Sorry if this chapter is kind of boring. I'm having trouble thinking of new ideas! But I will really try to make the next one better.

Lizzie had finally finished her homework. She took out her backpack, and quickly packed her toothbrush, hairbrush, makeup, pajamas, clothes for the next day, her photos from going ice skating, and a lot of other things.

If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late. It's not that much of a problem since I see Gordo all the time, but this isn't just a come-over-and- study day. Lizzie thought to herself. But this is a sleepover! A slumber party!

Toon Lizzie: Well, a real slumber party actually has more people. But still! It's going to be so much fun. (Pajamas, fuzzy slippers, and nightcap appears on her)

She slipped on a pair of shoes, and suddenly thought of something. Mr. Snuggles. She secretly still slept with him, and hid him every morning as soon as she got up. I can so not bring him. I'm too old for stuffed animals. I should have stopped this habit when I was, like, in fourth grade! Now I'm in ninth!

She stomped out of her room with her backpack. Taunts from Kate a long time ago still rang in her head. She tried to shove those thoughts and anything to do with stuffed animals out of her head. Besides, I'm supposed to be mature by now! She thought, but looked back at her room with a frown.

Toon Lizzie: Stuffed animals are for babies! Don't bring him! Don't bring him!

Lizzie set her shoulders back straight, and walked away from her room without a second thought of Mr. Snnuggles.

Fifteen minutes later, and she'd arrived at Gordo's. Lizzie said good- bye to Sam, who had brought Lizzie there instead of Jo. Jo was in her room resting, and Sam didn't want her to have to get up in case she'd fallen asleep.

As Sam pulled out of the driveway, Lizzie waved. She knocked on the Gordon's door, setting down her backpack.

Toon Lizzie: Is it possible to bring too much stuff to a sleepover?

The door opened a few moments later, and there stood Gordo looking quite pleased. "Hey Lizzie. C'mon in." He smiled at her. They walked to the living room, and joined Miranda where she was sitting on the couch.

"You must have had less homework than I did." Lizzie told Miranda, since she had arrived before her.

"I doubt it. It seemed to go on forever!" Miranda exclaimed. "I just got here a few minutes ago." Lizzie nodded, and there was an awkward silence.

"So... what should we do first?" Gordo asked, wanting this to be an awesome sleepover for them.

"We could work on the scrapbook." Lizzie suggested.

"Yeah, I haven't seen the new one yet." Miranda replied.

"Okay." Gordo told them. "I'll be right back. It's in my room." He left the girls alone for a few minutes.

They were silent for a few minutes, and then Miranda said, "I still think you like him." She playfully, bumped her elbow into Lizzie's.

"Miranda, I've already told you. Gordo and I are just friends. That's the way it's always going to be!" She told her.

"You don't have to get mad about it." Miranda replied, and bit her lip.

"I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed. Why does everyone think that we're like, perfect for each or something?" Lizzie continued, resting her hand on her shoulder.

"Because you two are." Miranda insisted. Lizzie rolled her eyes, and the conversation came to a halt. Little did they know that Gordo had been listening from the next room.

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but when he heard "Gordo and I are just friends", he'd stopped dead in his tracks. She doesn't like me. He thought with a broken-hearted sigh. I just thought... maybe... He sighed again. I guess I should have known it all along.

He slowly walked into the living room, and sat down again. "Here." He said, giving the scrapbook to the girls.

"What's wrong, Gordo? You look upset." Miranda asked him.

"Oh... it's nothing." He lied, and tried to put on a happier face. I need to get out of this room. Now. "Hey... I'm going to go get us some snacks."

"Okay." Lizzie nodded, and started showing Miranda what they'd already done in the scrapbook.

Gordo almost ran out of the room, and into the kitchen. He sat down on a barstool, thinking. Why am I even putting myself through this? I should have known she'd never like me. Liking Ronnie and Ethan already proved that she doesn't want me as her date. He frowned. But then again... I did go out with Brooke, and I wanted to go to the dance with Parker.

He stood up and got out three cups. Why did I? Was it because I did like them, or I was just lonely of being date-less ol' Gordo? Maybe it was just because I thought I'd never get Lizzie. Because I know that's what I'm thinking now.

He poured some soda into the cups, and took a bag of potato chips from he pantry. He walked back into the living room, and handed the girls their snacks.

"Thanks, Gordo." Lizzie told him, and they all started eating. She chewed and swallowed a potato chip, and then unzipped her backpack. She took a sip of soda, and took out the ice skating pictures. They all looked at them, and then taped them into the scrapbook.

Lizzie looked up at Gordo. He does look upset. I bet it's the same problem we were talking about the day of ice skating. If only Miranda would leave the room for just a few minutes!

"What?" Gordo asked.

"Huh? Oh!" Lizzie exclaimed. She hadn't realized she'd been staring at him. "Sorry."

Miranda sensed something was up. "Hey, I'll be right back." She said, pointing to the restroom. Gordo nodded, and she left the room.

Wow! It's like she read my mind! Lizzie thought to herself. "Um, since we're alone, Gordo, I need to talk to you." She told him, after taking a deep breath. Just relax. All you have to do is ask him.

"Okay. What about?" He replied, hoping she wasn't going to tell him that they were never going to be more than just friends, even though he knew it was true.

Toon Lizzie: Well, about why your acting so goofy all the time, if what Kate said is true, and why you look crushed all of a suden! Does that answer your question?

"Well... I..." Lizzie stammered. Be calm, Lizzie! Just ask him! Ask him!

Toon Lizzie: If I tell him... and he says yes, and then he asks me if I feel the same way, and I say no...

"Yes?" Gordo asked, trying to get her to continue. Just say it! You may as well get it over with! You only want me as a friend, and that's the way you always want it to be.

Lizzie sighed uncomfortably.

Toon Lizzie: But why would I say no? Gordo's a nice guy!