DISCLAIMER: no ownership.. none.. none at all.. it's sad really.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: alright-y. As promised, here's my next chapter, all in the same day, don't ya know! So, this one's gonna be in Gordo's point of view- may I repeat GORDO'S POINT OF VIEW! I don't want any confusion..

"Ooh, shit, my head.." I opened my eyes only slightly and rubbed my forehead trying to soothe the pounding headache that had erupted in my head. I was trying to conjure up memories from the night before when I realized that the ringing in my ears was mixed with another sound. It was the sound of someone crying..

I began to pull at the bed covers so I could find who the sobs belonged to, only to find that I was naked underneath the sheets. Suddenly memories needn't be conjured, they came back in a painful flash. "Miranda.." I gasped and pulled boxers on as I stumbled clumsily out of the bed. My hangover was not helping my situation as I groped towards the door to Lizzie's bedroom. As I made my way towards my goal, I tripped over something in my path. It was Miranda.

I collapsed next to her and wrapped my arms around her, "I'm sorry, Miranda, I'm sorry. I really am, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.." Before I could continue I felt a sharp blow to my left eye, Miranda had hit me! "Miranda? Miranda? Are you ok? Miranda it's me.." She hit me again, this time a more clumsy and poorly aimed punch that hit my cheek not quite as hard as the last.

"I HATE YOU!" Miranda shouted louder and with more force than I'd ever heard her use in my life. She lost her footing slightly as she struggled to get up and when I reached out to help her she hit my hand and scrambled up. "Didn't you hear me, asshole? DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?" She looked positively vicious as she glared down at me. "I. Hate. You. I never want to see you again in my life, I.. I.." She stopped short, she was looking weak again. Her anger seemed to die down and she sort of melted before my eyes, sobbing yet again.

I crawled a few feet and reached out to Miranda. This time she didn't lash out, but merely fell into my arms, crying into my shoulder. "I'm sorry.." I repeated, and she seemed to believe me this time.

We stayed there together for along time, much after she finally stopped crying. As I held her tightly I realized that there wasn't much that I remembered of the night. When Miranda finally seemed ready, I pulled her up onto Lizzie's bed and looked her in the eyes. "Miranda..baby.. what happened?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: And the verdict is? Reviews are much loved, my children. Oh, and JamtillDawn- I promise promise promise I will explain the whole Lizzie's room thing.. I'm just a slight procrastinator, but you'll hear the answer in the next chapter!