Thanks for the reviews. It really makes my my day to know what people are thinking of my writing and this story. Here's the new chapter. This is another build up chapter, so be patient and enjoy!

I don't not own Lizzie Maguire in any way, shape or form. Someone play me a sad song.

Gordo stared at the screen in front of him not really paying attention to what he was doing which was unusual for him. Usually when Gordo was working on his films he was completely focused but not this morning. Not the way he was feeling.

He had had a crush on Lizzie for so long and had put up with her desire for Ethan Craft for just as long. Why all of a sudden was it such a big deal?

Damn it. He had really thought things were going somewhere with Lizzie. That something was finally going to happen and he could tell her how he felt. Miranda had even encouraged the idea. So when last night came and he saw that Lizzie was still trying to get Ethan to notice her and worse still it seemed liked Ethan had finally come to his senses and was actually beginning to take notice of Lizzie, this had just been too much fro Gordo. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't love Lizzie in secret, being her best friend and keeping this secret from her.

He had two options. He could either tell Lizzie how he felt and watch his world and their friendship come plummeting down around him or he could make himself move on and learn to be happy as simply her friend.

It was going to work. It had to work. But where was he supposed to move on to? How was he supposed to just let go of his feelings for Lizzie? This is what had been going through Gordo's mind all day. He knew that if he didn't move on he would go mad.

Lizzie didn't love him. She loved Ethan and Gordo just wasn't up for competing for her attention. Gordo wasn't willing to risk his friendship with Lizzie trying to win her affection. She didn't like Gordo like that and if Gordo kept waiting for her to notice him as anything more than her friend, Gordo was worried that it would destroy their friendship probably without Lizzie even realising why.

So he had to move on. He just had to.

Gordo started to think about the other girls he knew. Maybe there was somebody else he could fall for if he just looked hard enough.

Gordo avoided the most obvious girls at first trying to focus on the girls he had never even considered before. After a while Gordo realised that there was a reason why he had never considered any of these girls before. You can't force yourself to be attracted to someone. If there's a little something there, sure you can work with it, but if there's nothing there at all, well it just ain't gonna happen.

So Gordo's mind turned to the more plausible. Brooke. Brooke, sure Gordo had liked Brooke. He had even gone out with Brooke and stuff... So maybe Brooke...But Brooke had tried to get Gordo to stop hanging out with Lizzie and Miranda. Brooke had used Gordo. Gordo couldn't possibly bring himself to like Brooke again. That would defeat the whole point of trying to save his friendship with Lizzie.

Gordo scratched his head and turned up the music on his Discman. He had long since stopped even trying to pay attention to the film he was meant to be working on. This was all very frustrating.

Gordo began to think about the only other girl he had been kind of interested in during middle school. Parker. Parker had been Gordo's first real effort to like someone other than Lizzie. Parker was cute. Sure she was a little weird but she was nice...enough.

Gordo let this thought sink in for a little while but it just didn't sit right with him. Parker had been nice to him. He even thought she might have been interested in him but when he had asked her to the school dance she had said no. This had hurt, especially since she said no because she had thought Gordo was too short. It hurts to be rejected for something you have no control over.

Sure she admitted her mistake at the dance when she realised that Gordo was a lot more interesting but it had been too little too late. Gordo couldn't go back on the way he felt now. Parker had been superficial and that had hurt and who was it that had been there to pick him up? Lizzie. This just wasn't working; everything seemed to be reminding him of how great Lizzie was.

Gordo racked his brain and found himself shuddering at the sheer thought of Kate and Claire. Now there's a scary thought.Sure, Kate was pretty enough and Claire did have a winning smile but no. No, no, no. Those two were pure evil. Evil! Gordo shook his head and laughed. Gordo was tired of all this, he leaned his head back rubbing his forehead and pushing his curls to the side. When Gordo looked back down the image on the screen caught his attention

There dancing in front of him was an option Gordo hadn't yet considered.

Gordo watched the image of Miranda dancing and singing on the screen and realised just how pretty Miranda was. Gordo's attention was so often focused on Lizzie that he failed to notice the beauty that Miranda held.

Gordo sighed. Miranda, he thought. That's just all the same problems as liking Lizzie minus the history. Miranda likes Ethan as well and Miranda sees me only as a friend probably even more so than Lizzie does. Sure Gordo and Miranda were close but not as close as Lizzie and Gordo were. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that would make it different. Maybe this would work...Maybe Gordo could let go of Lizzie by opening his heart to his other best friend.

Gordo rubbed his eyes and adjusted his headphones. Gordo's house seemed noisier than usual and it was beginning to annoy Gordo. There seemed to be a banging noise but where would that be coming from?

Gordo tried to return his attention to Miranda's image in front of him and the question of his feelings for this girl, his other best friend. Gordo heard the banging again and sat up. Where was that coming from? He took of his earphones and looked around his house.

Again he heard the banging and realised that there was someone at the front door. Someone who wasn't going to leave until they got an answer. Gordo walked to the front door. He was afraid to open it. He knew, he just knew that on the other side of this door was one of his best friends he just didn't know which and was frightened to find out. After the way his thoughts had been going to day, Gordo wasn't sure which friend he was more worried about seeing when opened the door.

Gordo paused at the door to compose himself but he jumped when the door knocked again. Just a minute, just a minute. Gordo was having a hard time bringing his arm up to the latch. He stood there and stared at the door...

A/N: DUN, DUN, DUN! Ha ha! And now for a subliminal message: Review please Review Please etc... :)