Here's chapter twelve. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you're enjoying the story and that it's driving some of you a bit mad but that's what love does and that's what I'm hoping to portray. So enjoy and review. (I fixed a few spelling mistakes in this chapter and I'm working out how exactly I want the next chapter to go and it's pretty important so I want to do it right. So thanks for your patience!)

I don't own anything to do with Lizzie Maguire in any way, shape or form.

Lizzie anxiously waited for someone to answer the door. Her heart was pounding and not just because she ran all the way here. She tried desperately to compose herself but these new feelings were overwhelming her. Why had she been so blind? She couldn't wait to let someone know what she had realized this morning. She needed to let someone know what her heart was feeling. She needed her best friend to know and even though it might be strange at first she needed to get it out in the open with her best friend. Her best friend would know what to do about these feelings.

Lizzie jumped excitedly when the door swung open. Mrs. Sanchez stood there in the doorway grinning broadly.

"Hi Lizzie."

"Hi Mrs. Sanchez. Is Miranda in?"

"Sorry Lizzie, she's gone out. I thought she was going over to your house. Is everything alright?"

Lizzie's disappointment must have showed but she quickly covered it up giving Mrs. Sanchez a bright smile and explaining that she and Miranda must have got some wires crossed and missed each other. Lizzie thanked Mrs. Sanchez and started to make her way home in the hope that Miranda would be there and that she wouldn't miss her again. She desperately needed her advise about what to do with her feelings for Gordo.

Miranda found herself waiting outside Gordo's house for the second time in two days. This time however the wait wasn't caused by any indecision on her part. Miranda had marched up to the door determined to find out what had happened the night before and why neither of her friends had bothered to call her since. She had rang the doorbell and banged on the door and still she waited.

Miranda knew someone was in, she had seen movement in the house as she approached. Now she had been there for nearly ten minutes banging on the door with no one answering. What was going on? Miranda thought that maybe Lizzie and Gordo were in there and were avoiding her, wanting to be alone. Miranda knew that she had wanted Lizzie and Gordo to get together, that had been her plan but the thought of them hiding from her hurt deeply. Miranda convinced herself that it was only the thought of Gordo and Lizzie keeping things from her that hurt and nothing more. No! Nothing more.

Miranda then thought that maybe Gordo was inside depressed. He had told Lizzie how he felt and she had rejected him. Poor Gordo.

Just at that moment the door creaked open and Miranda found was suddenly staring at a slightly disheveled looking Gordo. She tried to read the expression on his face but couldn't. She couldn't make out if he was happy or sad, surprised or disappointed; he just stood there with a slight smile in the corner of his lips and an inward deepness emanating from his eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. It's about time you answered the door. Do you know how long I've been standing here?" Miranda said as she pushed by Gordo into the house.

Gordo couldn't help but chuckle and called after Miranda. "Sorry I had my headphones on and only heard the door just there."

"Whatever!" Miranda called back having already made her way to the kitchen. "What have you got to eat here? I'm starving."

Gordo closed the door and went to join Miranda in the kitchen. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had forgotten about eating. Gordo couldn't believe he had forgotten about eating and suddenly realized how hungry he was. He sat down at the counter across from Miranda who had already pulled out all the ingredients for a pretty impressive sandwich.

Miranda was surprisingly quiet. Gordo had been expecting a barrage of questions but Miranda had simply made small talk while making the sandwiches. Gordo however felt as though he was standing on the edge of a storm watching it build and waiting for it to hit him.

It wasn't till they were both sitting down with sandwiches in hand that the questioning began. Gordo was about to tuck into his sandwich when he felt Miranda's eyes on him.

"So..."

Gordo looked up from his sandwich "Em, This looks great. Thanks." Gordo could see the frustration in Miranda's eyes or was that anger? Either way it wasn't good.

"Gordo!"

"What?"

"Oh my gosh Gordo. I'm just about ready to kill you. What happened last night? What happened that would cause neither Lizzie nor yourself to call me, your best friend and tell me?"

"Lizzie didn't call you?"

Gordo was surprised to hear this. He was sure Lizzie would have wanted to tell Miranda all about the wonderful time she had had with Ethan. Gordo hated himself for being annoyed at just thinking that. He was going to move on. He had to move on and the very girl to help him with that could be sitting right in front of him.

"No Lizzie didn't call and now she's not home" (Probably with Ethan, Gordo thought) "and you! You wouldn't answer your phone and I was worried you weren't going to answer your door. And don't give me that "I was wearing my headphones nonsense." Something happened. Something's up and you're going to tell me what it is."

Gordo could feel Miranda glaring down at him and couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. He didn't want to talk about last night. He had hid himself away today for a reason but he knew that he wouldn't have a choice. As soon as he made eye contact with Miranda she would break him and he would spill about everything, from what happened last night to the way he was feeling and he desperately wanted to avoid that.

He had told Miranda that he didn't have feelings for Lizzie even though he did. It had been Miranda who had been pushing him to admit his feelings for Lizzie and to make more of their night out and Gordo had adamantly refused to admit his feelings to Miranda but now...if she pushed him about last night it would all come out. As well as that, Gordo was afraid that his decision to move on would come out. He was worried that he would say something to Miranda he would regret later. It was all too soon. It was... well he just couldn't do it.

So Gordo avoided looking directly at Miranda. He tried his best to convince Miranda that everything was fine and that nothing had happened out of the ordinary for good or bad and that he was fine. Miranda wasn't buying it and Gordo knew it. He tried to tell her that he assumed that Lizzie would have called her and that he had gotten so caught up in his films (Like he was prone to do) that he hadn't thought to call her.

It wasn't flying. Miranda knew both her friends far too well. Besides the fact that Gordo's body language was a dead give away, the fact of the matter was that if everything were really fine, one of them would have called her. The three of them, they never forgot to call the other friend if anything happened, so something was up and Miranda was determined to find out what.

Miranda stood up and slapped her hands down on the table making Gordo jump a bit.

"Look Gordo I know something is up and I'm not leaving here till I find out what. So just give it up already."

Gordo knew he was defeated. He couldn't hide anything from Miranda, she knew him too well. They were going to have a long chat and everything would come out.

Gordo sighed and looked Miranda straight in the eye.

"Okay. I'll tell you what happened."

A/N: Sorry another cliffhanger of sorts. I was planning on making this chapter the whole Gordo-Miranda confrontation chapter but as I wrote it I felt the need to split it in two so as to really do it justice. I hope you enjoyed it all the same and I hope you liked my evil curve ball start :b Please Review!!!!!!!!!