Readers/Reviewers – I appreciate the reviews I've been getting, thanks. Also, the tormented soul warning is in effect, lol. Fluff ahead.

A/N – "Thoughts" , Miranda and Gordo are now seniors in college

Chapter 6 - Roxanne Makes Her Move

Lizzie lounged on her bed writing in a notebook when she heard her dorm room door open. The trio was in there senior year at UCLA; while Miranda and Lizzie shared a dorm room, Gordo had a small apartment off campus.

Looking over the edge of the notebook, she watched Miranda walk in. She grinned at her best friend and roommate, "How was your date?"

Miranda glanced over at her with a scowl on her face and then walked over to her dresser. "Horrible." she said as she was taking off her jewelry. Grabbing her pajamas, she walked into their bathroom.

Lizzie moved to the foot of her bed and waited for Miranda. A few minutes later, Miranda came walking out, "I swear I must be a magnet for drunken frat boys."

Lizzie snickered as she watched Miranda brush out her hair. "Can I borrow your de Bergerac book?"

"Why?" Miranda asked as she looked at Lizzie's reflection in a mirror over her dresser.

Lizzie snickered again. Ever since Gordo had given her the book, she had been very protective of it and used it to hold the notes that Gordo had written four years ago. Even though they weren't written under the best terms, she kept them. Miranda never really understood why she couldn't bring herself to throw the letters away. But once she got over the sting of the plan, she was glad she kept them.

"I need to write a paper on a piece of classic literature," Lizzie told her.

"Alright," Miranda said reluctantly. "Just be careful with it."

"Yes Mommy," Lizzie teased her.

"Liz," Miranda warned as she glared at her.

Lizzie laughed softly, "I know, I know," she said as got up and walked over to Miranda's desk.

"And be careful with the letters."

As Lizzie picked up the book, the letters stuck out like bookmarks. Trying not to laugh out loud, she carefully took the letters out of the book and put them in a drawer in the desk.

Walking back, she sat down on her bed and opened the book. When Lizzie gasped, Miranda spun around. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Lizzie said defensively. "Have you ever actually open this thing?"

"No. I know Gordo wrote an inscription in it but I promised him I wouldn't read it right way and I guess I just forgot about reading it," Miranda said as she sat on her own bed and faced Lizzie. "Why?"

"I think you should read it," Lizzie said with a smile as she handed her the book.

Miranda rolled her eyes and took the book. Opening the book, she started to read the inscription aloud.

"Miranda,

After what I've done, you deserve nothing but the truth. I never meant to hurt you; I care about you too much to do that. I agreed to write the letters for you because I thought it would give you someone who would treat you right. As I was writing the letters something went wrong, I had trouble writing them. At first I thought it was just seeing you romantically, I've always seen you like a sister. Then I thought it was cause I was deceiving you. But then I realized what was happening and it scared me. These letters unlocked something in me, feelings for you that I didn't even know I had. That's why I want, and need, to tell you the truth. Everything I wrote in those letters was the truth. That's the way I really see you, I just never realized it. The reason why I wanted you to wait to read this is because I was scared how you would react. Writing those letters made me face something and I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell you to your face but like I said you deserve the truth. I love you.

David."

"Wow," was all Lizzie could say. She watched in amusement as Miranda's mouth just hung open as she reread it over and over. "Miranda?"

Miranda's head snapped up and she snapped out of her daze. "Uh?"

"You ok?"

"I don't know," Miranda answered. At the moment, she couldn't really process anything. After reading the inscription, her mind and heart decided to declare war on each other.

Later that night, Miranda was lying in her bed, staring into the darkness. Slowly a smile tugged at her lips as she came to a conclusion about her and Gordo, and started developing a plan.

The next morning, Miranda shook a sleeping Lizzie awake.

Lizzie groaned and rolled over to face her. "What?" she mumbled keeping her eyes tightly shut, a little annoyed she was waking her up.

"Do you have a problem with me dating Gordo?" Miranda asked her straight out.

Lizzie's eyes snapped open and she sat up, "What?"

"Do you,"

"I know what you said. You want to date Gordo?" Miranda nodded. "I say go ahead. Me and Gordo had our chance," Lizzie told her with a grin.

"Thank you," Miranda said hugging her tightly. "I need a favor."

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Lizzie sat up. "What?"

At the same time, Miranda had reached back to her bed and grabbed something. "Can you deliver this to Gordo?" she asked handing her a book.

Lizzie arched an eyebrow at her, "You're gonna give him a copy of Cyrano?"

"Yea. Can you give it to him?"

"Sure. I can go over to his apartment after my noon class," Lizzie answered. "I take it you have some kind of plan."

"Of course," she told Lizzie as she grabbed a soft suitcase and started stuffing some clothes into it. "After my morning class, I'm gonna head home for the weekend."

Lizzie nodded, stood up and walked over to her. She had an idea of what Miranda was going to do. "Good luck," she said as she hugged Miranda before going to the bathroom to shower.

Miranda finished packing and grabbing the suitcase and her book bag, she headed towards the door. Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath, "I hope this works."

That afternoon, Gordo had just gotten back to his apartment from his internship at a movie studio. He had planned to drop off his gear and then head out to lunch. As he showered and finished changing his clothes, there was a knock on his door.

Opening it, he smiled at Lizzie. "Hey Liz," he said stepping away from the doorway. "I was just about to get lunch, you eat yet?" Gordo asked as he grabbed his sneakers and put them on.

Lizzie stood in the doorway and watched him with a smile. "Sorry Gordo, but you're not gonna have time."

"Uh?" Gordo said to her.

Lizzie handed him the book, "You better not screw this up," she told him with a grin. She then left, closing the door behind her.

"What the hell was that?" Gordo mumbled to himself as he shook his head and looked down at the book. "Cyrano de Bergerac?"

He then opened it and a small smile spread on his lips. "My Cyrano. Your words have touched my heart. Find me Saturday at noon where we first met. I want to talk to you. Your Roxanne."

"She must've finally read it," he mused to himself. Quickly grabbing a duffel bag, he started to shove clothes in it. As he did, he was thinking of where he was supposed to meet her. "Where did we first meet?" He smiled to himself as he remembered how he met Miranda.

Walking out of the room and down the hall, the smile remained planted on his face. "I wonder what she's up to?"