To my readers and reviewers – Thanks for the reviews and reading this. If anyone as any questions about this or any other story I've done, just ask. My answer may not make sense but I'll give you one, lol.

checksumoners – About the yearbook and Rome kisses, Lizzie and Gordo have already dated and broken up. This story is set towards the end of the trio's junior year. The thinking in my head is that they broke up late sophomore year, which gives another reason why Gordo would turn more to Miranda when his Grandmother died over the summer. By the beginning of this story, Lizzie and Gordo are back to being best friends and have put their relationship behind them. I will touch on the fact that they did go out a few times in the upcoming chapters.

I3itterSweet – The last chapter was to set up this chapter. I also wanted to do something form Gordo's perspective and it gave me an excuse to throw in Larry and Ethan.

A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 7 – Nurse Miranda

Gordo walked down the street with his head down and wiping away some of the dried blood off his face. "I go to the park to get my mind off Miranda and I end up getting my head handed to me."

The pain was still there but it was lessening and his lip had stopped bleeding. He was pretty sure the bruise under his eye was starting to show though.

As he was walking, he heard her call his name. "Gordo."

Lifting his head up, he found himself in front of the Sanchez's. Looking over at the driveway, he saw a concerned looking Miranda walking towards him.

"Hey Miranda. What's up?" he said nonchalantly, trying to hide his injuries.

Miranda had already seen them. "What happened?" she asked studying his face.

Gordo laughed softly, "I was playing basketball."

"And what did you do, try and catch the ball with your face?" Miranda snapped at him.

"Miranda I'm fine."

"No you're not." Miranda grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. "Come on, let's clean you up." Miranda ordered.

Gordo reluctantly let her drag him inside the house.

Miranda pulled him into the bathroom. "Sit." Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him down and sat him on the edge of the bathtub.

Reaching into the linen closet, she pulled out a washcloth and wet it in the sink.

"Miranda…I can…wash…my own…face," he stammered as Miranda passed the washcloth over his face.

It was weird. Part of him was annoyed that Miranda had dragged him inside in the first place and then was treating him like a baby. But another side of him loved the attention she was giving him.

Finishing, Miranda stepped back and Gordo wiped his hand across his damp face. "Thanks."

"Sure." As Gordo was wiping his face, his shirt shifted and Miranda saw blood on Gordo's chest. "You've got blood on your chest." Without really thinking, she grabbed his shirt and started to pull it off. After a few minutes of wrestling with Gordo to get his shirt off, Gordo reluctantly let her take it off him.

For a few moments they just stood there, both slightly blushing, and both feeling like the temperature in the room jumped a hundred degrees.

Pushing it aside, Miranda touched his chest with the washcloth. She almost jumped out of her skin and let out a soft whimper as Gordo took in a sharp intake of breath.

"It…Its cold," Gordo lied. Miranda just nodded and continued cleaning off his chest.

Something drew Gordo's eyes to her's. Miranda could feel his stare and was doing her best not to meet his gaze, even though it felt like a magnet.

After what felt like an eternity, Miranda finished and stepped back. Tossing the washcloth on the edge of the tub, she used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "Is it hot in here?" she asked softly.

"Ye…Yea," Gordo answered.

Miranda felt like she was going to pass out. Quickly walking out of the bathroom, she started taking deep breaths.

Gordo closed his eyes and pulled his shirt back on. Standing up, he tried hard to ignore his body's protest to take Miranda on the bathroom floor.

Following her out into the hall, they stood in an uneasy silence and both tried their best not to look at each other.

"Thanks Rand."

"Don't mention it."

They both turned to walk away, Gordo heading towards the door and Miranda towards the kitchen. Unfortunately they ended up facing each other, their eyes locking.

Both felt a shiver run down their spines. They both seemed to go on autopilot and took a step towards each other, closing the already small gap. As they both started to slowly lean in, they were interrupted.

"Miranda!" Gabby yelled as she ran down the stairs.

Miranda and Gordo literally jumped away from each other. Gabby came sprinting in between them and into the living room. "Mommy wants you!" she yelled in passing. Gabby jumped on the couch and turned on the TV so she could watch cartoons.

"I…I gotta go see what my mom wants," Miranda said not being able to tear her eyes away from his.

"Yea."

Neither moved for a few minutes.

Without giving it a second thought, Gordo leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks," he whispered to her and then quickly walked around her and out the door.

Miranda stood there for a few minutes, a little stunned. Recovering, she touched her cheek and a small smile appeared on her face.

"Miranda?" Mrs. Sanchez called from upstairs, snapping Miranda out of her daze.

Shaking her head, she slowly walked towards the stairs. "Coming."