It was eleven PM. A mere two hours ago Gordo had the bright idea to get himself drunk and yell at Lizzie, when it was his mess not hers. He was the one who had made the mistake of cheating on his girlfriend, telling his mistress he wanted to be with her, then changing his mind again when his girlfriend showed a more sexy side of herself.

He kicked the dirt in his path as he walked across a park, attempting to warm himself up by rubbing his arms. He decided to stop at a swing and sat down carefully, making sure not to fall off.

"There we go, good swing…" he said aloud to himself as the swing obeyed his wish to sit down. With his luck tonight, the swing was likely to come alive and kick his ass for being such an asshole. But swings can't come alive, so Gordo was at least fortunate tonight.

He pushed himself back and swung slowly, kicking the ground here and there to continue the motion. He was staring at the ground when she took the swing next to him. Her brown hair shined in the moonlight as she swayed in the swing at a pace of her own. She smiled weakly at him, she had known something was up but couldn't figure it out before. It only took a drunken Gordo to find out, a Gordo that was nothing like his high school self. But right now, at his favourite destination: a deserted park, his old self, vulnerability and all, shone through.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered to him, breaking the comfortable silence they had become accustomed to over the years. Though it'd been a year since they last saw each other, they could still fall back into old habits.

He looked at her through wide eyes then focused on the ground beside him, beside her to be exact. "I'm an idiot,"

"I could have told you that," she whispered back with a slight amusement to her voice.

He smiled at her ice breaker; she always knew how to make an awkward situation…well…not awkward. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I really shouldn't have," he said after a long pause.

She smiled at his drunken sincerity, the alcohol hadn't been subdued, but he was still being serious. "Why didn't you tell me before about you and Kate?" she asked suddenly curious about his lack of friendship over the year.

"We weren't speaking- I couldn't exactly tell you-," he said, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"You didn't let me finish. Why didn't you tell me about Kate in high school?" a sudden hurt came into her usually understanding eyes as she sat on the swing- fully vulnerable to any answer he could muster.

"Because then I would have lost you." He said simply and switched his eyes to the ground.

"But then, you dumped me because I wouldn't have sex with you. Gordo, if you had Kate, why didn't you just dump me then?" a tear strolled down her cheek at the painful memory of her break up with Gordo. It had taken her the entire summer to forget about David Gordon- but the harder she tried to forget the more she remembered.

This had struck a chord in Gordo's guilt. He was a cheater- and he didn't seem to be able to stop this vicious cycle he'd started. Kate was his comfort- his resort for passion and fury. Yet Lizzie was his best friend, his soul mate. Why did he suddenly decide to break up with her- and why didn't he just go with Kate then and there?

"I don't know Lizzie…I don't know," he sad sadly and stopped swinging. Lizzie also stopped her swing in an attempt to help him in his new trouble.

"You know she still loves you. She never stopped. Andrea I mean," Lizzie fiddled with her fingers as she said the words. She couldn't understand how Andrea could still love him, but decided to help her best friend anyways.

"I know which is why I feel so horrible. Maybe this was an attempt to end my relationship- yet she's signing herself up for a double dose of hurt. I can't do this to her, she shouldn't do this to herself,"

Gordo looked down at the ground, and then focused up on the night sky. The moon to be exact. He felt like the moon- always changing, never constant. Like a routine that continued to repeat, he couldn't stop his behavior.

"Gordo, why don't you just grow up for once and choose. Choose the one who makes you the most happy, the one you can't live without," Lizzie said with frustrating dripping from her voice. She was standing now, fist clenched around the metal chain of the swing, hovering over him angrily.

"But if I choose, I can't have what I really want, who I can't live without," he replied honestly, focusing on the tumultuous blue eyes above him.

"Why Gordo, it's a choice between Kate and Andrea who both want you," she screamed at him, stepping closer to him angrily.

"Because you are the one I can't live with out," he whispered but Lizzie heard him. She just sat down in the swing beside him keeping herself silent and reflecting on his hard hitting words.

Gordo observed her under the moonlight. Her delicate brown hair shone out amongst her bright clothing- a yellow halter top and dark denim jeans. She looked cold but had stayed anyways. He just watched her until she spoke again.

