***I know, this might as well be a set in story author note, but we are so sorry that it has taken so long for an update. Schoolwork and other activities make it hard for us to get together. This is why four-day weekends are so great! Increase the peace and honor the otters that are really elephantes in disguise!
***We sing this same old song every time, and yet some people may still question. Maybe we should try opera. *Clear throats*Weeeeeeeeeee, piiiiiAAAAAceeeeeeeeerrrrrrEEEEEEE annnnnnd OtteeeeeerrrtheeeeeeeEEEEEEEEleeeeeeephaaaaaaaaanntEEEEEEEE dooooon't ooooooooowwwn LiiiiiiizzzzzIEEEEEEEEE McguiRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRe. PleEEEEEEEEEEase doooooooon't sUUUUUUUUUUe! ***
Chapter Eleven
Waiting for Bob
"I don't think we have to go to the library, either," Gordo said, agreeing with Lizzie.
"I would have never guessed," Lizzie said, "You do think that this is Rob's son, don't you?"
Gordo nodded his head, "That is exactly what I was thinking."
"Good. I was just making sure we were thinking the same thing."
Gordo nodded his head, "We are."
"So, should we go to his room, or did he say he had a class?" Lizzie said.
"Hold on, Lizzie! Maybe we are wrong here! Maybe this is a different Robert Jones. We shouldn't give our hopes up."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "But we should at least ask him. It doesn't hurt."
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess you are right. So, are we going to his room?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Unless you have another idea."
"Nope, I don't"
"Then what are we waiting for? We should go now before we need to go home!"
"Fine. Let's go!"
Lizzie and Gordo walked to where Professor Jones would be, and noticed he had a class.
"What now?" Gordo asked.
"We'll wait. He can't keep them there all day!" Lizzie said. She sat down on the bench nearby in the hall.
"What do we do until then?"
"I don't know about you," Lizzie said, "But I am writing in my journal."
"Good idea," Gordo said, and he reached into his bag and got out his journal.
"You brought your journal?" Lizzie said, with a smile coming across her face. She was flattered that he was using the journal she gave him.
"Yeah," Gordo said, "I have been writing in it a little." He smiled, knowing this would make her happy.
Lizzie smiled, "Good. I mean, its good that you are keeping a journal. . .for historical purposes I mean."
"What do you mean?" Gordo asked.
"I mean, well, when you are old, you can look back and reflect on the memories or, you know, leave it behind for someone else. Maybe history will repeat itself."
"Yeah," Gordo said, "Possibly." He had a feeling that the way he wanted history to repeat itself was different from what Lizzie meant. He wasn't about to ask her about it, so he just started to write.
***
July 11th, 2003
Dear Journal,
I have to say, me writing in something two days in a row is a rare case. I am doing it because of Lizzie, though. Her fascination with this whole letter thing is very intriguing. I keep hoping it will open doors for discussion about our friendship, but it hasn't happened yet. Its only been like two days and everything, but my patience wears thinner every day. Not only do I spend practically every waking moment with that girl, but she is also keeping me up at night and in my dreams. I used to think time would go by, and my feelings would pass, but ever since Rome, I don't know if I will ever get over her, because Rome gave me hope. Everyday after Rome, I lose a little hope, but because of Rome, I have to wonder if there is a slight chance that she feels the same way about me.
Yeah, I know two weeks have passed, and I feel like it's too late to get into a discussion about it now. I have to wait for her to say something. I know I am a coward, but I just have to, especially now with Larry and everything. That is a whole other story. This Larry thing has thrown me through a loop. What could Lizzie possible want from Larry?
Anyway, as I am writing, I think we are very close to finding out something, because we think we have found the son on Robert. We aren't positive, but we are pretty sure.
Lets be honest here. A very small part of me wants this whole thing to be over. It isn't that I have lost interest of it, but it seems like it is clouding up Lizzie's mind. She can barely talk about anything, but this. I know, though, that when Lizzie is determined, she doesn't give up easily, so she won't give up until it's over. I don't mind it, though. Who knows? Maybe this will bring us even closer, and there is the mild miniscule change that Lizzie will discover that she is in love with her own best friend.
AHHH! I feel like screaming around Lizzie all the time these days. My head is clouded with so many thoughts, and since most of them are about how much I like Lizzie, its hard to speak without the fear that I might accidentally say something I didn't mean to say. Lizzie probably thinks I am nuts, but I'm really not!
***
In the meantime…Lizzie writes.
July 11th, 2003
Dear Journal,
We are in Los Angeles and I think we are on to something! Oh, and even better, Gordo is actually using the journal I gave him! How sweet is that!? I took a gamble giving him that notebook, thinking he would stuff it under his bed or something. Now, I just wish I could read what he is writing. I mean, he seems so into it and passionate about it. Maybe he is frustrated with something.
