A/N: Hey! sorry I havn't updated lately but I've been trying to finish my other storys too. Plus I was recently in Rome for a week or so and my mom wouldn't let me take my laptop. Anywho, hope you like this chap. Mel
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Chapter 8: The Date Part 2

GORDO's POV

Gordo and Miranda walked into the club still hand in hand. It didn't feel so akward anymore, like, holding your sisters hand. He scanned the room until he caught sight of Lizzie. She looks beautiful tonight. What am I thinking? She always looks beautiful," he thought. "Gordo, look, Cory is on stage," Miranda said in his ear over all the noise. Gordo looked up, and sure enough Cory was standing stage playing his guitar. He felt something seize at his heart. How could he ever compete with that? Cory had his own band and he had a bookcase full of home movies.

"Gordo, Gordo look, their dancing," Miranda said. Gordo looked up and saw Lizzie and Cory make their way into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor. "Come on," Gordo said pulling Miranda into the dance floor, keeping an eye on Lizzie so he wouldn't lose her. It was a slow song so he put his hands on Miranda's waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

All the while Gordo made sure his eyes never left Lizzie. He felt Miranda shiver and his eyes briefly left Lizzie, "Are you cold?" he asked. She shook her head letting her hair cover her face. When his eyes wandered back up to Lizzie, he saw a tear glistening on her cheek. Without thinking, he followed his first instinct and started to rush over to her. That jerk better not of hurt her, he thought referring to Cory. He was just a few feet away when he felt someone pull back on his shirt, pulling him back and out of Lizzie's sight. "What are you doing?" he hissed to Miranda.

"Gordo! What did you think you were doing? I just saved your butt back there. Do you know how mad she would have been if she saw you spying on her?" she hissed back at him. "How mad?" he said smartly. "Do you remember when you caught me and Lizzie spying on you and Brooke?" she said. "Oh," he realized while Miranda nodded her head.

"Oh, there leaving," Miranda said grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door. They walked outside and saw Cory hand Lizzie a motercycle helmet. "She can't get on that thing it's too dangerous," he said watching her closely. "Gordo, if you think about it, just walking down the street is dangerous these days," Miranda shrugged still watching them.

Gordo watched helplessly as Lizzie climbed onto the motercycle and sped off down the street with Cory. "Come on, we gotta follow them," he said running after them. "Wait up!" Miranda said trying to run in her high shoes. Luckily she got to the street light in time to stop Gordo from making a mad dash in front of moving traffic. "But we'll lose them," he complained as she grabbed onto the back of his shirt to hold him back.

"Gordo, I don't think Lizzie would won't to go out with roadkill. And that's just what you would've been if I didn't stop you," she said pounding on the button on the side of the light pole. (A/N: U know those little buttons U push 2 turn the light green.) They ran (or at least Gordo did) until they found Cory's motercycle in front of the Holy Rigotoni.

Gordo practically dragged Miranda through the doors and up to the front desk. "Good evening, welcome to the Holy Rigotoni. Do you have reservations?" said a cheerful lady from behind the counter in a french accent. "Um, not really," Miranda said uneasidly since Gordo was too busy watching Lizzie.

"Oh," the waitress said, her mood suddenly turning ugly. "Well, lucky for you we have an empty seat," she said losing her accent and leading them to an empty table that was only a few yards away from Lizzie's table. "What happened to your accent?" Miranda asked as they sat down. The waiteress just eyed her and walked off. Gordo sat so that he could look straight at Lizzie with Miranda across from him.

Gordo sat watching Lizzie the whole time not moving or even agnologing that Miranda was sitting in front of him. "Gordo, this is boring. They're not doing anything, let's just leave," Miranda said after finishing her food and paying the bill.

"Ya, but, Miranda, that's what they want us to do. Give up and leave," Gordo said never taking his eyes off Lizzie. "Oh, come one, Gordo! They don't even know were stinkin here!" Miranda said finally fed up and storming out of the restraunt.

"Hey, hey, hey, come back here," Gordo said running after her, "What's wrong with you?" he asked walking after Miranda who was walking heatidly down the street. "What's wrong with me?" Miranda asked in disbelief, "Gordo, all I hear about from you is Lizzie this and Lizzie that. Admit it Gordo, she's all you care about, all you ever think about. Gordo, don't you see? She doesn't even know you exist! She would hurt you Gordo! The minute some cute guy came around, she would break your heart! And then when that guy dumped her she would go crying to you and you would welcome her with open arms, letting her come in, give you that little glimmer of hope and then break your heart again. Wouldn't you?

"Gordo, I'm right here," she said, her voice getting softer, "Gordo, I wont hurt you like she would," she said stepping closer to him, "Gordo, we could be happy." With that she kissed him. Gordo just stood there in shock waiting for this torture to end. Finally she pulled away and looked up into his eyes.

"Miranda, I-I can't," he said quietly, "I'm in love with Lizzie, I'm sorry." Miranda's eyes welled up with tears and she ran down the street and home. While Gordo stood on the street, waiting for something that would never come.