Author's Note: here's chapter twelve! And I know you all want Adam and
Hilary to meet, and they will, soon! I promise! Anyway, here's chapter
twelve, it starts off with Gordo's point of view, then switches over to
Lizzie's. Read and review! Thanks, hm
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It makes no sense at all, but I think I just might be falling in love with Hilary, mused David. . . .
"No, no, no, no, Gordo, man, get those thoughts out of your mind!" He vigorously shook his head, hoping his unwanted thoughts would shake loose and fall away.
I'm in love with Lizzie, with Lizzie, I can't be falling in love with someone else, I just can't, especially someone you haven't even really met yet! It makes no sense, man, it makes no sense!
Yeah, he continued to ponder, but since when did love ever have to make sense? There's just something about her, I can't place it, but I feel like I've known Hilary all my life, there's just something so familiar about her. And I just know she's beautiful, I just know it.
Drowning in his thoughts, he saw Hilary's response on his computer screen.
Hilary: uh, you think I'm gorgeous? Are you absolutely nuts???!??!?
Adam: yeah, well, I am *nuts* lol, but that doesn't mean you aren't gorgeous.
Hilary: Uh, hello, Adam, you haven't even met me, there's no way in the world you can you say I'm gorgeous. Not that I'm complaining, btw. : p
Adam: I know it's not rational, but, it's so weird, I just *know* it's true. I know you're beautiful, Hilary. Am I right or am I right? : ) : )
Hilary: uhhh, I'm gonna take the Fifth on that question! I *can't* answer that!
Adam: Aha! I knew it, I knew it. You are beautiful, but you're just like Lizzie, you can't quite see it in yourself, you can't quite admit it to yourself. : )
Hilary: grrr . . . you know you're very insistent, don't you?
Adam: yes! I am! And I'm always right!
Hilary: oh, you are, are you? Hmmpfh.
Adam: Yes, and you're very cute when you're angry! : )
Hilary: Lol! Alright, alright. I give. I mean, how can I be angry with you for telling me I'm beautiful?? : )
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LIZZIE'S POV
Lizzie sat in her chair, her face flushed, her heart racing with pure joy and anticipation. Ohmigosh, Gordo is such a flirt! I really didn't know he had this in him!
She smiled, let out a soft chuckle, then she was suddenly hit with the burning desire to tell him the truth. I can't keep this up anymore, I need to tell him, this just isn't right. And, and, it feels right, it feels like the right moment to tell him the truth. Especially since, especially since, I feel so much affection for him right now, I feel, I feel . . . .
Love . . . I feel love towards Gordo, I feeling loving feelings for Gordo, . . . Lizzie, just admit it to yourself, you love him, you're in love with him, you're deeply and madly and unequivocally in love with Gordo, with Gordo!!
A broad smile flashed across her face. She felt so sure of herself, so sure of her feelings, she was just dying to tell Gordo the truth, to tell him that she loved him, to tell him that during all these years, she had always been in love with him.
Just as she was about to reveal her identity, she saw Adam type in another message.
Adam: Hilary, don't you think it's really unusual what's happening between us?
Hilary: Oh? What do you mean?
Alright, I wanna see where Gordo's going with this before I tell him who I am.
Adam: I mean, I'm telling you things that I've never told anyone in my life before, and yet, I don't know who you really are, I don't really know what you look like, I really don't know anything about you.
Lizzie worried about the tenor of Adam's questions. What was he getting at, she wondered?
Hilary: does that bother you, Adam? Does it bother you that you're revealing yourself to a total stranger?
Adam: no, not at all! This just feels absolutely perfect, absolutely wonderful. And when I think about what's happening, it just feels like this was all *meant* to happen, you know? But, it just feels so unreal, like it's all dream, that there's no way I could meet someone like you in such a random and happenstance way. Do you know what I mean, Hilary?
I know, Gordo, I know. . . .
Hilary: I feel the same way, Adam. I really do.
Adam: you're so special to me, Hilary, you truly are. I knew you were special the moment I saw you enter the chatroom.
Hilary: you did? really? But, but, you don't know me Adam! How can you think I'm so special to you? It doesn't make any sense!
Adam: yeah, but it feels right, doesn't it?
Hilary: yes, it does. . . .
Adam: okay, I need to tell you something, Hilary.
Hilary: um, okay, sure. Tell me . . . what's up, Adam? : )
Adam: This is absolutely nuts, insane, completely fantastical, but the truth is, I know, I just know that deep in my heart, that I'm falling in love with you, Hilary.
What did he just write???? He couldn't be, He can't be, no, no . . . .
Hilary: let me get this straight, did you just say you're falling in love with me?
