AN- I am so sorry I haven't updated sooner. Time is seriously the worst idea anyone has ever had. Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter and review, and I might actually update both of my stories *gasp* a lot faster. Thanks!

The Event

By that Friday, everyone had gotten the hang of his or her job. While they never talked to anyone famous, they sometimes saw national news anchors floating around the offices.

On Friday, Louis invited everyone to his parent's house in Albany. Most people said that would be fun, but Lizzie politely refused.

"Why can't you come?" Louis asked curiously. "Doesn't he know it is rude to ask a question like that?" Lizzie thought.

"Well, a friend of mine is in town and I want to see her," Lizzie lied. She still suffered from mixed feelings about Louis, so she didn't want to ruin any possibility of them going out later.

"Oh is this that Miranda chick you always talk about?" Louis asked.

"Yeah," Lizzie said as she told herself she was digging herself into an even bigger hole as she spat out lies. He would eventually find out when he saw it on the TV.

"Why don't you invite her? I would love to meet who you usually hang out with," Louis said.

"Well, she really wants to go around Times Square and see Manhattan, so I appreciate the offer, but maybe some other time," Lizzie said.

"Okay," Louis said disappointedly. "I will bring you back something for a souveneer. We will be back on Sunday afternoon."

As soon as work finished, everyone went to the house to pack and then an hour later they left in one of their two provided cars. Lizzie dressed herself up in a red full-length gown and did her hair and make-up, and almost as soon as checked herself in the mirror, she heard a car pull up the driveway. When she looked out the window, sure enough, she saw a black limousine coming down the driveway. She grabbed her ticket purse, and left for the party. She could not believe she was getting away with this.

In the limousine, she nervously waited as she was driven to Rockefeller Center and after what seemed like two hours before they arrived, she got out. Kathryn told her the day before about the event. It included watching movies, dinner, speeches, and dancing. She told her fiancé that an employee of hers was taking her place, but told Lizzie that it be best for security reasons and because the organizers were obnoxiously strict about this invitation-only event that she should pretend like she was Kathryn Goebel.

When she arrived at the front door, someone asked her to show her ticket. Lizzie showed the person her ticket, and they person opened the door for her graciously. Once inside, she was thoroughly impressed. The place was must have taken days to decorate for this one night. There were pictures of filmmakers and a lot of banners. She decided she should go to the bathroom before everything started, so she went to the bathroom, and it was incredible.

When she went to go to her seat, she showed an usher her ticket, he handed her a program, and then escorted her to her seat. Kathryn told her she would probably be sitting with the students, and the tables traditionally sat in alphabetical order. Sure enough, when she saw her seat, there was a nameplate "Kathryn Goebel" waiting for her. Her table was empty, being that the film students were backstage, but looking around her, she noticed there were a lot of people around her and above her.

Once the center was filled, minus the majority of her table, the lights dimmed, and someone announced on a loud speaker, "Please be seated," and once everyone took their seats, the speaker said, "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for coming tonight for this exciting event. Please welcome the current film class led by Mr. Hugh Wilder.

After applause, a group of twenty or so young student came out followed by who seemed like their teacher, Kathryn's fiancé. The students all looked nervous, but Lizzie started searching for Gordo. Since the majority of the class was males, and the lighting was weird, this was a hard task to do. She couldn't see him. After a short speech from Hugh, and an introduction to a movie they were showing by the director or the film, a former student, the lights got even dimmer and the stage emptied as a screen appeared. The movie was a black and white movie with no sound about a doctor and his dying patient. The music was very strong and very powerful. The whole movie lasted about ten minutes.

After about five more short films, the lights turned back on and the speaker announced that dinner would be served. Lizzie was so glad that cameras from the Real World were not allowed inside. The last thing she needed was extra attention.

Shortly after the announcement, the students appeared and walked toward the table Lizzie was sitting around. A person to her left sat beside her, one of the only women and Lizzie's attention shifted to her and pretty soon, they introduced themselves an started a small conversation. She noticed someone sat down on her right side, but she didn't think much of it as she continued her conversation with the girl to her left, Kellie Ellison. When the food came, she turned to eat, and that is when she finally glanced at the nameplate to the right of her, "David Gordon." Gordo hadn't noticed anything yet, and she wasn't about to call this to his attention. He seemed to be engaged to his own conversation with the person on his right, another male. The conversation stopped as his food came, and soon, everyone started eating.

Nervously, Lizzie ate her meal and hoped to go unnoticed by Gordo. She was pretty successful in doing so until her fork accidentally dropped to the floor. Gordo again was talking to someone, so without looking at Lizzie, he picked her fork up for her and sat it back down on the table. Without looking at her, and barely pausing his conversation, he said, "here you go, Ms. Goebel."

"Thank you," Lizzie said, hoping he wouldn't recognize her voice.

Gordo obviously did think that she sounded familiar, so he looked at her and gaped at what he saw. "Lizzie? What are you- what are you doing here?"

"Gordo!" Lizzie said, trying to act surprised. "I didn't recognize you," he didn't seem too convinced. "I was actually invited because Kathryn couldn't come and Kathryn is my boss at work."

"Where is the camera crew?" Gordo asked, still confused.

"They weren't allowed in," Lizzie said. She wasn't sure as to what to say next, but she was hoping he would say something first.

After nothing was said for three minutes, Lizzie excused herself for the restroom. After she got out of the restroom, Gordo was standing there as if he were waiting for her.

