OhEhmGee, my first multi-chaptered fic that I've published on here! xD I edited this a bit, (for anyone who remembers this being up a couple months ago) and decided to repost it because now I actually have a well-thought out plot for it. Only problem is, I'm not sure whether it's going to be JudexJen or JudexCaitlin. Lord. x.x Well, anyway, enjoy the first chapter!


Chapter 1: Lemon Slushies.

"That'll be, 15 dollars," said Kirsten, grinning from ear to ear while folding the pair of jeans and putting them into a Khaki Barn bag.

The woman smiled and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. "Keep the change, hon." And with that she walked out the door. Kirsten's grin grew bigger (if that was remotely possible) as she deposited the cash into the register and took out her hard-earned five dollar tip. Chrissy would be proud to hear that this was the blonde's thirtieth customer of the day, and her seventh tip as well.

Just imagining the look on her boss' face made Kirsten jump for joy. Her work would definitely earn her a spot on the wall for "Employee of the Month", or EOTM, as she liked to call it. Another image of her face being framed flashed through her mind and caused another adrenaline rush in the girl. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and released a squeal that almost shattered the glass lip-gloss display nearby.

x0x

Across the store, Nikki Wong was half-heartedly folding a shirt taken from a nearby box labeled 'New Merchandise', stopping every few minutes to change the song on her mp3. She was positive that the song's volume was as high as it could possibly go, and therefore she should not, and would not be disturbed had anyone come to her for assistance.

If a poor, naïve customer were to disturb this employee, they would be sure to regret it after having to experience an inhumane growl from the purple-haired girl, one that would make anyone scream and run for mercy.

Just as Nikki was finishing up her third shirt, (She was assigned to do an entire shelf of sixty tops over half and hour ago, mind you) a high-pitched squeal protruded her hearing. Sporting a confused look, Nikki checked to look at the song playing. "You're Gonna Go Far" By Offspring. Okay, so it wasn't her Ipod making the noise, but what was it, then? Realizing the only solution to figuring out the annoying noise, she bit her lip and shut her eyes tight. An ice-cold lemon slushie from Caitlin was the only thing that would keep her sane after this. Eyes and mouth still tightly compressed, Nikki slowly removed the earphones from her ears.

The squeal was louder then ever now.

"ARGH!" She growled, stomping towards the source of the noise. An unfortunate man didn't notice her hostility and anger, and began walking besides her holding a pair of shoes. "Excuse me miss? My wife wears a size nine. Would you happen to-" Nikki stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head to look at the innocent gentlemen. Her eye twitched as she felt her blood boil in her veins.

It was then that the consequences of the man's actions dawned on him. Blinking twice, he quickly scurried away before the crazy teenager had a chance to tear off one of his limbs.

Nikki began walking again, this time quickening her pace so she wouldn't be distracted by another annoyingly oblivious customer. When she finally got to the cash registers, she frowned as she observed Kirsten jumping up and down…and squealing. Ah, so it WAS one of the clones causing that freaking annoying sound. Silently punishing herself for not suspecting it earlier, she leaped over the counter and tapped the blonde on the shoulder.

"EEEEEE-oh, it's you," stated Kirsten, finally stopping her act and turning towards Nikki, arms crossed.

"I know, I know, hold the applause," she replied, mimicking her actions and adding a slight slouch to her posture. "Listen, the squealing needs to stop. Because of it, I have a headache. And since I just don't feel like-" Nikki picked up the first item she laid eyes on resting atop the counter, a tube of Berry-Cherry Lip-gloss, "shoving this down your throat --though we both know I'm more than capable of doing so-- I'm going to be nice and go on break. 'Mkayy?"

Kirsten, shaking in her designer sandals, merely nodded, unable to speak coherent words.

Nikki smirked with satisfaction and walked out of the horrid place she called a job, turning on her mp3 again.

"Lemon slushie here I come."

x0x

"...And then the Coach said I had to work overtime tomorrow. And it's ALL. YOUR. FAULT!" Jen Masterson screamed while attempting to jump over the yellow-tinted table and dive for her stepbrother, Jonsey Garcia.

Jonsey cringed in fear and tried to scoot away from his insane stepsibling, which, luckily wasn't necessary as he looked in time to see her being held back by Jude Litzowiski.

