Author's Notes: Thanks so much for the reviews! I'm glad you're all
intrigued by the story so far. Here's chapter two, please read and review.
Also, as a way to make it easier to tell which Gordo is speaking, I'm going to refer to the adult version as "David," and the teenage version as "Gordo." _______________________________________________________________________
David's head was in a swirl. He still couldn't accept what was happening. This stuff just doesn't happen in real life, thought David. But, unless either he was dreaming, or the other person on the ham radio was an extremely clever con artist, he was now actually communicating with a younger version of himself.
"You still there, Gordo?" asked the younger "Gordo."
David had to make sure that whatever was happening was really happening.
"Yes, and Gordo, please call me David. I haven't gone by Gordo in a long time."
"Sure, David."
"Uh, listen, Gordo, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
"Go ahead, I've got time. I'm just hanging out at home."
David asked, "you said you were sixteen years old. Any idea what you want to do for a career?"
"Definitely. I *know* that I'm going to become a film director. Filmmaking is my passion, it's in my blood. I've already made several video movies, and I'm planning to go to graduate film school after college. Funny you should ask since I just put the finishing touches on a science fiction short film I've been working on since middle school."
David laughed to himself. He remembered that film very well. He started it in middle school, but production had to be shut down after he maxed out his credit card. But, despite the set-back, he was determined to finish his movie, and he was able to scrape up enough cash from tutoring and lawn mowing to eventually complete the film during high school. He changed the title of the film several times, but he finally ended up naming it . . .
"I'm really proud of the film. I'm calling it "A Galaxy Too Far." Gordo completed David's sentence for him.
Yes, that was right, thought David. A Galaxy Too Far was his first "big budget" film, a film that helped him get into University of California at Berkeley, and eventually into USC graduate film school.
David took off his new eyeglasses, and rubbed his eyes, hoping to shake the dazed feeling that had his head spinning in disbelief. It really is happening, thought David, I'm really talking to myself from 12 years ago.
There was only one more question he needed to ask, and then he would be absolutely certain. It's a question that scared him, because it meant revisiting the grief he felt when his best friend died 12 years ago.
"Gordo, why are you home by yourself? Don't you usually hang out with your friends?"
"Well, there's a good reason why I'm not with my friends today. They're off shopping at the mall for bras, and I had absolutely no desire to be any part of that. Nope, no way, uh-uh."
"Your friends. . . they're your best friends, aren't they? These two girls?"
"Yeah, how did you know? I know you probably think it's weird that a guy has two girls as his best friends. But, they're really great, and I've been friends with them for as long as I can remember."
"No, I don't think its weird at all, believe me. They sound like great friends, except, of course, when they're out bra shopping, I'm totally with you there on that one, Gordo." David could here Gordo laughing. "What are their names, by the way?"
"Lizze and Miranda."
Upon hearing those names, David suddenly froze as a sudden realization dawned over him. Oh my god, thought David, it can't be. . .
With an audible anxiousness in his voice, David asked, "Gordo, your friend Lizzie. Her real name is Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, right?"
"Yeah. Hey, how did you know that, David?"
"Tell me Gordo, is she. . . is she . . ." David couldn't get out his question.
"Is she what?"
"Is Lizzie, is she still, still. . .alive?"
"Of course she's alive! Why wouldn't she be? I just talked with her an hour ago, right before she and Miranda drove to the mall. David, look this is getting really strange, and you're starting to freak me out. How do you know so much about me and my friends?"
Upon hearing Gordo's answer, David's heart started to race and his head started to pound. A million thoughts raced through his head, and his hands started to shake. One thought, though, kept running through his head, a thought that repeated itself with greater frequency. *Lizzie was alive!!*
"Gordo, tell me, what day is it where you are?"
"Uh, it's Saturday."
"No, no, tell me what date it is!" David asked with a heightened irritation in his voice.
"Hey, don't get so upset. Let's see, today is July 30th, 2003. Do you want the time, too?" Gordo asked sarcastically.
David's mind reeled. "She's alive!! She doesn't die for another day. It's not too late! It's not too late! Oh my god, it's still not too late!!"
"Oh-kay, David, you are really starting to scare me now. Look man, I think I should be going, now."
"No, no, no, no, no!! Gordo, please please don't go. I have to tell you something, something that is going to be the most important thing you've ever been told in your life, something that is going to completely affect your life and the life of everyone around you."
"What's that?"
David took a deep breath, then as calmly as possible told Gordo, "Gordo, I know this is going to sound very strange, it's still strange to me. But, just hear me out, okay? Gordo, the reason why I know so much about you is because I *am* you, a future you, 12 years older, living in the year 2015. And Gordo, before you say anything, you need to know this. . . in one day, on July 31st, your friend, Lizzie, my friend Lizzie, she's going to be killed in a car accident. But, we have one day, Gordo!! One day!! We can save her, we can save Lizzie."
