Hellooooo!!! I'm so sorry I haven't updated for so long, I've been so busy with school work, homework, coursework, revision, love life the lot!!! Life can never be simple!!! So here we are, the next chapter of my personal favourite at the moment, I will try and update the others later on, but I like how this ones going! Plus I can actually write fairly long chapters for it, which is very unusual for me!!!

Usual disclaimer, I only own the storyline blah blah blah!!

Keep r&ring! Becky

Lizzie avoided my gaze for the rest of the journey, she didn't speak, she barely moved. I really thought that she would never talk to me again. I parked the car outside the hospital and Lizzie jumped out and slowly glided on ahead. My heart panged for her, but she was too angry to feel it. I walked behind her until she got to the automatic doors where she stopped dead in her tracks. She shivered violently and her head rolled forwards on her chest. I ran up to her and placed an arm gently on her shoulder. She didn't push it away; instead she grabbed my hand tight, lifted her face up and walked into the foyer.

"How may I help?" asked a sympathetic nurse behind the reception desk.

"We're here to see our friends." Lizzie spoke up.

"Can you give me any other information?" she questioned with a smile.

"Yes. Their names are Miranda Sanchez and Gordo… David Gordon. They were involved in a car crash." Lizzie paused, letting it soak in. The nurse looked as if she were about to refuse their entry, but her frown softened and she led them up to Gordo and Miranda's ward.

"I can't do it," Lizzie whispered as the nurse wondered off down the corridor. "I can't go in; I don't want to see them, who knows what state they might be in?"

"Lizzie you'll regret it if you don't go." I told her, "Come on, I'm here for you."

"Thanks squirt!" she ruffled my hair like she used to, this was the only way she could express emotions to me other than being annoyed or angry with me. I smiled and rolled my eyes and we pushed open the door into the ward.

Gordo's parents had forked out the money to get them a private room, so inside were only two beds each with their own drawers, bedside table and television. Miranda stirred as they walked in but Gordo still lay unconscious in the bed next to her. Trying to keep Lizzie's attention away from him I took her over Miranda, who I'm sure would have leapt out of the bed to hug her if she didn't have leg tied up in plaster! Even with cuts and bruises all over her face, I still couldn't help think how beautiful she looked. Lizzie noticed me staring and gave me a hard nudge in the ribs. I hit her back as if I had been doing nothing and smiled at Miranda.

"Now kids, no arguing." She giggled, her voice was obviously not damaged and she was surprisingly active and awake. She went on to gossip with Lizzie about the cute doctor who had been looking after her, who she claimed looked just like 'George Clooney'! After a while I started to get bored, so I gave a small cough, just to let them to know I was still there! "Oh my gosh, Matt I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. I've been so up in the air! How are you?" She leaned forwards and gave me a light hug; my knee gave a nervous twitch. "What was that?" Miranda frowned.

"Oh just my knee, I had a…. um football injury, it does that sometimes" I lied.

"But you don't play football" Miranda pointed out. I panicked, my brain froze and I struggled for a comeback,

"Not anymore I don't!" I smiled nervously and Miranda seemed to accept my excuse. "Anyway how have you been doing? It must be horrible locked up in here!" I quickly moved the subject on.

"Nah it's okay, the TV has good channels, plus Dr. George Clooney comes in to keep me company now and again as Snore Gordon over there," she pointed to Gordo's bed, "isn't particularly entertaining!" I laughed and Lizzie shot me a nasty look.

"Um Randa, do you mind if I just go and see Gordo?" Lizzie asked. She nodded and Lizzie walked to the other side of the ward, pulled open Gordo's curtain and shut it behind her.

So there it was, my perfect opportunity, I could tell Miranda how I felt. It was just me and her, me and Miranda. Why didn't I go for it? A glint of light out of the corner of my eye stopped me. I followed the glow to Miranda's finger. Her wedding finger, on which sat a large diamond ring. My mouth dropped open and Miranda noticed my gaze.

"I know isn't it beautiful! Gordo gave it to me!" She beamed with delight. Every part of my body felt as if someone had pressed a stop button, I couldn't move, it took me a while to start breathing again.

"Why is it on your wedding finger? You're like 18, that's a bit young!" I could feel my temper bubbling to the surface.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Miranda spat back, she never could let a comment go, she had to answer back. "Plus it doesn't mean we're going to get married 'right away' it just means that we're like, you know, bound to each other, we won't have anyone else."

"Still, no one gets engaged at eighteen!" I growled.

"Well you know me, I like to be different." Miranda said sternly, both of our voices were starting to rise.

"There's a difference between being different and being stupid!" I shouted.

"Hey I love Gordo and he loves me, he proposed and I said yes, I don't see anything stupid in that!"

By now I was on my feet yelling at her, my anger was boiling over and I could tell I was going to let something slip, but I was so caught up in the moment I didn't have chance to stop myself.

"Yeah well I love you but you don't see me proposing!"