A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This story is a lot of fun to write, although I have no idea when it will end. Thanks for the patience.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lizzie was the first one to wake up the next morning. It was still pretty early, and whn she looked over, she noticed Gordo was still sleeping like a baby. "Finally," she thought as she quietly left the room. One disadvantage about sharing a bed with someone is if they are having trouble sleeping, so are you. Lizzie heard him the night before, tossing and turning and of course, because Lizzie also had the trait of being to analytical couldn't help but wonder if he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about...well her.

Lizzie started the coffee as she checked to see what was in their refrigerator. Everyone was responsible for their own breakfast on this show, although everything was stocked before hand. Lizzie grabbed some yogurt and placed it on the table as she dragged the chair out so she could sit down. She heard the loud noise it made, but didn't care. She wanted Gordo to be up with her, anyway. She was the type of person that preferred people to seclusion. Even though she didn't really date during college, but she still hung out with friends with study groups and everything.

Lizzie sighed as she ate her strawberry yogurt and waited for her coffee. It seemed like Gordo wasn't going to wake up. "He's probably avoiding me," she thought, "because he either really enjoyed last night and would think it was awkward or he hated what happened and would think its awkward."

A few minutes later, the coffee seemed be ready, so she poured herself some coffee and sat back down. She was bored. She was tired of thinking about Gordo so much. She looked around for something to do, but nothing seemed to be there. She looked around the cabinets for something else to eat, but she couldn't find anything...until she found the pancake mix. "That's Gordo's favorite breakfast food," she thought as she suddenly had a flashback of when they were dating and she made him pancakes for his sixteenth birthday. She smiled at the memory and decided, "What the hell. I'm bored," and she found other ingredients and utensils.

Twenty minutes later, Lizzie had successfully made five pancakes, two for her and three for Gordo. She was quite proud of herself for doing this as she generally didn't spend too much time in the kitchen, especially with breakfast. She was getting ready to make the last one for Gordo and as she poured the batter, her middle finger hit the skillet and she jumped, screamed, and dropped the rest of the bowl on the floor, all in a matter of seconds. "Shit," she whispered to herself, looking at her middle finger and putting it to her mouth, "I knew I shouldn't have been doing this."

The next thing she knew, Gordo, in his plaid pajama bottoms and t-shirt had rushed in there, seeming a little out of breath, "What? What happened?" he asked, looking at Lizzie next to the stove, the stove with the skillet, and then the floor, putting it all together, "Aw baby," he said, not fully awake enough to realize what he was saying as he walked over to her and took her hand, "did you burn yourself?"

It was hard for Lizzie to hide her smile as she heard him talk, as it was almost like he was confirming that he did like her. Their faces inches away from each other, Lizzie could observe everything about Gordo's face, including the tiny scar above his mouth that he got when he was four from falling off a tricycle. It made her forget about the pain she was feeling for a few seconds, that is, until she realized what she was doing, "Oh my God!" she said, "The pancake!" she said and she turned around, jerking her hand from Gordo's hold, frantically finding the flip thing so she could turn over the pancakes.

When she turned around, Gordo had disappeared. "Gordo?" she called.

Gordo reappeared, holding up a band-aid. "Here," he said, giving the band aid to Lizzie, "You put that on while I finish this pancake.

"Thanks," Lizzie said, watching Gordo as he turned down the oven, as if he'd made pancakes every single day of his life. He put the pancake on the plate with the other pancakes and handed the plate to Lizzie.

"That's quite a breakfast you have there, Lizzie," he commented, "How long have you been up, anyway?"

"A little over a half an hour," Lizzie said, as she reached for a plate after she put on the bandage, "Here," she said, handing him the plate, "Actually, some of these are for you. I already ate some yogurt, so I'm only going to have two."

Gordo accepted the plate, a little surprised, but he shook it off as he put the plate down, "Thanks. Mind if I have some coffee?"

"Go ahead," Lizzie said, sitting down with her two pancakes and coffee. She held up one of the pancakes and tore a piece off. When Gordo glanced over, he just shook his head and laughed. He used to always make fun of the way Lizzie ate pancakes. She liked them plain, without syrup, and she liked to eat it as if it were a piece of bread.

"So," Gordo said, with coffee in one hand and syrup and silverware in the other as he sat down, "what made you get up so early? I mean it can't be seven-thirty. You have another two and a half hours before we need to be somewhere."

Lizzie shrugged, "I know. I guess I'm used to getting up this early. You can go back to bed if you want."

"Do you work early or something? I mean, does your job require you to wake up early?" As he said that, he realized that he didn't even know what she did as a job.

Lizzie smiled, "Well, right now, I'm unemployed."

"Wow," Gordo said, "No wonder you came here."

Lizzie laughed, "Well, I quit my job as a secretary for a law office about a month ago and I was going to start applying for new jobs, but since this came up, I decided I would deal with all of that when I got back. It's not like I'm in debt or anything."

"Oh, I see," Gordo said, as he took a bite of his pancakes.

"What about you? Are you involved in films or something?"

Gordo shook his head as he yawned, "Nope. I'm in sales."

Lizzie tilted her head "Sales? You mean, like, you work at Sears or something?"

"Nope. Stocks, actually."

"Really?" Lizzie said, sounding surprised, "I would never have guessed."

"Neither would I. I hate my job."

"Is that why you are here? So you can quit?"

"Nope," he said, "I lost a bet."

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah...I should have never bet on sports in the first place. I must have been drunk or something because I really don't remember betting in the first place."

"Well, it's a good thing you did," Lizzie said.

Gordo nearly dropped his fork after he heard what she said, "Excuse me?"

Lizzie blushed slightly. She knew she couldn't get away with saying something like that, "I meant that at least you are sharing this experience with someone you know. I could have been uglier and you could have been more dense."

"Oh," he said, nodding his head.

"Also, I don't want to speak too soon, but I think that you and I are getting along a lot better now. I think we might actually leave this show friends."

Gordo smiled, "Yeah, me too."

"And maybe, as we get more comfortable with each other with this next week or so, situations like last night won't be so awkward." Okay, so she had to throw that in there.

Gordo nodded, but said nothing. He wondered what Lizzie was thinking at that very moment. He was almost finished with his pancakes, which he thought were actually pretty good. Lizzie had already finished hers.

"Lizzie, these are really good pancakes."

Lizzie smiled, thankful that he changed the subject, because she was pretty sure if he kept the silence bit up, she would say something she would regret later, "Thanks. Thanks for the bandage."

Gordo got up after taking his last bite, "I'm going to go shave and take a shower. I'll see you later."

Lizzie nodded as she cleaned up the kitchen. She was not all that surprised when she went into the bedroom and saw Gordo, with his shirt off, sprawled on the bed and sleeping, "Oh, boy," Lizzie said to herself as she got ready to take her own shower, "these next few days are going to be really, really long."

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A/N- Yeah, so this probably wasn't much of a chapter as far as moving things along, but I thought it opened things up. Besides, I have this thing called a computer curfew and well, my time is almost up and I really wanted to post something for you guys. Think of ideas and e-mail me!