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A/N: I'm back! I'm not feeling that inspired about this story right now, but I'm going to try and write a chapter for you guys. I just went back and read all of the great reviews I received for this story and I just wanted to say a big thanks to all of you who took the time to review! Please keep up the trend! J
"Bye, Miranda, Gordo." Lizzie said as she closed the door upon her friends retreating backs.
After she had securely bolted the door back, Lizzie leaned against it and heaved a big sigh.
Mrs. McGuire was just passing with a load of folded laundry to bring upstairs. "What's with the big sigh, sweetie?"
Lizzie leaned her head back on the door and sighed again. "I'm having this gigantic problem and I can't figure out what to do about it."
Mrs. McGuire's eyes got huge. "A problem? Well, come on, honey, and we can talk about it."
Lizzie heaved a third heavy sigh. "All right, but I don't know if it will do any good at all."
Jo shifted the laundry basket to one arm and put her other one around Lizzie's shoulders. "I'm sure it will help if you get it out in the open. I'm really good at solving problems, you know."
Lizzie nodded and allowed her mom to lead her to a sofa in the living room.
Once they were settled down Jo looked at her questioningly. "Well? Or should I make some popcorn for this?"
Lizzie laughed. "No, mom. But you see Miranda kind of confronted me about something I didn't want to be confronted about and her making me face this thing that I didn't want to face has not been the easiest thing in the world. Not to mention that even having to face it hasn't helped me figure it out in any way. I mean come on I'm still as confused about it as I was a few days ago before she made me face it. And I ask you what kind of friend makes you face this kind of thing. But I know what kind of friend, a good one. She thought she knew something and maybe she did, but you see I just don't know if she's right or wrong. She thinks I do, but I don't know if I do. And I'm the one that has to know for sure or not. It doesn't matter if she knows for sure or not. You know what I mean?" Lizzie asked and then took a deep breath.
Jo shook her head as if trying to clear it. "Lizzie, honey, you need to speak in sentences that I actually understand if you want help with this. And, no, I have no ideal what you are talking about. What is this all about Miranda and you not understanding something?"
Lizzie flopped back into the couch. "I'm sorry, mom, but you see how confusing this all is. And if you think it's confusing for you think about how confusing this is for me? I mean I've known him practically my whole life and now this!"
"Honey, are we talking about Gordo here?" Jo asked with a small smile lighting her face.
Lizzie screamed into a pillow and then lifted her red face to her mother's amused one. "Yes! Okay, yes! We are talking about Gordo. Miranda thinks that I like Gordo as more than a friend. I got upset because he wasn't going to be here for the basket sale and now she thinks that I like him, like him."
Jo tilted her head and studied her only daughter. "And do you?"
Lizzie screeched into her pillow again. "I just don't know. That's the whole problem. Miranda thinks that I do, but I informed her that it didn't matter if she thought it, because I was the one that had to be sure. You know what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I do in fact. The same thing happened with your dad and I. We had been friends all through high school and one day one of my friends just up and told me that she thought I liked him as more than a friend. I was flabbergasted at first and told her that I would just have to decided that myself. That it wasn't something that she could decided for me."
"What happened?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, I ended up sorting through my feelings and discovering that I did indeed like your dad as more than my friend and it turned out that he felt the same way. And we ended up getting married and having you and Matt."
Lizzie look horrified momentarily. "Do you think that me and Gordo are going to get married?"
"Doesn't that reaction to that thought kind of tell you something?" Mrs. McGuire asked gently.
Lizzie thought for a minute. "Well, actually, when I was younger I wondered about me and Gordo getting married one day."
"You did?"
"Yep. I heard Mrs. Gordon talking to you about how cute it would be if me and Gordo ended up getting married when we were older and I just wondered if maybe we would. The thought wasn't too horrific. I mean of course I was tons younger, so I didn't really think about getting married, but I just don't know."
"Really, Lizzie, I think that you are just going to have to decide for your self if you would like to have Gordo for a boyfriend. I mean think about it. Would you really like to be Gordo's girlfriend?"
Lizzie looked thoughtful. "Actually, I think I might. I mean, I didn't like it at all when he wanted to go to the dance with Parker, but I wouldn't care if he went to a dance with Miranda."
Mrs. McGuire laughed at this. "Maybe that's because Parker is competition and Miranda isn't. Miranda is his friend, not a potential girlfriend. Or is she?"
"Miranda said that she doesn't like him as a boyfriend. But maybe she would one day." Lizzie said.
Mrs. McGuire studied her. "I think you are figuring out how you feel, aren't you, Lizzie?"
Lizzie grinned and jumped up giving her mom a big hug. "I think I just might be. Thanks a whole lot, mom, you really helped me."
Mrs. McGuire watched Lizzie walk away with a swing in her step and smiled.
A/N: What did you guys think? I don't know if Jo and Sam were really friends all through high school but for the purpose of my story they were. Please leave me tons and tons of Reviews. Does she like him or doesn't she? Does? Doesn't? Does? Doesn't? Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out! J
