HAPPY ENDINGS?

PART TEN: HAPPY ENDINGS? POSSIBLE RENEWED FRIENDSHIPS? OR BIG EGOS?

A couple of feet off the dance floor, standing right by the refreshment table stood Cupid's helpers in the form of Frankie Muniz, Kate Sanders, and Miranda Sanchez.

Frankie, right appropriately in the middle of the two girls, placed one arm each around each girl. Sighing contently, "Well, ladies I have to say that we did an excellent job."

"Kate" Miranda glanced at the young blonde, "I don't know what to say I guess well, I guess I should say thanks for helping out."

"You should." Kate smirked, but then softened immediately at the look of content on Gordo's face. Sighing, "Well, as long as he's happy." Turning to Miranda, the old snobbish Kate slinking through, "But that doesn't mean that we're going to be friends and start to hang out together again. I have a reputation to protect."

Miranda rolled her eyes, then replied, "So do I, Kate."

"Ladies, ladies, ladies. C'mon, girls. For this one night, let's just all be friends." Frankie requested, giving each girl's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Looking away, replying simultaneously, "Whatever."

Frankie just sighed, leaning his head back. "Okay. I tried."

Kate and Miranda glanced back, sharing a very rare smile. Then they turned back to watch the young happy couple before them.

"So Kate," began Miranda, "By any chance, do you think that I can borrow that video confession?"

"If you promise to bring the popcorn, I'll provide the movie. I mean, the lead is no Ben Affleck, but who is?"

"Hey!" Frankie protested, "Speak for yourself." He adjusted his dress shirt, running a hand through his hair. "People say that I look like a young Ben Affleck."

Kate and Miranda burst into laughter as they left towards the dance floor, just as Aaron Carter's latest blasted through the speakers, leaving Frankie baffled.

"What? Did I say something funny? I'll have you know that I meant every word!"

THE END

A/N: Alright... not that you've witnessed the whole story, I want brutally honest responses! This is my very first Lizzie McGuire fanfic. Please R&R. It would really make my day... and please, if you don't like this story, avoid flaming. Can't really stand the heat. Mahalo... and maybe, if the responses are good, I just might make a sequel. Word being "might."