Oh well. It's not really my business. I mean, I am curious, but I wouldn't want him reading my deepest innermost thoughts. Especially, since a lot of them have been involving him. I recently went through a defining moment in my life, the day I realized I no longer liked Ethan Craft. It took me long enough, but it was about time. I had to move on to different people, and every single day, it becomes a little clearer. It's down to three people who I could see myself dating: Harrison Ford when he was in his Star Wars Era, Aaron Carter, and David Gordon. Now, Harrison Ford is, like, sixty-one, and Aaron Carter is too cocky and seems like he is trying too hard to be Nick, so that leaves David Gordon. Who needs to other two options when you have David Gordon? Or, better known as Gordo? He isn't almost a senior citizen and he doesn't have an older brother to copy.
Oh, yeah, there is this one problem. He is my best friend. Dating him seems like a perfect idea in theory, but out of theory, the idea is so problematic. Wow, I am making this sound like a science fair project. Anyway, I only wish I knew what he thought about this all, because this is all pretty new to me. I want to know if he likes me as more than a friend, so I don't make a fool out of myself.
This is my life. Life as me is pretty deep stuff. I am so not sure how I am supposed to act when I am around him, so I preoccupy everything. That's why this letter in the attic was so great. It would keep my mind busy. He probably thinks I am really obsessed with it all, but to tell you the truth, I cover all of my thoughts with this distraction.
It is pretty hopeless to fall in love with your best friend, isn't it?
Much love,
Lizzie
***
As they were finishing up their letters, the door opened. Gordo and Lizzie quickly shut their journals, and watched as students exited the room. Gordo and Lizzie scurried to put their journals up, but while Gordo was putting his back, Lizzie noticed that a folded piece of paper fell out of his journal.
She was going to tell Gordo this, but then she stopped herself out of curiosity. She put her journal up and waited for him to stand up before she grabbed the folded paper on the floor and stuffed it into her bag before she got up.
Gordo looked at Lizzie and smiled, "Ready to see him?"
Lizzie smiled and nodded her head, "Of course."
Lizzie was also ready to get home and away from Gordo to see what fell from his journal. It could be nothing, but it seemed to strange to be nothing.
Little did Lizzie know that the folded piece of paper was the farthest from nothing imaginable.
***
The folded piece of paper, just to remind you, it the "letter" Gordo wrote to Lizzie in chapter seven, but never wanted her to actually read. Oooohhh This has to mean something is about to go down. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Please review!
***We sing this same old song every time, and yet some people may still question. Maybe we should try opera. *Clear throats*Weeeeeeeeeee, piiiiiAAAAAceeeeeeeeerrrrrrEEEEEEE annnnnnd OtteeeeeerrrtheeeeeeeEEEEEEEEleeeeeeephaaaaaaaaanntEEEEEEEE dooooon't ooooooooowwwn LiiiiiiizzzzzIEEEEEEEEE McguiRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRe. PleEEEEEEEEEEase doooooooon't sUUUUUUUUUUe! ***
Chapter Eleven
Waiting for Bob
"I don't think we have to go to the library, either," Gordo said, agreeing with Lizzie.
"I would have never guessed," Lizzie said, "You do think that this is Rob's son, don't you?"
Gordo nodded his head, "That is exactly what I was thinking."
"Good. I was just making sure we were thinking the same thing."
Gordo nodded his head, "We are."
"So, should we go to his room, or did he say he had a class?" Lizzie said.
"Hold on, Lizzie! Maybe we are wrong here! Maybe this is a different Robert Jones. We shouldn't give our hopes up."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "But we should at least ask him. It doesn't hurt."
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess you are right. So, are we going to his room?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Unless you have another idea."
"Nope, I don't"
"Then what are we waiting for? We should go now before we need to go home!"
"Fine. Let's go!"
Lizzie and Gordo walked to where Professor Jones would be, and noticed he had a class.
"What now?" Gordo asked.
"We'll wait. He can't keep them there all day!" Lizzie said. She sat down on the bench nearby in the hall.
"What do we do until then?"
"I don't know about you," Lizzie said, "But I am writing in my journal."
"Good idea," Gordo said, and he reached into his bag and got out his journal.
"You brought your journal?" Lizzie said, with a smile coming across her face. She was flattered that he was using the journal she gave him.
"Yeah," Gordo said, "I have been writing in it a little." He smiled, knowing this would make her happy.
Lizzie smiled, "Good. I mean, its good that you are keeping a journal. . .for historical purposes I mean."
"What do you mean?" Gordo asked.
"I mean, well, when you are old, you can look back and reflect on the memories or, you know, leave it behind for someone else. Maybe history will repeat itself."