Also, as a way to make it easier to tell which Gordo is speaking, I'm going to refer to the adult version as "David," and the teenage version as "Gordo." _______________________________________________________________________
David's head was in a swirl. He still couldn't accept what was happening. This stuff just doesn't happen in real life, thought David. But, unless either he was dreaming, or the other person on the ham radio was an extremely clever con artist, he was now actually communicating with a younger version of himself.
"You still there, Gordo?" asked the younger "Gordo."
David had to make sure that whatever was happening was really happening.
"Yes, and Gordo, please call me David. I haven't gone by Gordo in a long time."
"Sure, David."
"Uh, listen, Gordo, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
"Go ahead, I've got time. I'm just hanging out at home."
David asked, "you said you were sixteen years old. Any idea what you want to do for a career?"
"Definitely. I *know* that I'm going to become a film director. Filmmaking is my passion, it's in my blood. I've already made several video movies, and I'm planning to go to graduate film school after college. Funny you should ask since I just put the finishing touches on a science fiction short film I've been working on since middle school."
David laughed to himself. He remembered that film very well. He started it in middle school, but production had to be shut down after he maxed out his credit card. But, despite the set-back, he was determined to finish his movie, and he was able to scrape up enough cash from tutoring and lawn mowing to eventually complete the film during high school. He changed the title of the film several times, but he finally ended up naming it . . .
"I'm really proud of the film. I'm calling it "A Galaxy Too Far." Gordo completed David's sentence for him.
Yes, that was right, thought David. A Galaxy Too Far was his first "big budget" film, a film that helped him get into University of California at Berkeley, and eventually into USC graduate film school.
David took off his new eyeglasses, and rubbed his eyes, hoping to shake the dazed feeling that had his head spinning in disbelief. It really is happening, thought David, I'm really talking to myself from 12 years ago.
There was only one more question he needed to ask, and then he would be absolutely certain. It's a question that scared him, because it meant revisiting the grief he felt when his best friend died 12 years ago.
"Gordo, why are you home by yourself? Don't you usually hang out with your friends?"
"Well, there's a good reason why I'm not with my friends today. They're off shopping at the mall for bras, and I had absolutely no desire to be any part of that. Nope, no way, uh-uh."
"Your friends. . . they're your best friends, aren't they? These two girls?"
"Yeah, how did you know? I know you probably think it's weird that a guy has two girls as his best friends. But, they're really great, and I've been friends with them for as long as I can remember."
"No, I don't think its weird at all, believe me. They sound like great friends, except, of course, when they're out bra shopping, I'm totally with you there on that one, Gordo." David could here Gordo laughing. "What are their names, by the way?"
"Lizze and Miranda."
Upon hearing those names, David suddenly froze as a sudden realization dawned over him. Oh my god, thought David, it can't be. . .
With an audible anxiousness in his voice, David asked, "Gordo, your friend Lizzie. Her real name is Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, right?"
"Yeah. Hey, how did you know that, David?"
"Tell me Gordo, is she. . . is she . . ." David couldn't get out his question.
"Is she what?"
"Is Lizzie, is she still, still. . .alive?"
"Of course she's alive! Why wouldn't she be? I just talked with her an hour ago, right before she and Miranda drove to the mall. David, look this is getting really strange, and you're starting to freak me out. How do you know so much about me and my friends?"
Upon hearing Gordo's answer, David's heart started to race and his head started to pound. A million thoughts raced through his head, and his hands started to shake. One thought, though, kept running through his head, a thought that repeated itself with greater frequency. *Lizzie was alive!!*
"Gordo, tell me, what day is it where you are?"
"Uh, it's Saturday."
"No, no, tell me what date it is!" David asked with a heightened irritation in his voice.
"Hey, don't get so upset. Let's see, today is July 30th, 2003. Do you want the time, too?" Gordo asked sarcastically.
David's mind reeled. "She's alive!! She doesn't die for another day. It's not too late! It's not too late! Oh my god, it's still not too late!!"
"Oh-kay, David, you are really starting to scare me now. Look man, I think I should be going, now."
"No, no, no, no, no!! Gordo, please please don't go. I have to tell you something, something that is going to be the most important thing you've ever been told in your life, something that is going to completely affect your life and the life of everyone around you."
"What's that?"
David took a deep breath, then as calmly as possible told Gordo, "Gordo, I know this is going to sound very strange, it's still strange to me. But, just hear me out, okay? Gordo, the reason why I know so much about you is because I *am* you, a future you, 12 years older, living in the year 2015. And Gordo, before you say anything, you need to know this. . . in one day, on July 31st, your friend, Lizzie, my friend Lizzie, she's going to be killed in a car accident. But, we have one day, Gordo!! One day!! We can save her, we can save Lizzie."