A/N: See? I told you I'd update soon! I updated the next day!!! This is the longest chapter so far, so I hope you're all happy! Anyway, without further ado, Chapter 4! YAY!!!!!!

Chapter 4: Movie and Homework

After picking up Miranda and Lizzie, Gordo drove up to the movie studios. They walked in together and talked.

"Dang! This place is huge!" Miranda pointed out.

"I know!" Lizzie replied. "I saw it yesterday; my agent showed me where I'm supposed to go today. It's enormous! What do you think of it, Gordo?" "

"I think it would be great to work here! You are so lucky, sweetheart!" Gordo answered.

"Thanks!" she smiled. "Wait... are you jealous?"

"..........maybe a little............"

Lizzie and Miranda giggled.

"So," Miranda said, "what are your lines?"

"I'm not sure; I had to leave for an appointment before I could find out. All I know is that it isn't a very big part."

They soon reached studio 10. Lizzie's agent, Kenny, was waiting for them and greeted them. He showed them around and introduced them to some of the other actors. They passed the actor that Lizzie would be interacting with. He was at the refreshments table, eating all of the chocolate doughnuts.

"Here..." said Kenny as he gave Lizzie her copy of the script. He pointed to some highlighted words on a page. "These are your lines."

Lizzie read over them.

"OH MY GOD! Kenny, my lines are 'Would you like fries with that'!? I say that, like, every friggin day at my other job! I'm totally sick of it! Oi!"

"Well, at least it will sound natural." Gordo teased.

"Alright, people," the director announced when everyone was in costume and ready, "let's see if we can't get this small scene done the first take. QUIET ON THE SET! THIS IS A TAKE! Roll camera... and action!"

The scene began. Several people were eating in a fast-food restaurant. A teenage boy (the one who was at the refreshments table earlier) walked up to the counter where Lizzie was opposite him.

"Hi. I'd l-like a ch-cheese sandwich and a m-m-medium d-drink, please."

Lizzie's agent whispered to the co-director, who was off in Hollywood at the moment, via his cell phone:

"The kid's stuttering. Why is he stuttering? That's not in the script!"

"Maybe he's nervous?"

"Alright," Lizzie said, "Would you like fries w—Oh my god! Are you okay!?"

The boy began breaking out and swelling up. He was sent to the first aid center where it was discovered that he was allergic to chocolate.

"THIS IS JUST GREAT!!!" The director yelled, sarcastically. "The kid's too sick to do the part now! We'll have to find someone else! ...You!" He pointed at Miranda. "Would you do the part?"

"No thank you." She said. "Being in a movie would be nice, but I'll be happy enough when I'm popular at school."

"Hey," Lizzie said, making herself part of the conversation, "let Gordo do it."

"WHAT?!" Gordo asked, surprised.

"You said you were jealous of what I was doing."

"Okay!" The director said before Gordo could say something. "Someone get this kid into the right clothes and get him a script!" He turned to Lizzie. "He better be good."

"He will be."

"...and ACTION!"

Several people were eating in a fast-food restaurant. Gordo walked up to the counter where Lizzie was opposite him.

"Hi. I'd like a cheese sandwich and a medium drink, please."

"Alright," Lizzie said, "Would you like fries with that?"

"No thank you."

"Here you go." she handed him a tray with prop food on it. "That will be $4.23."

Gordo gave her prop money, took the tray, and walked away.

"...and CUT!" yelled the director. "That was BEAUTIFUL!"

"Hey Gordo," Miranda said to him later, "You were pretty good."

"It was just a small part."

"Yeah, but she's right." Lizzie told him. "Even for a part that small you were awesome."

"Thanks. You were good too." He said. She took his hand in hers and kissed him. A few moments later, Miranda said, "Yoo-hoo! Hello! I'm here too! You keep forgetting me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lizzie said. "Would you like to join us?"

They all cracked up and fell on the floor with their hands on their sides, laughing.

"Excuse me," Kenny said to them when they got up, "would you guys like a ride home?"

"Actually," Gordo said, "Lizzie and I have somewhere to go and I've got my own car."

"Alright."

"Well, hey!" Miranda said suddenly. "If the rides in a limo, I'm there!" Kenny nodded.

