A/N: Hey, guys…this would have been up 3 days ago, but life kept getting in the way. Sorry. I'm also sorry about the incredibly short length of this chapter. It really is ½ a chapter, but the second half I wrote sucked and I just couldn't get it right. I'm working on it still. But, I figured it's better to get something up than nothing. Next time I update, I promise you a long chapter. Also, I'M POSTING MY CHRISTMAS STORY TOMORROW, SINCE IT'S DECEMBER 1ST TOMORROW! Check it out! The first chapter is going to be a pre-written chapter, since I will have multiple tests to study for. I promise it'll be up, though. ^^ Enjoy.
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"Morning!" Lizzie slowly opened her eyes to see Miranda sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Miranda?" Lizzie asked, confused. She tried to sit up, but was stopped by a throbbing in her head. "Ouch," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
"Yeah…stay down. You're gonna have one hell of a day." Miranda stood up and pranced over to the radio on Lizzie's desk. She put in a CD. "Listen! I have some new music for you!"
"You're much too cheerful for this early in the morning." A techno beat began to float through the room. "What the hellis that?"
"Happy music. I figured you could use some."
"Whatever. Miranda, why are you here?"
"Not happy to see me, eh?" She pretended to look hurt. Lizzie sighed. "Fine. Gordo told me what happened."
Lizzie opened her eyes, a horrified look on her face. "Everything?"
"Everything." The two girls were silent. Lizzie promptly shut her eyes again. "I figured you could use some girl-to-girl talk?"
"I didn't even want you to find out, honestly."
"Why not? You know I'd never judge you, Liz."
"I know…I'm just embarrassed. I don't even know how it started to happen."
"Gordo didn't really let on about that."
"Well, you should ask him. My head's hurting. God, I really must have been drunk last night."
"Well, a whole bottle of whisky tends to do that to people," Miranda laughed nervously. She turned serious. "He really loves you, Lizzie. He stayed with you until you stopped throwing up. He sat with you while you slept." Before Lizzie could respond, someone knocked on her door. "Gordo?" Miranda called, unlocking the door.
"Yeah," he said nervously, stepping past Miranda into the room.
"I'm going to go find something to eat," Miranda announced, leaving the room and descending down the stairs.
"Hey," Gordo said. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pursed his lips, afraid to say anything else.
"Hi. Listen, thanks for all you did last night. Miranda told me you stayed with me for most of the night."
He shrugged. "No big deal."
"No, it is a big deal, Gordo. You always bail me out of everything."
"Do you remember anything we talked about last night?"
"No…should I?"
Gordo snorted and stood. He blew hot air at his messy curls. "You told me that you love me. And you accused me of lying about ever loving you."
"I-I'm sorry…I…" she stammered, not sure of what to say.
"You were about to go and drive away. Drunk."
"You stopped me?"
He nodded. "There should never be a doubt in your mind that I love you, Lizzie." She didn't know what to say.
"You love me?" She blabbered like an idiot.
"Always have. It hurt when you were bashing me last night. You're a grouchy drunk." He chuckled, despite the minor heartache he was having.
"Wait…since when do you care what someone says or thinks about you?"
"I care what you think and say about me. I hoped it wasn't true, because well, I knew you were drunk. People don't know what they're saying when they're drunk. You're conscience caught up with you, anyway. You apologized."
"And I'm apologizing again. Gordo, I don't know what I said, but I can guarantee that I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know." He gave his trademark grin and leaned down to hug Lizzie. She wrapped her arms around him. Miranda stood in the doorway. She cleared her throat. "I, um…have to go." Gordo stood up and left.
"Yeah. Bye, lover boy!" Miranda called. She and Lizzie giggled.
A/N: Honestly, I know this seems incomplete. I'll get a longer (and more complete) chapter up within the next couple days. Until then, please enjoy AND REVIEW my Christmas story! Hint, hint. See y'all later.