A/N This chapter is a combination of part 3 and part 4 since part 3 is kind of short. Anyways I'm glad people like this story so far so keep reviewing and I'll try and make this one of the few chapter stories I actually finish. :P Enjoy.

Part 3

Almost a week had past since I'd got home. My room was finally looking lived in again, with clothes strewn all over the floor, and things were slowly falling into place. Or so I thought. I was sitting at the kitchen table cramming binders and the rest of my school supplies into my bag for the first day of school tommorow when the phone rang. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that I was being interupted. I slid my headphones off my ears and pressed the pause button on my cd player before checking my caller ID. David Gordon.

For some reason my heart skipped a beat or two but I pushed this aside and picked up the reciever anywas.

"Whatsup," I asked, drumming my nails on the table top.

"Uh...Miranda. I needed to ask you if maybe...has Lizzie talked to you about anything or-," Gordo started to say awkwardly. An annoyed sigh slipped out as I listened to him stutter through his explanation of how Lizzie hadn't called him in almost a week and if I knew anything. I should've won a gold medal with the words "Matchmaker Miranda" stamped on it. I smirked at the thought before I answered him.

"Gordo maybe Liz is nervous or...I dunno. She must be kind of weirded out by this whole thing. I haven't talked to her much either but maybe if you just, let things work themselves out or something," I suggested figuring that this thought hadn't occured to him yet.

"I guess you're right. But did she say anything about what, uh, happened?" he asked me. I sighed. Had nobody realized that I still didn't know what happened in Rome? Did anyone think that I existed for anything but playing match maker? Obviously not.

"Nobody has told me anything, okay," I said, slightly louder then I should have. There was a silence on the other end. I shouldn't have yelled at Gordo. He'd been there for me so many times and now I couldn't help him. It wasn't his fault, but then again it wasn't mine either.

"Look, Gordo, I'm sorry. I've got some stuff to do and well I'm just not in that great of a mood. Sorry for snapping at you just now. I'll talk to you tommorow at school," I said after a moment.

"Okay, see you then. Bye," Gordo replied, before hanging up the phone. All I heard was the dial tone and for some reason it made that same clenched stomach feeling come back for the first time in almost a week. Twice as strong this time. I sighed and slowly put down the phone. My eyes prickled but I had no idea why I felt like crying. Gordo was my friend. So was Lizzie. I should have been happy, I should have enjoyed finally getting to play match maker but instead this whole thing was bringing out a whole other side of them and me. A side that I wasn't sure I wanted to explore because the feelings there just weren't possible. Even if I was in love with David Gordon it didn't really matter.

Part 4

Sunlight streamed through my window and onto my bed as I lay there, waiting for my alarm to go off. Usually I would wish that I could sleep through the annoying wake up call it usually gave me but today I didn't need it. I had been awake for almost an hour already.

"Miranda, honey, wake up," I heard my mother call, her voice drifting up the stairs along with the smell and sound of a sizzling mexican style omelette. My mouth watered as I inhaled the familiar heavenly aroma. It was just what I needed and it pushed my nerves aside for the time being as I pulled myself out of bed and walked over to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I selected a pair of distressed low rise jeans and a light brown tank top with metallic sequins.

I got dressed and applied some mascara and lipgloss before going downstairs. As I entered the kitchen I saw my mother standing at the counter, putting the finishing touches on my breakfast. When she saw me she smiled. I silently prayed she wouldn't give me the "look how fast you're growing up speech" again. She'd already given it last night as well as my last day of middle school.

"Good morning sweetie. Here's your breakfast," She handed me the plate and I immediately began to eat. I was half way through my third mouthful when she continued.

"Lizzie tried to call you last night after you went to bed," my mother told me. For some reason I suddenly felt nauseous, the food that had tasted so good moments before now felt like led in my stomach. She'd probably called to talk about Gordo or something.

"Oh...uh. I guess I can talk to her at school then," I replied, not really knowing why I was so unenthusiastic about seeing my supposed best friend. Gordo will be with her, a little voice in my head answered the question for me. I swallowed hard at the thought of it.

"Are you sure you don't want to call her now. You've barely talked to her since we got back from Mexico. Are you sure everything's alright," she asked, looking worried. I just nodded and stood up from the table.

"I should probably go...don't want to be late for my first day of high school," I told her leaving my half full plate on the table and heading towards the door. I grabbed my school bag and left, closing the door behind me. As if by closing the door I could block out any doubts I had about the upcoming day.

The cool fresh air felt refreshing on my face and bare arms and I stood there for a second, breathing it in, taking in the new "fall" smell that had replaced the muggy summer air in the last few days. My thoughts were interupted by a voice calling my name from down the street.

"Miranda, over here," Lizzie yelled sticking her head out the window of her mom's minvan. I smiled half heartedly and jogged to the corner where the minivan was idling.

"I called you last night to see if you wanted a ride but you never called back," she told me and I immediately felt guilty about assuming it was about Gordo. She had just been trying to be nice.

"Sorry I didn't call back," I apologised.

"Well do you want a ride then," Lizzie asked and I could tell that she still needed a best friend and that she was just as nervous about today as I was. A genuine smile escaped me and I nodded and got in plopping down in the seat beside her. As the door closed and her mom continued driving I felt a presence behind me and whipped my head around. I came face to face with Gordo.

"Hi," he said smirking at me causing my whole body to momentarily tense up.

"I didn't know you were there," I explained, my heart speeding up. Was it from sheer surprise or was it...

"Aren't you nervous," Lizzie asked me pulling my attention away from Gordo. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kinda...I mean high school is totally different from middle school," I replied truthfully, glad that I could take my mind off of my nerves. For the rest of the ride Lizzie and I talked and Gordo joined the conversation after a few minutes. Being the usual Gordo, and giving us a pep talk about how high school wasn't that bad or that different.

"You'll be fine," Gordo said, looking more at Lizzie then me. She smiled at him, her face completely softening at his reasurance, as if they shared an inside joke that I didn't get. I rolled my eyes but they either didn't see or just ignored it. It was as if they were in there own little world and in alot of ways I guess it was true. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, looking out the window at the large brick building that was Hillridge High.

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