A/N: First off, I would like to say SORRY for not updating in such a long time! But I had been really down because of my busy schedule and some other stuff that happened to me. And I'm sorry to say that I've been stuck on this story for a while. I felt no inspiration. But I've picked it up in the last couple of days. And also SORRY because now I realize that I've drawn out the story so that it's longer than it should have been. So now, I've FINALLY finished it! It's not the best, but hopefully it's still ok. Thanks so much to all you guys for putting up with me! And here are…. Drum roll please… the last chapters!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire and Co.!!!

Chapter 12

Larry's POV

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"To make a long story short, I was too late."

Lizzie gasped. "She sad yes to Kevin?!?"

"I think so," I answered sadly. I flopped down on their couch.

"Larry, I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault!" Lizzie cried.

"No, it's not-"

"Yes it is!" she interrupted. "I was the one who called you and told you to come."

"I would have come anyway," I pointed out. "I wanted to see Abby. This may be the only time I get to see you guys for a long time. Remember, Chicago? My flight is tomorrow. And I wanted to spend time with my friends."

"Ugh, this is horrible!" Lizzie murmured. "What is wrong with her?"

"Nothing's wrong with Miranda. I should have just left her alone."

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Miranda's POV

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the taxi pulling up to my apartment building.

"Ma'am, that will be $2.80," the cabbie prompted. I looked up, startled, realized where I was, and paid the driver.

"Miss Sanchez," Bill, my doorman, greeted me as I entered. "A Mr. Kevin Baker entrusted me to give you this."

He handed me the small box containing the engagement ring.

I looked down at it and sighed. "Thanks, Bill," I said with a tired smile.

In the elevator, I opened the box and gazed at the beautiful rock. A small piece of folded paper dropped. I picked it up and unfolded it.

Miranda- listen to your heart. I love you. Love, Kevin

Walking to my room in a daze, I flopped into bed without even turning off the lights.

***

The next morning dawned cold and gray. The big rain clouds above looked menacing. Obviously, the weather pays attention to my mood, I thought wryly. I bit my lip nervously on the way to Kevin's apartment.

"Excuse me, miss?"

I had been thinking so hard about what to say that I didn't see that we had arrived at Kevin's place.

I paid the taxi driver and walked quickly into the building. It was beginning to drizzle. I waited tensely for the elevator. I reached the top floor, Kevin's penthouse. With a shaking hand, I knocked on the door.

I heard some scuffling inside, and then the door flew open

"Miranda!" Kevin said with surprise. "I wasn't expecting you this early in the morning!"

Kevin had apparently just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet and one hand was still holding a towel. He hadn't even put on his shirt yet, only pants and an undershirt.

"Come in," he motioned. I exhaled sharply and followed him inside.

"Do you want some coffee or something?" he said lightly, squeezing my arm.

"Um, Kevin, I need to talk to you," I managed to say in a tiny voice.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound too good," he said with a sad smile, putting down the coffee pot.

"No, it's not very good," I replied, sitting down. Kevin sat down across from me.

I slowly took out the engagement ring from my purse. It was still in its box.

"I think this belongs to you," I said softly, placing it in his hands. He looked at it for a moment.

"Miranda, I love-"

I placed my hand on his lips.

"Please don't make it worse," I said, tears coming to my eyes. "Kevin, I love you too. But I can't be with you. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. I will always love you. But if we were married, I'm not sure if you would have all of my love."

"Miranda, I understand," Kevin said, staring down at the box in his hands. "I just want you to be happy."

"Thank you," I said, wiping away my tears and smiling waveringly at him. He hugged me.

"Good luck," he said, raising his hand as I left.

"You too," I said, genuinely meaning it. As I got downstairs and hailed a taxi, I knew that the next conversation would be a lot harder.

***

"Miranda!" Lizzie exclaimed, still in her pajamas.

"Auntie Miranda!" squealed Abby, her thumb in her mouth.

"Hey," I said, stepping into the warm apartment. "Can I talk to Larry?"

"Larry? He just left! He found a job in Chicago."

"What?" I burst out. "I need to talk to him."

"Well, I can see that," Lizzie responded dryly. "Gordo just went to the airport with him."

With perfect timing, Gordo walked through the door. "Hey ladies."

"Gordo, where's Larry?" I demanded.

"Geez, I don't even get a hello?" David replied jokingly, but quickly became serious when he saw the glare I gave him. "I just dropped him off at the airport. His flight leaves in…" He checked his watch. "…forty-five minutes."

"Ok, gotta go," I said hastily. "I'll explain later!"

With that, I left.

When I flew outside, I was greeted by torrents of rain. I should have gone back to get an umbrella, but there was no time!

"Taxi!" I shouted. Three yellow cabs passed by, none of them stopping. "Excuse, me, taxi! Sir!" I waved frantically, but to no avail. In fact, one cab sped by across a puddle, the murky water spraying all over me. I cried out in frustration.

"Are you alright?" a girl holding an umbrella asked.

"Just swell, except for the fact that the man I love in about to get on a plane and leave forever!" I said bitterly, wiping the water out of my face. Her big, brown eyes widened.

"You know what? Take my taxi. I can wait for the next one." She gestured for the driver to take out her luggage.

"Oh, god, thank you so much," I exclaimed, hugging the woman. "You're a wonderful person!" I called back as I slid into the warm car.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Airport, and please hurry!"