Just like that Gordo and Kiki were surrounded by a gust of light. They flew out of the window and into the skies at the speed of light. Gordo had never felt this alive. He was flying! They kept getting higher and higher. Then all of a sudden, they stopped in midair. Before Gordo could ask what was going on, Kiki began to speak.

"Now, before we get there, I'm gonna give you the details, or as you kids call it the 411. This is what would have happened if you would have let Lizzie leave the dance without kissing her," she paused for a second. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," he replied.

"Alright," she replied hesitantly. "Let's flash forward."

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In a flash of light, Gordo and Kiki appeared in the gym. It was obviously the night of the dance.

"Part of my job is to tell you that the people you are watching here cannot hear, feel, or see you, but I'm gonna assume you knew that."

Gordo rolled his eyes at the comment.

"There's you over there, trying to talk yourself into talking to Lizzie. There's Ethan, whispering something to Lizzie and walking off. There's you again, walking to talk to her...but you stop, and there she goes, following Ethan. Well, now that we got that over with, let's see what happens..."

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Kiki snapped her fingers, and they appeared in the parking lot outside the gym.

"What's going on now?"

"This is Ethan waiting for Lizzie. Remember, he whispered something in her ear and she followed him? This is the same night if the dance, Mr. Gordon. Oh, and here comes Lizzie! Let's get a closer look at what's going on, shall we?"

She grabbed Gordo's arm and snapped he fingers. In a flash, they appeared two feet away from the couple.

"Hey Ethan! You wanted me to meet you out here..." Lizzie was interrupted by Ethan's hand touching her lips.

"Enough talking. We can use our mouths for other things," replied the sly Ethan, planting his lips on Lizzie's.

At that the couple couldn't keep their hands off each other. Without moving their lips from each other's, they walked briskly to Ethan's car: a Mercedes Benz.

With that, the fairy snapped, and her and Gordo appeared in the sky again.

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With that, the fairy snapped, and her and Gordo appeared in the sky again.

"What happened?" asked Gordo, a look of shock on his face.

"Oh, I think you know what happened, Mr. Gordon. I'm trying to keep things rated PG around here! Anyway, now that you've seen that, let's show you nine months from now," replied Kiki, preparing to snap her fingers.

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They appeared in the local hospital. Lizzie was lying in the bed, exhausted. The door began to open, and Lizzie rose expectantly to see who it was.

"Oh, Ethan it's you. I thought it might be Gordo...he still hasn't come."

"You know that Gordo's not our number one fan right now, babe."

"Well I know, but it's not like Gordo to stay mad at me for so long. The longest fight we'd ever had before this was an hour. What if he never forgives me?"

"He'll come around. So, where's the little bundle of joy?"

At the mention of the baby, Lizzie lit up.

"He's in the nursery. We really need to come up with a name!"

"I thought we'd agreed on Lil Ethan Jr.!"

"Ethan Jr.? I don't know Ethan, but I like the name..."

Lizzie was interrupted by Ethan's cell phone exploding The Mexican Hat Dance.

"Hello...yeah babe, I'll be down in a sec...no, I haven't told her yet...just give me five minutes...hamburgers sound good babe...love you too...bye."

"Haven't told me what?" asked Lizzie, on the verge of tears.

Ethan sighed.

"Liz, you know I care about you. I mean, you're the mother of my kid. But, we're only sixteen. I'm too young to be attached to just ONE girl, ya know? Anyway, Kate called me, and I've always had a thing for her, so I guess..."

By the look in Lizzie's tear drenched eyes, Ethan knew that Lizzie knew what he was about to say.

"I swear Lizzie, I'll spend time with him, and I'll give you all the money you need..."

"Keep your money Ethan. And keep away from MY son!"

"Lizzie, I..."

"You'd better go, Ethan. Kate's waiting."

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"I can't believe she had his child...I don't know what to say," said Gordo, obviously shaken up.

"There's still more, Mr. Gordon. That is, if you want to see it," Kiki gently responded.

Gordo shook his head. He didn't know why, but he had to see more.

"Alright, Mr. Gordon," replied Kiki, as she snapped her fingers, yet again.

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They appeared on a dark street. It was obviously a bad part of town. Bums stood around lit trash cans, and the streets were lined with gangsters and prostitutes.

"This is ten years after Lizzie gave birth to her child," Kiki was interrupted by a limo pulling to the side of the street. "Hmmm...I wonder who that could be."

At the sight of the limo pulling up, the prostitutes interests all perked up. The limo's window rolled down to reveal a handsome man. He had adorably dark curly hair, and warm eyes.

"Is that..."

"Yes, Mr. Gordon. That is you."

"So, I am a famous director! I knew it!"

"Actually, you own a trash empire. You weren't kidding when you said you could make money off trash."

A prostitute straightened herself out, and proceeded to walk promiscuously to the window.

"Looking for a good time sugar?"

"Actually, no," older Gordo replied. He was busy digging through his appointment book. "I was wondering if you could give me directions to...LIZZIE? Is that you?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" the prostitute asked.

"It's me, David. David Gordon," Gordo replied excitedly.

"Gordo! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! I haven't seen you since...since I watched Miranda and you graduate."

"You were there?"

"Yeah, of course! You two were my best friends! I wouldn't have missed it for the world!"

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"So, how's Miranda?" Gordo asked to end the silence.

"She's alright, I guess. I haven't talked to her much since her and Larry moved to Mexico after he sold that bid computer program he designed."

"And how's your...um...kid?"

"He's alright. You've never seen him, have you? He looks more like Ethan every day."

"Lizzie, I'm sorry I never saw you in the hospital. I was just so hurt. Now, I realise how selfish I was being."

"I understand."

"Lizzie, why do you do this?"

"What? You mean why am I a prostitute? Well, I had to feed my son, and there's not many things you can do with your life when you drop out of high school," she paused for a second. "I named him after you."

"Huh?"

"My son. I named him David Othello McGuire. He's a good kid. I don't know where he got his brains from, but he got em. I wish I could give him a better life than this...I hate myself more every time he cries because he's cold or hungry."

"Yo, Lizzie! What did I tell ya? Ya get with a john, and get paid! You're worthless to me unless ya get paid!"

"Whatever you say Rich."

"Who was that guy?"

"Rich is my...uh...associate."

"He's not gonna treat you that way!"

"Gordo, stop. I'll be fine. Just go, Gordo! Go!"

It was too late. Gordo had gotten out of the car and was walking towards Rich.

"Hey, Rich! You're not gonna treat her that way! Ya hear me?"

"I don't think you want to mess with me."

"Maybe I do!"

"Gordo, stop. Rich, please, no! Lizzie screamed. "NO, RICH, NO!"

It was too late. Rich had pulled out the gun, and shot.