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A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 2 – Home Away From Home

After a twenty minute cab ride through the city, they arrived at the Washington Hotel in Manhattan. After getting out, Gordo went to pay for the ride and get their luggage, while Miranda stood on the sidewalk looking around. "When he said he was staying at a hotel I was expecting something like a Holiday Inn. There as to be like fifteen floors to this place."

Gordo's hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts. Miranda looked over at him, "How can an independent film afford this?"

Gordo lead them through the large glass main door and into the lobby. "Just because there's no large studio backing us, doesn't mean the producers don't have money."

"Good evening Mr. Gordon," the women at the desk said to him. Miranda snickered at hearing Gordo being called something so formal. Gordo looked at her and raised his eyebrows, she just shrugged.

Gordo flashed her a quick smile and then turned his attention back to the desk. Miranda felt a quick rush, "What was that?"

Before she could think of it too much, Gordo was next to her again. "Ready?"

Miranda shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Yea." She followed him through the lobby and into the elevator.

The ride up was quiet. Gordo was leaned against the back wall of the elevator and closed his eyes. Miranda studied him, "He looks so tired."

The elevator reached the floor and the doors slid opened. "Gordo?" Miranda called softly.

Gordo slowly opened his eyes and looked at her questioningly. After grabbing her bags, she motioned with her head towards the open doors and walked out into the hallway. Letting out a tired sigh, Gordo pushed himself off the wall, grabbed his bags off the floor, and walked out of the elevator.

Miranda followed him down the hallway until he finally stopped in front of one of the doors. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the card key and unlocked the door.

Following him inside, Miranda looked around. It was a large room with a queen size bed, a large dresser, a table with two chairs, a couch, and a bathroom. "Not bad." Standing in the center of the room, she heard Gordo's bags drop to the floor. Looking over, she watched him drop onto the couch. Putting her bags down by the dresser, she walked over and sat down next to him.

After a few minutes, Gordo looked over at her. "Hungry?" Miranda raised her eyebrows at him and Gordo laughed. "Of course." Getting up slowly, he walked over to the bed and grabbed the phone off the nearby end table. Dialing in the number for room service, he order two cheeseburgers, two cokes, and an order of french fries.

Hanging up and turning towards her. "It'll be ready in about twenty minutes." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of black sweats. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Miranda nodded and watched him walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Kicking off her heels and taking off her jacket, she laid out on the couch and rolled over on to her side. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she just stared at the far wall. She was tired, it had been a long flight from Paris to New York and while she had been looking forward to going home, she hadn't been looking forward to the flight. "Nothing like a trans-Atlantic flight to zap your energy," she thought as she let out a huge yawn.

The next thing she knew, she was being gently shaken. Opening her eyes, Miranda found herself looking at Gordo. "How come I never noticed how blue his eyes are?"

"Miranda?"

"Uh?" She quickly snapped awake and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "How long was I asleep?"

Gordo shrugged as he was kneeling next to the couch. "About a half an hour." He stood up and motioned towards the table, "Foods here."

Sitting up, Miranda stretched her arms above her head.

Standing up, she went to take a step towards the table but tripped over one of her heels that she discarded on the floor. Just as she was falling forward, she crashed into something soft and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

As she slowly regained her footing, Gordo kept his arms around her waist and Miranda put her hands on his chest. For a few moments, they just stood there looking at each other. Miranda licked her lips and like in slow motion, they're heads slowly titled forward. But just before their lips met, the phone rang.

Being suddenly jolted out of the moment, both their heads snapped back and they quickly broke apart, stumbling backwards a few steps. The phone rang a second time but the both seemed to be frozen in place. Finally after the third ring, they snapped back to reality.

"I…I… I should answer that," Gordo stammered.

"Yea." Miranda looked at the floor desperately trying not to look at him. As he went to answer the phone, she walked over to the table and sat down. Propping her head up with her hand, she closed her eyes. "This is the last thing I need, especially with Gordo."

Miranda listened as Gordo was talking to his mother, explaining what had happened. "Plus he doesn't need to deal with my crap."

Grabbing a french fry and twirling it around her fingers, she desperately tried to push aside any romantic thought about Gordo.

