AN-Look who is back from the four- month period of loafing around? It's me! Honestly, I have struggled a lot whether or not to update either one of them because I was in a hole I didn't think I could get around and kept placing myself in that hole, and then my motivation dropped. I could lie to you and say that the motivation dropped because people weren't reviewing, but that would be a lie for the most part. Although that was probably a minute factor, it was definitely mostly due to the fact that I was stuck. Anyway, although I like to continue everything I start, I am still thinking about not continuing my stories. I don't know for sure but I will try and keep you posted.

I would also like to shout out to piacere. Thanks for the e-mail! This chapter is for you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or the Real World.

Seeing Things He Shouldn't See

Two weeks later, Lizzie was still pretty mad at Louis but kind of let it go. Her birthday the next day and she hated things to be unpleasant around her birthday.

What also worried her was that she hadn't talked to Gordo since that same day.

In the house, there was noted tension between Florin and Melanie. Rick was now out of the picture, and the whole house was pretty much single.

As mentioned before, Louis and Lizzie weren't exactly cozy with each other. Louis was being pretty naïve about the whole thing and didn't even know that Lizzie wanted to switch rooms.

That night, Louis had invited Lizzie on an evening in town with dinner and sight-seeing. Lizzie didn't really want to do this because she didn't really like talking to Louis anymore, but she reluctantly agreed, figuring this would possibly open up some discussion about rooms.

First, Louis took Lizzie into Little Italy where they ate a restaurant.

"Happy early birthday," he said.

Lizzie smiled, "Thanks."

"Nineteen may not seem like a special number, but it should be a great year for you."

"I hope so," Lizzie said, but she wasn't really paying attention to him. He noticed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lizzie sighed, "Nothing."

Louis laughed lightly and cocked an eyebrow, "Um, studies show that people are always thinking about something."

Lizzie sighed again, only this time louder, "I guess I can't contradict scientific studies now, can I?"

"Of course you can't," he said, "Now, will you please tell me what is on your mind? You look distraught."

Lizzie rolled her eyes mentally. She really didn't want to talk to this guy, "Well, I guess I am thinking about my friends."

"Like Miranda?" he asked, and Lizzie noticed that he didn't mention Gordo.

"No, mainly Gordo," she said, sick of getting around the truth, "I haven't talked to him in two weeks and I should really call him. I guess he is pretty upset, and he has every right to be upset. I guess I just expected him to call me first like he usually does."

This time it was Louis's turn to sigh, "This wouldn't be the same Gordo that lives in New York is it?"

"That is the only Gordo I know."

Lizzie looked over at Louis, who looked like he was debating about something, "Lizzie, I have a confession."

Lizzie's eyes widened, "What?"

"Well, I should have told you this a lot sooner, but that Gordo person did call."

"WHAT?" Lizzie said, angrily.

"He called the next morning and I picked up. He wanted you to call him back as soon as possible."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

"I don't know how to say this, but I didn't tell you because I think he likes you."

"SO?? What's wrong with liking me? We are friends, you know."

"I know. But, I think he is in love with you. I guess I was jealous."

"There is nothing to be jealous about!" Lizzie said, and she got up and stormed out of the restaurant.

Louis followed behind and called, "Lizzie! Wait!"

"I can't believe you never told me. Now Gordo thinks I am mad at him or something."

"Lizzie, will you listen to me already?"

Lizzie stopped, because the last thing she wanted was to cause a scene.

"Lizzie," he said, as he faced toward her and put his arms on her shoulders, "watching you with Gordo hurt me. In fact, watching you with any guy hurts me. Knowing you have a best friend who is a guy hurts me. Mostly everyday I spend with you hurts me because I- and I know this might sound crazy, but sometimes I think you might feel the same way, but I have feelings for you that are deeper than friendship. Lizzie, I don't want to scare you or loose your wonderful friendship, but I think I am in love with you."

Lizzie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She was in shock and she didn't know what to say. She didn't like this guy anymore, and yet here he was pouring his heart out to her in front of the whole city.

Louis then cupped her face and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was so strong for Lizzie that she couldn't force herself away from him. After finally pulling away from him she pulled away, more speechless than ever.

Lizzie's whole world fell silent as, in the corner of her eyes, she felt a pair of eyes looking at her. She looked over, thinking that those eyes were the last pair of eyes that she wanted on her.

But there he was, standing there in the cold all alone in a heavy jacket, looking at her. He didn't have an expression on his face, but Lizzie could see that he was hurt. "Gordo," she whispered, releasing herself from Louis entirely, "Gordo?" she said louder, enough for him to hear.

Gordo turned away and started walking off.

"Gordo! Wait!" Lizzie said, walking off, leaving Louis out there, confused, "Gordo, I want to talk to you!"

"Sorry I interrupted," he said, still walking off.

"Stop Gordo! I want to talk to you about something!"

"There is always the phone, you know. Or did you forget my number?" he asked, angrily.

"Gordo! You are being unfair. Do you think I wanted you to see that? Because I didn't."

"Oh, and I suppose I am supposed to forgive you now because I saw you kiss that arrogant dick?"

"Why does this make you so upset? It's not like I was breaking any rules or something!" Lizzie said, in tears at this point.

Gordo walked away faster and Lizzie gave up following him and went home.