The kiss was deep, so deep that Lizzie was afraid it would be their last. Finally, with frustration, she pulled away hoping to stop his crazy feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked dumbly, obviously knowing the reason. He just had to ask stupid questions which would upset her in the end.

"What do you mean what's wrong? Everything is wrong- you're leaving me!" she screamed causing stares to turn her way. She didn't care, she did have a reason to be mad and didn't care that people noticed it.

"But I can change that- come with me!" he said happily entwining his fingers with her own. This seemed to lighten her mood as she stepped back dumbfounded.

"What?" she asked thinking she'd heard him wrong.

"I said come with me- you can transfer, we can get an apartment together- you can do your music thing to," he said happily but his smile faded when her expression of sadness didn't change.

"I can't go with you- how can I? My parents like you and all, but they won't let me move in with you- or transfer all the way to New York for that matter! What are you psycho?" she whispered sitting back on the bar stool in his kitchen.

"Listen, I'll talk to your folks. Besides you're old enough to make your own decisions, they can't stop you," he smiled giving her some hope.

"They'll stop paying for my college- and there's the matter of me transferring- I don't know Logan," she doubted herself for thinking about leaving everything she had for him. What if he left her while they lived in New York? Her move would have been useless.

"Lizzie- if I make it, no, when I make it, I'll pay for you to stay in college!" he cooed in her ear lovingly and gave her a gentle kiss.

"That all sounds great now, but we'd be leaving everything and everyone we love behind. We'll struggle and who knows if we can even make it in New York? We still have to get an apartment, I'll need a job, I need to transfer- how am I supposed to transfer- my courses are about to begin and I'll come after they start," she began to ramble which he merely wrapped his arms around her in response.

"Lizzie, don't worry so much- take a chance. You can take one semester off and we can both work so we have money to stay. Then next year, you can start again. Just get your parents to cancel the tuition for this semester. Liz, we'll have so much fun living together- trust me!" Logan was obviously happy.

Lizzie did love Logan, but she wasn't sure if she could really take the next step and move to a completely different state, leave her family and room-mates behind. Her parents were not going to like the idea of her moving. Maybe she'd run it by them, see what they thought and decide based on what they told her. Yeah, that's what she'd do- at least then she'd know whether or not moving in with Logan was a good idea- or would she?...

"This shot is all wrong Andrea- it looks terrible. The lighting doesn't work, the actors aren't what I was looking for- I can't deal with this right now!" Gordo shouted to his girlfriend of almost a year and a half. He loved her, and she knew that, it was just, sometimes the frustration of directing with her made him crazy.

"Lighten up David, we can re-shoot the scene, it's not the end of the world," she said soothingly, rubbing his back lightly to calm him down.

"No, I just need to get out of here!" he stormed out of the small studio they lived in and took a walk down into the dirty streets.

"Okay, we'll take this again tomorrow- sorry about him guys, he just gets crazy sometimes," Andrea apologized to the crew, throwing a look of concern as Gordo stormed away.

-&-

Gordo hadn't gotten far before he felt someone grab him by the arm. He shot around looking for the culprit to find a surprised Andrea staring back at him.

"I want to be alone," he said through gritted teeth and turned around.

"Not this time David! You've been getting frustrated a lot lately, what's wrong?" Andrea had spun him around, placing her warm hand to his cheek to hopefully sooth him some more.

"Nothing- I just, nothing," he looked down at the ground and played with the light frosting of snow that had tumbled to the streets.

"Tell me David," she pleaded holding him to avoid his turning around again.

"I can't take this project- it's not right. There's something wrong with the direction you're taking it Andrea- suffice it to say, this movie sucks," he said downright honest. A look of hurt shot through her eyes and he immediately regretted ever telling her the movie sucked. He recalled the last time someone had reviewed his movie poorly- he locked himself in the editing room until he fixed every last detail.

A silent tear rolled down her cheek as her head drooped slowly. "Well David, if that's what you think of my directing, then I'd like a full explanation of what it lacks," she tensed up and crossed her arms to her chest- a move she always did when frustration had taken over her.

"This is not the place or time," he said immediately turning away from her.

"You started this David; you finish it here and tell me what's wrong with my film!" Andrea demanded almost screaming.

"Fine Andrea, fine. You get what you asked for: the actors are shitty, the location isn't right- the movie, oh the movie, it's the same as the last one you made and the script is boring. There's nothing exciting or adventurous, just a boring love tale that makes no sense at all!" he shot back watching the growing anger at his words.

Slowly she backed away from him defeated though her face showed a deep rage," Oh, thank you for your concerns, I must get back to my studio," she answered and ran back into the building.

He felt terrible, he really didn't mean for her to hear all of that from him, especially since it wasn't all true. The acting was shitty, and it was like any other movie she did, but the writing didn't suck, it just lacked focus. Andrea was most touchy about her writing since it had been a passion of hers since she was five. Gordo watched her get into the building but knew he couldn't go in there.

Sure they lived together in the small studio- but he had no means of escape and lately she had been suffocating him. Andrea never knew when to leave him alone and it seemed the only time he wanted to be around her was for sex. Now, this was wrong, and he knew that, but he couldn't help feeling this way. Frustrated, he continued down the streets and walked a ways before entering a small, dingy bar.

The lights were low for five o'clock in the afternoon and the bar smelt of spilt beer. He sat down on a stool at the bar and ordered a large beer. Quickly he slugged it back, just like the following three he would order. The bar tender cut him off after the four and sent him on his way. Only two short hours passed as Gordo wandered the streets, hoping to find somewhere better to go then back into the fight at home.

He stumbled up a set of steps that seemed familiar and pounded on the wooden door. A bubbly blonde answered the door, and seeing him made her smile.

"Gordo, what a surprise, come in we don't have much time," the woman whispered looking around nervously.

"So how long has it been?" he asked slurring.

"Only about two days. What's wrong with you, are you drunk?" she seemed slightly concerned, but this didn't matter to him much.

"I'm not drunk; I just had a few beers. Come on, I want you," he pulled her close to him forcefully which made her smile slyly.

"You know I like it when it's rough!" she squealed and began to unzip his pants.

"Obviously I knew that," he pressed his lips to hers and immediately entered his tongue playfully into her mouth without as much as a warning. Quickly she jumped up, straddling his waist as they slowly backed towards her sofa.

A/N: Oh cliffhanger! Who was the blonde? Hmm I wonder! Review please!