"See you two later!" she said. "I've got date with three fabulous guys and their names are satellite TV, leather seat, and sun roof!"

It was about 8:05 PM when Gordo and Lizzie reached Lizzie's house. They went up to her bedroom. Lizzie dug in her backpack and found the homework that she needed help with. She sat with her legs crossed on her bed and put her homework out in front of her. Gordo sat next to her and looked at the homework.

"Oh, I see. This is one of those things where the answers to the problems give you coordinates on a sheet of graph paper and then you connect the dots and it makes a picture."

"Okay, I read the directions, and I couldn't even figure that out! I feel so stupid!"

"Liz, you are not stupid. That's a horrible thing to say about yourself. And besides, it's a lie; you're very smart. Even I misinterpret homework directions sometimes. Just because something is confusing to you doesn't mean you're stupid."

"...Oh Gordo." She gave him a short but sincere kiss on the lips. "Thank you. But I was really just joking."

Gordo smiled. "Still, it's true. ........So, getting back to your homework, what do you need help with?"

Lizzie's homework took about 45 minutes. Lizzie talked to Gordo as she connected the dots on the graph paper at the end.

"Gordo, I really want to thank you."

"For what? Helping you with your homework?"

"Well, that too. It is really nice how you always help me. But mostly I want to thank you for being okay with all of this. I mean my career is getting in the way of our relationship. Every time we plan a date, it has to be postponed or cancelled because of my job. And even though our plans don't always work out, you continue to support me. You don't complain or protest. You always just understand and cheer me on from off set or backstage or whatever. It makes me feel really nice inside and feel really loved when you don't mind. ...But then again, I feel really bad inside knowing that you're making all of the sacrifices in this relationship. That you're having to live with what I'm doing and not have any say in it. I know you don't want me to give up my career. And I also know that we both don't want to give up being a couple. If we have to keep on going like this, I hope that the only time we see each other isn't during 10 minute breaks at work or times when I need homework help. I just really wish that there were a way that we could make this whole career barrier gone and be together somehow. Anyway, that's what I really wanted to thank you for. And I apologize."

Gordo stared at her. He was not expecting that speech at all. What she had said had an indescribable poignant and romantic effect on him. He couldn't think of anything that would be completely appropriate to say in reply. There wasn't a single word he knew that would be good enough to say to her then. Ultimately, he went with:

"Uh... You're welcome. ...I don't really know what else to say..."

"That's okay; I really just needed to say that to you and to know that you knew I felt that way."

"I already knew you felt that way. And even though it's a little difficult for me to live this way, I don't really mind much. Sometimes it gets on my nerves, but it's really not that bad. As long as it makes you happy, I'm happy and I can live with it."

"Gordo... You are a wonderful person." Just then, Lizzie finished connecting the dots. The picture they formed was a heart.

Lizzie and Gordo stared at the heart and then stared at each other. They both gave a small smile and then leaned in to one another. Gordo traced Lizzie's jaw line with his fingers as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He cupped her jaw with both hands and brought her into a kiss. They softly fell over on her bed as they continued their kiss. Gordo's hands went slowly from her jaw to her neck to her shoulders to her arms and then back again, over and over. Lizzie pulled him a little closer as she put one hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder blade.

After about 6 or 7 minutes of osculating, they stopped to take a breath.

"...Wow..." Gordo breathed. "I should really help you with your homework more often!"

Lizzie giggled. "Gordo, you can always make me laugh..."

They were about to go in for another kiss when Lizzie's cell phone went off.

"You should probably get that, Liz."

"Alright." She reached for her cell phone. "I'll answer it and then –"

"Uh, no. You know what? I should probably get home anyway; it's late. I'm glad I could help you." He got up to leave and kissed her cheek. "See you tomorrow... hopefully." He left her room.

"Gordo... I am sorry." She shouted to him.

"It's okay... really. Just answer your phone. ...Goodnight."

Lizzie answered her phone.

"Kenny, this better be good; because of you, my boyfriend had to leave. I'm not very happy right now because a normal date for me and Gordo involves math or history! ...What? Dude, you've got the wrong number!" (click)

Was that romantic enough for ya? Was that long enough for ya? Well, don't get used to it; next chapter is super short (but super important!).