuated with her, increasingly attracted to her, increasingly curious about her.
As he chatted with her, he kept thinking about how much he wanted to gaze into her eyes instead of merely gazing at her words, about how much he wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile instead of just seeing her type a "Lol" or a smiley face.
He wanted to be with her, to actually be with Hilary, instead of just imagining what it would be like to be with her. He just felt so at home with her, and he realized he was starting to feel about her the way he feels about Lizzie.
It makes no sense at all, but I think I just might be falling in love with Hilary, mused David. . . .
This chapter first starts from Lizzie's POV, then switches over to David's. Please read and review!!! hm
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Adam: I know that now. But, back then, really, I guess I couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl like Lizzie could ever miss me the way I missed her, the way I loved her. So, instead of telling her how I really felt, I acted like I hardly missed her at all, that I was okay being away from her. But, the truth is, that day, I wanted nothing more than to just be with the girl I loved.
As Lizzie read Adam's message, she was deeply moved and touched by his tender words. Ohmigosh, Gordo is so amazing, why have I been so blind to the feelings between us all this time?
Hilary: you are really sweet, you know that? : )
Adam: really? You think I'm sweet? You're making me blush, Hilary! : )
Hilary: well too bad, because it's true, I know it! But, I'll have you know, you are a complete idiot for not telling her the truth back then. You're sweet, but an idiot! A sweet idiot! ; )
Adam: Ha! me being an idiot, now that I can believe! Lol! Yeah, Hilary, you don't know how often I kick myself for not telling Lizzie the truth.
Hilary: why are you so afraid of telling her?
Adam: Because she's the love of my life. Honestly. And I don't know what I would do if I told her the truth and she told me she doesn't, that she couldn't, love me the way I love her, you know?
Lizzie gasped. The love of my life? He thinks I'm the love of his life??? Oh, Gordo, ohmigosh, you're taking my breath away, you're sweeping me off my feet!
Deeply touched by Adam's words, Lizzie momentarily forgot that she was pretending not to be herself and without thinking, instinctively typed in a response.
Hilary: ohmigosh, the love of your life? That's is so unbelievably sweet of you to say, Adam! Thank you, thank you, thank you . . .
Adam: thank me? For what?
Lizzie's heart froze. Oh, my, God. She slapped her forehead and muttered, "Oh, Lizzie! Why'd you thank him, you're Hilary remember, Hilary, not Lizzie, Hilary!!!!" She pursed her lips then quickly typed in a message.
Hilary: oh! I personally wasn't thanking you, what I meant was, that if I was Lizzie, and you had told me that I'm the love of your life, I would totally appreciate it, it would mean so much to me, I mean to Lizzie, and so I, she, she and I, would thank you. I mean, Lizzie would thank you, not me, Lizzie. I mean I'm not Lizzie, but, if I were Lizzie, that's what I would say. Uh, make sense?
Adam: Lol! Actually, I don't know how, but I understand exactly what you're saying.
"Whew!!" Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief.
Hilary: great!
As she thought about how close she had been to giving away her identity, she began to think that she should tell him the truth. I can't keep going on like this, thought Lizzie, it's not fair to Gordo, and he'd have every right to be upset at me for deceiving him.
But, but, but, I still don't know what I'm feeling or how I'm feeling about Gordo, and I would have no idea what to say or how to be if I were to tell him the truth. . . .
She rolled her eyes, slapped her forehead again, then decided, not yet, not just yet. . . soon, but I still need some time, to be sure, I just want to be sure.
She contemplated about her decision, then she said to herself, Oh geez, Lizzie McGuire, you're some piece of work, Gordo has just told you that you're the love of his life, and you still want more reassurances that he's madly in love with you?????
She paused for a moment.
Then she shouted out loud, "YES!!" and with renewed vigor, she furiously began typing in a question that she desperately wanted to ask Adam.
Hilary: uh, Adam, I want to ask you something, something about, you know, Lizzie.
Adam: shoot, ask away! : )
Hilary: uh, you said, you know, that you thought Lizzie was beautiful, right?
Adam: yep.
Hilary: ummmm, you meant when you guys were younger right? But, do you still think she's beautiful, like right now? Yeah, she might have been cute way back when, but she's probably added a few wrinkles and maybe gained some weight since then, so you probably like her more for her personality now. Right?
Adam: ha! Of course I love her personality, but I tell you, she was a pretty girl when we were teenagers, but, my god, these past few years, she has turned into a stunningly beautiful woman. She takes my breath away, she's so beautiful! And I swear she just keeps getting more and more beautiful with each passing day.
Lizzie's heart was now firmly planted in her throat. She was speechless. Ohmigosh Gordo, you really think that about me? About me? "You are so good to me, Gordo," she whispered to herself.
Hilary: I know I must sound like a broken record, but you are just so sweet and charming, you're just great. And, believe me, your friend Lizzie has been a complete idiot for not seeing that in you. Trust me on this.
Adam: hey stop it! You're making me blush again!! I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to blush at compliments. : ) Thanks, thanks, thanks, Hilary.
Hilary: you are very, very, very welcome! : )
Adam: For me, she's even more beautiful because she doesn't realize just how beautiful she truly is. Her humility makes her beauty so unbelievably adorable!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohmigosh, Gordo, you are going to seriously melt my heart if you keep saying these things to me!! Oh, I wish I could be with you right now, Gordo, I want to see your face, I want to see your smile, I want you to hold me in your arms, I want you to kiss me . . . .
Hilary: you are the adorable one, Adam, honestly. I don't know if Lizzie deserves someone as truly fantastic as you.
Adam: awww.. : ) Btw, Hilary, I want to tell you something.
Hilary: shoot! Tell me! As long as it isn't bad news, right?
Adam: no, no, no bad news, on the contrary. I know this is going to sound crazy, especially since logically I should have no idea what you look like, but, I'm sure you are absolutely gorgeous, and I know it, I don't know how, but I do. Deep down, I know it's true. . . .
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DAVID'S POV
As David entered his message and waited for Hilary to respond, he sat back in his chair, amazed that he was telling some of his deepest secrets to a woman he had just met online. It was such a relief to finally get his feelings for Lizzie off of his chest. He loved the fact that he felt so free to tell her his feelings, to tell her things that he had never told anyone before. And in doing so, in sharing his feelings with Hilary, his love for Lizzie seemed that much more real, because now, it wasn't just something he kept inside of his mind and heart.
But, paradoxically, while his love for Lizzie only grew stronger as he chatted with Hilary, curiously, he found himself increasingly infatuated with her, increasingly attracted to her, increasingly curious about her.
As he chatted with her, he kept thinking about how much he wanted to gaze into her eyes instead of merely gazing at her words, about how much he wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile instead of just seeing her type a "Lol" or a smiley face.
He wanted to be with her, to actually be with Hilary, instead of just imagining what it would be like to be with her. He just felt so at home with her, and he realized he was starting to feel about her the way he feels about Lizzie.
It makes no sense at all, but I think I just might be falling in love with Hilary, mused David. . . .