Chapter Four: WHAT!?

I gasped. "No way."

She nodded. "Yep."

I stared at her.

This was great! Privacy-respecting, amazing, likes me, beautiful. It all pointed to one direction.

Beth was Lizzie.

The Lizzie I had waited ten years for was sitting right next to me, waiting for me to marry her.


"Oh, my god. I-I don't know what to say." I stuttered.

My mind was in knots. Mom had said she sort of 'knew Lizzie'. So *that's* what she meant. *That's* why Beth... Lizzie laughed when she said; "I didn't think you'd talk to me after Lizzie." It was all making sense, little by little.

"Then don't say anything." Lizzie rested her head on my shoulder. "Hey, do you still love me?"

"I can't say anything, remember?" I laughed.

"I'm serious!" Lizzie explained. "Tell me."

I smiled. "I don't love you." I admitted.

Her eyes widened. "WHAT!?" She looked so shocked, it scared me.

I chuckled and shook my head. "And you said *I* was clueless? Listen, Liz. I've always loved you, and I always will."

She giggled. "I knew it. You told me yesterday when you said that you'd talk to me, you just wouldn't marry me. But can I ask you something. Now that you know I'm Lizzie, would you-"

"Duh, Lizzie. I've been waiting for you all my life. That week we dated was the best week of my entire life. And now that you're finally here... Would you marry me?" I sighed. "I don't have a ring or anything, I would've, but..."

"Gordo, shut up." She put a finger to my lips.

"Say that again." I said dreamily.

"Shut up?"

"No, my name."

"Gordo?" She whispered.

"Yeah, that." I shivered in happiness. "I love it when you say my name."

"Gordo... Gordo... Gordo..."

Lizzie was practically on top of me now. It took all that I had in me to keep from kissing her. But then again, why not? Our noses were touching. Our lips were about to close in on each other when all of a sudden-


Lizzie jumped up. "I'll get that." She ran off.

I slapped my forehead. Why did the phone have to ring at the precise moment that Lizzie and I were about to make our first make-out session since, what, ten years? I stood up and tried to make sense of the last hour.

Ride to Hillridge. Walk to her house. Door is unlocked. No one's there. Hear humming. Go to kitchen. Spot a girl wrapped in a towel. Find out she's Beth. Find out Beth's Lizzie. About to kiss. Phone rings.

Man, how could've all that happened so fast?

But it didn't matter. Lizzie was mine again.

Lizzie bounded back bounded back into the room. "Now, where were we..." She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me.

I couldn't resist the irresistibleness of Lizzie. I kissed her back, holding her tight.


"Felicia, this is Lizzie. Liz, this is my secretary, Felicia."

"Hi." Felicia smiled. "David, you have mail. It's from your mother." She handed me a manila envelope.

"Thanks." I grabbed Lizzie's hand like I did when I was three and ran into the dining hall. I tope open the envelope, and inside was a letter. I read it out loud.

Dear David,

Here is a picture of Beth. Hope your happy.


I shook the envelope and out came a photo. I picked it up and gasped. Lizzie grinned. It couldn't be....

The picture was of me and Lizzie, by a lake at sunset, kissing. I remembered that day in the summer before ninth grade. We had a picnic after coming home from Rome...


"Augh, I'm stuffed." Lizzie scowled.

"Me too."

She gasped. " Look! Swans!" She pointed out toward the lake where the swans were swimming and ran to them. I got up and hobbled behind her, still clutching my full stomach.

She was giggling and feeding them leftover bread from the picnic. There was one swan that swam further away. Lizzie reached out to feed it, and lost her balance. She gasped. I grabbed her waist right before she fell.

She stumbled back into my arms and looked my right in the eyes. "Thanks." She whispered. I felt her breath on my face and smiled. We stood frozen like that for what seemed liked hours, and finally, Lizzie moved.

She leaned closer to me, and soon our lips met. It was amazing. I felt fireworks blasting in my brain as I tasted her vanilla-flavored lipgloss.

It was the best moment of my life.


"You think they chose this on purpose so I'd feel what I'm feeling right now?" I asked Lizzie after examining the picture a little longer.

"What *are* you feeling right now?" She asked.

I closed my eyes. "I'm feeling you."

She scoffed. "Gordo, you are so corny." She looked at me with my eyes closed and sighed. "That's why I like you so much."

I gave her a sweet kiss and she smiled. She was smiling because of *me*. She was smiling because I had made her feel good. She was smiling because *I* made her happy.

I was now that happiest man alive.


A/N: I don't really like this fanfic much-it's too rushed... but review anyway. It's what keeps me going. ~PersonY2K