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Chapter Twenty:

Anonymous Viewpoint:

Days had passed since Lizzie and Miranda had talked. Lizzie had tried her best to help Miranda get over what had happened, but she knew that it would be a long process. She suggested that Miranda try to find someone else to date, but she insisted that she wasn't ready to go on to something else. She was afraid that she'd end up using someone to get over Ronnie, and she didn't want what happened to her to happen to anyone else. Lizzie had been spending a lot of time with Miranda, and subconsciously neglected Gordo. He hadn't taken any special offense by it, as he knew that Miranda really needed her best friend at these times. Lizzie had promised him that they could spend some time together on the weekend, while Miranda would be attending a family reunion.

Gordo's Viewpoint:

It was finally Saturday, when I would be spending some time with Lizzie. I'd really been missing her the past few days, but I knew that it was for a good cause. She was to come over to my house to just hang out, maybe watch a movie or something. I liked hanging around the house with her better than going out to the mall or the Digital Bean. Things felt so much more intimate and less restrictive. I was engrossed in my thoughts when I heard the doorbell knock me out of my world. I got up to answer the door and there she was, looking beautiful as usual.

"Hey!" I smiled. She stepped in and kissed me. I led her over to the couch and pulled her onto my lap as I sat down.

"Wow, you don't waste anytime, do you?" She giggled. I squeezed her tightly in my arms.

"I've been away from you for so long. I'm going to hold you close for as long as I can." I said, and kissed her neck.

"Well, I won't complain." She turned her head and our lips met again. This time with more passion, our kisses were longer and more needy. I tactfully slid my tongue into her mouth and both our tongues danced together. I could feel her hands running through my hair and it was driving me wild. My arms were tightly wrapped around her waste. I began to slowly lean back, pulling her with me and she ended up sprawled onto of me as I lay on the couch. I quickly took a moment to think about where my parents were in the house right now. I didn't want this to end in such a way that my parents came in and delivered a lecture about the importance of abstinence. 'Good,' I thought to myself 'I believe their both upstairs.'

She pulled her mouth away from mine and trailed kisses to my neck. Her kisses were still fiery and passionate when they were placed upon my neck. I felt her warm tongue against my skin, which sent an indescribable feeling through my body. I love the feeling of her tongue in contact with my skin, but I wanted her lips upon mine again.

"Mmm, come back to me, McGuire." I breathed out. She brought hers to mine again and we reverted to our dancing. I found my hands wandering on her back. I gently rubbed as they moved further and further down her back. I wasn't sure what was controlling my moves, but everything felt right, so I figured I was okay. My hands reached the bottom of her shirt and, without even thinking, I lifted her shirt and allowed my fingers to explore her back. When she didn't stop me, I continued to expose all my hands to her skin. I rubbed her soft back gently and began to move my hands upwards.

"Gordo…" She said between kisses, there was a hint of worry in her voice, which I was stupid enough to ignore at the time. "Gordo…?" She said again. My hands were traveling further up and with the third mentioning on my name, she pulled away from me and sat up slightly. "Gordo… as much as I would love to give.. my… that part of me to you," she began. It was so endearing the way she avoided using the term "virginity". "I'm just not ready to make that step. I'm still young and it's just too much of a worry to put on myself. I mean what if something goes wrong? And what if… bad things happen? And what if-" I cut her off with a sweet kiss.

"Lizzie, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into my head… all I know is that once I was going I had trouble stopping. I don't want to force you into anything you're not ready for; I never would. You're my top priority and I would never hurt you, ever. You just have no idea what you do to me, McGuire." I saw the tension in her eyes ease up, and then she smiled a smile at me that said she knew something I didn't. "What?" I asked her.

"Well," she laughed out. "I kind of… um… have an idea about.. what I do to you."  She smiled. I looked at her, befuddled for a second until I realized that she couldn't probably feel the stiffness in my lower extremities, which her hips were currently aligned with. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Oh-I, um, can't really control what goes on… I mean, I-uh.. I'm sorry, Lizzie. I, uh, can go t-take care of it in the- God, I'm sorry." I spit out. She kissed me and smiled.

"I understand," she said in a soft tone. She got up off of me. "Uh, why don't you go…." She didn't have to finish her sentence. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and - how can I put this lightly? - relieved myself. Afterwards, I found my way back to the couch with Lizzie, sat down and pulled her into my arms. She nuzzled up to me and rested her head against my shoulder. We sat like that in silence, like we often do, for a while until she broke the silence.

"Gordo?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"I love you." She said. I was stunned.

"I- what?" I blurted. "I mean, I love you, too. And don't think I don't appreciate the sentiment, I guess I'm just confused that you say you love after… what I just… yeah…"

"That's exactly the reason. Most guys would have pressured a girl into something like that, but you didn't. You understood my reasons, and I really appreciate it. It made me think that I'm so incredibly lucky that you care enough about me to put my wants before your wants. You're so good to me and I have to wonder what I could have done to deserve you."

"What you've done? Lizzie, you're the nicest person I've ever met. Look at all the things you do for other people. Like how you put away your uncomfortable feelings about Ronnie to make Miranda happy and how you've done all that you can to help Miranda heal. You're always giving, Lizzie, and never asking for anything in return. I want to give you the things that you should be getting in return." I kissed her forehead and she thanked me. We sat in each others arms for the rest of the time we spent together and, honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to spend the time any other way.

A/N: This chapter was hard to write because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn't sure how I was going to get there. I don't want to give anything away, but this scene will end up being prominent in the events to come, so keep that in mind as the story continues. I'm still only planning on a few more chapters and then probably a sequel. Keep submitting reviews, guys!