A/N: I realize that some of you were a about this. So let me clear it up for you: Lizzie wanted to know what would happen if her and Gordo had never met, what would have happened if they had met in the middle of their lives (10th grade) instead of when they were babies. She wanted to know if they would have still fallen in love. So she's sent into this weird AU where her and Gordo never met and everything's screwed up. I also realize that some of you didn't like my sequel, so I'm sorry. A lot of you wanted this to be a dream so I'm afraid youll be disappointed! I figured this was a crappy sequel but my brains been frozen from this stupid weather so, ya. Anywho, I think I lost about all my e rs with this stupid sequel. But if you don't like it, can you please read my other crappy story, Of Jealousy and Love, I lost a lot of my reviewers on that too.

Tonyboy: Ahh! Why do you keep giving me great ideas! I luv the whole "this was all a dream thing." But that's not how it's gonna go! Cry cry tear tear. Now I really want to do that idea! Ugh! That's not cool. ( But I WILL watch WSS as soon as I possibly can, it sounds like a good movie.

Chapter 2: Losing Touch with Reality

"Miranda, you're kidding right? This is just some big joke," I said with a forced laugh. What was she talking about? Not being a senior, yeah right. "Lizzie, why would I joke like that?" she asked.

I shook my head and looked around. "Where's Gordo?" I inquired, "Maybe he knows what's up with you."

"Um, Liz, who's Gordo?" Miranda said raising an eyebrow at me. "He's my boyfriend and our best friend since like, forever," I stated still looking down the halls, "and since when do you call me 'Liz'? Gordo gave me the nickname Lizzie when we were two. You haven't called me anything else in my life."

Though Miranda seemed to be temporarily occupied as she gazed down the hall over my shoulder. "Hottie alert," she said with a smile curling at the corners of her lips.

I followed her gaze and to my revolting surprise, I saw Gordo putting books into his locker. "Excuse me!" I exclaimed, "that's my guy you're goggling at!" Miranda looked taken back. "I saw him first," she said stubbornly.

"What the heck are you talking about? I've known him since I was like, one! You've only known him since kindergarten!" I argued.

"What am I talking about? What are you talking about? I've never seen him in my life! He's a new kid," she said raising an eyebrow at me. "New kid?" I breathed, "Miranda knock this out. You're freaking me out."

I walked over to Gordo and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He seemed shorter for some reason, despite his growth spurt in eleventh grade. "Hey, sweetie," I said, "Miranda's playing some kind of weird joke on me. She says were still in tenth grade."

He turned and looked at me strangely, like he had never seen me before. "Um, hi?" he said unsurely. "Gordo, I haven't felt the baby move yet today either," I whispered, "here, feel."

I took his hand and slid it under my shirt. His eyes grew wide and never left my stomach. He looked shocked that I was doing this. "See," I said, "its not moving, Gordo. I'm scared."

"Um, I don't know who you think I am, but my names not Gordo, I've never seen you before," he said withdrawing his hand from my stomach.

My whole body went numb and I stared at hm. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I whispered alarmed. "I don't know who you are, or who you think I am," he repeated softly, "but my parents are psychiatrists, maybe you should visit them sometime."

"Y-you're Gordo. The father of my child, David Zephyr Gordon," I said gripping his arm. He frowned at me, "Yes, that's my name, David Gordon, I don't know where you got Gordo," he said slowly, "but listen, I don't know who you are, or how you know my name. But I know that I never met you before, and I'm not the father of your baby."

"Gordo," I pleaded, "Gordo, if this is a joke it's not funny. Please, tell me it's just a joke." Silent tears began to stream down my cheeks and I shook my head. "I-I'm sorry, I really am," he said before walking off.

"No, please wait!" I said stopping him. He turned to look at me. There was reluctance in his eyes as they darted towards what I assumed to be his classroom. "Look in my eyes and tell me you've never met or been with me in your life," I demanded. Every time he played some sort of trick on me, he could never look in my eyes and lie without cracking a smile. I knew he would crack and all my worry's would melt away when he smiled and kissed me in apology for sending me through such worry.

He looked me firmly in the eyes and swallowed. Shaking his head he finally said those words, "I swear, I've never met or been with you in my life." Without one look back, he walked away and disappeared through the door.

My whole body felt numb as I stared blankly ahead. The people swarmed around me, not noticing the girl with the broken smile.

"I am so trying out for the part of Juliet," Kate said stalking past me, "and maybe I can convince the new guy to be my Romeo."

I noticed the familiar bright green flyer in her hands and grabbed it from her. "Hey, Lozzie, what was that for?" she snarled.

"Romeo and Juliet," I whispered to myself. This couldn't be, it was too weird. There was no possible way this could happen. And at that moment, I realized that all sense of reality had just slipped away.