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AN: Okay peeps, it has been a while. I blame that on my lack of motivation to complete the chapter. I would've thought that being holidays over here and all I would've done something. But I'm just trying to let the vacation feeling just soak in. Anyway, I would like to thank all of you for being so patient, and here are the shoutouts I promised:

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Okay, so there you go. Now, heres the chapter!

Chapter 6- Donuts & Elevators

"No. She never told me anything about it." Gordo fumed into the phone. Lizzie watched with amusement as his facial expressions changed from calm to sour, and could almost hear the squabbling that was coming from the other line.

"Well tell him I'm not buying!" he exclaimed flipping his cell phone shut.

"Bad day?" Lizzie questioned with a smirk.

David shrugged and lay down peacefully on the couch. "Don't even ask."

"What was that about?" Lizzie inquired, taking a quick bite of her apple.

"Just work stuff I don't really wanna deal with at the moment." He sighed. He had really wanted to start straight away with directing, yet with all the problems in management, there was no way that he could.

"Gordo." Lizzie began, twirling her hair absent-mindedly.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you mind if my advice columnist skills take over?"

"Depends" replied Gordo half-heartedly.

"I don't think you should wait for them to offer you something."

Gordo sat up and shot Lizzie a confused look. "What do you mean?"

Lizzie shrugged, with a little smile on her face. "You know… use your initiative. You never know where it can get you."

"Wow, this advice columnist thing must really work for you." He complimented, watching Lizzie get ready for work.

She smirked in reply. "Well, it helps to straighten out young good-for-nothing tragic cases like you." She joked, receiving a whack on the head from a pillow.

Lizzie pouted and walked toward the door. "You're going to pay for that later. And you'd better take my advice, mister."

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It only took Gordo five minutes after Lizzie left to decide that he would take her advice. Thrilled with the idea that he could be making a sudden comeback in to directing, he hadn't even given it a second thought. As he got down to the sidewalk in the pouring rain, he noticed he wasn't alone. The tall, young brunette girl standing quietly beside him seemed strangely familiar. He could've sworn that she was giving him subtle sideway glances and equally suspicious chuckles. Both were waiting for a cab, and it was quite a while before a cab was successfully hailed. As Gordo was just about to get into the cab, he noticed the woman standing impatiently in the rain. He felt a little guilty leaving her there.

"Hey!" he called out to her. The woman looked up, surprised. "Want to share?" She smiled with appreciation and got into the cab next to Gordo.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Craft Enterprises." Gordo responded before turning to the woman, who seemed to look surprised.

"Me too." She answered, receiving an equally shocked look from Gordo. Once the driver started driving, Gordo decided to figure out who this familiar face was.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Gordo asked, studying her features closely.

The woman chuckled, but was obviously trying hard not to laugh. "Maybe."

Although frustrated, Gordo decided to introduce himself, hoping things would lead from there. "David Gordon." He said, offering his hand.

"Miranda Sanchez." She answered, shaking his hand. "Although I already know you, Gordo."

Gordo narrowed his gaze at Miranda. "Only Lizzie calls…" He stopped mid sentence as he remembered where he recognized her from and cringed.

"You were there when…"

"Angie." Miranda interrupted with a wide grin on her face, enjoying the grief this was causing him. Luckily for him, the cab driver had pulled up at the building, and Gordo was more than ready to escape Miranda. Walking into the building at an exceptionally fast speed, Gordo made his way toward the elevator, swiftly followed by Miranda. Gordo noticed that Miranda had pressed the button to take them to the 17th floor, which was the precise floor he was hoping to get to. Not liking his company, Gordo watched the numbers on the elevator light up one by one telling them which floor they were at now. They had just reached floor 9 when the elevator shook abruptly and then halted. This was not a good sign.

He watched as Miranda grabbed her chest in fright as the elevator shook. She shut her eyes tightly and gripped on the surrounding railings. As the movement stopped, she breathed in relaxation.

"Have we stopped?" she asked Gordo calmly.

"I think so." He answered, looking around at their closed in surroundings.

"Okay." Miranda whispered, still holding on to the railings. "How long do you think we're going to be stuck here?"

Gordo shrugged, hoping to say as little as possible. "Who knows?"

Silence covered the small elevator, until suddenly Miranda burst out into a fit of giggles. "What?" asked Gordo, slightly annoyed.

"This situation." Miranda spoke, between a fit of giggles.

"What about it?"

