Abuhin – Prolly won't go into the P/G relationship cause I don't think it really adds much to the story cause it was ten years ago. But the reason why Lizzie didn't go after Gordo when Parker and him broke up is basically the same reason why she didn't go after him following Rome. I'll reveal the reason in a later chapter.

Jersey Princess – Thanks for pointing out the mistake. I fixed it.

A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 2 – Just Like Old Times

Lizzie sat at her desk in her cubical and blankly stared at her computer screen. She had been preoccupied all day and wouldn't be surprised if she didn't accomplish anything today.

"Beth?" a male voice asked behind her.

Jumping a little, she snapped out of her trance and turned her chair around. Standing there was Jake Hutchinson; a tall, charming, good looking man, who was the object of most of the women in the office's desire. While Lizzie wasn't immune to his charms, he was no Gordo. He was a little too cocky for her tastes; then again, in her eyes, no guy could really measure up to Gordo.

"Hey Jake. What's up?"

A small smile appeared on his face. Of all the single women in the office, he had taken a particular interest in Lizzie. "Could ask you the same thing? You've been starring at the screen for the past five minutes."

Lizzie gave him a smirk. "Just a lot on my mind. I have an old friend coming in this weekend to visit. I haven't seen him in a few months and I'm looking forward to it."

"Him?"

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Yea. Me and David have been best friends since birth," she told him.

"You guys ever date?" Jake asked as he leaned back against an edge of Lizzie's desk.

"No. Things never worked out that way for us."

"Good," Jake said with a superior smile, "Wouldn't want to think I'd have competition for your lovely heart," he said as he stood up. "I have to get back to work. How about we go out and have a few drinks after work."

"We'll see. I haven't gotten much done, so I may stay late," Lizzie told him.

"I'll come back later and change your mind," With that Jake walked back to his desk.

Lizzie sighed and gently pinched the bridge of her nose. "A little of him, goes a long way."

"You're the only person who I know, who doesn't want to go out with him," another voice said. This time a female one.

"I'm still trying to recover from last night," Lizzie said as she watched a young, red headed woman walk into her cubicle. "The men were worse then the drinks. I think I took like three showers before I felt clean," she joked and they both started laughing.

"Who's this David?" Suzy asked with a grin.

"An old friend."

"Sure," she said sarcastically, "An old friend's visit doesn't rattle you like this."

Lizzie's face reddened a little. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Suzy started laughing a little, "Come on. I've known you for the past year and half and I've never seen you this preoccupied, even when you weren't feeling well or hung over. Now who is this old friend?"

"You know the expression the one that got away?"

"Yea," she answered, "but I thought you said you two never dated."

"It's complicated. I was young, stupid, scared. I had this guy, all I had to say was yes, I like you too. But I screwed up I got scared. I was afraid of messing with a life long friendship. Now, every time I see him, I can't help but beat myself up about it. Its like one of those what if moments."

Suzy's expression took on a serious tone, "What's stopping you now?"

"What?"

"What's stopping you now, from going up to this David guy and telling him, I'm an idiot and I've always loved you."

"Maybe cause he doesn't feel that way anymore. That it's been like ten years since."

Suzy sat down on the corner of Lizzie's desk, "How do you know?"

"I just do," Lizzie said hanging her head a little, "He's been dating someone else for like a year now. I'm just waiting to get the invitation to their wedding."

"How come you can be the external optimist about everything else but the pessimist on this one thing? How do you know he's just given up on you? Maybe he's only with this other tramp because he thinks you won't give him a chance." she reached out and gently shook Lizzie's shoulder, "If this guy is everything you've told me, you'd be an idiot to let him slip completely away without a fight." Suzy then grinned at her, "When he gets here, you take him back to your apartment, tell him to dump the little bitch he's got back out west, and take him."

Lizzie let out a soft laugh, "I'll think about it."

As Suzy stood up and before she left to go back to her desk, "If you let him marry this other woman without so much as putting up a fight, it'll hurt even more."

Folding her arms across her desk, Lizzie put her head down and tried to ignore the pounding headache that was forming.

Sunday afternoon, Lizzie was trying hard not to pace around LaGuardia's luggage claim. Checking her watch, "Its five after five. He's late." Her mind started to play with her, "Maybe he's not coming. Maybe he's staying Los Angeles with his little model girlfriend, getting engaged, planning their huge wedding, and me as just an after thought."

Suddenly the crowd seemed to part and she saw him carrying his bags. "Gordo!" she called. A few people briefly glanced at her but didn't pay her much attention. "I love New York," Lizzie thought sarcastically.

Hearing his nickname, he looked over and his face lit up as he saw her. Rushing over, "Lizzie!" he dropped his bags at her feet, engulfed her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Lizzie lead them outside and after a taxi ride, they arrived at her apartment.

As Lizzie unlocked the door and lead them inside, Gordo looked at her apartment for the first time, "Nice."

Lizzie snickered, "Yea right."

"I'm serious. It's a little small but nice. I like it."

Rolling her eyes, "The couch is a pull out. I'll dig out some sheets and blankets for you," Lizzie told him. After Gordo put his bags in the corner of Lizzie's living room, out of the way, Lizzie walked out of the bedroom carrying a sheet, blanket, a quilt, and a pillow. Putting them on an armchair, Lizzie sat down on the couch and Gordo sat next to her.

"What do you wanna do about supper?" Lizzie asked softly.

Gordo shrugged, "I don't really feel like getting changed and going out."

"Chinese?"

"Sounds good. I,"

Before Gordo could tell her what he wanted, Lizzie interrupted him. "Sweet and sour chicken," she said with a smile. It was what he got every time they had Chinese. Grabbing the phone, she looked up the phone number for the restaurant, and placed the order.

A half an hour later, Lizzie and Gordo were sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table. On the coffee table, was various sized containers filled with their food.

Gordo watched Lizzie struggling with her chopsticks. As he chuckled under his breath, Lizzie shot him an annoyed glare, "Not a word."

"Me?" He grinned at her and reaching over, he took the chopsticks out of her hands and threw them in the bag their food had come in that they were using for garbage. Handing her a plastic fork, "You'll never get any in your mouth if you use those things," he teased.

"Ass," Lizzie said and then she playfully smacked his hands as he tried to pick up a piece of chicken. "You're not so good with those things yourself," she teased.

"You wanna be wearing the lo mien?" Gordo threaten with a smirk.

Lizzie giggled softly. "What time is your meeting tomorrow?"

"Eleven. I'm hoping it goes quick, the last thing I want to do is sit around for hours listening to them ramble on," Gordo said as he took a drink of his soda. "I hope to be out by one thirty, two thirty at the latest. At least I get a free lunch"

"Its always about the food with you isn't it?" Lizzie said while laughing and Gordo just smirked at her and shrugged. "There's a small sports bar about a block away, I don't think the Knicks are playing but the Rangers prolly are." Lizzie glanced at Gordo. Seeing his amused and surprised expression, "What?"

"Since when are you such a sports fan?"

Lizzie blushed a little, "I like watching it, I just suck at playing."

"You were pretty good playing flag football with Ethan."

She snickered, "Like I had any idea what I was doing," she said and they started laughing. "I've really missed this. With you and Miranda on the west coast, I really miss just talking and hanging out with you guys."

"Don't worry. I'll make you so sick of me these next few days, that you'll be dieing to see a whole continent between us."

Lizzie smiled at him, "You may be annoying but I'd never want to see you leave." As dinner went on, they quickly fell back into old habits and it was like they had never been apart.