Adam: Yes. Look, Hilary, it makes no sense at all, I know, but, I can't help the way I'm feeling. Believe me, I'm the most rational, skeptical, scientific person I know, and I don't usually let myself swim in my emotions. But, there's just something about you that touches me deeply. It's like I've known you all my life.
Lizzie felt immensely flattered and completely betrayed by what Adam was telling her. Waitaminute, Gordo's falling in love with me, after he's just told me how much he's in love with me, I mean Lizzie, I mean me. . . .
Lizzie slapped her forehead in utter frustration. Ugh. But, he's not really betraying you because he's telling you he loves *you.* Yeah, he may be falling for "Hilary," but that just means he's really falling in love with me, because I'm Hilary . . .
Lizzie buried her face in her hands. Okay, I'm getting myself all confused. . . . I seriously need some aspirin, right now . . . .
Hilary: um, I'm flattered and all, Adam, but, I wonder, how can you be falling in love with me if you've never met me before?
Adam replied instantly.
Adam: Because I *know* it. I can feel it in my heart.
Hilary: No, no, come on, let's be realistic, you've never met me, you don't know what I look like, I could be a 300 pound circus fat lady for all you know, and we've only been chatting online for a few hours.
Adam: Well, I think it's like this. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Hilary: yeah, maybe.
Adam: well, I do. And how is this any different? It's love at first "read." : )
Hilary: ha, ha, that's cute, but, reading someone's words over the internet is very different from being face to face with someone.
Adam: Well, then, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. Ohmigosh, he isn't going, he doesn't want to, he isn't going to say . . .
Adam: I want to meet you, Hilary. In real life, in real time, face to face. Just tell me where you are and I'll fly out there to meet you.
Hilary: uhhh . . .. hold on, let me think about what you're asking, Adam.
Ohmigosh ohmigosh, this is getting sooooo complicated! Uh-oh, think of something, think of something, think of something . . . .
After a moment's thought, however, Lizzie suddenly began to feel even more intensely jealous of the whole situation.
She was taken aback by the confidence and assertiveness in Gordo's message. How could he be so sure? And, how could he be in love with Lizzie, I mean with me, if he's so quick to fall for some woman he just met over the internet?
Hilary: But, Adam, before I agree to meet with you, what about everything you just told me about how much you love Lizzie? How could you be falling for me, unless you don't love her anymore. Is that right?
Lizzie typed in her message with great trepidation. I don't want to know the answer, I don't, I don't, I don't. . . .
Adam: I still love Lizzie with all of my heart. I would give anything to be with her right now, to hold her, to embrace her, to take in all of her with all of my senses.
Lizzie sighed with relief, then started feeling those jealous emotions creep back into her heart. But, but, if you still love me, Lizzie, how come you want to meet Hilary so badly? Hmm, what's Hilary got that I haven't got?
She slapped her forehead again, sighed, and mused, Lizzie, do you realize just how ridiculous you sound?
Hilary: But, if you are still in love with her, how come you want to meet with me? Why don't you tell Lizzie how you feel? What about how she feels?
Adam: I want Lizzie, I'm in love with Lizzie, *and* I'm falling in love with you, Hilary. It's a paradox. But, I can't help it, I can't help the way I'm feeling right now. I just know, I don't know how, but I do, that when I meet you, you'll be everything I've dreamed of in a woman. There's this part of me that keeps telling me we're meant to be together.
Lizzie read Gordo's message and felt as if she was about to implode from the force of her conflicting emotions. Maybe I should tell him the truth . . . .
No no no, I need to know how he really and truly feels about me, Lizzie, before I tell him the truth. I can't tell him the truth if he'd rather be with Hilary than with me.. . .
Lizzie rolled her eyes at the completely absurdity of her last thought. Great, this is absolutely sublime and unreal. . . I'm actually, truly, and madly jealous of me, of myself!!
She didn't know what to feel and believe anymore. The only thing she was certain of at this moment was that she was beginning to feel lightheaded and that she more than anything else just wanted some aspirin.
What do I do now? she wondered. She closed her eyes, rubbed her throbbing temples, meditated for a moment, then quickly came to a decision.
Hilary: Adam, that was really, really sweet of you to say, but, I have to tell you something.
Adam: sure, okay. Go ahead. It's not bad news or anything is it? Don't tell me you're married!
Hilary: no, no, no, nothing like that!
Adam: whew, you had me going for a second. So, what's up?
As Lizzie typed in her response, she felt as if she was about to jump off a cliff and plunge into a dark abyss.
Hilary: Hi Gordo, it's me, Lizzie McGuire. Hilary Duff is my username, you've been chatting with me all this time. . . .
