A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 6 – Hangover

Lizzie groaned as her body started to wake up. Her stomach was in knots and her head was pounding. Lizzie slowly sat up and rubbed her head, "I'm never drinking again."

"How do you feel?" she heard Miranda ask her. She flinched, the words seeming to echo loudly in her already pounding head.

"Horrible," she whispered in response.

"Here," Lizzie felt Miranda put an aspirin in one hand and a cup of something in the other. Quickly putting the pill in her mouth, she took a sip of whatever was in the cup. "Black coffee." Her mouth scrunched up as she swallowed. "Bitter."

"Yea. But it'll help the headache," Miranda told her. Miranda was sitting next to her on the bed, facing her. She watched as Lizzie finished off the coffee. "How much do you remember?"

"The first couple of drinks, everything else is kinda blurry," she answered. Slowly opening her eyes, she winced as the sunlight hit her eyes. "Damn hangover." Lizzie blinked a few times, trying to get used to the brightness.

Lizzie looked at the far wall, trying to remember more. "I remember dancing, then someone grabbing me, falling, and then landing in, oh god!" Lizzie buried her face in her hands, completely embarrassed.

Miranda tried her best not to laugh. "Come on Liz. Its not that bad."

"Not that bad!" Lizzie shouted, immediately wishing she didn't as her head started throbbing again. Taking a shaky breath, she continued in a lower voice, "Not that bad. I made a complete idiot out of myself. Gordo prolly thinks I'm a complete loser now."

Miranda snickered and was about to say something but was interrupted.

"If you're gonna talk about me like I wasn't here, could you at least do it a bit quieter. I'm trying to sleep here."

A look of sheer panic crossed Lizzie's face and Miranda was losing it, it was getting harder not to laugh. Lizzie slowly looked over at the other side of the bed. She saw Gordo laying on his side, facing away from them, and an arm bent underneath his head.

"I'll let you two talk," Miranda said with a wicked smile as she stood up. Walking to the door, she paused after she opened it, "I'll come back in a little while to see if you two have killed each other yet." With that she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Gordo sat up and moved up on the bed, so his back was resting against the backboard. "You feeling better?"

Lizzie just shrugged, looking at the empty cup she held in her hands.

"Liz?" Gordo asked a little concerned.

She tried desperately to think of the perfect thing to say but her headache made it almost impossible to focus. Lizzie took a deep breath, turned so her legs were dangling over the bed and put the empty cup on the nightstand. She then finally said the only thing she could think of. "I'm sorry for ticking you off."

Gordo groaned and closed his eyes. If he didn't already feel bad about it, now he felt worse. "Look Liz. I'm sorry I blew up at you. I was just frustrated."

Lizzie turned again, so she was now sitting Indian style and facing him. "No. I deserved it. I am a lousy friend." Tears started forming in her eyes.

Gordo let out a defeated sigh. Gently reaching out, he cupped her cheek and with his thumb, brushed away some of the tears. "You're hardly a lousy friend. I was just frustrated yesterday and you pushed all the right buttons."

Lizzie closed her eyes and nuzzled his palm. "Gordo." she said softly but before she could finish, another wave of pain hit her. "Can we talk about this later?" she said while wincing.

"Sure," Gordo said as he pulled his hand back. "I should be getting back to my room anyway." He paused for a moment and watched Lizzie lay down next to him, with her back to him.

Gordo watched her try and fall asleep. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

As he was about to get up, Lizzie rolled over and snuggled into his side. Letting out a content sigh, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and pressed her face against his chest.

At first Gordo was a little uneasy, unsure if he should stay or not. "After all the pain I put her through yesterday, she deserves some comfort." He wrapped one arm around her and the other arm he placed over hers. "Sleep tight Lizzie."

While this was all going on inside the room, Miranda had made her way outside and was walking towards a nearby bakery for breakfast.

As she was walking, she heard someone behind her call her name.

"Miranda! Wait up!"

Turning around, she watched Larry jog up to her. As Larry slowed down and caught up to her, he smiled at her.

Miranda felt a shiver run down her spine. "What the hell was that?" She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Hey Larry. Umm, I wanted to thank you for last night."

Larry looked at her a bit confused for a moment, "All I did was find a bottle of aspirin."

"Yea, well, you helped more than you know."

Larry was grinning, it wasn't everyday a beautiful girl stroked his ego. He just shrugged, "You're welcome. Where are you going?"

"The bakery," she answered pointing over her shoulder. "Breakfast."

"Care for some company?"

Miranda shrugged and grinned back. "Sure."

Sitting at a small table in the bakery, Miranda broke a piece off of her muffin. While chewing, she watched Larry, who was sitting across from her, as he looked out the window. "Larry's not that bad of a guy. I was so angry at David for treating Liz like crap but I do the same thing to Larry. For some unknown reason, he really likes me but I won't give him the time of day."

After finishing breakfast, Miranda stood up and grabbed Larry's hand. Larry looked up at her surprised. "Wanna go ice skating?"

Larry was a little dumbstruck, surprised a bit by her behavior. "Su.. Sure." When Miranda smiled at him, his head started spinning. "If I'm dreaming, I don't wanna wake up."