DISCLAIMER I don't own The Lizzie McGuire Movie. Uh, d-d-d-duhhhh?

JP5683- Here, JP. Are you happy now? I wrote another alternate ending!! I'm actually planning on writing a lot of those ideas we had, haha. Well, I'm not so sure about that one where the Italian hotel clerk gives Matt cash for the blackmail tape of Lizzie. That's just weird, man. Rofl.

Anyone who's happy this is updated, thank JP, cause I probably would've abandoned it had he need kept pushing for me to update it. :)

PREMISE What if Matt had caught Lizzie and Gordo's kiss on tape? (Dun dun dunnn!)

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You're welcome, I said, pretending like that wasn't just the best kiss I'd ever experienced, and that I didn't have a huge crush on my best friend.

Wanna...head back...inside...before we get into any more trouble? I looked down, but in my mind I knew I just wanted to kiss him again just to relive those few seconds in which my relationship with Gordo completely changed.

I stuttered out. I don't think I can afford an--any more trouble. We were both such nervous wrecks. What does this make us? I had just kissed my best friend on the lips. On the lips! This wasn't just my pathetic cheek-kiss like I'd been doing the whole time we were in Rome. This totally meant something. What, I wasn't sure of--

Well, Lizzie, I'm sorry, but looks like trouble's coming to you whether you can afford it or not, a devious voice in the shadows sad. You can't even imagine my utter horror as Matt emerged from the darkness. In his small grubby hands was a tape.

I yelled, trying desperately to hide the fact that I was scared to death of what might be on that tape. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be downstairs with mom and dad, not sneaking up to the rootop and spying on me!

I'm your little brother, he said, as if it actually was fair and made some sense, it's what I do. I just wanted to kill that little spikey-haired weasel!! Why does homicide have to be illegal?! I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought him closer so I could talk in his face.

Listen, worm, if you don't get rid of this tape right now, I am going to crush you like bug, I threatened. Instead of complying, he just waved his hand in front of his face and looked disgusted.

Lizzie, you really need a breathmint. Ugh! I can't stand him!

I said, instictively, dropping Matt and turning around to face him. A little help here?! He just shrugged and looked helplessly at me. Boys can be so stubborn sometimes.

Fine, fine, Matt said, relenting. You're lucky, Lizzie McGuire. I'm feeling generous today.

Matt, you don't need to use my last name, I said, rolling my eyes. We have the same last name--

Nevermind that. He walked over to the ledge. Taking the tape in his hands, he kissed it. (Gosh, he's weird.) Goodbye, blackmail. Then, without giving it another thought, he threw it down to the ground below. Curiousity ruined us at this point, because both Gordo and I ran to watch the tape fall to its doom. And as we watched and waited to hear the small crash' below, it never came. And when I turned around to start yelling at him, he was gone.

I sprinted down the small staircase, with Gordo close behind. When we reached the elevator, we saw Matt slowly descending down it, tape in hand. I didn't know whether to scream or cry. I didn't want anyone to see that tape. In fact, no one was even supposed to see that kiss---especially not my dorky little brother!

So we used the stairs instead, but apparently we weren't fast enough. When we got downstairs, Matt was already making his little speech to the audience--which meant everyone at the after party! Which included my mom, my dad, Kate, Ethan, Miss Ungermeyer, and practically every Italian paparazzi person! My life is officially over. I was just about to go sulk in a corner somewhere when Gordo took ahold of me gently by the shoulders.

Lizzie, look at me, he said, with a straight face, and I did. I...I have to ask. Was the fact that you kissed me so humiliating that you don't even want to tell anyone about it?

I exclaimed, shocked that he would think that. Well, maybe I kind of was giving off the vibes that I didn't want ANYONE to see the tape. I can't believe you'd think that.

Well, then, why can't we just go in there and...watch it ourselves? He rolled his eyes around, beginning to smile. Maybe we'll get a kick of it. I smiled, and he smiled back. We linked arms and headed into the bigger dining area room---the one with the TV.

As soon as we entered...

I KNEW IT!

Of all the people who should've known it, the person who was now jogging down the little aisle excitedly was Miss Ungermeyer, smiling so wide I thought her face would split in two. She walked right up to me and pinched my cheeks briefly, which considering her death grip, kind of hurt. Then she looked over at Gordo and smiled, shaking her head. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you, David Gordon. She looked so proud, like she had done something for us. she said, poking him in the shoulder with each syllable. I hope you and Ms. McGuire have fun on your honeymoon in Rome! Gordo and I gave her confused looks, and I was just about to question it when she grinned again. Don't question me, children. And she walked right out of the room.

After that, we were greeted by so many I knew it's, I wondered if there was anyone who didn't know it. Kate and Ethan were glad we'd both seen the light, my parents were glad I'd seen the light. Heck, even some of the Roman reporters were wanting to know all about us. It was way, way freaky.

The only person who wasn't having the greatest time of his life?

Let's just say a certain blackmailing little worm whose plan has just totally backfired.

And you know what the greatest thing about that night was?

I was in Rome with my best friend. I was good.

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[A/N: God, I LOVE my sappy L/G endings. C'mon, Laney, you know you want some of that L/G action. Rofl. I thought this one was a little more humorous though, so it was fun to write. It's almost 6 AM (at the time I wrote this..mind you, I posted this many hours later) here and I should be uh....pretending to fall asleep now. Or maybe running off and writing some more. I'm in a writing mood. Booyah!

Lemme know what you think: please review. THANKS!]