"Lizzie," Gordo started. "We need to talk." Gordo led Lizzie to a nearby loveseat, where they both sat down.

"I feel like we haven't talked in forever," Lizzie said.

"Well it has been two weeks," Gordo said.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I know this isn't the right place, but I want to talk about the last time we talked. I owe you a huge apology."

"Yeah, well, I am sorry about that, too. I guess I was having a hard time adjusting to New York and I missed everyone and was just easily irritable."

"Yeah, well I was going through a hard time with packing and getting ready to leave that I guess I was also irritable," Gordo said.

"Yeah, well I deserved what you said about me. I know that if you were to ever come to the house, you would sleep in my room, and your intentions would probably be different from Louis. Louis is a really nice guy, though. He would never do anything to me and we aren't dating or anything. He knows his boundaries."

"I should have figured that. You are a smart girl, Lizzie, and I have felt guilty about this ever since, and I was actually going to call you soon. I guess you telling me you were a brother was a big reality check," Gordo said.

"The thing is, you are not a brother to me, Gordo. You are a friend of mine . . .a best friend of mine. I care about what you have to say and what you do. I have been wanting to talk to you ever since, but didn't know your number or anything."

"So am I forgiven?" Gordo asked

"Only if I am," Lizzie replied as she smiled.

"Well, thanks for talking. I think we should get back inside before people start to wonder where we are," Gordo said.

Lizzie agreed and they got up and walked back to the table and continued eating. After dinner, there was a nice selection of desserts and Lizzie ate a rich chocolate pie as Gordo picked up his conversation with the guy next to him from where they left off. Lizzie talked to Kellie about school. Kellie was a sophomore who transferred when she decided she wanted to switch her major from psychology to filmmaking. Lizzie told her that she was currently on the Real World and they got into a conversation about reality television and how bizarre it has become lately. After the conversation and a few speeches by the University, music started to play, and people started to get up and dance. Someone asked Kellie to dance immediately, which left Lizzie alone, until some random guy from the student table asked her to dance.

Lizzie accepted and they left to the dance floor and started to dance. The guy introduced himself as Greg.

"I was sitting next to Mr. Wilder, our teacher, when I saw you leave and come back with that Gordo dude. I was a little confused because I thought you were Mr. Wilder's fiancé, so I asked him about it, and he told me that you were just a friend of hers that is taking her place. After that, I felt better and I decided to be cordial and ask you to dance," Greg explained.

Lizzie was trying to figure out why Greg was explaining himself, but didn't have time to because right then, Gordo appeared and asked if he could cut in. Greg looked at Lizzie and then said to Gordo, "Dude, I am sorry. I didn't realize you and the lady were an item, but I guess I should have figured. Dude, I am sorry. Here, she is all yours," Greg said as he left the dance floor. Gordo looked at Lizzie as he blushed slightly

Gordo put his right hand on her waist and took her hand with his other hand and they started dancing. "Greg is quite a character, but he is cool once you get to know him," Gordo explained.

"Oh?" Lizzie said as she put her left hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah. I am sorry about not talking to you much. That guy I was talking to is my partner in this class and we had to discuss this tonight because he is leaving town tomorrow," Gordo said, "Plus, I didn't really expect to see you here," he added as he yawned.

"Tired?" Lizzie asked, smiling.

"Yeah. I have been busy with work and classes. Besides, the dorm rooms get spookily weird every weekend."

"Really? Well, I have the house all to myself this weekend, so you are welcome to sleep over." Lizzie said, secretly hoping he would agree-she didn't want to sleep there alone.

"All by yourself, huh?" Gordo said, trying to sound jokingly suggestive.

"Well, you know what I mean. Yeah, Louis invited everyone to his parents house, so the house is all mine."

"Why didn't you join the group?"

"I was invited here first," Lizzie said. "Well, do you want to stay?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yeah, of course," Lizzie responded.

"Okay," Gordo said, "But I sleep in my boxers," Gordo added and laughed.

Well, it didn't take very long for them to make-up, but that was typical of Lizzie and Gordo's friendship. They didn't stay much longer, when they decided it would probably be best if they left. Lizzie's limo was waiting for her, and Gordo looked impressed. "What type of work do you do?"

"Oh, we work in a mailroom," Lizzie said as she placed herself and her dress in the car. Gordo followed her into the car. The camera crew was already in there.

"So, how is school?" Lizzie asked.

"Busy. Plus, I also work part time in a Starbucks, so I also have that to deal with. What about you? How is the Real World?"

"Lovely, absolutely darling. No, it is really fun. Work is so much fun and the house is slowly starting to get along," Lizzie said as she yawned.

The rest of the car ride was pretty silent, as both Lizzie and Gordo were pretty tired and had a long night. When they reached the house and went inside, more cameras greeted them and they were followed around the house. Too tired to give him a tour of the house, they decided to go straight to bed. Feeling weird about sleeping with just boxers with cameras all around, Gordo asked Lizzie if he could borrow a t-shirt of hers. She gave him the largest she had, which was a shirt that said "UCLA," and Gordo disappeared into a changing room and undressed himself to where he was wearing boxers and the shirt Lizzie gave him. By the time he was out of the room and ready for bed, Lizzie was in her sleepwear and in her bed.

Still confused and uncomfortable about the cameras, he plopped himself on Lizzie's bed and whispered, "where do you want me to sleep?"