I don't own any of the characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lizzie sighed deeply to herself; as she laid in bed thinking of her and Gordo's recent relationship. It's had been a little over a month since the fateful day in which they'd admitted their desires to the other, and they were still going strong. Almost every night; with exception to when Lizzie felt too feminine (*ahem*); Gordo would sneak over and stay with her until early dawn. Sometimes they'd hold each other close and talk; and other times, well, more physical activities occurred. Lizzie had been firm on the condition that Gordo had to wear a condom after the first night; which was alright, because neither of them were ready to become parents just yet.

She was brought back to reality by pebbles hitting against her window; the sound made her smiles because it signaled that he was finally here. Lizzie quickly got up and sneaked downstairs to let him in. Her smiles soon abandoned her however; when she noticed the serious glint in his eyes as they stood at the door.

"Gordo," she almost shook with concern, " what is it?"

"Nothing, er, well; can I just come in?"

" Of course, sorry." She stepped back so that he could enter; being incredibly quiet the whole time; they managed to sneak back into her room without anyone noticing.

Her nervousness grew as he sat on her bed; face heavy and eyes glued to the floor. It was like something were forbidding him to look at her; no matter how much she wished he would. "Lizzie," his voice finally sounded, barely auditable, " what's going to happen to us; I mean when school starts again?"

Her eyes widened and a sense of dread filled her. Was she merely a summer fling to him; this whole heavenly experience only a game? No, this was not HER Gordo speaking; he would never something such as these words that were floating from this imposters mouth. "What do you mean?" she managed to squeak out.

That's when it happened, his eyes locked upon hers again. There was something almost magical about those instances with them; their eyes would relieve everything the other hid. It was in that instant that Lizzie understood why he was asking such a thing; it had to do with Miranda. What were they going to tell her; if anything? Whatever the decision would change everything for the "Three Amigos", and they both knew it.

"So," Gordo's voice asked again, his eyes aching for her to always be near him, "what are we going to do about us?"