DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lizzie- or her ugly wardrobe, thank GOD!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ta-da! Its update time, children! This chapter shall be from Miss Miranda's point of view yet again, since I don't think I explained quiet enough last time. But I doubt I'm done for the day, I think I may post a little bit more later. (But don't hold me to that promise...)

I sat on Lizzie's bed for what seemed like an eternity, hot tears coursing down my cheek, making it harder and harder to stare down at Gordo's face. It was when my sobs finally became uncontrollable that I tried to gain composure again. My head was still full of memories and worries making it nearly impossible to think. I didn't know what I would do, who I would tell, anything, but I did know that I had to get out of this room.

I controlled my tears to best of my ability and slipped off the bed silently. Heading towards the door I made the mistake of looking back one last time. Emotions welled up in my chest, I felt the need to collapse in tears, run back to the bed and strangle my best friend, or maybe just lay down next to him yet again and make it all go away.

I sunk to the floor next to Lizzie's door, getting calmer as I thought. Couldn't I just do that? Couldn't I go back to that bed and pretend that everything was fine? That we both had wanted it, not just me. That he hadn't been hideously drunk. That it had been wonderful and romantic and that everything would be just perfect.. everything I had always wanted..

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, I'm so very sorry that this is so short, but I really AM going to add another chapter, like, right now! So deal with it peoples! And please leave me reviews, because I love reviews so very very much!