As soon as she entered the message, she held her breath and anxiously waited for a response. . . . .
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It makes no sense at all, but I think I just might be falling in love with Hilary, mused David. . . .
"No, no, no, no, Gordo, man, get those thoughts out of your mind!" He vigorously shook his head, hoping his unwanted thoughts would shake loose and fall away.
I'm in love with Lizzie, with Lizzie, I can't be falling in love with someone else, I just can't, especially someone you haven't even really met yet! It makes no sense, man, it makes no sense!
Yeah, he continued to ponder, but since when did love ever have to make sense? There's just something about her, I can't place it, but I feel like I've known Hilary all my life, there's just something so familiar about her. And I just know she's beautiful, I just know it.
Drowning in his thoughts, he saw Hilary's response on his computer screen.
Hilary: uh, you think I'm gorgeous? Are you absolutely nuts???!??!?
Adam: yeah, well, I am *nuts* lol, but that doesn't mean you aren't gorgeous.
Hilary: Uh, hello, Adam, you haven't even met me, there's no way in the world you can you say I'm gorgeous. Not that I'm complaining, btw. : p
Adam: I know it's not rational, but, it's so weird, I just *know* it's true. I know you're beautiful, Hilary. Am I right or am I right? : ) : )
Hilary: uhhh, I'm gonna take the Fifth on that question! I *can't* answer that!
Adam: Aha! I knew it, I knew it. You are beautiful, but you're just like Lizzie, you can't quite see it in yourself, you can't quite admit it to yourself. : )
Hilary: grrr . . . you know you're very insistent, don't you?
Adam: yes! I am! And I'm always right!
Hilary: oh, you are, are you? Hmmpfh.
Adam: Yes, and you're very cute when you're angry! : )
Hilary: Lol! Alright, alright. I give. I mean, how can I be angry with you for telling me I'm beautiful?? : )
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LIZZIE'S POV
Lizzie sat in her chair, her face flushed, her heart racing with pure joy and anticipation. Ohmigosh, Gordo is such a flirt! I really didn't know he had this in him!
She smiled, let out a soft chuckle, then she was suddenly hit with the burning desire to tell him the truth. I can't keep this up anymore, I need to tell him, this just isn't right. And, and, it feels right, it feels like the right moment to tell him the truth. Especially since, especially since, I feel so much affection for him right now, I feel, I feel . . . .
Love . . . I feel love towards Gordo, I feeling loving feelings for Gordo, . . . Lizzie, just admit it to yourself, you love him, you're in love with him, you're deeply and madly and unequivocally in love with Gordo, with Gordo!!
A broad smile flashed across her face. She felt so sure of herself, so sure of her feelings, she was just dying to tell Gordo the truth, to tell him that she loved him, to tell him that during all these years, she had always been in love with him.
Just as she was about to reveal her identity, she saw Adam type in another message.
Adam: Hilary, don't you think it's really unusual what's happening between us?
Hilary: Oh? What do you mean?
Alright, I wanna see where Gordo's going with this before I tell him who I am.
Adam: I mean, I'm telling you things that I've never told anyone in my life before, and yet, I don't know who you really are, I don't really know what you look like, I really don't know anything about you.
Lizzie worried about the tenor of Adam's questions. What was he getting at, she wondered?
Hilary: does that bother you, Adam? Does it bother you that you're revealing yourself to a total stranger?
Adam: no, not at all! This just feels absolutely perfect, absolutely wonderful. And when I think about what's happening, it just feels like this was all *meant* to happen, you know? But, it just feels so unreal, like it's all dream, that there's no way I could meet someone like you in such a random and happenstance way. Do you know what I mean, Hilary?
I know, Gordo, I know. . . .
Hilary: I feel the same way, Adam. I really do.
Adam: you're so special to me, Hilary, you truly are. I knew you were special the moment I saw you enter the chatroom.
Hilary: you did? really? But, but, you don't know me Adam! How can you think I'm so special to you? It doesn't make any sense!
Adam: yeah, but it feels right, doesn't it?
Hilary: yes, it does. . . .
Adam: okay, I need to tell you something, Hilary.
Hilary: um, okay, sure. Tell me . . . what's up, Adam? : )
Adam: This is absolutely nuts, insane, completely fantastical, but the truth is, I know, I just know that deep in my heart, that I'm falling in love with you, Hilary.
What did he just write???? He couldn't be, He can't be, no, no . . . .
Hilary: let me get this straight, did you just say you're falling in love with me?
