Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire…

7:15 PM

Ding-dong!

Gordo almost jumped out of his bed in surprise.

"I thought they won't be home for tonight," He said petulantly while putting his clothes on except his T-shirt.

Despite his small body frame, Gordo's musculature is quite impressive. He is no Brad Pitt but any girl will surely drool over his naked body, be it a slutty Lizzie or a shy Miranda.

He went to the door and found Miranda, a little stunned by his "shirtlessness". He blushed when he remembered his naughty activity.

"Miranda, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay so I dropped by," She said unnaturally. "And I was hoping to use your PC. Mine crashed and won't be repaired until Saturday. I need to download pictures for our report on Psychology." The words came out uneasily.

"I'm fine, I feel much better now," he paused. Now that you here anyway. " Sure you can use my computer."

"Thanks," Miranda said, gaining confidence. She flashed a sweet smile that made Gordo feel steamy inside.

Wow. Gordo thought. " Just promise me NO LIZZIE talks okay?"

" No Lizzie talks." She said with her right arm raised in a pledge.

Miranda went upstairs to Gordo's room while he delved the fridge for a little snack. He had not eaten since that morning because of Ms. Bitchyyouknowwho.

Indeed, he felt better now. His broken heart and bruised masculinity was eased by Miranda's presence. Not to mention his secret session with Miranda's-

"PICTURE!" Gordo almost screamed.