A/N: Alright. I had one nasty reviewer who went by the name of 'Noni', and all I have to say to her is this: If you didn't like my story, you could have given me suggestions on how to make it better. Oh, and if it sucked so bad, why did you read all the way up to Chapter 11?

Anyway, at this point and time, I'd like to thank all the people who have given me good reviews and really like this story. I appreciate your feedback. And in case you didn't know, I have a new LM fic up. It's a Matt slash fic. Check it out if you have the time.

Anyway, here's Chapter 12! Hope ya'll like!

*I wasn't sure if Matt had brown eyes, so I decided that in this story, that we will.

Miranda's POV

I looked at the clock, longing to get out of this place. I was bored out of my mind… I had been here for about 4 days, and I had had more than enough. Believe me. At least my Lizzie had brought me my notebook. Writing was my own little way of dealing with things, I guess you could say. And I had a lot to deal with right now. I mean, I was pretty sure that although Lizzie and I had made up, that she thought I was a total basket case. I smiled to myself. Thinking of Lizzie brought her little brother, Matt, to mind. Sure, we was tons younger than me, well, okay, not TONS younger, but young enough to get ridiculed for liking him. It took Lizzie forever to get that one out of me. And all this time she thought I had liked Larry. Ha! Now that was funny!

I really have no clue how I even began to like Matt. I mean, one day he was just Lizzie's annoying little brother, and the next day I was all nervous and paranoid around him. So I did what I thought would be best: I started being even more mean to him, which I now realize was the wrong thing to do, because now he probably thinks that I most certainly hate him. Oh, if he only knew. Matt made me feel a lot of emotions. But hate wasn't even close to being one of them. He really is a neat kid. I must admit I've always liked his dark brown eyes, and his cute spiky hair. He doesn't have a bad ass either, for being a kid.

When I had finally told Lizzie about my fondness of her brother, I was basically sure that she would flip, smack me upside the head, and flip out some more. But she didn't She was actually seemed quite happy that I liked him. Now, of course, that made me suspicious. Speaking of Lizzie, I'm glad that her and Gordo are finally together, even if it does make it kind of awkward for the three of us to hang out now. It'll be okay. If it gets too awkward, I can go hang out with Matt. I grinned rather evilly. I wouldn't mind that at all. Not a bit.

So, while I was sitting here thinking about all this, I heard a knock on the door to my hospital room, which, coincidently room 420. I sighed. I was really liking thinking about Matt, and the last thing I had wanted was for my thoughts to be interrupted. I mean, come on, this is Matt we're talking about here. My sweet Matt.

"Come in", I said, forcing myself to sound cheerful.

The door opened slowly, and in walked a short male with spiky dark brown hair-it was Matt! Holy crap! He was the last person I was expecting to show up at my hospital room. I swallowed heavily. "Um, Hey, Matt."

He smiled. "Hey Miranda", he said quietly, staring down at his feet, hiding his hands behind his back.

I strained my neck, trying to see what was behind his back. "Whatcha got there?", I asked curiously.

He brought his hands out to the front of him, and there in his hands, he held three bouquets of roses. One was white, another was yellow, and the last had various colored roses… pink, red, coral, and white roses dyed purple-my favorite color.

"These are for you.", he said shyly, offering me a small smile.

"For me? Matt- You- Um- Why?", I asked, struggling not to sound like a stuttering idiot.

"Because you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.", he replied, meeting my eyes for the first time since he had entered the room.

"Me? Beautiful? Matt… You don't know how wrong you are. I'm not beautiful. I'm just… plain… and ordinary. I could never be beautiful, not even if I tried. You just-"

He cut me off by walking up to my bed, leaning in, and pressing his lips gently to mine. He then slowly pulled back, cupping my face in his hands. "You ARE beautiful, Miranda Sanchez. Don't ever believe otherwise. No matter what other people may say, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful girl on the face of this planet. And I will believe that until the day that I die."

My eyes were tearing up. I looked up at the ceiling, desperately trying to keep the tears from falling. It didn't do any good, though. Within a couple seconds, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I glanced up at Matt, and he looked horrified.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, Miranda. I'll leave if you want me to. I'll never come back, just don't cry. Please."

I shook my head. "Matt, don't leave. You haven't done anything wrong."

"But you're crying!", he protested.

I tried to get a grip on myself. "I was crying, because I'm happy, Matt. I mean, what you just said a minute ago… No other guy has ever said anything like that to me. Ever."

Matt had a weird look on his face, and he himself looked like he was going to cry. "I don't understand why they wouldn't say that, because you truly are the most sweet, gorgeous girl I've ever seen. And I mean that with every bit of my heart."

I looked at him. "Are you saying that you… like me?"

Matt nodded. "Heck yeah!"

"How long?"

"Hmm… only since the first time Lizzie ever had you over."

"SERIOUSLY???", I yelled.

He blushed. "Yeah." Then he mumbled something I couldn't quite make out.

"What? I couldn't hear you."

His cheeks turned even redder. He took a deep breath. "Do you like me?"

Now my cheeks turned red. "Um…" I looked up at the ceiling, silently praying for God to help me tell him that yes, I did like him, without sounding like a moron, "Yeah, Matt, I do like you."

He looked at me, and I saw more vulnerability in his eyes than I had ever seen in anyone else. "Really?", he paused, "Because it's okay if you don't like me. I mean, don't lie to me just to make me feel better, because I can handle the truth."

"Matt McGuire, I do believe that I love you with all of my heart." As soon as those words had come out of my mouth, I inwardly groaned. Had I just said that out loud?"

He smiled, a real smile. "I do have to say, Miranda, that I feel exactly the same way about you."

I took a deep breath. I was about to take a big risk by asking him a question. "Matt, since I like you, and you like me, will you maybe consider going out with me?"

"Come on, Miranda. You know you don't even have to ask."

"So… does that mean you will?"

He looked at me, and instead of answering with words, he pressed his lips against mine again. It felt like Heaven. If I had died at that moment, I would have died happy.

He stayed with me for the rest of the day until visiting hours were done, and after he got home, he called me immediately. For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. And I was enjoying every minute of it.