Hey I'm back! I know the chapter is called the end but it's not actually the last chapter, there will be a short one after this and then that is the end!! Thanx for the reviews, they mean a lot, I've hit the 40 mark!! Anyway, keep r&ring this story. Sorry this one chapter covers a large amount of time but it was the only way I could do it! Well enjoy!

Bekks xxxxx

Gordo fell back onto the sofa, his head pounding and his science text book slumped over his chest. His eyelids drooped but he forced himself awake to finish his practise paper, his exams were coming soon and any free time he had was spent looking after Lizzie, the only opportunity he had to revise was late at night when Lizzie had eventually fallen asleep. It was seven o'clock in the evening and preparing himself for another restless night Gordo gave up on his work and let the book fall out of his grip as he fell into an exhausted sleep.

He awoke no more than an hour later feeling possibly more tired than he had before, trying to remember what woke him his wiped his blurry eyes to see his mom leaning over him with the phone in one hand. He feebly reached for it and cleared his throat.

"Hello?" his voice croaked and he coughed again.

"Hey Gordo, it's me Miranda!" Gordo's heart leapt, he hadn't had chance to speak to her for nearly a week. "Look, we need to talk." Any happiness Gordo just felt disappeared in a split second, nothing good ever came from the words 'we need to talk'.

"No Miranda, don't say that!" he pleaded.

"I'm sorry Gordo; I've been patient with you. I took you back when I thought you'd slept with Lizzie, thinking you'd gotten over her and you were ready to move on but I was wrong. I should've left you and resisted your sweet talk. You convinced me to get back together with you, and being the idiot I am, I did. I saw it before but ignored it, but now I can see clearly that you want to be with Lizzie. You were right to start with, you're soul mates. I can't be second to her anymore."

"You're not Miranda! I love you so much, please just hear me out. We're perfect together!"

"No we're not; we have to keep hiding things from one another, nothing good has happened because of our relationship. You're holding me back Gordo, holding me back from pursuing my career."

"What does that mean? What career? You don't do anything!"

"Way to cheer me up Gordo. And I do have a career, I decided to 'Go Professional' I have a singing contract, I saw an advert on the TV and that's what that meeting was about last week, I start recording in a month and will release my stuff at the end of the year."

"That's great."

"I know, but I can't go on ahead whilst I'm dating you, whilst I'm waiting around for Lizzie to have her baby so I can carry on with my life. I'm sick of it Gordo, in life we have to make sacrifices and in mine that means you. I don't want to lose you, but I'm going to have to if I want to save myself."

"Miranda you can't, but…"

"Sorry Gordo, but this is the end. Don't try to contact me I'm busy for the next few months."

Gordo's hand trembled, any words he tried to murmur didn't exist and as the line went dead he dropped the phone and crumpled on the sofa blinking back the tears, praying it was a dream.

Winter soon turned to spring, then on to summer. Gordo's life felt empty now with Miranda gone. He kept to her word and didn't attempt to contact her; in the hope she would begin to trust him again. Lizzie's baby was born early June and while on the outside Gordo celebrated along with everyone else; inside he burned up inside wishing everything was back to normal, wishing that he could go back and start over. When Lizzie returned to Gordo's house, her parent's still not willing to accept the concept; the world seemed to be stuck on repeat. Everyday was the same, no sleep at night because of the baby, a girl which they named Becky, then the days passed slowly, so slowly Gordo was sure that something was wrong with the Earth. He hated to admit it but Miranda was right, Lizzie had taken over his life and stopped him and everyone else around him doing anything. Gordo's parents soon too grew sick of Lizzie and her affect on the Gordon household and by October Gordo and Lizzie found themselves forced into Mrs. Gordon's friend's apartment (which she rented out while she worked abroad) until Lizzie was ready to move on.

Gordo and Lizzie's relationship had now reached the stage that they couldn't even look at each other. Gordo was furious with the fact that Lizzie had ruined her and his own life but was too afraid to say anything, meanwhile Lizzie knew what she had done and couldn't face Gordo without filling with guilt. To break away from the house for a few hours a day, Gordo got himself a part time job as an assistant for a bad director, he never told Lizzie how awful it was and pretended he helped to film movies and commercials when really he spent his time running around fetching everyone food and drinks. He was known as the 'food kid', no one knew his name or even bothered to find it out. The rest of the year passed like this, Gordo managed to scrape a pass in all of his exams and soon found himself a term into his third year of high school. Nothing seemed real, it was all just one long blur.

On Christmas Day Gordo walked into the flat like any other day and glanced around at the poor decorations. His heart screwed up in pain as he realised it had been a whole year since he and Miranda had walked hand in hand around town laughing at all the bad decorations. He called out for Lizzie and got no reply, presuming she was asleep or pretending to be, Gordo slipped into the main room. He switched on the kettle and glanced at the worktop. A small envelope caught his eye, that hadn't been there when he left. He picked it up and immediately recognised Lizzie's curly writing forming his name. Dreading what was inside he slowly ran his finger along the sealed flap.