Not really sure where this one came from, an image of Gordo watching Lizzie getting married to someone else popped into my head and it just kinda took off. It originally was a long one-shot but I decided to break it up into three parts to make it easier to read.

A little update…The Sixth Fairytale story, or as its being called now, my epic (lol), is progressing slowly and I really have no idea when it could be finished but I am trying to work on it in between work and my other story ideas.

Disclaimer – Disney owns Lizzie McGuire.

A/N – "Thoughts" , Gordo and Miranda are 24.

Part 1 – Never Just Innocent Flirting

Gordo sat at a table in the Claymore Hotel's reception hall. As he nursed a rum and coke, he watched the brand new Mrs. Thomas Crane dance with her new husband in the middle of the dance floor. He kept looking at the huge smile that was etched on her face.

He had moved on, but deep down, he had never really completely let go. There was always that hope deep down, that they would get back together but that was no longer the case. She had just gotten married and was beyond extremely happy. He just wanted her to be happy and if that was with someone else, so be it. But it was still hard seeing her dressed in that wedding gown, her blonde hair practically sparkling, and her laughter ringing in his ears as she smiled at another man. "I will always love you Liz, even if it's just as a best friend."

Taking another sip of his drink, he slowly let his eyes wonder around the hall. He saw Mr. Crane and McGuire dancing with their respective spouses. With a small snicker, he grinned as he watched Matt stumbling over Melina as they tried to slow dance. He chuckled under his breath as he watched Melina slap her boyfriend in the shoulder and snap at him softly for stepping on her toes.

Looking at the other couples, Larry and his fiancée, Sara Claugen, and of course the eternal on and off couple, Kate and Ethan. He saw his parents, the Sanchezs, and he recognized a few of Lizzie's relatives but the rest he assumed were guests of Tom's. After sighing softly, he noticed that someone was missing. "Where is she?" he thought as he looked around the room again. "I mean it's hard to miss her in that maid of honor's dress."

A voice from behind him cut his search short, "Hey sourpuss."

Gordo glanced over his shoulder at her, "Nice dress," he shot back with a smirk.

"Bite me," Miranda said as she sat down next to him with a drink of her own. Lizzie was wearing the traditional white wedding dress, the bridesmaids got to wear blue dresses, but she somehow got stuck with a sky blue gown that didn't really look good on her, at least in her opinion. Kicking off her heels and adjusting the toes of her nude stockings, she sighed as she finally felt her feet stopping hurting.

"Where's your date?" he teased. Tom's brother, Mark, had accompanied Miranda to the wedding mainly because she was the maid of honor and he was the best man.

Miranda groaned and took a big gulp of her drink, "Don't know, don't care. I don't know what's worse, the dress or him."

"Him," Gordo said matter of factly. Miranda looked at him with an arched eyebrow and he smiled softly back. "Even this dress can't hide how beautiful you are."

Rolling her eyes, she laughed softly, "You're full of it." She then looked over at him with small grin, "But thanks."

"That's what I'm here for."

Miranda looked at him, "I thought you were over Liz. I mean, I knew it would be hard for you to see and deal with this but,"

He cut her off, "Its not that. I am over Lizzie. Its just…actually experiencing it. I'm over Lizzie and I've moved on but its just deep down, there was always a little hope we would get back together. And its just hard having the last bit of hope quashed."

"Come on David. You'll find someone," Miranda said before finishing off her drink.

"What was that and how did you finish it in three gulps?" Gordo asked with a smirk as he finished his own drink.

"Tequila sunrise and I needed something to dull the pain in my head," she said sighing softly as she ran hand through her hair. "You?"

Holding up the empty cup, "Rum and coke. Just something to put me in a nice little haze."

Miranda started giggling and soon both were laughing at themselves. "You want another drink?" she asked as she started to get up.

"Yea," he said and grabbed her shoulder, "I'll get it." A minute later, Gordo returned with two cups of beer. "I figure if we're going to get hazy, should use the free stuff."

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Thanks." Miranda took a sip and grimaced a little, "And now we know why it's free." They both started laughing again.

"Yea but its still better than ten bucks a drink," Gordo shot back. Casually looking at her, he felt something new. He always thought Miranda was pretty but he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in his system or just something he was finally letting himself notice. At the moment, to him atleast, she looked gorgeous. It wasn't just that she was dressed up and had makeup but it was kinda like she had this natural beauty. The way her tanned skin made her black eyes stand out and how her dark brown hair seemed to beautifully frame her face. He wouldn't admit it but he loved how her eyes would almost dance when she was happy and how they had this small sparkle when she was up to something.

Miranda glanced over at him, "What?" His stare made her feel uncomfortable but the thought to look away never crossed her mind.

"I…uh…nothing," Gordo said fumbling over his words. "Would you like to dance?"

"You wanna dance?" she asked in disbelief and Gordo shrugged. "Sure," she said. As she grabbed one of her heels to put them back on, it slipped out of her hand and rolled a little ways away. "Damn it," Miranda muttered under her breath and then watched Gordo pick it up. "Pull yourself together girl," she told herself, trying to ignore the tightness that was forming in her stomach.

"You dropped this," Gordo said with a smirk as he handed the shoe back to her.

"Thanks," Miranda said avoiding eye contact and quickly putting the shoe on. Letting out a deep breath, she took the hand Gordo offered her and they walked out onto the dance floor.

As they awkwardly held each other, in a strange and confusing way, it felt right. As they started to try to dance, they end up crashing into each other. Laughing nervously, they both grinned at each other and stepping closer a little, Miranda wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You lead," she teased but her words had a bit of deeper meaning. Miranda hated being a follower and always had to lead or be in control of something, but giving that control to someone else was something that made her uncomfortable and rarely did.

Slowly getting into a comfortable rhythm, Miranda started feeling a pull to him. She looked intently at him for a moment, with his wild, dark curly hair and soft blue eyes, he had this look like one of those poets who would analyze and ponder the meaning of things and the way the universe worked. She really liked how his eyes would change shades of blue depending on his feelings. They would go a sharp clear blue when he was happy and a very soft shade when he was upset, giving him this little lost boy quality. As she stared at his eyes, she saw they were a very clear blue. She suddenly had the urge to run her hands through the mess of dark curls on top of his head.

Moving with out really thinking, she stepped closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Gordo responded on instinct, shifting his body to bring her in so they were barely apart and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. At the moment, neither of their bodies were listening to their brains, instead only acting on how good it felt to be this close to each other.

As they danced, a few feet away Lizzie was dancing with Tom. Briefly breaking the gaze with her new husband, she casually looked around and when she spotted Miranda and Gordo, a small smirk tugged at her lips. "They look so cute together," she mumbled under her breath.

"Something wrong?" Tom asked her.

Lizzie chuckled softly and shook her head, "Nothing's wrong. In fact, everything's perfect," she said to him as she gave her two best friends one final look. Lizzie wanted her friends to be as happy as she was, especially Gordo. What made it even better, and what she had secretly hoped for, was that they would find it in each other. There had always been something between them but until college, the Lizzie and Gordo relationship had always overshadowed it.

A few months after Gordo and her broke up in college, Lizzie was one of the first to really start to notice the something between Miranda and him. She knew Miranda would never intentionally go after Gordo, especially right after she just broke up with him, but it was hard not to notice the heat building between them. Then senior year in college, the heat started producing sparks much like the display in front of her now.

Once Lizzie really got past the pain of the breakup, she wanted Gordo to be happy, but also, she wanted him to be happy with someone who she agreed with. She couldn't think of anyone better to take care of him and love him than Miranda.