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Gordo could feel the threat of rain looming in the air as he waited for Miranda. Gordo liked the rain. He especially liked thunderstorms. The onslaught of emotions it brought with its presence fascinated him. There were some who were terrified, some who could care less, and some who were almost aroused by it. It was a psychiatrists dream. Though Gordo wasn't a psychiatrist, he had two parents who were, and it had rubbed off on him. Gordo sat on the couch, waiting. Finally, the doorbell rang. Gordo ran his hand through his mop of curls, and went to answer it.

Gordo opened the door and said, "Hey Miranda.." he stopped. Miranda had a very large cardboard box in her hands. "What is that?" Gordo said eyeing the box suspiciously.

"Just stuff Lizzie and I wanted to give back." Miranda set the box down on the floor very violently and calmly said, "Let's make this quick."

Gordo looked at her wide-eyed, this was definitely not the reaction he was expecting. They'd ganged up on him. It was two against one. Gordo decided to chance it anyway. "Well Miranda, I know that my apologizing does absolutely jack for the way I've been acting lately. But I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I want you to tell Lizzie everything I'm telling you. Yeah, I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't. I just, couldn't okay?" Gordo looked at Miranda who had the toughest face he'd ever seen. He knew there was no way she was going to let up. He had to just tell her the truth and hope for the best.

"Come over here and sit down. Gordo motioned to the couch. "I have a lot I need to say." Gordo sighed. "This isn't something I've ever told anyone and I should have. You guys needed to know. It's not like...you guys are my best friends. I should have known I could tell you. I just didn't want your pity you know?"

"Gordo, shut up and tell me what you need to tell me already." Miranda said looking rather bored. Her expression pained Gordo.

"You know the summer my parents broke up?" Miranda nodded. "Well, they broke up because of me. Well my mom says it was for the good of me, but that's not true. She just didn't want to say that I wasn't what my dad wanted, or her really. She's a therapist, that wouldn't exactly look good if her son went all psycho because his father didn't love him." At this, Gordo forced a small laugh. "The basic problem was, my Dad didn't want me, and my mom did. I mean she kind of did. I wasn't her picture perfect child. I'm what broke up their perfect marriage." Gordo looked down at his hands, never glanced up. Miranda grabbed his hands and brought them up to her face, forcing him to look at her. He could see her eyes were moist with tears. Gordo quickly dropped Miranda's hands and jumped up from the couch. He hadn't wanted pity, he wanted to tell Miranda the truth. He wanted Lizzie to know why he was the way he was.

"Well, you better get going. I thought you had somewhere to go?" Gordo tried to change the subject as quickly as he could. He turned his back to her, looking at the fireplace.

"Yeah I do." Miranda said quietly. He could see her get up from the couch out of the corner of his eye, and she walked up to him. He turned around to face her. "This still doesn't make up for what you did, but it helps." Miranda gave Gordo a quick hug, turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Gordo didn't know whether to feel anger or relief, so he just settled with contentment. He didn't think things were going to be perfect, because things never were, but he knew they'd be better than bad, and that was okay with him.

A/N: Is it too short? I like it! I'm thinking of writing a companion story. Lizzie's perspective ya know? Seeing as they are the two main characters. It'd be fun! =) So leave your questions, comments, or concerns by pressing the little review button!