[A/N]: I'm uploading as fast as I can because I have so many ideas flowing through my mind at the moment. This chapter is longer! Please review.

Contest (Guess That Tune): If you can guess what song this is from, e-mail me at sup3r_manz_gurli@yahoo.com and I will add you into the story in the later chapters: "Its not supposed to hurt this way. I need you, I need you, more and more each day."

-Chapter 7-

"Uhh… hey. Your mom told me to come up. Are you busy?" It was so nice of him to come over. But at the same time, I was wishing he would go.

"No, come in." I opened the door wider for Gordo, and then shut it. I walked towards my bed and motioned for him to sit down as I did the same.

"Why are you here?" I didn't mean to sound so unkind, but I did.

"I came to see how you were doing." He came all the way over my house to see if I was okay, when he could have just called? He's such a good friend.

"Well, I'm fine. Thanks for checking on me." I had a depressing tone in my voice. There was no way possible that I could tell Gordo what has been going through my mind for the last five months; I just couldn't.

"Is…" I looked up at Gordo and stared in his eyes as he stuttered. "Is… everything okay?" Why did he look so concerned? It was like I was harming myself the way his facial expression was.

"As far as what?" Once again, I didn't mean to sound smart, but I did.

"As far as your life, school, lifestyle…anything and everything." As I continued to look at him I felt terrible for making him worry so much. I didn't like to see Gordo like this as much as he didn't like to see me like I am. All I had to tell him was 'I'm alright now', and give him one of my famous unrealistic smiles, then maybe he could stop worrying so much. But I couldn't.

I searched hard for those three simple words, but I couldn't find them. I wanted to say that everything was fine. But it wasn't… I knew that, Gordo knew that, even my mom knew that. My throat had a huge lump in it causing me to choke on my words. Gordo just sat there staring at me waiting for me to break down any second. He wouldn't admit it, but that's what he was waiting for. I wasn't going to break down. I was going to stay cool and calm. The lump in my throat grew bigger and bigger forcing itself to come up. I thought I was strong, but I let everything that was left of me out. At first it was just a simple tear that fell, but then more started flowing down my face. I wrapped my arms around my knees as I looked down at my bed.

"It's going to be okay." Gordo took my arms and draped them around him. My head lay on his shoulder as I continued to cry.

"Its not supposed to hurt this way." I was too vague and still crying, but somehow Gordo seemed to understand what I was saying.

"Whats going on in that mind of yours?" I rose from his shoulder and gaped into his eyes.

"Gordo, it hurts that I'm so unwanted."

"You're not unwanted. Why would you say that?" Gordo now had a look of confusion on his face.

"Well, that's how I feel. Everyday I wake up wondering who I really am… where I belong, and if there is a purpose for me being on this earth. I feel unloved… I feel like I'm in Lizzie's shadow at the highest."

"Miranda, I love you, Lizzie loves you, your family loves you. You have always been, and will always be loved and wanted. You belong right here… with Lizzie, your family, and me. You're not in anybodies shadow. You're your own person. Its just, you're going through a phase just like Lizzie is." That would have been the most sympathetic thing to say, but for some reason, I didn't believe anything he said. I still felt like I was unloved, unwanted, in Lizzie's shadow, and like I didn't belong. Even though I'm my own person, I knew that nobody at school saw me like that.

Gordo continued to tell me positive things and that everything was going to be okay. " Gordo, I want to believe you when you tell me that it'll be okay…" I paused. "I wanna believe you… but I don't."

The more words Gordo spoke trying to make me feel better, the more I spilt about everything that was on my mind. The next thing I knew, Gordo and I were lying down on my bed, my head resting on his chest as I cried myself to sleep.

…(No longer in Miranda's point of view)…

There was a light knock on the door. Gordo gently picked Miranda's head off of his chest and slightly rose off of the bed not trying to wake Miranda. He tiptoed to the door and opened it.

"Is she okay?" Mrs. Sanchez had her nightclothes on.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's sleeping now." Gordo looked at his watch. "I think I'm going to get going its already past 8:30, close to my curfew.

"Thank you so much Gordo. She needs someone like you in her life to help her through rough times. Lord knows I couldn't help her."

Gordo halfway smiled. "No problem, she's my best friend; that's what I'm here for."

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