A/N: All the other chapters were written and uploaded when I created the story, which is why this one took me longer to get posted. Hopefully the next chapters will be up quicker. Sorry for the shortness :/.


"Gordo? Hellooo?" Lizzie shook his shoulders gently as Gordo tried to decide exactly what to tell Lizzie. He could tell her the truth, and hope she remembered the passion and love she felt for Gordo. He highly doubted this would happen. He could fake blacking out, hope Lizzie bought it, and then hope when he "recovered" Lizzie wouldn't remember what she had asked him. Somehow though, Gordo doubted Lizzie would fall for that. That left him with the only other solution he could think of - tell Lizzie an edited version of what had happened. Leaving out a few small details. Like the insignificant fact that when he had kissed Lizzie, for the first time in his life he had felt completely happy. That he was in love with Lizzie, and the fact that she didn't remember the most incredible night of his life broke his heart. Tiny things like that.


"Well, last night... Hold on. What was the question?" He couldn't do this. Lizzie would notice Gordo stalling.


"I want to know what happened between us last night, Gordo."


"Oh, right. Last night. Well, I think you were at some party, and I was in my hotel room. That's basically all I can think of. Oh yeah, except for when Ethan-"


"Gordo, stop playing dumb. I want to know when we kissed; and I want to know why." There, she had said it. Lizzie couldn't see how Gordo could deny what had happened now.


"Well, we kissed last night, on a bench outside the hotel. You kissed me, actually. Because I rescued you from that creepy guy you were with. It was sort of a thank you kiss. I guess." Gordo hoped Lizzie wouldn't believe him. He hoped she would remember the incredible connection they had felt last night. Apparently, though, Lizzie hadn't felt the connection.


Meanwhile, Lizzie was pondering her own problems. Over the years, Lizzie felt she had gotten pretty skilled at reading Gordo's eyes. Just from glancing at them she could usually guess what he was feeling, what he was thinking. But today, they looked sort of upset and sad. Upset and sad about what? Leaving Rome? Somehow she felt it was more than that. She looked at his eyes again, only to see tears.


"Gordo, are you okay?" She asked, worried.


"Yeah." He said, hastily wiping away the tears.

"Are you sure? You seem really upset about something."


"Look, it's nothing." Gordo was amazed that Lizzie seemed oblivious to what was bothering him.


"I need to finish getting ready to go home, but Gordo, if you need to talk, PLEASE come over to my room." Lizzie was lying; she had finished packing this morning. She just couldn't stand seeing Gordo this upset and not being able to fix it, not even knowing what was wrong. Lizzie leaned over and gave Gordo a big hug before walking out the door.