Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue.
"…Dear Lizzie…"When I got home, I shook the mouse to wake up my computer, and was surprised to see an icon blinking in the corner of the screen, indicating that I had a new email. Curiously, I clicked to open the message.
"Dear Lizzie,
Thanks for your advice, but I think I need some more! I tried following my heart, but I still don't know what to do. My heart wants me to tell my friend how I feel, but each time I'm about to tell her, I chicken out and finish with some lame comment.
What should I do now?
Signed, Confused Guy"
'He wrote back,' was the first thing I thought. Then I thought, 'Oh no, now I'll have to give him more advice!'
That's okay, though, because obviously my advice was good before, he just needs more.
I can do this, I can do this.
"Dear Confused,
Write your friend a note. Girls love getting notes, and writing to her, putting your feelings in words, will show her how much she means to you. Good luck! I hope things work out with you and your friend! And I want you to tell me all about what happens!
Signed, Lizzie."
"There," Lizzie said aloud to a silent room. "That sounds almost professional!"
She hovered her hand over the mouse, quickly rereading what she had just written. Then satisfied, she clicked "send" and logged off.
* * *
Write her a note, eh? Well, this I could do. Writing was totally my thing. Sort of. I took out a sheet of paper and picked up my pen, holding the tip just above the paper. What to write, what to write.
"Dear Lizzie"
I struggled with draft after draft of my note, never quite satisfied with how I was coming off. At last, after it had gotten quite late, I turned off the light and fell asleep. I worried the whole night about how I would give her the note and how she would react. There was really very little sleep for me that night.
* * *
The first thing I noticed when I got to school was Gordo hovering around my locker, seeming to be dancing about on his toes.
"Gordo?" I asked. "What are you doing?"
"Aha!" He replied, startled. He spun around, apparently extremely surprised to see me. "I was, ah, checking for…"
"Yes?" I prompted.
"Fruit flies!" He said. "Fruit flies! I was reading about fruit flies last night and they really seem to like you, I mean I like y—I mean—most farmers spray their orchards with hazardous chemicals to protect them from bugs. Did you know that?"
"Um, no." I moved him out of the way so I could get to my locker. He sprung away from me, still dancing on his toes.
"Are you okay, Gordo?" I asked as I pulled out a notebook. "You look like you chugged a whole pot of coffee this morning.
"Ah, yes," he answered. "Adrenaline will do that to you."
I just looked at him, as if I were trying to decipher something illegible written across his forehead. "Right," I said. Then I told him I would be late for class and scurried off.
Things pretty much got weirder from there. All day Gordo was acting jumpy and nervous and…just weird. He kept sneaking looks at me when he saw me reading something, or when he saw me thinking about something. Besides wondering what was wrong with Gordo, my thoughts kept drifting to 'Confused Guy' and I wondered if he would take my advice. I was kind of hoping that he wouldn't, since I didn't know how his friend would react when she read the note. But the again, I would love to get a note from someone telling me they liked me.
Finally the last bell rang, and I was free to go. I opened my locker and packed up my stuff, and just as I was about to slam the door and leave, I noticed a piece of paper folded over and over. I was pretty sure it had fallen from my locker, so I pocketed it and made my way to the front door.
A Note: Oh my gosh, you guys. I seriously started this thing, like, four months ago. Two, whatever. Anyway, I'm continuing now. Hope it's up to par with my last post. Oh yeah, and it's my birthday tomorrow!! Yay!!
Thanks for reading (as always),
~B*K~