Gordo hung up and sat down across from her. "My mom is going to call yours and will explain what happened."

"Thanks," Miranda said without looking up.

As they ate, an uneasy silence filled the room. By the time they finished, both were lost in their own thoughts.

Miranda looked up from her plate and watched him. His eyes were slightly closed and he looked like he was looking down at the table. She didn't even realize she was staring until Gordo looked up and their eyes locked.

Miranda felt a chill run down her spine again and quickly looked away. "I need to get out of here," abruptly standing up, "I'm gonna get ready for bed." Grabbing one of her bags, she practically ran into the bathroom.

Gordo leaned back in his chair. Letting out a deep breath, he ran his hand through his hair. Getting up, he put the plates back on the cart and wheeled it out to the hall for the staff to pick up.

Walking back inside the room, he could hear the shower running. Gordo sat down on the couch "What the hell is going on?" He looked at his reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall, "It was nice holding her like that." Letting out a frustrated groan, he leaned back against the couch and grabbed the remote control.

Looking for anything to distract him, he turned on the TV and started to flip through the stations. "Infomercial. Soap. Game Show. Old movie." After finding nothing, he shut it off and tossed the remote onto the coffee table.

Immediately his thoughts returned to Miranda and he tried to push it aside. "I'm just tired, not thinking straight. I've been away for six months, buried under so much work, my social life is almost non-existent. Miranda's the first women outside work that I've seen in a long time."

Gordo's thoughts were interrupted by Miranda walking out of the bathroom. She walked out drying her hair with a towel. Miranda was wearing a pair of sky blue pajama bottoms and a blue UCLA t-shirt. Gordo had always thought Miranda was pretty but looking at her without the makeup and fashion, he noticed for the first time just how beautiful she really was. "Whoa."

Miranda wrapped the towel around her neck, looked up and caught him staring at her. "What?" she asked self consciously.

Gordo shook his head, "I…I…uh…Nothing," he stammered.

Miranda looked at him like he was crazy, "Ok." After putting the towel back in the bathroom, she walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow and blanket.

"What are you doing?" Gordo asked standing up.

"I'm getting the couch ready."

"You're not sleeping on the couch. You take the bed, I'll take the couch."

"Its your bed, I'll be fine on the couch."

Gordo walked over to her, took the pillow and blanket out of her hands and tossed them onto the couch. "You're taking the bed and that's the end of it."

"You sure?" He nodded at her. "Alright."

As Miranda walked over to the bed, Gordo turned off the lights and laid down on the couch.

Miranda lay down on the bed and pulled the covers around her. The second her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

During the night, Miranda began to grow restless and started thrashing around. Waking up in a cold sweet, she bolted up into a sitting position. Calming down a bit, she could feel her pulse racing and something fall down her cheek. Reaching up, she whipped her cheek and released she had been crying in her sleep.

Getting up quickly, she walked into the bathroom. Turning on the water, she splashed her face with cold water. Shutting off the water, Miranda stood up and looked at her reflection in her mirror. "I have gotta get past this, he's not worth it. I should be with someone who actually cares about me."

Walking out of the bathroom, she looked over at the couch and saw Gordo curled up in a ball with the blanket wrapped around him, shivering slightly. Walking over to him, she bent down and watched him sleep. "Someone like Gordo."

Watching him sleep for a few minutes, she decided it wasn't fair for him to freeze. So she reached out and gently shook him.

Rolling over to face her, Gordo slowly opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked tiredly..

"You're cold."

"I am not," Gordo grumbled stubbornly. "Go back to bed."

"Gordo, you're shaking. We'll share the bed." Before he could protest, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him off the couch.

Reluctantly, Gordo got up. "Fine." He was too tired to argue with her. Grabbing the pillow and blanket, he let Miranda lead him over to the bed.

Once they were under the covers, Gordo looked over at her. "Happy now?"

"Yes," she answered with a small smile and then stuck her tongue out at him.

Gordo rolled his eyes and grinned. As he lay there, he watched Miranda's eyes slowly close and her breathing slow down. "Night Miranda," Gordo whispered as he closed his own eyes and quickly fell asleep.