DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters except for Byron!

A/n: I changed this chapter a little bit, to make it better. Enjoy my story!

Lizzie quickly ran off the school bus as soon as it stopped. She wanted, no /ineeded/i to find Miranda. There was something wrong and all Lizzie hoped was that it was not anorexia again.

In 8th grade, Miranda felt like she lost control and started to then "control" her eating, causing her life to spiral out of control-she even fainted. Thank goodness they (Gordo and Lizzie) saved her. She found Miranda sitting against the side of the hallway wall wearing-her sweatpants. Byron was standing over to the right side of her taking a drink from the water fountain. Miranda seemed to be sickly pale and out of it. She didn't even here when Lizzie called out to her.

So, Lizzie went over to Byron.

"Hey Byron, how's it going? I mean with you two-" Lizzie looked at Miranda and smiled, "-lovebirds?"

"I really like Miranda, I think I love her." Byron smiled sweetly.

"OMG! That's so sweet!" Maybe there really was nothing wrong with Byron. However, she thought he might know what is bothering her. She pulled him over, out of Miranda's hearing range and decided to just ask him point- blank. "Byron, I'm worried about Miranda. She doesn't seem like her lively self. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well she told me about the F she just got on her report card in chemistry. Do you think that is what it is?" Byron seemed genuinely concerned.

Lizzie looked at him suspiciously and left. She had gotten a B on her chemistry report card.

Byron walked back to Miranda. "What have you told her?" He glared at Miranda angrily.

Miranda looked up at him with a frightened glance. "I haven't told her anything! I swear!"

Byron glared at her with a cold stare then turned his gaze to the lovely pattern of assorted whites which made up the ceiling. "After all I have done for you. Imagine this, all the thanks I get. We will discuss this later." Then he left, just leaving Miranda alone in the hallway.

The morning periods passed by quickly, and soon it was time for gossip, romance, and pain: lunch. Lizzie found Gordo at their usual table. After a bit of small chat, they discussed Miranda.

"Gordo, something is wrong with Miranda. I have no idea what it is, and I should know!" Lizzie banged her fist down hard on her poor brown lunch bag. "I feel like I've failed her."

"Whoa, Lizzie calm down!" He held her fist in the air to prevent her from smashing it down again. "Maybe she has PMS." Gordo said this as a joke, but Lizzie didn't laugh. So he cleared his throat and tried again. "Here I'll look out for her; see what she does. I'm sure we can figure this out."

*She has everything,* thought Lizzie, *she can't complain. She has good grades, a perfect boyfriend, cute clothes-well normally. Meanwhile I can't even get Gordo to notice me-at least not in the non-plutonic way.*

Gordo cleared his throat again and looked down at his shoes. "Um, Lizzie? I know this isn't a good time, but would you like to go out with me sometime? I mean-"

Lizzie interrupted him with the biggest smile-biggest for at least the past month. "Gordo, I would love to."

Gordo finally looked up, and his smile rivaled Lizzie's. "Wow, that would be awesome. I, uh, I guess I'll call you then." He threw his trash away, and headed out of the cafeteria.

*Note to self: I guess I'll have to try the thought-wishing thing again.* Lizzie smiled to herself, because she was the last one left in the cafeteria.

She slowly left the cafeteria.

Another A/n: Slightly unrealistic I know, but the Lizzie and Gordo dating thing will help the story.