All right. So it's been forever, so here I am, walking shamefully back here with a new chapter. I'm suffering from severe writer's block, so any suggestions, tips, reviews, ideas, would be much appreciated. Thanks to all of the people that are still reading this after all this time.

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7:00 AM

She rolled over and slapped her alarm clock off, groaning as she dragged herself out of bed. She looked around her room with sleep-deprived eyes, and tripped over to her closet. She got dressed, went downstairs, and collapsed at the kitchen table. She put her head down on her hands, and almost drifted back to the peaceful sleep that was so sweetly calling to her, when her mother shook her and disengaged all further thoughts of slumber.

"What would you like for breakfast, honey? Miranda's mom called, they'll pick you up in 45 minutes and take you to the camp. We'll take you home later. Would you like some eggs?"

She was perky? This early? Unbearable.

"No eggs, just sleep," the girl replied, and tried to return to her previous state of blissful unconsciousness-

"Lizzie!" At that point, the blonde decided that if she ever were to try to sleep again, it wouldn't be in the presence of her mother.

"Eat something. Why are you so tired, when did you go to sleep last night?" Jo questioned, smearing some cream cheese on a bagel, plain, not toasted.

Gordo…

The memories ad images flooded into her brain, as did the explanation of her current state of exhaustion. Had she been dreaming? Was it real? Where was he? At least someone didn't have to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning to go watch over a bunch of kids and-

"Lizzie!" her mother clucked, tapping Lizzie's forehead lightly, and handing her her breakfast, "how do things work in that head of yours?" Jo giggled at the tired, adorable look on her daughter's face.

"This early? They don't."

Jo smiled and lifted her daughter's bagel-clad hand to her mouth until the girl started eating. She looked lovingly at the girl, who appeared, though sleepy eyes, to be thinking about one thing or another. Despite the fact that her eyes were half-closed and her shirt was on backwards, her hair was less-than-perfect, and she had a drop of cream cheese on her lip, she was quite lovely.

"Go get ready, sweetie," Jo said in a soft, caring tone, with a tilted head bearing a face with an unreadable expression only a mother could muster.

Lizzie mumbled a reply, and trudged upstairs, waving a sign of acknowledgement when her mother told her that her shirt was backwards and inside out.

She went into the bathroom and splashed cool water on her face in a somewhat successful attempt to will herself out of her present state of semi consciousness. Once her brain could clearly process the idea of 'toothbrush in mouth,' her mind woke up and led itself down a sandy path. To the beach.

She remembered it perfectly; the only foggy aspect was the line between dream and reality. It was so real. It felt real, looked real, smelled real- yet she'd woken up in bed with no recollection as to how she'd gotten there.

She closed her eyes, and the scene appeared on the personal movie screen that was the insides of her eyelids. It had been dark out; it was dark, but strangely bright. The full moon and stars beamed down and reflected off the water to create a glow on all otherwise darker objects. There was a warm breeze, it was soft and gentle; not the kind that made you tense and shiver, but the kind that relaxed and refreshed you. The kind of breeze that makes the leaves rustle a lullaby, and you close your eyes and listen to it, letting the wind blow your troubles away. The water had been warm and inviting around her feet, but what stuck out most, was a pair of blue eyes, slowly coming towards her, then closing as lips met and all thoughts were put on hold.

The blonde shook herself out of her trance and finished getting ready before Miranda got there to pick her up. She went downstairs and stole a look into the living room. The ocean tumbled over itself as it made its way up and down the beach, the sun was shining, and the skies were blue, yet, inside, there was a boy that lay snuggled under a green blanket, still captive to sleep's comforting embrace. She looked at him, dreading the talk the two of them were bound to have in the near future, and wondering why people found it so necessary to put themselves into such awkward situations.

She heard the Sanchez's car pull into her driveway, so she said goodbye to her mom and raced out the door. She hopped into the car with a cheerful hello to the brunettes in the front seat, and the three of them headed out towards the camp.

Later that day, the two girls were at the pool once again, dangling their legs in the water, while the kids laughed and screamed in delight. Both girls sat in silence, watching, just pleased to be in each other's company, when Miranda finally started a conversation.

The talked incessantly about various things, movies, magazines, and Lizzie told Miranda about the interlude she'd had with Gordo the night before.

"Wow," she said, "what happened?"

"Nothing yet," Lizzie replied, "he was still sleeping when I left this morning."

"He won't be sleeping when you get back."

"I know," the blonde swirled her feet around in the pool, making ripple designs in the cool water, "what do I do?"

"Well," Miranda thought about it, "you try to talk to him, and I guess if that doesn't work you could just kiss him again."

Lizzie laughed.

"Well that wouldn't solve much."

The McGuire's returned home after driving Miranda home. Jo told Lizzie that the Gordons had gone back to their hotel to check out, and would probably be back within the hour.

Lizzie climbed the stairs to her room and sat in one of the windowsills, overlooking the beach and the setting sun for the day had come to a close, as most days do. A boy peered in at the pink room, and saw the blonde curled up by the window. Her hair was in angelic curls, blowing lightly from the sea breeze. He couldn't directly see her face, but in the reflection he could see that her head was resting against the wall, and her eyes were closed. She sat there, allowing the warm breeze to caress her face as it blew out from the ocean and the breaking waves.

He could tell she wasn't sleeping, but he didn't want to move for fear of disturbing the spell that had settled over the entranced room.

She moved slightly, eyes still closed, and he quietly walked in. she opened her eyes and looked at him while he pulled a chair over to sit next other. He looked at her, then they both turned to the water. The silence wasn't awkward; it was comfortable, as it wasn't really a silence at all, for the waves were crashing and the birds were squawking. The leaves were rustling and there was a wonderful smell coming from the barbeque underneath the window.

"You know, on the east coast, the sun rises on the ocean; it sets on the ocean here. I think I like it better," Gordo said, breaking the stillness of the room.

"You kissed me," she said softly, turning around to face him.

From the way she said it, he expected her face to be cold, emotionless. He expected her to turn around and end all of his hopes with one glare, but strangely enough, she didn't. Her head turned, followed by the rest of her body, and she looked at him. Etched upon her face was an unreadable expression' he couldn't tell if she was happy he'd kissed or her whether she'd wanted him to, but then she didn't like it-

"Gordo," her smooth voice brought him back and he looked at her. "You kissed me." Right. Answer her.

"I'm sorry," he looked down into his lap, out the window, anywhere but at her.

She cocked her head and looked at him; the green eyes searched his face silently while her mind churned to figure out the reason behind his apology.

"Why?"

He looked up at her in question; she smiled at him. He grinned and they leaned forward again.