A/N: Hope you all liked the last chapter, as it analysed Gordo's inner struggle. I decided to concentrate on something differant in this chapter... Lizzie's inner struggle with her feelings towards to her other best friend. It is set out in a simalar way to the last chapter in that it starts with a certain important memory in the two's relationship. However this is told more from Lizzie's perspective than Gordo's.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am poor and have nothing. Disney rawks and i suck, they own it all. Although i do own the scene after Gordo gets them drinks. And i also own what Lizzie puts in Gordo's year book!

Just My Best Friend

It was the day before graduation, and Lizzie and Gordo were sat on the couch talking about all that they had been through together, and with Miranda. Lizzie was feeling a little apprehensive about going to high school, due to the seniors playing a trick on the soon-to-be freshman involving garbage threats, and lockers. Lizzie had been constantly bugging Gordo about what they were going to about this if the threats weren't empty. But as normal, Gordo was his ever so calm self. Lizzie had always loved that about him, he always knew how to comfort her, she felt safe with him with her, sometimes even more than with Miranda.

Gordo was half way through a very touching speech about how lucky he was to have Lizzie as a friend, subtlely reassuring her that she was going to be ok.

"Lizzie... your just great... and I'm very lucky to have a friend like you." He said, and she smiled, and gazed into his deep blue eyes.

"Listen... we got through middle school together, and we'll get through high school together, dont worry... i got your back McGruire." he said, with a sincere grin. And he got up, and walked away to get them both drinks.

Lizzie's mind started to race. Maybe Gordo was right...no... that wasn't what she wanted to think about. It didn't matter what high school was like, as long as she had Gordo... and maybe Miranda... Nope, just Gordo.

'ARGH what am I thinking? I dont like Gordo that way, he's my best friend. Just my best friend.' She forced her earlier thoughts to the back of head, and focused on what she was going to wear for the class picture later on the day.

"I'm gona go try on some clothes for the class picture Gordo... want to come give your opinion?" She shouted to him.

"Sure, i'm just finishing up here, then i'll follow you up." He replied, and Lizzie ran up the stairs and into her room. She quickly grabbed whatever was in reach, and started working on an ensemble. She decided on a light pink top with cute frills at the bottom of the sleeves, with her usual jeans, and added a gold necklace to finish the look. Then quickly sprayed some of her favourite perfume on her neck, and waited for Gordo to reach the door. She could hear him running up the stairs, and she flung open the door. Gordo's chin dropped so far down, it could have hit the floor.

"Wow, Lizzie... you look...wow." He managed to blurt out, in utter surprise. Lizzie suddenly got hit with the exact same feelings as he had done. She noticed that he had changed clothes too. Now, she knew that Gordo was never quite the 'dressing up' type, but she knew he had desperately tried to look nice for their picture. He didn't look half bad. He had a red and black button-up on with a cool white shirt underneath, and jeans that Lizzie was sure that he had never worn before. Gordo never wore jeans. It was a welcome change in Lizzie's mind, however.

"You dont look too bad yourself. I would even say you look handsome, Gordo. Hold on... I have a gift for you." Lizzie said. She had been waiting to give Gordo his gift after graduation, but it seemed the right time now. She reached into her bedside cabinet and got a small white box out. She presented it to him, and he opened it.

"Wow, Lizzie... what can i say? Thankyou, I didn't get anything for you, but you look perfect anyways, so anything else would be a bonus." He said, suddenly going bright red at what he had just said. Lizzie also went bright red, and yet another awkward silence ensued. These seem to be happening more and more over the past twelve months, Lizzie thought. The silence was broken by Gordo showing more appreciation for Lizzie's gift.

"Oh wow.Thanks Lizzie, can you help me put it on?" Gordo said. It was a new bottle of aftershave. Lizzie knew that Gordo didn't wear much aftershave, owing to that, as far as she knew, Gordo didn't shave yet. However, this one had specifically shon out in the store, as it was one of Lizzie's favourite smells. Meanwhile, Lizzie and Gordo experienced another one of those awkward physical moments. Lizzie didn't know quite why she was contemplating telling her best friend to put it on himself. It's Gordo, for christ's sake! Why cant i touch him on the neck anymore without getting sweaty palms and my heart nearly blowing out of my chest? She thought.

