DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Lizzie McGuire Movie. That's owned by Disney. If you didn't know that, you're stupid.

EXPLANATION This fanfic is rather self-explanatory, but I'll explain it anyway. It's basically alternate endings to The Lizzie McGuire Movie'. SOME CHAPTERS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS. All of the endings, though, start at different spots. I mean, one of them might begin at the very middle of the movie, and another might be at the very end.. ;)

The first sentence of each chapter should give you a good idea of where it starts off. And if you can't guess, then too bad.

PREMISE What if Paolo had to choose between Isabella and Lizzie?

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The sound guy turned up Paolo's mic, and turned down the recording. This plan was brilliant.

At that second, onstage, Paolo was taken aback for a second. And then, amazingly, began to sing.

..see you smiling, I go, oh, oh, oh.. he sang perfectly. Just then, the music came to an abrupt stop. Paolo can sing? But why did Isabella tell me...

My plan did not work! Isabella yelled from backstage. This is all your fault! She smacked the sound guy in the back of the head. Then, she stomped onstage.

Isabella! You are alive! he cried out.

Well, what did you think I was, stupid? I am very much alive...and you very much can sing!

Yes, I've always been able to sing, Isabella. But my doctor...he tell me not to sing for many months. He rubbed his throat. Laryngitis. But I see now that I can sing again. So I thank you, Isabella. But, that would mean...

Oh, Paolo! Isabella squealed, embracing him.

I never meant to hurt you, Isabella Parigi. He turned around to face me. Or you, Lizzie McGuire.

Oh, Paolo, I said, as I, too, embraced him.

he went on, there is no need for you anymore. No need for...what? No, this is not happening...

I said, knowing the truth, but not wanting it to be true.

I am sorry, Lizzie McGuire. But you were just a replacement, he said, with Isabella happily clinging to his arm. I held back my tears as best I could, remembering then that thousands of people were watching our every move. I could not hide my pain, though.

You said you'd never embarrass me. Then, I ran off baackstage with tears flowing down my face. Before I could get anywhere, though, Gordo grabbed my hand.

Lizzie, I'm sorry, he sighed out to me.

Why is everyone so sorry for me? I don't need your stupid pity. So just leave me alone, I snapped, still crying.

Lizzie, it's gonna be alright, he said, attempting to comfort me. But it wasn't working. Nothing could ease the pain of my heartache. Not even a new love.

I suddenly whispered to him.

he responded, confused.

Why did you lie to me, Gordo!? I suddenly screamed. The floodgates opened once more, and the last thing I remember was his baffled face before I finally ran off, like I had wanted to.

I wasn't even sure where I was running. The tears in my eyes must've been messing with my mind. Before I had thought another thought, I was back at the Trevi Fountain. It was empty. The whole city of Rome must've been at the Paolo and Isabella concert.

I stood in the exact spot where I had stood when I first met Paolo. This is where it all began. If I wasn't in this exact spot on that exact day at that exact time, I would not be feeling this heartache. I would be back in my hotel, sleeping or reading a book, happy that I was in Rome. But right now, Rome was the last place I wanted to be.

And I had made that stupid wish. And it came true. Stupid fountain.

No, stupid Gordo. If he had just taken the coin and made a wish like I told him to, then maybe his wish would've come true, whatever it might've been. But being in Rome with his best friend' was good enough for him.

I sighed as my tears ceased, and I sat on the ledge of the fountain. I would sleep here forever, after Ms. Ungermeyer and my classmates left, after my family left. And maybe, some random day, a child on the street would say, Look! It is Isabella!

And their mother would go, No, son, that girl is far too dirty to be Isabella.

To be honest, I did sort of hope someone would find me. But not Paolo, or Ms. Ungermeyer, or Kate or Ethan or my parents...

a quiet voice said from a distance.

Gordo.



He was hesitant in saying anything else. I understood why, after the way I treated him.

Pause. Can I... Pause. Can I sit down next to you? I smiled and frowned all at the same time. He thought he needed my permission to sit down next to me. It was funny, yet so sad.



And he sat down to the left of me, and still, we said nothing. Some fireworks in the distant sky broke the silence, and made us feel free to speak again.

I didn't mean to lie to you, he said, all in one breath. I just... He gulped. I was just going by what Isabella told me. He fidgeted around. And I was just...trying to help.

That's when it hit me. Gordo was the greatest friend I could ever ask for. I was so blessed to have him in my life. And I'd been taking advantage of him all these years.

Like you haven't helped enough, I laughed out. Gordo, you were about go home and miss out on a vacation in Rome just so I could have a little rendez-vous with some Italian guy I barely knew. More fidgeting around and staring at his feet.

Well, yeah. I could see him blushing in the dim lights around the fountain. That's what any best friend would do.

No, Gordo, I responded. It's not. For a moment there, we both smiled at each other, and everything was fine. I began. Did you really lie for me because you're my best friend.. Oh my gosh, was I really asking this? Or...was there another reason?

Now I could see he was several shades of red and his smile disappeared. But Gordo didn't....no way.

But within a few seconds, there was less confusion and embarrassment in his face, and more...contemplation. I sat there for what seemed like hours before he answered.

Lizzie, this is kind of...hard to say, but... He inhaled and I could see the nervousness in his eye. I think that I may... Another gulp. You know...

BEEP BEEP! Suddenly, a limo pulled up in front of us. The passenger side window rolled down and in the driver's seat sat Sergei.

Ah, Lizzie McGuire, I found you! Ms. Ungermeyer told me to go find you. She says you are in lots of trouble. I try to tell her you are nice girl, but she not care. He shook his head. Hop in, Lizzie McGuire. He looked over at Gordo. And your male escort may come too, if he wishes.

I laughed lightly, but noticing Gordo's disappointed, forced chuckling, I sighed.

Just a minute, Sergei, I called back.

Okay, but don't be long, he yelled back as he rolled up the window.

Another awkward silence followed.

I began. You think that you may...what? The nervousness in his eye was lost.

I think that I may... Hesitation. Be your best friend forever.

I smiled at this, though I felt just a little disappointed. But why? What did I think he was going to say?

I think I may, too, I said back. Then, as I stood up, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Smiling, we ran hand in hand towards the limo, and jumped in.

Sergei already had the window between the driver and the passengers up. In the back, there was soda and cookies for us. Sergei rocked.

Gordo said while munching on another cookie. Think we've had enough adventures for this trip, McGuire?

Yeah, I guess it's safe to lay low for a while now, I said, laughing and taking a sip of my Sprite. I never realized unitl now that if it hadn't been Gordo, this trip wouldn't have been half as fun as it was. Hey, Gordo?

Yes, Lizzie?

I paused for a second, and turned to him.

Next adventure... He looked at me quizzically, wondering where this was going. You get first dibs.

And we smiled at each other for the 50th time that night.



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[A/N: Nice, eh? It's not that long, but eh, whaddaya gonna do? And it's even less L/G than the movie. But there will be a very L/G alternate ending somewhere in here. Though I'm not saying which one it is. You'll just have to read and find out.

Lemme know what you think: please review!]