"Well it's kinda funny, isn't it?"

Gordo stared at Miranda as if she was the most insane human being he had ever been in contact with. "How can the two of us being stuck in an elevator together possibly be funny?"

"Well you were trying so hard to get away from me, and now we're stuck in an elevator together." She answered, returning to her previous laughter. And thinking over what Miranda had just said, Gordo couldn't help but laugh along.

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Almost half an hour or so had passed. Miranda and Gordo were still stuck in the elevator. Neither of the two had uttered a word since half an hour before. Gordo was getting a little impatient. Miranda, on the other hand was getting extremely annoyed at Gordo. This guy had to be the most boring guy on the planet, if not slightly cocky. It was definitely the Armani suit that stood out. The suit that shouted 'I'm All That!' She felt sorry for Lizzie to have to be stuck with this loser corporate wannabe.

Another shake of the elevator interrupted Miranda's thoughts. She shrieked a little, and Gordo chuckled in response.

"What, aren't I allowed to be startled?" Miranda retorted.

Gordo chuckled. He sensed the likeness she had to his roommate. "Hey, it's fine. Just a little shake."

Miranda glared at him. "Hey, I saw Angie the other night. I was kinda surprised that she was actually at work. Thought she might be working her shift elsewhere, if you know what I mean."

Gordo instantly liked Miranda. The snappy attitude that she seemed to possess was far from the neurotic one that Lizzie had.

"That was a good one." He said, sincerely impressed.

Miranda seemed pleased and brushed her shoulders in mock pride. "Why thank you, I try my best."

"See, you're a good influence on Lizzie."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean with a person like you, and with a little influence from me, we can easily get little Lizzie out of her shell."

Right then, Miranda could sense the concern Gordo had for Lizzie. Both of them knew that Lizzie was a delicate person, especially since her recent breakup. But somehow Miranda knew that Gordo's concern was deeper than a concern for a friend. She thought seriously about teasing Gordo endlessly, but decided to keep it a silent secret between the two of them and promptly changed the subject.

"By the way, you didn't thank me for setting you two up the other night."

"What?" Gordo was unsure about what Miranda was talking about.

"You know, that little date that you and Lizzie went on a couple of weeks ago. I'm still waiting for the 'Thank You' gift basket."

Gordo vaguely remembered a name being mentioned on their date, but couldn't remember whether it was Miranda's or not. "So it was you." He glared.

Miranda grinned cheekily. "Guilty." She whispered. "But I had no idea that I was setting Lizzie up with you."

Gordo raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You mean to say that you setting up the two of us together was completely coincidental?"

Miranda shrugged, smiling proudly at Gordo. "What can I say? I'm that good!"

Gordo shook his head mockingly at Miranda, and watched as she reached into her purse and brought out a pack of donuts, which she ripped open and took one out gently, savoring the taste of the forbidden sweet.

"Why do I get the feeling that you carry around a pack of donuts on a daily basis?" Gordo asked.

"Well, you never know when you might need them, right?" Miranda answered with her mouth full of donut. She passed him a donut, which he accepted.

As Gordo munched on his donut, a thought crossed his mind and he turned to Miranda. "Say Miranda, how many donuts do you have left?"

Miranda's brow furrowed at Gordo's odd question. "Um... one. It was in a pack of three."

"And what were you planning to do with that donut?"

"Possibly get a camera and create a short film involving me and my donut." She said sarcastically. "What did you think I was going to do with it."

"Well I was hoping you would give it to Lizzie."

"Why?" Miranda asked, curious to see what this madman was up to.

"Well, me plus you, plus Lizzie equals three, right?"

"Wow, you're really impressive with your math."

Gordo frowned, frustrated at Miranda's inability to use her mind. "Well there are three of us, and three donuts."

Miranda laughed heartily at Gordo's proposition. "What do you mean? We have a little donut thing going on?"

"No, my dear friend," Gordo said teasingly. "What I mean to say is we form a little friendship group. Consisting of you, Lizzie and I, and all we do is talk about meaningless little things and eat through a three pack of donuts."

"What are you saying? Like a little apartment gathering?" Miranda said, smirking.

"No, like a friendship group, sort of like… the Three Amigos."

Miranda smiled to herself, comforted by the thought that she had secured friends, as soon as she reached in for another bite of her donut, another violent shake was felt and the elevator gradually began to ascend once again, as Gordo clapped his hands in victory. Miranda felt a smile creep over her face as she wiped her forehead.

