Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lizzie McGuire! Sad, but true.

"Okay. About scenario two. Well, in scenario one you let Lizzie leave the dance without telling her how you felt. In this scenario, she tells you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously, entire situations change depending on tiny, seemingly unimportant, things. Well, before you talked to her, Lizzie was planning on talking to you."

"But if she was, why did she leave with Ethan."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah..."

"She got jealous. She thought that you liked Miranda, and she got jealous."

"Why would she think that?"

"Because, Miranda liked you. Lizzie thought you felt the same. So, anyway, in this scenario she overcomes her fears, and tells you that she likes you."

"Okay...well, let's see it."

They watched as Lizzie made her way across the gym floor to where Gordo stood.

"Gordo...I, um...can we talk?"

"Sure, Lizzie."

As soon as Lizzie got Gordo alone, she kissed him.

"How could that scenario change things?"

"You'd think it wouldn't, but it did."

"It makes no sense."

"Well, I must say I agree with you. But, part of my job is to show you all the possible ways this could go down. Now, to the future."

The pair zoomed into a seemingly normal living room. In the corner, they saw a overweight man drinking a beer.

"David, darling. We have something we have to discuss."

"Whatever. Bring me another beer when you come."

They watched as a gorgeous blonde woman in her mid-thirties entered the room with a beer.

"Well, I-"

"Hand me the beer."

"Oh, yeah, right.," replied the woman as she handed him the beer. "Well, as I was saying, I got a wonderful oppurtunity at work, and I really want to consider it."

The only response the woman received was a grunt.

"Well, they want to give me a promotion. They want me to run the new division of the company in France. This is huge. It would mean that I'd be getting paid three times what I'm being paid now. The kids could go to the best schools possible. We could go on all of the trips we've been planning."

"What's the catch?" the man asked suspiciously.

"Right...I was just getting to that. We would have to move to Paris. What do you think, honey?"

"No."

"No?"

"You heard me."

"David, this is an extraordinary oppurtunity. A chance like this may never come again. You expect me to pass something like this up?"

"Yes. I am not moving to France."

"You are being so selfish. Look at all that I have given up for you. I could've gone to Harvard, but because of you I went to the state college. I could've been a reporter, but because of you I went to work in a business. I've given up all of my hopes and dreams for you, and we're not even married."

"Lizzie, if you want to get married-"

"This isn't about getting married, David. I've given up too much for you, but this is where I'm drawing the line. I can't do it anymore, David. I'm leaving. For once, I'm doing something for me."

"Lizzie, wait."

"It's too late for that, David. My mind is made up."

"Lizzie!"

"We'll work something out with the kids."

And with that, she left the room.

"That was me?"

"I'm sorry to say that it was, Mr. Gordon."

"Why didn't I just go to France with her?"

"Because you never had to take a chance, Mr. Gordon. You never had to take a chance, therefore you never learned to."

"What do you mean?"

"By kissing Lizzie, you learned to take chances. When she bit the bullet instead, you never learned to take chances."

Gordo sat deep in thought.

"Now, do you believe me when I say that you're better off for having kissed Lizzie that night."

"Yes. No. I don't know...I just want all the pain to go away."

"I can do that. But first, I want you to see what you'd be giving up."

In Gordo's mind, he saw all of his memories of Lizzie.

Dancing with her on the roof on the school, giving her roses, laughing at her jokes, playing tackle football, goofing off with her while they were supposed to be painting her bedroom, holding her hands at the movie theatre, kissing her in Rome.

"NO!" Gordo exclaimed. "I want to keep them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Just let me keep them."

"Just remember, Mr. Gordon. It's better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all."

Gordo didn't reply. He just laid down on his bed, tears streaming down his cheek.

Kiki left with a smile that night. But then again, she knew how this story would end: with a fairy-tale wedding.

THE END!

A/N: So, what'd you guys think? Did you like it, hate it? It seems sad to say goodbye to what if! It took me FOREVER to come up with this ending! Well, I hope you've enjoyed the ride!

Love Always,

Mystical Opal