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Chapter Six! Sorry for the wait, my life's been hectic. R&R! I'm working on the next as you read so it won't be such a long wait, I feel so bad for neglecting this story and you fabulous reviewers!

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Miranda stood and looked at her friend, looking for any little sign of the person Elizabeth used to be. She moved around the apartment slowly, noticing that Elizabeth's formerly confident attitude was now being replaced by a tiny nervous blonde who slowly nibbled on her nails.

Miranda laughed softy, as she looked around the apartment. "Elizabeth," she asked softy, "What's your favorite scene in Josie and the Pussycats?"

"The scene where Melody is in the shower with the fries singing if your happy and you know it. You know that…" Elizabeth looked confused at the Latino.

"What are your guilty pleasures when it comes to, movies, books, and CDs?" Miranda continued her calm cool and collected attitude, showing no emotions.

" 'Dude Where's My Car?', The Princess Diaries series and Britney Spears 'In The Zone'… you know that too." Elizabeth was getting more and more confused as Miranda continued her seemingly pointless questioning.

"Do you subscribe to any teen magazines?"

Elizabeth blushed but answered truthfully, "Yeah, Popstar, YM, Teen People, Elle Girl, Teen Vogue, Teen, Seventeen…" Elizabeth rattled off all her magazine subscriptions. Miranda laughed.

"Lizzie, really if you truly wanted me to believe you had changed you might have wanted to change the answers. I'm sure you still curl up on the couch with Oreo cookies and watch 'The O.C' on Wednesday nights, and go to the mall every Friday just to eat at the food court. I'm sure your toes are painted pink in Dec. even when your manicurist tells you its not the right season, you still want a beagle and you really want to be a mom, and even more then that, you still love Gordo."  Miranda interrupted Elizabeth's list.

The blonde was taken a back. Silently scolding herself, she should have been smarter than that. Why did she just let Miranda in like that? For two and a half long years she had been building this fake persona, and Miranda just tore it down in five short minutes. Finally after a few moments of silent self-deprecation a small voice in Elizabeth's head spoke up, "Because Lizzie you wanted to let her in that's all you've thought about for the past two years."

Tears started to fall on to the blonde's cheeks washing away the strong confident Elizabeth revealing the confused and lonely young woman behind the masquerade. Lizzie slowly walked over to Miranda who held her best friend close, letting her friend's supposedly waterproof mascara stain her shirt.

"Now," Miranda said pushing Lizzie of her shoulder, "About this apartment…"

"I'm moving." Lizzie said flatly. She looked around at painful memories, she looked at the futon couch in the living room, worn in and comfy from all those nights she was so angry with Mark she couldn't bare to lie next to him, where she cried the nights she and Mark slept together, begging the stars to forgive her for it, where she would sit and swear she could hear Gordo think miles a way, but then convince herself it was all in her head.

"Why? This apartment is AMAZING Lizzie.  Just needs some paint and a trip or two to IKEA…" Miranda watched her friend slowly walk through out the apartment, wondering why Lizzie was so intent on moving. Lizzie entered the main bedroom, she slowly began to remove the sheets and throwing them into the trash, she did the same with the pillows and blankets.

"Now if I could only get rid of this mattress…" Lizzie mumbled. Looking at the mattress in her head reliving the night she walked out of Miranda's wedding.

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The next chapter is being written!

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