Author Note: I am in the crappiest mood right now. I'm sorry if you like this chapter or not, because the only reason I am updating is because I'm trying to pass time because it's 12:00 AM in the morning and I have school today. I'm nervous because all besides one friend has a different lunch period and I don't want that to cause distance between us. We are all in the same grade and we have different lunch periods and a freakin' private school that is so small that we should all have the same lunch period. The more the merrier. You might notice some PMSing in this story, wonder why…

Lizzie grabbed her cell phone in the car and dialed the operator to see what Kate Sanders's phone number was. A female operator picked up and greeted her.

"May I have the phone number for Kate Sanders in Hillridge, California. I'm sorry I don't know her address or the zip code or anything. I'm in a crisis, sort of," explained Lizzie.

"We're here to work with numbers, not emotional problems. Now if you are asking for a psychologist I will be glad to help you with that," snapped the operator.

Lizzie was taken back by the comment and chose to ignore it. "No, I just want Kate Sanders phone number."

"Okay here it is, 843-2940. Thank you for your time today, goodbye."

And with that Lizzie automatically memorized the number. Thank goodness that she was

had a good memory because if she didn't she would of definitely not remembered the number.

Lizzie dialed the phone number and a women picked the phone up on the first ring. Lizzie guessed it was Kate and her instincts told her to scream "Hey Kate!", but she restrained herself from doing so.

"Is this Kate Sanders?" asked Lizzie.

"Why, yes and who is this?" she questioned Lizzie.

"This is Lizzie McGuire," squealed Lizzie like the 15-year-old girl she used to be. "From

Hillridge High School. I heard that you were in town and I decided to give a call. It has been so long and I guess we have lost in touch."

"Lizzie is that you? Oh, please do come over to my house. I'll give you my address, it's somewhere right here. Oh Lizzie, the whole house is a mess and I can't even memorize my own address. Here it is, it's 4873 Magnolia Dr. Isn't that lovely?"

"Okay, I'll be on my way. Goodbye Kate, it is so nice talking to you again."

"You too."

Lizzie hung up the phone and headed off towards Kate's house. She stopped in front of her house. It was a pretty white house with white columns and grass that was so green, that it looked like something from a magazine.

She stepped out of the car and gently closed the door. She darted up the steps, anxious to see Kate. There swung the door before she could even knock or ring the doorbell. It was Kate Sanders and she had changed a lot since she last saw her.

"Lizzie!" screamed Kate. "It is so nice to see you."

Kate gave Lizzie a big hug. "Yes, it is so good to see you, too."

"Come in, come in," urged Kate. "The place is a disaster, but you know that is what moving is all about."

Lizzie took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs. Kate sat on the other side of the couch with a smile plastered on her face. How could Lizzie tell her that her so-called-boyfriend was cheating on her.

"There has been so much news these past years that I have to tell you. First let's start with you," said Kate.

"Oh no, please you go first," insisted Lizzie.

"Well okay. I got my degree in fashion in Paris, France. Then I spent another year in France and then decided that the French accent was gaining on me and so I went to Chicago, Illinois. There I set my own little shop with different clothes, and I'll tell you, it was a hit! But, I was tired of Chicago and didn't think I should settle there permanently. I thought to myself, what better place is there to live than my hometown, Hillridge? There was a plane set for the next day to Hillridge and I took it and I bought a house and here I am. (A/N: Okay it's not that simple, but I'm tired and I don't care. Cause I have bigger worries. Don't worry I'm not mad at my wonderful readers. I'm just quite exhausted and nervous.) And then I met this wonderful guy named Carl Childers."

"Carl Childers?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Do I know him? He's my husband. I married him two years after your last letter that you sent to me. Did you know that he is dating two other women two and that is how I got your number. I'm sorry Kate, but you needed to know the truth. That wasn't the only reason I saw you. I just have missed you so much and we lost touch. Then you moved somewhere else and I don't know. Okay, but I divorced my husband and now I think I'm in love with my best¾ "

"Oh I'm sorry Kate, I shouldn't of told you.

Kate stared and her smile that was plastered on her face before suddenly fell. She looked up at Lizzie and said, "I knew it was too good to be true."

"Me too."

"What do you mean?"

"Hello, I'm married to him and he's been cheating on me for practically the whole marriage."

Lizzie pulled Kate into a hug and she graciously accepted it. They pulled apart and then a small smile came onto Kate's lips. "Thanks, Lizzie."

"Your welcome."

"I would of never of known, but I never think that I am going to meet the right guy."

"What about Ethan?"

"Oh, he was just a high school boyfriend, nothing big at all. I heard that he's going to become mayor for Hillridge. Did you hear that?"

Lizzie nodded her head and spoke, "You might want to give him a call. Last time I heard it, he's single."

"Thanks. But what are we going to do about Carl's little scandal?"

"Honestly Kate, I don't even know. I'm just trying to sort out my feelings first."

Author Note: Okay, I feel a little bit better and if you could please give me some feedback about this problem that I have, that would be appreciated. For my reviewers, you are awesome and you are the ones who make me feel a lot better when I get your reviews, which are mostly good. Writing is soothing to me and now I am calm and ready to go to bed. Goodnight!