A/N: Hello people. This story is already pretty close to being finished. I think you will like this chapter. Please review if you like. "Some Kind of Wonderful" is a great movie, by the way, and I don't own it. Actually, I do own a copy of it, but that's all. Oh, and remember that Cathy is Gordo's now ex-girlfriend.

You, you were a friend.

You were a friend of mine I let you spend the night

You see, it was my fault. Of course it was mine.

I'm too hard at work. Have you ever heard of anything so absurd,

Ever in your life? I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Who am I to say this situation isn't great,

when it's my job to make the most of it

of course I didn't know that it would happen to me.

Not that easy.

Jason Mraz, "Absolutely Zero"

I dress in boxers and a tank top, ready for a relaxing movie night. "You ready?" I ask, putting the DVD of "Some Kind of Wonderful" in.

"Yeah, what are we watching?" He picks up the box and smiles. "Can't beat the 80's."

We both take a seat in the middle of the couch, the popcorn bowl between us. "So, what kinda girl was Cathy? Was she a tomboy, or was she like Amanda, all prissy?"

"She was just an ordinary girl. She wasn't prissy, but she also wasn't a tomboy. Just somewhere in-between."

"Like me?" I ask, without thinking.

He responds without aberration, "Yeah, like you."

Halfway through the movie, I move the empty popcorn bowl to the table and scoot closer toward Gordo.

"You okay?" He asks.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, snuggling into his chest as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Thanks for this."

He smiles down at me and kisses the top of my head. I continue to stare up at him, as if noticing his significance in my life for the first time.

He looks down at me again. "What? You sure you're okay?"

Then, as if I couldn't control my movements, I bring my hand up behind his head. His eyes meet mine, and I see the confusion in them. I force his lips to mine. Within seconds, he responds to my kiss. I run my hands to his shoulders, pushing him back onto the couch, me halfway on top of him. Several minutes later, he breaks our kiss. I force his lips back to mine and kiss him more passionately than before. With a hand on my waist and another under my neck, he flips me around so that I'm lying on the couch, all without breaking our kiss. His lips move to my neck as I play with the curls dangling around the back of his neck. His hands reach just under the hem of my top, stoking small circles on my stomach. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. I smile up at him, biting my lip in happiness. "I can't do this," he says, pushing himself off of me, jumping to a standing position.

I quickly sit up. "What? What's wrong?"

"Lizzie! You're on the rebound! I can't do this. It's taking advantage of you!"

"I started it!" I protest, standing up and walking toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck and look up at him, smiling big. This time, he kisses me as his arms snake around me. I can feel our heartbeats quicken together. I reach my hand down to undo his belt. I break the kiss to look down at what I was doing. After all, I didn't have any experience in this area.

Gordo takes my arms and moves them away. "Lizzie, no." He starts to back away.

"Gordo, I want this. You want this. What's wrong?" I attempt to wrap my arms around him again, but he puts his hands up and backs farther away.

"Listen, as much as I'd like," he cuts short, running a hand through his hair and looking away from me. "I just can't do this. We just shouldn't be doing this."

Tears form in my eyes as I realize what he was saying. I cross my arms over my chest, and rock back and forth on the soles of my feet, my lip quivering.

"I'm sorry," Gordo says, walking past me into his room.

A few minutes later I knock on his door and he opens it. I talk quickly. "Gordo, I am so sorry about that! I just," I bite my lip, not sure what I should say. "It's just that there you were, helping me, and we were alone, and here we've been living in this same place for several months… I guess tension just built up." He just stands there staring at me, this horrified look on his face. "Thank you, for not doing anything."

"Don't do it again. I don't think I can resist you again."

I smile, but he doesn't change his expression. My smile fades and I collapse in his arms. "What's wrong with me, Gordo?"

"Shh. It's not you. I promise you its not," he says, hugging me. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and continues holding me close.

"It hurts so bad!" I cry, burying my head into his chest. I'm not sure how long I sit there in his arms, crying my eyes out. All I know is that the next morning, I wake up with an arm around me. I turn around to face him, and realize he's still asleep. I watch him sleep, his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling in calming even breaths. Suddenly his arm tightens around me and I'm drawn in closer to him, with my hands placed on his chest.

His breathing stresses, and I quickly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I feel his hand brushing a few hairs off of my face. Then his fingers trace my lips, and my jaw line. I shudder slightly at his touch, and then force my eyes to slowly open. I see him smile at me, and I smile back. "We should get up before Miranda thinks something happened here that didn't."

"Let me get this straight. You and Gordo spent the night alone, and even slept on his bed TOGETHER without anything happening except a little harmless kissing? After all of these years? Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"You have no reason not to," I reply, after Miranda questions us about why I wasn't in my bed this morning.

"You know Lizzie would tell you if we did do something," Gordo concurs.

"Yeah, I know. You two would never do something spontaneous like that," Miranda says, as she walks to the fridge.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just, don't be afraid to take a chance, Lizzie." Miranda says, seriously to me. Gordo starts laughing, and she quickly turns in his direction. "That goes for you, too."

"How's this for spontaneity!" Gordo shouts, as throws a couch pillow at Miranda. She dodges it, and quickly attacks him.

In a laughing fit, they both end up on the floor. I lean over them and smirk, asking, "So, you expect me to believe that you two are just friends?" They both latch onto me and drag me to the floor with them, hitting me with pillows.