AN: In this one we have a third person narrator, and some actual dialogue! Yay! Enjoy!

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Lizzie tore apart her wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit. Something that said to Gordo "you like me!" As a result, she was going to be late. She settled on a pink dress that went to the knee, making her look sweet and innocent, and went really well with her hair. Her mother walked into the room, and, noticing the frantic state of her daughter, immediately got suspicious. "I thought you were just going to meet Gordo at the park?"

"I… am… but…"

"Is that Ethan Craft boy going to be there?"

"Ahh… well…"

"Oh sweetie, I've told you a thousand times that any boy who doesn't want you is blind, dumb, and completely insane. Don't stress about what you're going to wear and how you look."

Seeing her exit, she took it, before her Mom asked more questions, "sure Mom, bye."

She ran out of the house, almost forgetting her shoes, praying that Gordo would wait.

He did, and she ran up to him at the park, breathless, and regretting the fact that she didn't plan out what she was going to say – when she improvised it never seemed to end well. *It's Gordo, he knows me better than anybody, I should just tell him.*

"Lizzie…" he began, but seemed at loss for words, so she took the opportunity to speak.

"Listen, Gordo… see, it's just that… well… sometimes friends see each other in certain ways… you know… and the other person doesn't see them in the same way, but the friend wants them to see them differently, and it can happen, you know, people can change opinions about people, like, the way we see each other could completely change, or it could stay the same, and maybe one of us doesn't want that, and so they do something to change it, but the other doesn't really want the change so they try and bring it back when maybe the change was meant to happen because it's like a natural progression thing and friendships change and grow closer and grow apart, you know?"

Gordo was smiling at her. Why was he smiling? This is serious!

"Gordo!? Why are you smiling?! I want a natural progression thing, and you should want it too!"

Gordo watched her, yelling at him, hands on hips, beautiful as anything, and although he had no idea what she was saying, and it was probably just babble, he loved her. It was stupid, but he loved her, and all of her. He loved that she could make him smile, or make a day seem so much brighter, or make as little sense as she was making now.

Suddenly, what she was saying hit him. 'friends see each other in different ways'… 'the other doesn't really want the change'… 'grow apart.'

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I get what you're saying."

Lizzie studied his face, he was not happy. This was about the time she came to the conclusion that this wasn't such a good idea. "Well… do you have any response to what I'm saying?"

He looked up at her, brown eyes meeting hazel ones, both of which looked like they could shed tears any moment. "It's all cool… being friends is good."

"Right, friends."

"Friends," he affirmed, and after an awkward moment, he stuck his hand out, and they shook on it.

And with that they both turned away.

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Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those stories where they spend the entire time avoiding the situation... keep reading and you'll see them fix up any mix-ups. I'm still looking for a beta reader, e-mail me if you're at all interested, right now, I have another Lizzie story in the makes but I want it to be read over before I post it.