Disclaimer – Disney owns Lizzie McGuire. Edmond Rostand wrote Cyrano de Bergerac the play, I have no idea who owns the rights to it now. Everything else is mine.

A/N – "Thoughts" , Miranda and Gordo are seniors in High School.

Chapter 1 - Cyrano

Gordo made his way through the crowded hallways, heading towards his locker. It was Friday and the end of a long day and week; he was looking forward to getting out for the weekend and just relaxing.

As he neared his locker, he found Ethan leaning against a nearby locker and an agitated Larry pacing back and forth.

Sidestepping Larry, Gordo glanced at Ethan. "What's with Larry?" he asked while spinning in the combination.

Ethan just shrugged, "He's been jumpy since lunch."

As he opened his locker and started exchanging books, Gordo heard Larry come to a stop behind him and clear his throat. "Gordo?" he asked, the nervousness evident in his voice.

Glancing over his shoulder, "Yea?"

"I need a favor," Larry asked as he wiped his hands on his pant legs.

Shutting his locker, "Ok." He turned around and leaned back against it, "What's up?"

Larry paused for a few moments, "Its Miranda," he finally said.

Ethan snickered and Gordo rolled his eyes. Larry has had a crush on the fiery Latina since Junior High, and he had created plan after plan to try and get her to fall for him. Unfortunately, none of them worked. It wasn't the Miranda didn't like him all together but rather saw him as just a friend.

Gordo rubbed his chin, trying to keep the smirk off his face. "So what's it going to be this time? Dozen roses in her locker? Midnight serenade?" he joked.

"You know the book Cyrano de Bergerac?" Larry asked him.

"Yea. I just finished reading it for english." Gordo suddenly started feeling uneasy about where this was going. "Why?"

"I need someone on the inside. Someone who knows what she wants, what she likes, what she's looking for in a boyfriend," Larry explained.

"I know that I'm going to regret this, but what's the favor?" Gordo asked slowly.

"I need you to be my Cyrano," Larry stated. Gordo closed his eyes, let out a groan, and started shaking his head. "No, listen. Instead of you feeding me lines to tell her, you would write some anonymous letters to her. Then after a few letters, I reveal to her that I'm her secret admirer."

"You've got to be kidding me," Gordo muttered under his breath.

"Please Gordo. Think about it. I wouldn't put you in such a position if I wasn't desperate. I've tried everything else," Larry pleaded with him.

Gordo rolled his eyes and started to walk away. Larry watched him, "Gordo?"

"I'll think about it," Gordo called over his shoulder.

Saturday afternoon, Gordo was sitting in the Digital Bean, nursing a strawberry smoothie. He was still trying to decide if he should help Larry out or not.

Miranda walked in and after scanning the room, she spotted Gordo sitting alone at a table. Making her way through the crowd, she could tell by the look on his face that he was oblivious to the world and in deep thought.

Grinning as she reached the table, she grabbed his drink from his hand and took a sip.

Noticing the drink was no longer in his hand, Gordo's head snapped up and he blinked a few times.

"What the…Hey. Get your own smoothie," he snapped at her with a grin as he grabbed the glass back.

Laughing a little, Miranda pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. "What were you thinking so hard about?"

"Uhh…Nothing really. Just going over some stuff in my head," he answered trying to cover up what he'd been doing." So what's up with you? Heard you had a hot date last night," Gordo said sarcastically.

"Ugh!" Miranda leaned back in the chair, "He was a typical jerk. Kept staring at my chest and all he wanted to do was make out during the movie."

Gordo snickered, which earned him a glare from Miranda. "Sorry but what do you expect? I mean the guys you go out with aren't exactly mental giants. I mean some of those winners make Ethan look like a Rhode scholar."

Miranda just rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that you have to look below the surface crap. Aren't you the one who had a crush on Kate? And don't you dare say it wasn't because of how she looked in a tight shirt and mini skirt," she said as she glared at him with a smug smile.

Gordo grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "I like to think I've grown since then. So what would your ideal guy be?"

As Miranda described him, Gordo ignored the physical details that she started off with. When she started talking about the deeper stuff, was when he started to pay attention.

Sunday night, Gordo had made up his mind to accept Larry's favor. He knew he was taking a big risk; if Miranda found out what he was doing, she would take his head off.

As he sat at his desk, he was staring at a blank computer screen. He couldn't figure out what to write. Gordo was having a hard time picturing his best friend romantically.

"Its got to be something simple but romantic and not too mushy," he thought to himself as he pushed his chair back.

Pacing his room, he tried to come up with the right words. "I mean, I've never thought about Miranda romantically," he thought as he ran a hand through his hair.

He grinned as memories of a few dreams flooded into his mind. "Ok. I've never, seriously thought of Miranda romantically."

Sitting back down on the chair, he wheeled it back to the desk. "I gotta pretend that I'm actually interested in her. I have to take this serious. If I really wanted Miranda to fall for me, what would I write?"