Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in like hella days, but I'm sooooo busy with color guard, yearbook, school, stuff you probably don't give a damn about. So why bother. Anywho, Disclaimers: I own jack crap, well actually not really. Jonathan Darvey is MINE all MINE! HEHEHE! Don't sue me because I own nothing', and you won't get a cent because I have no money! Thanks again to the people who reviewed! NOTE- This WILL be L/G, but not exactly in this story. There will be a sequel! But I'm getting ahead of myself too soon.

What Almost Was

Chapter 5: Let the Film Fest Begin

Lizzie, Gordo, and Randy pulled up to the McGuire's house around 9:45 and piled out of the car. "So which one should we watch first, Roman Holiday, My Fair Lady, or Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Lizzie stuck her key into the front door latch, and let it swing wide open.

"Mine first, mine first," Miranda squealed as she hopped up and down with the joy of a five year old. Then she grabbed the bag from Lizzie and made a mad dash towards the VCR. She excitedly stuck First Knight in the VCR and plopped down on the couch.

"Ok, First Knight it is. Does anybody want a drink while I'm up?" Lizzie peeled her jacket off and neatly hung it up on the coat rack.

"Pepsi for me, please," Miranda responded, never once drawing her gaze away from the soft glow of the TV screen.

"Let me help you," Gordo rose from the couch and followed Lizzie into the kitchen.

"Thanks Gordo, you're always my little helper," she playfully pinched his cheek the way a mother would with her son "Actually, could you call the Pizza Factory and order the pizzas for me?"

"Sure, what'll you have?" he grabbed a pen and a note pad.

"Cheese. Randy, what kind of pizza do you want?"

"Cheese also."

"How about you Gordo? What do you want?" Lizzie pulled down three cups from the cupboard and started to fill them with the dark, sweet, sugary contents of Pepsi.

"You know what I like baby," Gordo said in a deep, seductive yet funny voice.

"Please let's not talk about pizza. You know it gets me all riled up baby," she decided to play along.

"Pepperoni's fine with me," he broke out of his Mr. Sexy voice and started dialing the number.

Lizzie was a little disappointed, but she played it off cool by continuing with the drinks. She couldn't figure out why she should be disappointed, but she just felt really short changed for some reason. Shrugging it off, she placed the drinks on a tray and joined Miranda in the living room.

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Three hours, two large pizzas, and a twelve pack of Pepsi later our posse was beginning to get all tuckered out.

"Please ladies, can we watch one of my movies now?" Gordo was just a wee bit fed up with all the mushy romance he had seen in the last three hours.

"Shhh, no talkie talkie. Here's my favorite part," Lizzie covered his mouth with her hand while still keeping her eyes glued to the screen. It was the part in Breakfast at Tiffany's where Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard kiss in the rain in the very last scene. "Ahhhh, that's so romantic."

"Oh, I agree. Look at how that cat just stares at his mistress so lovingly," Gordo made sappy eyes at Lizzie with a goofy smile to accompany them.

"There you big baby, it's over." Lizzie stood up and took it out of the VCR and popped The Breakfast Club in.

"Oh, I wish I had movie romance," Miranda dreamily sighed.

"It doesn't exist. Hence the term, movie romance," Gordo nonchalantly tossed some popcorn into his mouth.

"Liar. It does too." Miranda sounded shocked at the very idea of somebody disagreeing with her romantic ideals.

"Randy, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but here it goes. These plots are designed to satisfy people's hopes and inner desires."

"I'm afraid you're wrong Gordo. Those plots are based on peoples experiences and other true stories."

Gordo was flabbergasted. He rolled his eyes feeling deja vue crashing over him. "You just keep telling yourself that, if it makes the harsh reality easier for you Randy."

"Oh bite me," she tossed a kernel of popcorn at his head.

"Hey, knock it off butt munch," he and Lizzie started in as well. Soon enough they discovered the bowl empty and the floor covered in what seemed like snow.

"Hey, here's a wild question Lizzie." Gordo said, "Where's your family?"

"Oh, I get the pleasure of being a latchkey kid this weekend. Score!" Lizzie beamed with a wicked smile.

"And it's ok that I'm spending the night here?" he asked a little nervously.

"Uh, yeah. It's not like you're going to put the moves on Randy or me. Or are you?" she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, daring him to answer.

"That depends…" Gordo also raised an eyebrow.

"On what pray tell?"

"On whether or not you get your foot out of the jell-o bowl. That doesn't really get me hot," he pointed down at her now red tinted foot and busted out laughing along with Miranda.

"Oh shit. We don't have anymore Jell-o," Lizzie said dejectedly.

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