A/N: I don't own any of the Malcolm In The Middle characters and I am not making any money from writing this.

Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, Emglish is not my native language.

Heather was actually seen dancing with another guy in the ending scene. So this is AU.

Morp fell apart.

Malcolm ran out of the basement in disgust, soon after the naked guy had showed up.

Right into the dancing hall.

Surprisingly, most of Morp crowd had already found company, or even dancing partners.

Everyone except for him.

And Heather.

That brown haired, brown eyed, childlish eighteen year old girl in rose pajamas, with an unspecified negative experience from a French club, sitting alone at the small table.

Without even registering it, he started walking over to that spot, towards her, something driving him forward despite the disappointment that he was still feeling.

And, as their eyes met, he sat next to her.

"Hi", he said.

"Hi", she said. "I'm really sorry for leaving."

He felt anger at first. The music was playing softly in the room that smelled of perfume and sodas.

"Don't mind", he said, startled by his own words. "I guess this is better. I mean, we can at least try hanging out with others." He felt surprisingly relaxed after saying that. As far away from another stomach ulcer than he had been for the last week.

"It's easy for you to say. You are not.. like me."

That sounded sad. Undeserving.

"How... how do you mean?" He almost scoffed. "Let's face it. I'm a krelboyne cynic from a dysfuctional family. You are hundred times better than me."

She glanced at him.

"You are not like that, believe me." Her lips quivered. "But... do you really think I'm... normal? OK?"

"Heather, you are better than that. You are warm hearted, smart, funny, cute... you give the best of yourself to the world. When you live like that, you deserve all the love and respect you can get. If some people don't get it, they are losers, not you."

"You really think so?"

"No, I know so. The guy spends the rest of his life with you will be the luckiest guy in the world. I truly believe..."

Suddenly, Malcom stopped. He couldn't talk, move or even think straight.

He could only feel Heather's soft, warm lips against his.

And an instinctive feeling that he will be extremely happy for the rest of his life.