"Woah Bra! Calm down!" Jude managed to choke out. Dang, Jen was strong.

Caitlin Cooke smiled as the wild redhead finally settled back in her seat. "Yeah Jen, I'm sure Jonsey didn't mean to get you in trouble..."

Wyatt Williams snorted while drinking his coffee. "Cait, this is Jonsey we're talking about. The dude who's gotten fired from pretty much every store in the mall. I'm not surprised he tried 'shelf-jumping'," making air quotations around 'shelf-jumping'. "And what better place do it then..."

"...My oh-so wonderful sister's store that she just happens to work at. Thank you Wyatt," said Jonsey with a glint of pride in his eyes, ignoring the overdramatic sigh the African Canadian[1] teen directed towards him in response. "And, I have to admit, with all of the various assortments (Jen rolled her eyes at the choice of words.) of merchandise at the Penalty Box, you have NO IDEA how much fun that adds to jumping from shelf to shelf in basketball sneakers. I mean it's like-AMAZING! Dude, I was seriously just like…like…WOOSH!" At this point Jonsey was flailing his arms around, trying to get his friends to understand his description of the event.

Jude high-fived his friend in response. "Duuude, you so gotta teach me how to do that!"

"Juuude, for sure."

Jen narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "No! Don't encourage him!" She slumped in her seat and pulled her hoodie over her head, groaning into the Clorox-smelling, somewhat sticky table.

"What'd I miss?" Nikki said while walking up to the table and taking her usual seat.

Jonsey grinned at the arrival of his girlfriend. "Just an amazing story of how the Jonse-miester managed to make his step-sister work overtime." He made muscles and batted his eyelashes all the while.

Nikki chuckled. "Riiight. Hey Caitlin, slushie me."

The aforementioned blonde nodded and grabbed a few lemons with one hand while starting up the blender with the other.

"So," Wyatt started, assuming it was time to start up a new conversation. "We all still up for that movie on Friday?"

Three of the teens present answered with "Yup", with Jen nodding (to the best of her abilities) from her awkward position against the table.

Jude put his feet on top of the table and leaned back in his seat, hands supporting his head. "'Dunno if I can, guys, but if I do, I might be late, I have interviews for new workers at Stick It," the skater blew some of his messy blonde hair out of his face. "That reminds me, gotta get back to work! Catch ya'll later!" He then quickly got up, jumped onto his skateboard, Sally, and rode off.

Caitlin watched him sadly as she handed Nikki her drink, who in return smiled contently. "…Am I the only one who thinks Jude has been, er, distracted lately?"

Jonsey shrugged. "Psst, I'm sure it's no big deal. When is Jude not distracted?"

"I agree with Jonsey. He's probably still psyched about being his own boss at Stick It," Wyatt said with a smile, attempting to assure his worried friend.

Suddenly, Jen stood up, making the first sound in about twenty minutes. "Mmm...going back to work," she mumbled, walking away.

Caitlin put her hands on her hips and turned towards Jonsey. "Don't...don't just let her walk away! Go apologize!" She pointed in the direction where Jen had just gone.

Jonsey sighed, not in the mood to argue. "Fine, but if she attacks," he then grabbed Wyatt by the wrist and began walking away. "I have a witness and a bodyguard!"

Wyatt was officially speechless at this point, not because of him being suddenly snatched away for a (albeit stupid) reason, but he didn't get a chance to finish his coffee! "No..." he moaned as he was dragged away, staring at the sacred drink before it was out of arm's reach.

Nikki, finally noticing her friends' disappearance, removed her earphones again (she assumed they had found their way back into her ears somewhere during the middle of the conversation) and looked at Caitlin. "What happened? Where did everyone go?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, looking at each of the now-empty chairs.

"Oh, gosh, Nikki," Caitlin giggled at her innocence and went back to serving a customer who had arrived.


Pointless Disclaimer: I know the fact that I don't own 6Teen is already implied, seeing as this is a fanfic, but I'm also not the owner of the song mentioned...or anything else but the plot itself. *fail*

[1] - Quick thanks to Beanie-Babie17 who pointed out that Wyatt and the others are Canadian...because I orignally had "African American". Hah, more fail on my part. :'D Oh, thanks for your review, also. :D