"Yeah," Gordo said, "Possibly." He had a feeling that the way he wanted history to repeat itself was different from what Lizzie meant. He wasn't about to ask her about it, so he just started to write.
***
July 11th, 2003
Dear Journal,
I have to say, me writing in something two days in a row is a rare case. I am doing it because of Lizzie, though. Her fascination with this whole letter thing is very intriguing. I keep hoping it will open doors for discussion about our friendship, but it hasn't happened yet. Its only been like two days and everything, but my patience wears thinner every day. Not only do I spend practically every waking moment with that girl, but she is also keeping me up at night and in my dreams. I used to think time would go by, and my feelings would pass, but ever since Rome, I don't know if I will ever get over her, because Rome gave me hope. Everyday after Rome, I lose a little hope, but because of Rome, I have to wonder if there is a slight chance that she feels the same way about me.
Yeah, I know two weeks have passed, and I feel like it's too late to get into a discussion about it now. I have to wait for her to say something. I know I am a coward, but I just have to, especially now with Larry and everything. That is a whole other story. This Larry thing has thrown me through a loop. What could Lizzie possible want from Larry?
Anyway, as I am writing, I think we are very close to finding out something, because we think we have found the son on Robert. We aren't positive, but we are pretty sure.
Lets be honest here. A very small part of me wants this whole thing to be over. It isn't that I have lost interest of it, but it seems like it is clouding up Lizzie's mind. She can barely talk about anything, but this. I know, though, that when Lizzie is determined, she doesn't give up easily, so she won't give up until it's over. I don't mind it, though. Who knows? Maybe this will bring us even closer, and there is the mild miniscule change that Lizzie will discover that she is in love with her own best friend.
AHHH! I feel like screaming around Lizzie all the time these days. My head is clouded with so many thoughts, and since most of them are about how much I like Lizzie, its hard to speak without the fear that I might accidentally say something I didn't mean to say. Lizzie probably thinks I am nuts, but I'm really not!
***
In the meantime…Lizzie writes.
July 11th, 2003
Dear Journal,
We are in Los Angeles and I think we are on to something! Oh, and even better, Gordo is actually using the journal I gave him! How sweet is that!? I took a gamble giving him that notebook, thinking he would stuff it under his bed or something. Now, I just wish I could read what he is writing. I mean, he seems so into it and passionate about it. Maybe he is frustrated with something.
Oh well. It's not really my business. I mean, I am curious, but I wouldn't want him reading my deepest innermost thoughts. Especially, since a lot of them have been involving him. I recently went through a defining moment in my life, the day I realized I no longer liked Ethan Craft. It took me long enough, but it was about time. I had to move on to different people, and every single day, it becomes a little clearer. It's down to three people who I could see myself dating: Harrison Ford when he was in his Star Wars Era, Aaron Carter, and David Gordon. Now, Harrison Ford is, like, sixty-one, and Aaron Carter is too cocky and seems like he is trying too hard to be Nick, so that leaves David Gordon. Who needs to other two options when you have David Gordon? Or, better known as Gordo? He isn't almost a senior citizen and he doesn't have an older brother to copy.
Oh, yeah, there is this one problem. He is my best friend. Dating him seems like a perfect idea in theory, but out of theory, the idea is so problematic. Wow, I am making this sound like a science fair project. Anyway, I only wish I knew what he thought about this all, because this is all pretty new to me. I want to know if he likes me as more than a friend, so I don't make a fool out of myself.
This is my life. Life as me is pretty deep stuff. I am so not sure how I am supposed to act when I am around him, so I preoccupy everything. That's why this letter in the attic was so great. It would keep my mind busy. He probably thinks I am really obsessed with it all, but to tell you the truth, I cover all of my thoughts with this distraction.
It is pretty hopeless to fall in love with your best friend, isn't it?
Much love,
Lizzie
***
As they were finishing up their letters, the door opened. Gordo and Lizzie quickly shut their journals, and watched as students exited the room. Gordo and Lizzie scurried to put their journals up, but while Gordo was putting his back, Lizzie noticed that a folded piece of paper fell out of his journal.
She was going to tell Gordo this, but then she stopped herself out of curiosity. She put her journal up and waited for him to stand up before she grabbed the folded paper on the floor and stuffed it into her bag before she got up.
Gordo looked at Lizzie and smiled, "Ready to see him?"
Lizzie smiled and nodded her head, "Of course."
Lizzie was also ready to get home and away from Gordo to see what fell from his journal. It could be nothing, but it seemed to strange to be nothing.
Little did Lizzie know that the folded piece of paper was the farthest from nothing imaginable.
***
The folded piece of paper, just to remind you, it the "letter" Gordo wrote to Lizzie in chapter seven, but never wanted her to actually read. Oooohhh This has to mean something is about to go down. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Please review!