A/N: I will not be able to update until Thursday or Friday because I am going to camp. Sorry about this little problem of mine. Also for you Harry Potter lovers, I have started a new story that ought to get you through me being gone. No, I'm kidding.

The next day...

"Yes! I want to report a missing child. Her name is Abigail Childers, Abby for short. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a red shirt with jeans," reported Lizzie on the phone.

After Lizzie was talking on the phone with the Missing Child Agency, she decided to dial Gordo's phone number. Gordo picked up on the third ring.

"Gordo, Gordo, thank God your home, Abby is missing and I have no clue where she is, if you could please help me find her that would be great. Also can you please phone Miranda," asked Lizzie?

"Of course," responded Gordo quickly.

He hurriedly put the phone down and ran out the door to find Abby. He remembered previously having a conversation with Abby about what her favorite place in the world was. She told him the park. She also told him that she didn't know why she liked the park so much, but it was just a chance for her to escape her fears.

Gordo got in his car and sped off to the park. There was Abby swinging on the swing, looking down at the ground. He parked his car and headed towards Abby.

"Abby," yelled Gordo.

She looked up and he expected her to run away like she usually did, but she didn't. She just sat there staring into her godfather's eyes with tears. She was solemn and Gordo took a seat next to her in the swing.

"Your mom is worried about you," explained Gordo.

"How did you know I was here," she asked?

"Remember that time where I asked you what your favorite place was in the world." She nodded. "Well, that information was useful, because I remembered that conversation and expected to see you here."

"Yeah, I remember telling you that it was a great escape when you wanted some peace."

"Well, you're right, it is a great place when you want to be alone. I remember when I was your age—."

"Oh my gosh, are you going to bore me with one of your stories from the past?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"Continue, because I know there is no way out of this."

"I happen to like my stories. But anyway, when I was your age, my parents got a divorce, like your parents and I was only 8. So I was around your age—."

"I'm 9."

"Are you going to keep on interrupting me?"

"Fine, continue."

"Well, I was 8 and my parents decided to get a divorce. (A/N: I have no clue when Gordo's parents filed a divorce.) Of course I reacted the same way you did and I ran away. Well I decided to go some place where my parents couldn't find me so I went to the park, like you did. My parents came to find me three days later hungry, thirsty, and tired. I regretted running away, because I was sick for a week because of a lack of nutrition. Not only was I sick, but I was grounded for two weeks and had to miss the yearly carnival that happened in Hillridge."

"So, if you didn't find me then I would get hungry, tired, and thirsty and get sick. Then when I would be found I would be grounded for two weeks or longer and have to miss the yearly carnival?"

"No, but my point is that if we didn't find you, you could of been extremely hurt and something bad could of happened to you. Someone could of kidnapped you."

"What's the point of this story?"

"Well I already made one point, but another important point is that running away from your problems is not always the answer to everything. Sometimes you can get in a lot of trouble, like I did."

"I want to go home."

Gordo smiled. He grabbed Abby's hand and walked her to the car.

As soon as they were in the car, Abby asked, "Do you like my Mum?"

"Of course I do! We have been best friends ever since t—."

"I mean romantically."

Gordo hesitated at the question, but decided to give the question a shot. "You promise you won't tell." She nodded. But, Gordo knew that the secret would be out in no time. "When I was in the eighth grade, I started falling for you mother. She never knew that I was because I was always the best friend that would help her through trouble. Then I thought to myself, maybe I should tell her how I feel. Well right about that time, she got a boyfriend, which was your dad. I was sad, but knew she would come around. Well, she ended up marrying your dad and I was devastated. I never got around telling her I loved her."

"You can now."

"You promised not to tell."

"I know, but if you want my opinion, she could use a boyfriend right now, especially how my dad treated her. You treat her like an angel. I read this romance novel and there was a saying in it that said 'Tell someone you love them, even if you know that they don't love you back.' So what do you think?"

"I think you have been reading way too many romance novels for you little tiny head."

"I'm serious. Are you going to tell her or not? Because if you aren't—."

"No missy, you promised not to tell. If you tell your mother, I will be telling you are watching those Spanish soap operas that your mother things are too 'romantic' for her."

"I happen to like those Spanish soap operas."

"You don't understand them."

"Yeah, I know, but the feeling that you get when you watch two people in love is just so, romantic."

"Ugh, the last thing I need is for you getting gushy on romantic stuff."

Abby gave a snort, and Gordo giggled.

As soon as they reached the house, Abby didn't get out of the car. Gordo peeked his head in the car and asked, "Why aren't you getting out of the car?"

"I'm nervous, what if my dad is harsh on me," she questioned?

"Believe me, I wouldn't let you get hurt from your dad, and your brother or mother wouldn't either.

"So are you ready to go or not?"

She smiled and got out of the car as Gordo grabbed her hand and they walked to the house together to await the surprises.

Okay, I updated like you all wanted me to do. Now if you could please give me lots and lots of reviews while I am away on my trip. I just really am in the mood for reviews, so if you could just click the button down below and give me a review that would be superb. THANKS!