Adam: Yes. Look, Hilary, it makes no sense at all, I know, but, I can't help the way I'm feeling. Believe me, I'm the most rational, skeptical, scientific person I know, and I don't usually let myself swim in my emotions. But, there's just something about you that touches me deeply. It's like I've known you all my life.
Lizzie felt immensely flattered and completely betrayed by what Adam was telling her. Waitaminute, Gordo's falling in love with me, after he's just told me how much he's in love with me, I mean Lizzie, I mean me. . . .
Lizzie slapped her forehead in utter frustration. Ugh. But, he's not really betraying you because he's telling you he loves *you.* Yeah, he may be falling for "Hilary," but that just means he's really falling in love with me, because I'm Hilary . . .
Lizzie buried her face in her hands. Okay, I'm getting myself all confused. . . . I seriously need some aspirin, right now . . . .
Hilary: um, I'm flattered and all, Adam, but, I wonder, how can you be falling in love with me if you've never met me before?
Adam replied instantly.
Adam: Because I *know* it. I can feel it in my heart.
Hilary: No, no, come on, let's be realistic, you've never met me, you don't know what I look like, I could be a 300 pound circus fat lady for all you know, and we've only been chatting online for a few hours.
Adam: Well, I think it's like this. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Hilary: yeah, maybe.
Adam: well, I do. And how is this any different? It's love at first "read." : )
Hilary: ha, ha, that's cute, but, reading someone's words over the internet is very different from being face to face with someone.
Adam: Well, then, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. Ohmigosh, he isn't going, he doesn't want to, he isn't going to say . . .
Adam: I want to meet you, Hilary. In real life, in real time, face to face. Just tell me where you are and I'll fly out there to meet you.
Hilary: uhhh . . .. hold on, let me think about what you're asking, Adam.
Ohmigosh ohmigosh, this is getting sooooo complicated! Uh-oh, think of something, think of something, think of something . . . .
After a moment's thought, however, Lizzie suddenly began to feel even more intensely jealous of the whole situation.
She was taken aback by the confidence and assertiveness in Gordo's message. How could he be so sure? And, how could he be in love with Lizzie, I mean with me, if he's so quick to fall for some woman he just met over the internet?
Hilary: But, Adam, before I agree to meet with you, what about everything you just told me about how much you love Lizzie? How could you be falling for me, unless you don't love her anymore. Is that right?
Lizzie typed in her message with great trepidation. I don't want to know the answer, I don't, I don't, I don't. . . .
Adam: I still love Lizzie with all of my heart. I would give anything to be with her right now, to hold her, to embrace her, to take in all of her with all of my senses.
Lizzie sighed with relief, then started feeling those jealous emotions creep back into her heart. But, but, if you still love me, Lizzie, how come you want to meet Hilary so badly? Hmm, what's Hilary got that I haven't got?
She slapped her forehead again, sighed, and mused, Lizzie, do you realize just how ridiculous you sound?
Hilary: But, if you are still in love with her, how come you want to meet with me? Why don't you tell Lizzie how you feel? What about how she feels?
Adam: I want Lizzie, I'm in love with Lizzie, *and* I'm falling in love with you, Hilary. It's a paradox. But, I can't help it, I can't help the way I'm feeling right now. I just know, I don't know how, but I do, that when I meet you, you'll be everything I've dreamed of in a woman. There's this part of me that keeps telling me we're meant to be together.
Lizzie read Gordo's message and felt as if she was about to implode from the force of her conflicting emotions. Maybe I should tell him the truth . . . .
No no no, I need to know how he really and truly feels about me, Lizzie, before I tell him the truth. I can't tell him the truth if he'd rather be with Hilary than with me.. . .
Lizzie rolled her eyes at the completely absurdity of her last thought. Great, this is absolutely sublime and unreal. . . I'm actually, truly, and madly jealous of me, of myself!!
She didn't know what to feel and believe anymore. The only thing she was certain of at this moment was that she was beginning to feel lightheaded and that she more than anything else just wanted some aspirin.
What do I do now? she wondered. She closed her eyes, rubbed her throbbing temples, meditated for a moment, then quickly came to a decision.
Hilary: Adam, that was really, really sweet of you to say, but, I have to tell you something.
Adam: sure, okay. Go ahead. It's not bad news or anything is it? Don't tell me you're married!
Hilary: no, no, no, nothing like that!
Adam: whew, you had me going for a second. So, what's up?
As Lizzie typed in her response, she felt as if she was about to jump off a cliff and plunge into a dark abyss.
Hilary: Hi Gordo, it's me, Lizzie McGuire. Hilary Duff is my username, you've been chatting with me all this time. . . .
As soon as she entered the message, she held her breath and anxiously waited for a response. . . . .