[A/N]: I'm tired of writing authors notes on every chapter. I'll only write them if it's important. Anyway… I know that this story is supposed to be based on Miranda's point of view, but wouldn't you all like to know whats going on in Gordo's mind for once? I thought so.

-Chapter 8-

After closing the door behind me, I had to lean up against it and take everything in. "Home, sweet home." I sighed trying to relax up against my front door.

"Hey honey." Out of nowhere, my mom appeared with a laundry basket in her hands.

"Oh, hey mom." I was about to go upstairs before she started talking again.

"Is that all I get is a hey? Were you at Miranda's this whole time?"

"Sorry and yeah."

"Is she okay?" I knew she was going to ask that.

"Yeah, she's fine; she just needed someone to talk to." I once again tried to walk up stairs wanting to get some rest.

"That was very nice of you to help her like you did; that shows how good of a friend you are." I had heard that same thing all of my life, how good of a friend I was… they didn't have to tell me, I knew that every time one of my friends was down or needed my help, I would go a great distance to be there for them. 'That's what friends are for' is what I always said, but for some reason, I didn't this time.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be in my room… asleep." I finally walked up stairs and paused as I touched my doorknob. A sudden thought came to my mind that was so questioning to me that I paused to think about it. It was like I couldn't think and walk at the same time. I shook the thought away and opened my door. A sudden drift of cold air blew out the door; it was so cold in my room for some reason, kind of like Miranda's… but I got used to hers, seeing that I was in there for more than four hours.

I closed my door taking in the cool air as I walked over to my lamp turning it on… shinning a dim light across the room. I needed to take another deep breath because of everything that was going through my mind. I slowly walked towards my bed unbuttoning my shirt and pulled the white t-shirt I had under it over my head, draping it over the computer chair. Finally I was able to climb into my bed. I felt so tired.

I had a really long day; not just because of Miranda, although most of it was, but other things that were going on made it even longer. While Miranda was asleep my mind was going in every which direction thinking thought after thought, just like my heart pumped faster and faster as she rested on my chest. It's amazing how she did that, even when she was asleep. It's surprising how she did that, even though she is only my best friend.

I found my self-thinking differently today. When I realized that Miranda wasn't okay, I felt the need to make sure she felt better and to make sure I was there for her. When she started to open up to me, I wanted to make sure that when she went to sleep, she didn't wake up in the middle of the night and start to think negative. It was like, I wanted to be there for her every second. I wanted to be the one to comfort her, understand her, be there for her; I just had to… I felt like it was my duty.

If we were back at middle school, Lizzie would have been the one that felt like I did and want to comfort her, but if we were back in middle school, she wouldn't be feeling this way in the first place, and Lizzie wouldn't mind comforting her. It has been awkward between the three of us… we've all changed, but that's no reason for Miranda to be feeling the way she does.

When she finally fell asleep, it felt like I had done my job as a best friend. I felt like I accomplished a goal. When she fell asleep, it was around six, when I left, it was close to nine. That meant I stayed there for three hours straight allowing her to use me as a pillow while she was sleeping. I could have left, but something told me to stay… and I'm glad I did.

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A little longer. Ya like? Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Confused yet? Plz review.