Lizzie plucked up the courage to apply the aftershave to her best friends neck, and she went weak at the knees once her hand met with his smooth skin. She had no idea what was happening to her. Gordo didn't seem to be phased at all by their skin touching, and she was nearly toppling over due to it. It was all very strange.

"Thanks. How about we finally get going, and maybe we might make it to the last day of middle school on time. I don't want my perfect rate of never being late to be tarnished because of some... i've got to say very nice smelling... aftershave." He chuckled. In fact he didn't really care how late he was, it didn't even matter if they missed the whole day of school. Lizzie had just touched his neck.

"Ok, lets go then." Lizzie surrendered, and she followed her best friend down the stairs and out of the door.

Later that day, Lizzie sat down for lunch at the 'Three Musketeers' famous table in the middle of the dining area. She reached into her bag, and pulled out Gordo's yearbook. She and Gordo had had eachothers year books for weeks, and neither of them could think of what to write. But, sat at their lunch table, all the memories flushed back into her mind. Gordo and her sat in the library, after Ronnie had broken up with her, her ripping the peices of paper with 'I love Ronnie' pictures scribbled all over them, and Gordo sat there comforting her, as he normally did.

"He's a loser." Gordo said, with a solitary look on his face.

"No... Gordo! I'm the loser. He likes another girl. She is most probably prettier than me, more smarter than me, and more fun to be with." Said Lizzie, crying.

"No, she's not."

"How do you know?" Lizzie asked.

"Because there's no one prettier than you, or more fun to be with." Gordo said. Lizzie looked at him, and sighed. She had just realised something. Gordo was the most caring, and sweet guy she knew. She just wanted to hug him, and tell him how safe she felt in his arms. She willed him to say that he liked her more than a friend, and return her new feelings to her.

"Yea... well." and she hoped with all her heart he would pick her up, and take her hand, and they could walk away into the sunset together.

"I...um... have to go. Are we gona get to class?" He finally said. Her hopes were broken, and her feelings disappeared. He didn't feel the same way, and if he didn't, neither did she.

Lizzie started to write. She knew what she had to say. She had to give huge hints about how she felt about him. It didn't matter anymore, even if he didn't feel the same way, she had to let him know somehow. After a few minutes of writing, she got up, and walked towrds Gordo, who was waiting near the class picture location.

"Hey Gordo. Are you finished with my yearbook yet? you'v had it for like.. a month." She said, and sat down next to him, trying to hide that she had just sneakily slipped his signed yearbook back into his bag.

Oblivious to what she had done, Gordo replied."It's not quite right yet. You, yourself said how important it is what you write in another persons yearbook, so don't read it, it still needs a little work."

With that, Parker McKensie walked over to the side of Gordo.

"Hey Gordo, can you sign my yearbook?" She said, and Gordo complied, and followed her to a corner of the picture area to sign her book.

"God, i hate that girl." Lizzie said, under her breath. She was sure that he was going to tell her what he wrote, and that would give her a chance to read what she had wrote in his.

A now much older Lizzie McGuire sat at her window, and smiled. She had been reliving her memories with Gordo again. Later in the day of the memory, she had read the immortal words in Gordo's yearbook.

'Dear Lizzie. You rock. Don't Ever change. Only... I really mean it.' She had kissed him on the cheek later on in the class picture. She walked over to her desk, and there it was. The everlasting memory of her strong feelings for Gordo, there, in visual form. Gordo was standing next to Lizzie, with a huge smile on his face, and Lizzie with her lips locked on his cheek.

She put her elbows on the desk and pressed her hands onto her face. She sat there, thinking of Gordo. Lost in her thoughts, she fell asleep, and she entered a dream of Gordo professing his undying love for her, then him kneeling on one leg, and proposing to her. Although she was asleep, a big smile came onto her face.

Wow, i'm impressed with myself. I had a major case of writers block since i posted up the first chapter. Then i came across the video for Hilary's song 'Whynot' and watched it, and the whole inspirational element of Lizzie's and Gordo's relationship hit me again. So i wrote this whole chapter on a wim.

Hope its as good as the first, as it took a lot less time to work out what i should write. RandR please.

DearLizzie