AN: This is my Lizzie fic. please read and respond. For some reason, ff.net won't accept my italics, so I had to write "(flashback)" and "(end flashback)" sorry bout that. Sorry this chapters so short, I just needed to set everything up. The next one should be much longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Nope, they definately aren't mine. And if they were, they'd be working on a spinoff staring Gordo.

Lizzie stared at her best friend, who was obliviously eating his curly fries, wondering why he still talked to her. She had asked him so many times, and he always said the same thing. "Best friends forever." But he'd been so much than that for years. He just didn't know it, at least not anymore.

Lizzie and Gordo had dated for a few months when they were both sophomores, but Lizzie had freaked when she realized how close they were getting; how much she loved him.

(flashback)

"Gordo, we need to talk."

"Yes, sweetie?" Gordo was smiling, that sweet perfect smile that always made her feel like everything was perfect. But nothing was, and nothing would be after this conversation.

"No pet names, Gordo," she said, shaking her head, "Not now. I don't think I can handle it."Gordo lost his smile.

"What's the matter Lizzie?" His voice was serious. It didn't have the laughing inflection that she was used to hearing.

"I think we should break up, Gordo. We're getting too serious. And I know your parents want you to be in a relationship with someone who shares your faith. And I just can't be the one to ruin your future. We just can't do this anymore." She used religion as an excuse. She'd say anything to keep her from admitting her real reason; anything to keep from admitting her love, and her fear.

(end flashback)

"Lizzie? You there?" Gordo asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

"Sorry, Gordo. Just thinking."

"Miranda again?" Gordo still tried to stand up for her. He still worried about her. She didn't know what she did to deserve this.

"No, I think I've gotten used to her moving to Mexico."

"Are you ok, Lizzie?"

"I'll be fine." The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Gordo had advanced calculus, and Lizzie had a study hall, so she stayed at the picnic table they were sitting at, while he walked away.

"Who am I kidding, I'll never be ok. I love him."