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Gordo stared down at the blank sheet of notebook paper in front of him. It was probably 3 'o' clock in the morning, and here he was still wide- awake. He had a knack for not being able to sleep easily. He and Lizzie had made friends again. He wasn't quite sure if they really stopped being friends, he just knew that now they were even tighter than before; all things considering. He and her were one. That night, had been the best night of his entire life, and he couldn't help but write about it over and over again. He supposed that it would annoy him later, but now it was all he could think about.

The new relationship level with Lizzie was extraordinary. It intoxicated, yet scared him at the same time. In his fantasy life, he never had to think about the aftermath, he'd always dreamt about the initiation. So, basically, here he was again, the master of plans, winging it.

He dated the paper, and began to write quickly, only because he had much to say. For at this very moment, Gordo was in a state of euphoria, a natural high he wished to never come down from. He and Lizzie were going on there first official date tonight, and he was elated. Hell, he was more than elated; he'd practically died when she agreed to go out with him, on a real date; in front of other people. He'd asked her after that night. The night he couldn't stop thinking about. She'd gladly said yes. He had been the happiest man in the world that time.

He'd had the best character of Gordo that anyone had ever seen. He loved it. Gordo wrote much about his feelings, his sinking feeling that he got. He just knew something was going to go wrong. He also wrote about his dreams of the perfect life with Lizzie. He was almost a complete turnaround of what he had been. Though he couldn't help but feel a looming sense of something bad happening. It frightened him, though he tended to brush it off as nothing.

At the bottom of the paper Gordo put in big, dark letters: "I'm afraid. I don't want my hope shattered again." He folded up the paper, and stuffed it in the full notebook he had started at the beginning of the summer. Now, as it was drawing to a close, he found it easier to express himself. He was no longer Gordo, the unreadable. He was Gordo, the semi-readable. He was really trying. Especially where it mattered most. He was trying with his friends. He was trying with Lizzie.

Gordo stood up from his desk and glanced at his watch. It read 5:46. He was supposed to pick Lizzie up at 6:30, and he knew he could get ready in the time crunch. He quickly walked towards the bathroom, where he showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth in a record amount of time. He dressed quickly, and was out the door at precisely 6:15. He needed to make a quick stop at the florists to get a rose for Lizzie before he picked her up. He screeched to a stop in the parking lot, hustled inside and paid for the rose. Gordo was still making good time when he came to a red light. There were no cars passing from either side, so Gordo decided to chance it, and speed through quickly. He pressed his foot heavily on the accelerator and almost made it through, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a truck speeding towards him.

"I'm going to be late for Lizzie's," Gordo thought, and then his world went black. Gordo woke up in what he assumed was a hospital bed, how soon afterwards, he didn't know. He saw Lizzie's angelic face stained with tears. He smiled weakly at her. It killed him inside to even see traces of sadness on his angel's face.

"I'm going to be okay Lizzie." Gordo said quietly. Lizzie looked at him and nodded. He saw her lean towards him, and felt her soft lips brush softly against his. He loved the way that felt. He would be the luckiest man alive if he got to feel that once every day.

Lizzie's strained voice interrupted his thoughts. "I love you Gordo." She said, and burst into tears again.

"I love you more than my life Lizzie." With that, Gordo felt a new bout of exhaustion creep through his veins, and he slowly closed his eyes, watching the world before him fade to black.

A/N: Well you guys, this looks like the (almost) end of the road. Do not fret though, because you still have that Lizzie POV to look forward too. I should like to get a bagillion reviews for both stories, but eh..I don't think it's gonna happen.