Nahima Tala: Sorry about all the cliffhangers, I don't mean to torture you! Thanks for reviewing again, I love reviews! And yes, she is going to tell him very soon. Read on. Baby-Angel aka LaLa: I liked the LMM too but I thought it was way unrealistic. Lizzie McGuire used to be a really realistic show that I could relate to but now its getting kind of ridiculous. Never been kissed: Thanks for the review! I will keep it coming, don't worry. Funky pink high top: I'm so glad that I'm one of your favorite fanfiction people! Miranda stories are the best, they just have a tendency to be so much better and deeper than others. Kate stories rock too. Starcraze: You'll find out what happens when she spills her guts very soon. Don't fret!

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6:44

My body tenses up as the clock moves one more number. Less than sixty seconds left until my life crumbles right in front of my eyes at my own (preventable) fault. I imagine where he is right now, probably doing his homework at his desk in the corner of his room, or playing video games in the basement in the dark. I wonder if he's expecting a phone call in exactly one minute. I wonder if he's expecting me to be in love with him. I wonder if he's expecting me to screw up three people's lives out of pure selfishness in one minute.

Oh my gosh.

6:45

Just as I reach my hand for the phone, it rings. Damnit. How weird.

"Hello?" I say in an irritated tone, this person is interrupting something important!

"Miranda? It's Gordo."

What the heck. How did that happen?

For some reason, the idea that he was calling to tell me he loves me went through my mind. Ha. That is really funny. And wouldn't that be odd? We both had exactly the same idea, but he got to the phone faster. Great minds think alike.

"Hello? Are you still there?" He asks. Whoah, I totally forgot I was still in contact with him.

"Yah, I'm here." I say as if he just asked a totally stupid and pointless question.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Well duh, that's usually why people call other people"

"I was really worried about you today."

Oh my gosh, for once in my life he said something to me without mentioning Lizzie. That really is cause for a celebration. And even better, he was saying something about being concerned with ME. Meaning that he has spent some time thinking about ME, meaning that at that one split second I was occupying his thoughts, not Lizzie.

"So was Lizzie."

Damnit. I should have known that was going to happen.

"What exactly happened?" He sounded more politely interested than truly concerned. I guessed he was most likely playing video games or doing homework while he was talking to me.

"I love you, Gordo."

That, was by far, the single most random statement ever made. I felt like I was being crushed by a huge tsunami and a huge weight had been taken off my chest. Now things would never be the same, never again would I see color, taste food, or hear music the same way. Everything seemed surreal and fake, like I was in a dream or something. It feels like time has speed up and is standing still at the same time, I can't tell the difference, for neither has ever happened.

"What.what do you mean?"

You know, for the smartest person I have ever met and most likely ever will Gordo could be a real dumbass sometimes.

"I love you, is what I mean Gordo. You're unlike everyone I've ever met. When I see you walking down the hall its like everything else suddenly is blurred and you are the only thing I can see clearly. It like somehow you haven't succumbed to this.. I can't even describe it, mental state that everyone else in the world has including myself, you've managed to stay different. You're the only thing in the world that makes sense to me Gordo. The only time I know who I am is when I'm with you, and when I'm away I forget and I struggle and struggle to remember but I just can't no matter how close I get but then I'm with you again and its so obvious I can't believe I didn't know. That's what I mean."

A tear rolled down my cheek, it's as if I knew what would be the next words spoken.

"Miranda, I'm sorry but, being in love with you would be like, being in love with misery."

"That's the single most ironic statement I've ever heard." I say through tears. I hear and click and then a dialtone, he hung up. I clock is a glowing bright green and I stare at it as if it's going to help ease the pain or something.

It reads 6:50. It took me exactly five minutes to achieve the worst pain I've ever felt. Ha, that sounds like a joke.

How many Miranda Sanchez's does it take to screw up her life in five minutes?

One!!!

So what if it's not very funny. It doesn't matter. Nothing does anymore. Gordo doesn't love me, he won't remember me when he grows up and he isn't thinking about me right now. I'm not different from everyone he's ever met and theres no difference in what makes sense and what doesn't when he's around me and he knows himself no better in my presence.

"Mija! I need the phone back please!" My mother cuts through the silence with her demanding voice.

"Whatever!" I yell back at her. Maybe I should cut her some slack, she doesn't know what just happened.

No one does. Except Gordo and me of course. I smile, I find pleasure in the fact that we share something no one else knows, at least for now. He'll probably go telling Lizzie, but for this brief second, Gordo and me know something no one else does, and with that, we have a connection.

How fucking pathetic.