Sorry about the long wait in between chapters. It seems my life got hectic just at the important part of this story. It was going to be hard enough to really figure out which direction I was going to go in after the kiss without the added distractions of my life at the moment. So thanks for your patience and hopefully this chapter will do for the moment. Let me know what you think and Enjoy!

Lizzie Maguire is in no way, shape or form my property.

Miranda and Gordo held each other, gently kissing on the couch in Gordo's living room.

Neither of them wanted to let go.

It would have been nice if they hadn't wanted to let go because it was so romantic or because they were enjoying it so much. They were enjoying it but there were other reasons neither of them wanted to break apart. There were other reasons neither of them wanted to face each other right now. There were issues that they would rather ignore for the moment. They wanted to just live in the moment, relish it but both of them had thought eating away at the back of their minds.

Suddenly both Miranda and Gordo jumped back and away from each other like a lighting strike had hit them right down the middle, leaving them at either end of the couch.

The sound of the phone had startled them so much that they could feel their hearts thumping through their chests. Miranda and Gordo found themselves holding their hearts and staring at each other. It was almost as if they thought this was death calling to tell them their time was up. No it wasn't death they feared on the phone it was something worse.

Miranda shot to her feet.

"I better get going."

Gordo stood up too and headed for the phone.

Just wait. Okay? It mightn't be..."

Miranda and Gordo stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment. It was a horrible feeling to be hoping that it wasn't your best friend on the phone. Something felt off at the fact that they were both afraid that if they picked up the phone they would hear the voice of their other best friend.

What were they going to tell Lizzie? There it was . There was the thought that had been eating away at the back of both their minds. What were they going to tell Lizzie? Now the question couldn't be hidden at the back of their minds. Now they were forced to face it.

Gordo picked up the phone while Miranda paced nervously back and forth in front of Gordo.

"Hello"

Miranda spun around and watched Gordo intently.

"Oh... Hi Mom. Yeah, I'm okay."

Miranda let out a loud sigh and sunk down onto the couch, half listening to the rest of Gordo's conversation with his mother.

The problem was that now Miranda couldn't get Lizzie out of her mind. What were they going to tell Lizzie? What was going on with her and Gordo? How were they going to explain this to Lizzie? How would Lizzie react? Lizzie liked Gordo...Miranda had been sure of that. What had she done? What was she going to do? This was quite the mess she had gotten herself into. Her head spun with all the questions floting around in there. She had set out to get Lizzie and Gordo together and now...now she was just confused.

Gordo put down the phone and looked at Miranda. He could see the anxious look on her face and started to worry.

"It was my mom on the phone..."

Miranda didn't react to what Gordo said but continued to stare blankly in front of her, lost in her thoughts.

"She just wanted to know to let me know that her and dad would be home a little late...Are you okay? Do you want to talk...?

Miranda stood up again.

"I've got to go."

"But Miranda. I think we need to talk..."

"I know. We do. But not right now. Please, I've just got to go."

Miranda headed for the door and Gordo quickly followed her gently turning her by the shoulder.

"But..."

Gordo wanted to stop Miranda from leaving. He wanted to talk with Miranda right now but he could see in her eyes that he wasn't going to win. She was leaving and there was nothing he could do to stop her. She could be stubborn like that.

"I need to think Gordo. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"But what about..."

"Tomorrow. Gordo. I promise tomorrow."

Gordo and Miranda looked at each other for a moment and contemplated a goodbye kiss. Gordo began to lean in but Miranda simply whispered a goodbye and turned away leaving Gordo alone in the doorway.

Gordo closed the door and went back into the living room to gather up his film equilpment. Gordo brought all is stuff up to his room feeling more confused than ever.

Not too far away, an anxious Lizzie sat on her bed staring at a photo of her and her two best friends. Why hadn't she heard from either of them?

Lizzie kept finding herself focusing on the image of Gordo. What was she going to do about Gordo? Gordo her best friend. Gordo her... What? That was the problem. She needed to reevaluate her relationship with Gordo. She couldn't look at him simply as her friend now, not that her eyes had been opened to how special he really was. She needed her friends now more than ever. She needed Miranda. Miranda could help her figure out what to do about Gordo...

Lizzie flopped backwards onto her bed and hoped that one of her friends would call her soon.

Little did Lizzie know that her friends at that very moment would have been found in very similar situations as herself. Both Miranda and Gordo were lying on there beds with their eyes wide open wondering about what was going on in their lifes and what they were going to do next about it.

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