"Phew, and I thought I was going to be the next one forced to share a confined space with you."

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Several minutes later, once Miranda and Gordo finally got to the 17th floor, and had received many apologies from the technicians, they both proceeded to the main headquarters at Craft Enterprises.

"So what are you doing here at Craft?" asked Miranda.

Suddenly remembering his purpose of going to the building, Gordo replied "I'm enquiring about a job."

Miranda tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Producing?"

"Directing."

"Oh." Miranda replied apprehensively.

Gordo was taken aback. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Miranda inhaled deeply. Gordo had no idea what was coming. "Well, Ethan's in charge of directors."

"Ethan Craft?" Gordo asked, recognizing the name.

Miranda nodded. "He's a tough cookie, you know, a hard one to crack. You gotta play your cards right or you're back on the streets."

Gordo nodded, and accepted Miranda's advice. "So what can I do to make him crack?"

Miranda shrugged. "Sorry, I can't really help you there. Being only his secretary, he doesn't really say much." Miranda could imagine the kind of thoughts running through Gordo's mind as his face appeared disappointed.

"Well," Miranda began, a smile appearing across her face. "I did hear from Marcie down in producing that he really likes his alcohol. Hope that helps."

Gordo never thought he'd enjoy being stuck in an elevator with a girl he hardly knew. Walking towards Ethan Craft's office, he was glad he still had the ability to surprise himself.

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After his meeting with Ethan Craft, Gordo made his way home as quickly as he could, although traffic was murderous. Lizzie was waiting patiently at home for him with two bowls of Mac and Cheese. She heard the doorknob turn slowly and got up to greet him at the door.

"Where have you been all day?" she asked. "I've been waiting for you." Gordo grinned and took of his jacket.

"Well, I decided to take your advice."

Lizzie clapped her hands together in anticipation. "And…?"

Gordo grinned. "Well it wasn't easy, but with a little help I have secured an interview with Ethan Craft." Lizzie squealed and jumped up and down enthusiastically. Gordo thought the floor would fall through.

"That is great, Gordo! I knew with the right attitude you could do it. When is the interview?"

Gordo went around toward the table and grabbed himself a bowl of Mac and Cheese, which he ate gratefully. "Next week. You better not have anything else on."

Lizzie shot him a confused look. "Why do I have anything to do with it?" Gordo grinned. He found that she was so adorable when she was confused.

"I invited him over for dinner."

"What? Over here?"

"Yeah. I figured it would be easier for him to get to know me a little better. You know, feed him with the best food…"

"…And the best wine?" Lizzie interrupted, knowing Gordo's intentions. David nodded.

"Yeah, why not? Plus I get to show off my gorgeous roomie, what could be better?" Lizzie was glad that the lights were dim so that he couldn't see her blushing. "Okay, so keep the 6th free."

"That's good." She confirmed. But then she remembered the date. "Today's the 30th."

Gordo appeared puzzled. "So…?"

Lizzie grinned. "So Gordo, what were you doing on the 30th, one month ago?"

Gordo racked his brain. Remembering dates wasn't as easy for him as it appeared to be with Lizzie. "Um…I think I came back…from… Ohhhh!" he said, finally reregistering what she was talking about.

"Yes." She confirmed. "And do you remember what you said to me about a month ago?" she raised her eyebrow, and cheekily stole a scoop of Mac and Cheese, which Gordo had neglected.

"We would give it a month right?" Gordo responded.

"Yeah, and its been a month. So what do you say?" she said, hoping he wouldn't kick her out on the spot.

He furrowed his brow, pretending to think about it hard. "Hmmm, well I'm not sure…"

"Gordo." Lizzie urged, making sure he got to the point.

"Well I say we give it a few more. How much time do you need?"

Lizzie shrugged. She was definitely comfortable where she was. Annoying roommate, or no. She was already getting used to him. Plus, how could she part with the amazing apartment?

"Let's give it 5 more months. That should be plenty of time, right?"

"Great." He said, sticking out his hand, which she took into a shake. All Gordo could think at that moment was how much he was going to love the next 5 months.

"By the way Lizzie, how do you feel about donuts?"

I feel really bad… I should be spending this time doing my English essay, creative writing story, preparing for my 5 upcoming tests and doing my maths homework. But homework be damned! If I had to choose, I would rather keep my loyal 'fans' (LOL) happy than my teachers…even though I know which is better in the long run...

-popkornchicken