Hello out there! I know it's been a few days since I last updated but I had a really hectic week back and no time for anything but work. I hope no one will leave me, you guys are great and I couldn't have gotten this far without you. A shout out to my best buds in no particular order: Leah, for reading this and not complaining when I push you, Lynz, for leaving reviews that keep me going, and Brianna, for always supporting my writing and pushing me to do better. Thanks you guys, I'll love you til the end. Anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 10: Intuition

Miranda woke up that morning feeling very strange. She went down to the kitchen in her abuela's house to find her mother and grandmother making breakfast.

Miranda's mom: Hi, sweetie, did you sleep well?

M: I barely slept a wink. I don't know what's going on. It was like about 7 last night I think, I felt like someone had come up to me and pushed me down. It's hard to explain, but it was like I knew something bad was happening but I can't figure out what.

MM: Maybe you inherited my keen intuition. Maybe something bad is happening somewhere else. And if that's the case then there's nothing you can do about it. Just try not to worry about it and maybe the answer will come to you. Yeah, I guess you're right.

MM: It'll be another 20 minutes until we finish making breakfast, why don't you go get dressed?

M: Sounds good, I'll be back in 20, maybe I'll check my e-mail too.

Miranda went up to her room, got dressed and sat down to check her e-mail. One new item was particularly interesting.

MT: I usually don't send forwards on, no one likes getting them anymore, but for some reason I can't seem to delete this one. It's not particularly profound or anything. Something's telling me to send it.

She hit and the screen changed. When looking through her contacts she found herself only wanting to send it to Lizzie and Gordo. She had other friends whom she normally sent stuff to but none of them seemed right.

Meanwhile back in Hillridge, Lizzie and Gordo were sound asleep in their beds after long hours of restless existence. Eventually they both woke up ready to start the day when they remembered what had taken place the night before.

LT: What am I going to do? Just never speak to Gordo again? I have to fix this, but how? Maybe some time apart will help. I don't know how, but...argh. I'm so confused. And now because I'm not exactly on the best terms with Gordo I have nothing to do today. Not that I really feel like doing anything. I don't know, I need to think.

And think she did. She just stayed in bed thinking; thinking about what had happened, thinking about what she had said, thinking about how much this was killing her.

LT: Other than the fact that I know this is really bad, I can't figure out why this is killing me so much. I mean I've spent time away from Gordo before, why is today any different?

Gordo too was spending most of his time thinking. He wasn't the type to stay in bed when he was depressed, he instead did mindless chores to keep himself occupied.

GT: I don't know what to do. I can't just leave Lizzie, I love her. And yet I can't stand waiting around and pretending anymore. What can I do? I already told her I love her and she pushed me away. God, I don't know.

It was around three in the afternoon when Gordo had run out of things to do and Lizzie had grown tired of lying in bed. They both found themselves feeling an inexplicable urge to check their e-mail. At the same time they both went to their computers and signed in. They both had only one new piece of e-mail, the one from Miranda. They both opened it and read:

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most? Saying something and wishing you hadn't or saying nothing and wishing you had? I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart. If you don't, you might break theirs. Have you ever decided not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all. Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid, afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had. What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say goodbye? What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there? What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never get to tell them how you felt? (Even if it is that you don't care anymore.) What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them? What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them? People live, but people die. And I want to tell you that you are a friend. If you died tomorrow, God forbid, you would be in my heart. Would I be in yours?

LT GT: OH, MY GOD! How did Miranda know to send this, this e-mail that says exactly what I'm feeling?

GT: No matter what she does to me I'll always love her. And even though I told her that I love her, this e-mail's right, I need to be willing to risk it all. I know now that she's worth it. If I go back to her, yes, I have to pretend, but if I let her go, I lose everything, because she is everything to me. She was right, friendship is more important. I have to go tell her.

LT: Is that what I've done? I've gone against what my heart is telling me? He has always been sweet to me, never cruel, he tells me he loves me and I break his heart. How could I do that? I'm a horrible, horrible person. This e-mail's right, I hurt so much because I wish I hadn't said all those terrible things to him, but I also hurt because of what I didn't say. And I'm not sure what hurts the most. I only know that I have to tell him. All night I kept thinking that I have to fix this, and now I know how. I have to tell him that I love him too.

At that exact moment, both Lizzie and Gordo ran out of their respective rooms, out onto their balcony, stopping just short of hitting each other.

L: Gordo, I-

G: Lizzie, I-

They looked at each other with sad, sorry faces.

L: Let me go first.

G: No, Lizzie, I have to go first.

When she didn't say anything he went on.

G: Lizzie, I can't bear to lose you. I'll do whatever I have to to keep you in my life. I'll pretend, I'll suppress my feelings, whatever it takes.

L: Gordo, that's what I'm trying to tell you. You don't have to do that.

G: (Cutting in) Yes, yes, I do, if I want to have you in my life, I have to do this and I want to do this.

L: No, no Gordo you don't. I don't want to pretend anymore either. I'm tired of being scared and I'm tired of hurting and I'm tired of suppressing what my heart is telling me.

G: What are you trying to say?

L: I'm trying to say that, well, I'm trying to tell you that. (Takes a deep breath) Gordo, I, I love you too.

I hope you guys loved this chapter. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going next so it might have to wait until at least Thursday depending on if I have a final on Friday, which I don't expect. Anyways, REVIEW for me, and I'll love you forever. Wish me luck for finals and hope that I get some really good ideas for this. Laterz.