Here's Chapter 9. I tried something a little different in style for this chapter so I hope you like it. Thanks for the reviews. I really like hearing what people think. So Thanks!

I don't own anything remotely to do with Lizzie Maguire, which I'm quite sad about really.

Gordo woke up late. He had been having a good dream. Him and Lizzie had been... Ah crap. Getting over Lizzie might be harder than he had first thought. The dream had been good but Gordo was determined to move on.

Gordo may have woken up happy but it didn't take him long to remember why he been so upset the night before. Gordo's parents were already long gone so Gordo would have the whole morning, maybe even the whole day, to continue his sulk. The problem would be if Miranda or worse yet Lizzie tried to call him, which they probably would. That would really mess up his brooding plans and anyway it's always easier to convince yourself that you don't love someone when you don't have to see or hear them. Seeing the person can really blow the best laid plans of moving on right out of the water.

Gordo got his film editing equipment together and headed to the living room to set up. The phone started to ring but Gordo ignored it. He set up his equipment and plugged in a set of earphones so that he would have an excuse for not hearing the phone in case it ever came up.

Gordo was sure it would come up but the trouble later would be worth the peace he felt he needed now.

Gordo turned on the film he had been working on the day before and was startled for a moment when he heard Miranda's voice. He was surprised at how glad he actually was to hear her voice.

Gordo had figured that it had been Miranda trying to call a couple of minutes ago and at the time he really hadn't wanted to talk to her. He was still so ticked, so... Well he had been so irritated at the whole events of and leading up to the night before the he wasn't sure how he'd react if he had to talk to anyone, especially Miranda and Lizzie.

Gordo turned his attention back to the film and as he watched the screen he remembered how much fun he had had with Miranda that afternoon working on the movie. Gordo laughed and carried on with his work.

Lizzie woke up early. She hadn't slept well. She hadn't been able to shake the events of the night before from her head. She felt too confused (and not just at how insightful Ethan could be, although that had been a surprise). She couldn't quite place the way she was feeling. It was like when you're trying to think of a word you know you know but you just can't seem to remember. Like the memory of a memory, if you know what that means? You know you remember something but you're just not sure what. No it doesn't make sense but then that's the whole point. The feeling doesn't make sense because you just can't place it. You just can't seem to understand it no matter how hard you try.

Well that's how Lizzie was feeling. She was so confused, so frustrated. She kept searching for her thoughts and feelings but it was like they were just out of her reach. She knew they were there but she just couldn't access them. It was infuriating.

Lizzie got up, got herself cleaned up and dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast. Lizzie's parents were surprised to see their daughter up so early on a holiday. It took Lizzie a few minutes to convince them that yes she did realise it was still the holidays and no she did not have a fever. She told them that she had just felt like getting up early today and going for a walk. She said that she had some things she needed to think about.

Lizzie quickly realised that she shouldn't have said this to her mom. Lizzie's mother grilled her for the whole of breakfast about her life and what it could possibly be that had happened that would cause Lizzie to get up early so she could go out and ponder it grilled her. Lizzie spent the whole time trying to convince her mom that it was nothing serious and was truly grateful when eventually her mom let the subject drop and allowed her to leave.

Lizzie got some stuff together and headed for the front door. She passed the phone on her way and realised that she hadn't called Miranda. She should have called Miranda last night. She should call Miranda now but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Miranda would want full details of everything that had taken place last night. The problem was that Lizzie wasn't really sure about what had happened last night. Well, she knew what had happened but Miranda would want to know more than just that. Miranda would want to know everything and frankly Lizzie wasn't ready to tell her.

So Lizzie walked past the phone and out the door.

Miranda woke up at a reasonable hour and looked at her phone. She had expected it to ring last night but it hadn't. So Miranda watched her phone and waited for it to ring this morning. One of her two best friends would surely ring her soon and tell her how last night had gone. Any minute now...

Why hadn't they called? Was this a good sign? Did this mean something had actually happened? Was that a good thing? Of course it was. That was the whole point, that's what she had wanted to happen. Right? Lizzie and Gordo together at last.

But surely if something had happened she would be the first to know? Oh know maybe Lizzie rejected Gordo. Poor Gordo. No Lizzie would be mad to reject Gordo. She loves him and he loves her.

Maybe they had and accident. No their parents would have called her to let her know what had happened if that was the case. Miranda was going nuts waiting for the phone to ring and held out as long as she could for one of them to ring. She had even taken the cordless phone into the bathroom with her just in case they rang while she was in the shower.

The phone never rang and Miranda couldn't wait any longer. She hit the speed dial for Lizzie's house and anxiously waited for someone to answer. Lizzie's mom, Jo, answered the phone and told Miranda that Lizzie had already gone out. Already? Lizzie's been out for a while and it's still morning? That's not normal. Something is defiantly up. Miranda thanked Lizzie's mom and hung up.

Miranda paced up and down her room for a few minutes and then hit the speed dial for Gordo's house. The phone rang and rang but no one picked up. Something was defiantly up.

Maybe Lizzie and Gordo were together. This thought hurt Miranda. She had prepared herself for the idea that Gordo and Lizzie would want more alone time if they ever got together but she had never imagined they would do stuff without telling her.

No. They were her best friends and no matter what happened they would never treat her like that. So Miranda decided to wait and see. Something was up she knew that much but she'd just have to wait to find out what exactly that was.

So Miranda waited. Patiently. For about two hours before she couldn't wait any longer. Patience was not particularly one of Miranda's strong points.

Miranda got herself together and left her house to go over to Gordo's. She knew Lizzie was out so her best bet was that Gordo would be home and just not answering his phone. It was even possible that that's where Lizzie was too. Either way Miranda just couldn't sit at home and wait to hear what had happened last night. She needed to do something. She needed to know.

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