Disclaimer: You think an episode of Lizzie McGuire could be this good?

A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay, I wanted to post this chapter yesterday, Wednesday, but I couldn't due to a terrible loss to my school. Yesterday, a 16-year-old girl I knew from my school, got into a horrible car accident, and died. I've always heard of those things happening on the news, but when it happens to you, it kind of makes you think. To all of my readers: Thank you for reading, and if you love someone, don't take anything for granted. If you love them, tell them before it is all too late. And don't get into fights with your friends over petty things. If you do, apologize. And if you don't, think about what life would be like without them there everyday. Just last Friday I saw the girl in the bathroom, and I didn't say hi. It's now I wish I just had said hi. I wrote this A/N after I wrote the chapter, and I can't believe I used such an awful example to use in my story, before I knew what had happened.

On with the story

The Mistake

Raindrops doused Adam violently as he stalked angrily through the parking lot. He had to leave this school. Go somewhere. Do something about his arm, which was swaying lifelessly behind him. He frantically ran to a truck, and opened the driver's door.

His unbroken hand shaking, he ripped the cover to the ignition off, which wasn't an easy task. Seeing all color wires, he grabbed the two that stuck out in his memory, and pulled them. His heart clenched, and unclenched as the engine started, and the lights to the truck went on.

Not knowing what to do with his broken arm, he put his foot on the gas and began steering on the slippery roads with one arm. The windshield wipers were working, but barely.

"Damn, coming down hard, isn't it?" he thought to himself. Not knowing what the heck he was doing, he tried to look in his rear-view mirror to see if anyone was behind him. Like a cop. "Wouldn't that be great," he said aloud. "Getting caught driving a stolen car, underage." He sighed through his nose, and steadied his view to the road ahead of him. It was straight, and there was no on-coming traffic. Making sure he had enough time, he reached over to the glove compartment to find the car owners registration. Soon after, he felt the car sway to the right.



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Gordo dug his lack of nails into his palms, and marched up to door that Will had grabbed Lizzie through.

"That selfish little," Gordo mumbled before he heard a loud slam. "What the heck was that?" he thought. Leaning closer to the door, he thought that Will was in there, bossing Lizzie around. But when he heard Lizzie, sounding confident, his heart grew three sizes bigger. He stepped back, his eyes glittering with admiration. He heard the room in front of him grow silent, and he heard footsteps to the door. Lizzie opened the door, her face stained with tears. She didn't notice Gordo there with the Cheshire Cat's grin played across his thin lips.



The door swung open again, and there was Will, looking defeated. His glare swept over Lizzie, then moved to Gordo. It stayed there. Lizzie's glare followed his. Her eyes landed on Gordo, and her heart warmed. The person she needed the most was there. Finally.

Looking over at Will again, he was staring from the floor, and back to Gordo. He cleared his throat, and they both looked up at him. Will looked Lizzie in the eyes, after averting his eyes from Gordo.

"He loves you Lizzie. He really does," Will said. Gordo looked in between Will, who looked serious, and Lizzie, who looked confused.

Then, Will rounded on Gordo. He laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, and whispered so only he could hear, "Take good care of her, man."

And he walked off.



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Will walked back out into the rain, feeling more released than he ever had before. His knee was still bothering him, but that was the price you pay for wanted to be a good football player.

Will stopped and shoved his large hands into his pockets. He thought of what an idiot he had been to Lizzie, those times. He had never intentionally hurt her. Or the other girls. It was just something that came along with the job. That's why he could never, ever, truly fall in love with someone. She would be torn away, like all the rest.

"Damn steroids," he said aloud, assuring himself it would be all right. Including the pain in his knee where the drug had been injected earlier that day.

Looking around the parking lot, he realized something that irked him.

"Where the hell is my truck?"



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Adam staggered out of the banged up Toyota truck. Steam was hissing out of the front, and bark from the tree was imbedded in the bumper.

One solitary person ran from across the road. He was yelling, "Son, are you alright?"

Adam looked up to see his father staring back at him, worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine. I think I broke my other arm- -" Adam said, before fainting in his fathers arms.



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Lizzie looked up at Gordo, holding her forearm in her palm. Had Will been right about Gordo loving her? And what had he been whispering about. Gordo was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, until he finally turned on her.

"I think I'm going outside...to think," he added softly. Before Lizzie could stop him, he turned on his heel, and walked alone out the door.

Lizzie was combusting inside. She needed to know. She had to know the truth. So, he bit the bullet, sucked it up, and ran after him.

Once she was out the door, the rain pouring over her, she called out.

"Gordo!" he turned around, and cocked his eyebrows. "I need to know."

"Need to know what, Lizzie?" Gordo asked. He swallowed hard, and his Adams apple stuck out in his nervousness.



She took a step closer to him. They were a few feet apart. "If you love me," she said softly, never dropping his gaze.



A/N: I believe a few of you will be anxious to read the next chapter...