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AN/ Wow. It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, things have been really busy as of late and so this story was kind of put on the back burner for a bit, but we're back! My personal apology for leaving you all in suspense for so long, but I'll tell you what. How about we make this chapter extra long because of the extra long wait that we put you through. Okay? Here we go!

Lizzie threw herself onto her feather filled mattress and heaved a dramatic sigh, "I don't think that this could be any tougher!"

Ring!

Lizzie glared at the phone, "You'd think that over the course of history we humans would have learned not to say that kind of thing!" she grumbled to no one in particular as she placed her hand on the antique spin-dial phone and lifted it to her ear, "Hello?"

"Hello, this the front desk calling to confirm your check out time."

"Check out time? Um. Can I call you back? I'm not sure I'm going to be checking out today."

Lizzie's POV:

Or tomorrow.

"Of course. Thank you. Ciao!"

"Wait!" Lizzie cried into the receiver.

"Yes, Mademoiselle?"

"I know that this is going to sound strange but I need some advice and I need that advice from a person that I don't know."

"Si."

"Okay. I have an offer to stay here in Rome and receive a record deal. But you see I live in The United States and I would have to leave home and live here away from all of my family and friends. What should I do?" Lizzie bit her lip and waited for the reply.

"Hmm. That is very complicated, Mademoiselle. The only advice that I can give you is to follow your heart."

"That's good advice."

Flashback

Lizzie sat at the desk in her bedroom.

She was the advice columnist for her school newspaper. The E-Zine.

She was going to quit, due to some of her advice not working and not helping people.

Lizzie just had to answer one more question.

She opened up an e-mail and began to read.

Dear Lizzie,

I think I may like my best friend as more than a friend. What should I do?

Signed,

Confused Guy.

End Flashback

She had given him similar advice about the situation.

To follow his heart.

She never had figured out who Confused guy was.

Although Gordo had looked awfully guilty when she had told him that she didn't want to let Confused Guy down and he had said she hadn't.

What was that about?

Lizzie shook off the possible answer and sighed, "Thanks. You've been a big help. Bye." She hung up the phone and grabbed a pillow. She hugged the feather down and closed her eyes as she tried to block out the hundreds of thoughts racing through her mind.

Gordo's POV.

"How could she do this to me? To us! And what about us? Did that kiss mean nothing to her? Was it just a kiss between friends? And is there even such a thing as a kiss between friends? Don't all kisses mean something? Well…maybe not. But still! Even if their isn't anything between us but friendship, what about the three of us, me, Lizzie, and Miranda. We are all best friends. How could she decide something like this without even discussing it with Miranda and I? HOW!?

Half an hour later, Lizzie awoke with a start. "I can't believe I fell asleep with all of that on my mind." She thought as she sat up and groggily pushed the hair out of her face.

Squinting against the bright sunshine pouring in through the open French doors, Lizzie got up and walked out onto the balcony. "This is an incredible sight and I could see sights like this for the rest of my life, if I decide to take this job offer. But I would also be leaving a lot behind. Things that not even this kind of view could replace."

"But Gordo and Miranda could spend their summers and holidays here with me." Lizzie argued with herself.

Should I or shouldn't I? Was a staccato, like a tap shoe dancer's rhythm, dancing in her head.

Finally, she had her answer and she silently moved from the balcony back into the quiet comfort of her room.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her telephone. "Hey, mom, I've decided. Could you and dad come down here, please?"

"Okay, honey, we'll be right down."

Lizzie nodded her head, forgetting that her mother couldn't see her and hung the phone up.

Five minutes later, they arrived and came inside to face a nervous Lizzie.

"Maybe you should sit down." Lizzie suggested tentively.

Mrs. McGuire took a deep breath to calm herself and gingerly sat down.

"Go ahead, Lizzie."

"Well, I thought a lot, and I do mean a lot, about this, and I came up with an idea."

At this point, Sam interrupted her. "What do you mean an idea?"

Jo was eyeing her apprehensively.

"I mean, I think that I want to do this. Well, at least I want to try to do this. And I know that you guys said that you would move here to, but I don't think that that is very fair. I'm not sure yet, if I want to do this so far away from home, but I at least want to give it a try. In saying that, here's the other part of my idea. I think that I should move in with Isabella. She has an apartment that she generously offered to share with me. And before you get upset. I don't mean forever. I think I should just try it for the rest of the summer. I should be sure this is what I want before I uproot everyone. Because what if we all get here and then I decide that I want to go home? This way I could try for the summer and if I decide to stay then you could all come out and join me. And if I decide not to stay, then I will just pack up and come home at the end of the summer. But ultimately, I will make my final decision at the end of the summer." Lizzie stopped and drew in a deep breath, waiting quietly to hear their reactions.

"Lizzie, could you give us a minute to talk this over?" Sam asked seriously.

Lizzie nodded and slowly walked outside to the balcony, leaving her parents alone to discuss the newest development.

She could here them whispering fast and then slow, heated and then more quietly. Finally, they called her back inside.

Jo looked on the verge of tears. Sam looked a little sad himself.

"Lizzie, we have decided that you may do what you asked. You can live with Isabella for the summer, but when summer ends, we expect a decision. And based on what you decide, is what we're going to do. If you stay, we come and we all move back in together. If you decide that you're leaving, then you will just come back home and start your first year of high school with your friends like normal." Sam finished and gazed at her.

Jo reached out and hugged her.

"Thanks, mom, thanks, dad. That's what I'll do." Lizzie told them.

Jo hugged her again and walked to the door. "We bought open ended tickets to come here, so we'll be able to stay longer and help you get settled at Isabella's. Plus the whole contract signing. We'll go now and let you tell Gordo and everyone what you've decided to do."

Lizzie nodded and they left the room. She quickly bolted the door behind them and fell into a chair. "Oy-vay, what am I going to do about Gordo?"

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