A/N I'm so sorry readers. Feel free to throw vegetables my way. I'm going to finish this story, I promise. Sorry for the scare. I had to deal with some stuff. I hope you enjoy. Reviews would be greatly appreciated seeing as how I haven't written in quite some time. I hope I haven't lost what little ability I had in the first place.

Gordo paced back and forth through the apartment. He was sure that his downstairs neighbors would kill him. He had been pacing all day, and despite his increasing heart rate, he showed no signs of slowing. He bit his lower lip with intensity, ignoring the pain that rose from it. He stared down at the phone, still resting in his cradle, and begged the impending tears to disappear. His concentration returned to yesterday's conversation with Lizzie. He had promised her that he would break things off with Miranda, he had told her, truthfully, that she was the love of his life, and that being with Miranda was pointless. He now, in retrospect, realized that he had made a pie crust promise: easily made, easily broken. He fell to his couch heavily and reached for the phone, then, thinking better, he allowed his hand to fall to the side. He closed his eyes and sleep fell upon him effortlessly.

Kate tried desperately to console Lizzie as violent sobs racked her body. She had been hit hard with the impact of her decision, and though she was sure of it at the time, she was now having doubts.

"Lizzie," Kate offered, "He wouldn't have done it if he didn't want to."

Lizzie sniffed heavily to clear her nose and then began. "But, just because he wanted to do it at the moment, doesn't mean that he won't regret it...and Miranda...oh, god, Miranda."

Kate rubbed Lizzie's back and in a soothing tone said "Miranda wasn't meant to have Gordo, I'm sure she's realized this. She's a smart girl and I bet she's already preparing for her loss."

It took Lizzie two days to realize that Gordo was not going to tell Miranda. He hadn't contacted her, and she refused to go out of her way to do so. She occupied her time watching romantic comedies and shopping with Kate.

Gordo went through the motions of living on a daily basis. He walked the dog, brushed his teeth, paid the bills. But on the inside his mind was screaming. He wanted Lizzie so bad, but he could never look into his fiancées honey-colored eyes and tell her that everything he'd ever told her, was a lie. When he woke up Tuesday morning his heart felt as if it was filled with lead. Miranda was coming home. He had screwed it up. Lizzie would never forgive him and he had settled for a life of compromise. "David Gordon...you are pathetic" He mumbled as he crawled from under the covers and hurriedly pulled on his pants.

After dropping off Brooke Sam navigated his way through the suburbs of Hillridge attempting to find his ex-wife's house. Jo laughed heartily at every turn Sam missed and missed no opportunity to tease him. He had never been very good with directions. After four missed turns, and eight wrong turns Sam's car finally cruised smoothly into Jo's driveway. He walked around the back of the car and paused at Jo's door. He opened it and made a gesture with his hand "m'lady" he said with a goofy smile as Jo took his hand and rose from the passenger seat.

Both had been dreading this moment since they had agreed to take Brooke out for the day. The awkward goodbye. They both stared at eachother before Sam decided to take action. He pulled her to him gently using one hand placed strategically at her hip.

Jo felt herself drowning in his familiarity. The smell of his cologne, his gentle touch, his sturdy stature. Her breath slowed in time with her heart beat. He tilted her chin up with the use of one rugged index finger. Jo looked into his big brown eyes and found herself silently pleading with him. Just one kiss. He lowered his head to Jo and for one shining moment she believed that her wish would be granted. She found herself heavily disappointed as he placed a tender kiss upon her forehead. She turned and quickly walked up her stairs. Sam watched her until the door was closed and the lights came on in her bedroom. Then, at last, he returned to his vehicle and drove off with a heavy sigh.

Lizzie drove quickly to the airport. Ethan was waiting. She would pick him up and return the affection he threw in her direction. She was lucky to have someone who cared, and she wasn't going to let it slip away. She hoped that if she pressed on the accelerator long enough, she would leave her feelings for David Gordon in the dust.

When Gordo arrived at the airport he was so pre-occupied that he didn't even notice that Lizzie was standing next to him. She was radiant as always in a pair of green cargo pants and a khaki tank top, even dressed down she was remarkably gorgeous. He finally found the strength to tear his eyes away and focus on the ground.

"here for Miranda?" Lizzie asked in a small voice

"yeah" Gordo retorted in a voice that was , surprisingly, even more miniscule.

"Lizzie nodded and tried very hard not to cry.

As Miranda struggled with her heavy luggage her eyes fell upon Lizzie and David, standing only inches a part. Her heart stopped dead in her chest. This was it, this was the moment that she had been waiting for.

Relief coursed through her veins as Lizzie ran to Ethan and gathered him in a passionate embrace. She greeted Gordo with a kiss and gently laced her fingers with his as they walked out of the terminal. She was elated with the fact that Gordo and Lizzie said nothing to each other.

Gordo stared at his hand in Miranda's and was astounded that even though her fingers were entwined with his, he felt nothing.