A/N: Whatsup, my loyal peeps! As we come to the very climaxing chapters to my story, know that I'm very proud of my story so far, and also know that there's gona be a slight twist at the end. Anyways keep loyal and big up to my main man Dario!

Choices

'Hey. This is Gordo. I'm not here right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as fast as humanly possible. beeeeeep'

That was the constant recording that Lizzie had heard for the past 5 weeks. Leaving message after message just didn't seem to work. She didn't know what was wrong with her best friend right now, but she figured it must have been pretty bad. It had all seemed to start the night that they had talked about their little mistake. Lizzie also hadn't heard a thing off of Miranda either. This was particularly strange.

Lizzie walked over to her desk, and started reading some of her class notes for her year exams. She couldn't believe that she had nearly finished her freshman year at highschool already. But this peice of paper and the words written over it weren't really important right now. She sighed deeply, and rested her head in her hands over the flat of the desk.

She jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. Please be Gordo, she thought desperatly.

"Hello?" She answered, willing it to be Gordo on the other end of the line.

"Hey." Lizzie frowned reluctantly. It was Miranda. And she didn't sound pleased.

"Hey Miranda, whats?-"

"Don't 'Hey Miranda' me Lizzie. Gordo broke up with me saying that he had met someone else and cheated on me with them, and he's just called me now, and told me it was you."

Oh... Crap. I mean... Darn. I'm in trouble. Thought Lizzie. Something didn't add up here. She thought that she had told Gordo not to tell Miranda about their night together?...Weird.

"Yeah... about that, Miranda...I can explain." Lizzie said, hoping that Miranda would stay cool about this.

"You know, You would think that I'd be mad at you, Liz. But fortunatly for you, I'm not mad, more of dissappointed. Gordo kinda used up my anger bank when he told me origionally." Miranda said, thinking back to the slap. Man, that had felt good, she thought.

"Oh... right. So you arn't gona unleash the wrath of the Latino's on me, huh?" Lizzie said, half laughing, half recoiling from the phone in relief.

"Not quite. Just thought I would tell you that Gordo told me, and there's no need to worry about him. He got enough of a punishment, and it's all settled up now. I've spoken to him, and we're cool." Miranda finished.

"Oh... well that's good. By the way, he hasn't told you why he's not called me for the last month by any chance?" Lizzie asked.

"No... he hasn't mentioned you for the last few weeks at all, to be completely honest with you. Well, apart from when he told me about... well, you know." Miranda said, with a slight edge of anger still left in her voice.

"Oh..." Lizzie frowned. "Well, if he calls you anytime soon, can you tell him to call me, and that I miss him."

"Sure. Anyways, gota go, Liz." and the phone was hung up before Lizzie could ask anymore questions about Gordo.

Gordo and Tudge were both sat in the library at Hillridge High school. It was a hot early June morning, and it was getting pretty tiresome at homework club right now. Gordo had been depressed in the last few weeks, and Tudge knew exactly why. Now, Tudge wasn't the very best judge of feelings and characters, but he knew that David Gordon definately loved Lizzie McGuire from the moment he asked "Do you love her", and he got "I dunno, maybe..." as an answer. He knew that the real answer was that ' Yes, Tudge, I love her more than my life itself', but he wasn't really sure that Gordo needed a wakeup call just yet, or maybe he already was aware of these obvious feelings.

Gordo was sat writing on a peice of paper entitled 'Letter Of Application - London School of Media and Film Studies. Accepted.'

"What've you got there, Gordo?" Tudge asked, absent-mindedly, however knowing the answer. Gordo was applying to leave Hillridge at the end of his freshman year, to go and study in England.

Gordo quickly grabbed the page, and stuffed it into his bag. "Oh, nothing." He said, sadly.

"Comon, mate. You can tell me." Tudge replied comfortingly. Tudge had basically to become Gordo's comfort chair in the past few weeks because of his friends depression.

Gordo thought for a moment, and gave in. He brought the paper out of his bag, and handed it to Tudge. "Here."

Tudge read through it all. "You do realise that this school is permenant? As in you'll be there for the next seven years?" He asked, while sitting down next to Gordo at the library table.

"Yeah... You of all people know how hard it's been the past few weeks, Tudge. I just can't take it being in the same environment everyday with her. It kills me to avoid her everywhere I go so we can't accidently meet. You've heard the phone recordings, she doesn't feel the same way, and I need to get away for a while, think things through, maybe I'll come back soon, who knows."

"Ok... I can deal with what your going through, man. Oh well, I guess, Good luck in England." Tudge said, feeling sorry for the poor guy sitting across from him.

I've kept it inside for the longest time

And I can't keep keeping in

All this love that's inside my heart

Maybe it's safer not to say that I care

Maybe this road won't lead me anywhere,

'Hey. This is Gordo. I'm not here right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as fast as humanly possible. Beep.'

Hey...It's me. Where you been the last few weeks, What's going on?...Ok... well, you know the number. Bye."

If I don't tell you now

I may never get the chance again

To tell you that I need you

Tell you what I'm feeling

If I keep these feelings in

And if I don't say the words

How will you hear what's inside in my heart

How will you know that

If I don't tell you now, oh...

'This is Gordo. Leave a message. Beep'

"Hey. It's me again. Um...I guess I thought I might catch you at home. Is everything Ok? Would you call me back? Please?- Alright, Bye."

It was another beautiful summertime day in Hillridge, the view from the edge of the cliffs was great. Gordo was sat on his favourite rock at the sloping edge, thinking about what he was about to do.

Suddenly he heard the one thing he didn't want to hear right now. He heard the distant sound of footsteps and a voice.

"David Gordon... where the hell have you been?"

A/N: DUN DUN DUN... I hate to leave you guys on yet anotehr cliffhanger. Ok firstly, the little first verse and chorus of a song was the first half of Ronan Keating - If I Don't Tell You Now. Get it if you wana feel the full effects on that part of the story. Secondly, I want you guys to know that your reviews are greatly appreciated, and sorry if this chapter didn't really make you want to jump out of your seat with exitement, but it was needed for the plot to advance into the LAST TWO CHAPTERS. Ohh, it's getting so close now, people. Reviews make me work harder, so leave a review if you wana see this story update quicker, and yes that was a bribe. :)

DearLizzie