"You can't keep doing this to me Gordo. You can't want me, then not, and then want me again. It can't keep happening. I don't love you anymore, I don't. You can live without me and you have. You've moved on with Andrea and Kate. Although that's actually a really weird way to move on, you have," she paused to look into his glowing eyes. She could see he was hurt, yet understanding, "Just stop going back to the past. Move on, move forward and choose. It's Andrea and Kate who love you, not me," she stood up and started back on her journey to the apartment.

He watched her walk away until she was a mere speck in the distance. He knew she was right. He knew he had lived without her, but he didn't want to. He wanted Lizzie more than anything, but he obviously wasn't showing these feelings. She was engaged now, she loved someone else. And maybe she was his soul mate, but that didn't mean that they had to be in love.

They had a platonic love- well she had a platonic love for him. She could never love him again, not after what he'd done to her. He would make it up to her someday. But not today, he had other pressing matters: who to choose in the battle between Kate and Andrea.

There must have been a reason he kept coming to Kate, when he needed her in times of desperation. He had run from Andrea to Kate- why was he doing that.

But then there was the matter of Andrea who loved him even though he'd been cheating on her. She loved him a lot, probably willing to marry him even. But he couldn't keep a relationship going with a girl who trusted him so blindly. Or maybe she wasn't blind- she had known about Kate. How was he going to choose between someone from his past that he kept coming back to and someone from his future that he worked with?

He stood up, determined to confront everyone at the apartment. He would just have to decide- he would just have to choose once and for all. He wandered back to the apartment and made his way to the door. Hesitantly he opened it to see a crowd of laughing people- they were laughing despite his drunken confessions.

He slipped in unnoticed and tried to see where the humor was. He peered in the direction they were looking and noticed they were laughing at memories, even Andrea, of the last visit they had in California.

He had to do it, now, before he backed down and cowered. "Hi everyone," he said meekly as the group's eyes fell on him. They dropped the photo album on the table and turned their bodies. Kate looked a little pissed, Andrea looked sad. He had been the culprit of those emotions. He had made them feel worthless and used. And he was the one who was going to change that.

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier," he announced, "I was stupid and I hope you can all forgive me," he finished and shifted his eyes to the floor.

Logan approached him first and told him no hard feelings. Ethan and Parker joked about how he could have ruined the wedding. Miranda threatened him to try that again and die, while Lance pulled her away. Lizzie was next. She was the most understanding. She approached him and gave him a swelling hug.

"I hope you've decided, because I don't think these girls can take this anymore," she whispered in his ear and left him with a soft smile.

The hard part came next, facing the two girls in his life, the two girls which both didn't look very happy with him at the moment. But he couldn't blame them, he hated himself for putting them both through this. He wasn't even sure how he was going to tell them, how he was actually going to break the news that he wanted one more than the other.

"Kate," he said softly and she approached him slowly, unsure of what he had to say.

"Gordo," she replied hesitantly.

"I'm sorry,"

"So I've heard," she said sternly. She wasn't in the mood for his games today, she knew what he wanted and he had better just spit it out before she burst.

"You know I love you right?" he asked unsure of how to tell her.

"Yeah," she smiled thinking that the worst had past. Gordo had chosen her.

"Then you also know that I can't live without you-," he paused as she threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh Gordo," she cried.

"…as a friend," he whispered in her ear. She pulled back slowly registering what he just said. The smile dripped from her lips and turned into a sad frown.

She walked away slowly and maybe even out of his life forever. He remembers the swing of her hair as she left the apartment and went into the dark streets. He would have followed her but he had something he had to do. He had to tell Andrea.

On cue, she approached him with a sad smile on her face. A smile of happiness and disappointment all in one.

"I thought you'd choose her," she said as her eyes focused on the ground between them.

"Yeah, so did I Andrea so did I." he looked over his shoulder at the closed door and sighed heavily returning to Andrea's confused face.

"I love you," she whispered as she pulled him into a hug.

"Yeah, me too…" he couldn't bring himself to say the words when he really didn't. But the thing was, Andrea was his partner, they just fit together. They worked together and lived together. He couldn't give that up to an uncertain future with Kate. He had to go for old reliable, and that was what he did, because he was old reliable himself. Two old reliables' must make a match. Don't they?