A/N: Hey. I've gotten some reviews on the 4th chapter, so I'm happy. I want to thank all of you for taking an interest in this story. I really appreciate it! Anyway, here's Chapter 5.

Matt's P.O.V.

"… And he just left. And he was so mad. I don't know what to do, Matt! I mean… never mind." Lizzie sat on the couch, staring at the green colored carpet.

"Lizzie, he just probably changed his mind about telling you what he was going to tell you. He probably figured it wasn't the right time, or he just decided that you didn't need to know it." I was trying to help. I don't think I did a very good job.

"I just don't want him to be mad at me, you know? I would quit being friends with Miranda any time as long as I had a lifetime guarantee that Gordo would never get mad at me again." She opened her mouth to say more, but her voice cracked, and I could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

That's when it dawned on me… Lizzie wasn't so upset because she was worried about their friendship, she was worried because she liked Gordo. As in, she wanted to go out with him.

"You LIKE Gordo, don't you?" Stupid question, yes, but I wanted to make sure I was right.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this, but, yes, I do."

"Ya know what we should do, Lizzie?"

She looked at me. "What?" she asked a bit uncertainly.

"We should just forget about people of the opposite sex for one day, and me and you should just hang out… go to the mall, go to the Digital Bean, I don't know. Something."

My sister smiled. "That's not such a bad idea." She was quiet for a moment. "We've never really hung out before, have we? Voluntarily I mean."

I shook my head. "Nope. Maybe it'll be fun?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

*LATER*

Hanging out with my sister today was one of the most fun things I've ever done. I never knew that she could be such a cool person to hang out with. When she's not in her school atmosphere, or around her other friends, it can be very fun to hang out with her.

A couple people Lizzie knows from school were at the mall when we went there, and they practically keeled over and died when they saw that Lizzie and I were hanging out willingly. Mom and Dad were quite shocked. They wanted to know what we were up to. When we told them we decided to give hanging out with each other a shot, Dad's mouth dropped open to the floor, and Mom got this smile on her face, and told us she was proud of us.

Talking to Lizzie about Melanie might have helped me a lot, but I still have to face her tomorrow. I just know Melanie will rub the break-up in my face.

I wonder if Mom and Dad will let me stay home tomorrow?