Darkness. Total and complete darkness. Slowly, lights begin to glow until they're fully lit, illuminating a stage area. It is not a stage of this world, or any other world. The stage is a sort of "world-between-worlds," where the beings of other lands and worlds can come and collect, interacting as they can't do otherwise. It's not a very fancy stage, just a basic wood-paneled floor, with a black curtain backdrop. A tall, brown haired teenager of the world most of us know best walks out wearing jean shorts, sandals, and a black graphic T-shirt stating, "five out of four people have a problem with fractions." Riding on his shoulder is a blue creature with four arms, antennae, and spines on its back.

(Teenager) Hi there! My name's Kyle, also known as N-Kyle. And this is Stitch. (He gestures to the blue creature on his shoulder, which waves.) And this whole story is just an alternate-universe kinda thing depicting what would've happened had I been Lilo's friend and partial next-door neighbor. I know, what a fan won't do, huh? Anywho, since I did not create any of the characters within this story, and they are just the animated realizations of Christopher Michael Sanders' glorious imagination, (other than myself), I must give credit where credit is due, and so I shall.

!Disclaimer!

Kyle does not own Stitch, or any of the other original characters, and he is (sadly) not making any money off of this.

Chapter 1: Partings and Rejoinings

I hugged my mom as the other passengers began to board. "I love you Mom."

"I love you too Kyle." She replied. "Have fun and be sure to give the girls my love."

"Ok." I was still in a kinda half-shock. I was about to climb on a flight to Hawaii, all by myself for the first time. And I was only 16!

Maybe I should back up a little bit. Last year, my dad won a $50 million lottery. We all went entirely crazy when we found out we won. Of course, once the government had taken their share, we only ended up with about $15 million. My parents decided that my two sisters and I would each receive $1 million, while my mom and dad split the remaining 12 50/50. With their shares, they bought a summer home in Hawaii.

While we were there, we met a family of native residents who lived almost right next door to our summer home, the Pelekais. They had two daughters, Nani and Lilo. Nani was about 19 at the time, and Lilo was maybe 5. Our moms soon became gossip buddies, and our dads had a major sports rivalry. I was often assigned as Lilo's babysitter while we were there, and I soon became friends with the young Hawaiian. One thing is for sure, she has a wayside view of life. Unlike most girls her age, she's into stuff like zombies, mummies, voodoo, vampires, werewolves, so on and so forth. Needless to say, Scooby Doo is her favorite TV show.

A few months ago, however, we received word from the sisters that their parents had died in a bad car crash. We were totally devastated when we heard the news. In fact, that was one of the reasons my parents were letting me go back to see the girls again. I felt it was the right thing to do: to go comfort them in their time of need.

I picked up my laptop case and started towards the entrance to the plane. I looked back one more time to wave goodbye to my mom before walking through the tunnel leading to the cabin. I found my seat (a window, of course), placed my laptop bag at my chair and sat down.

The first flight was cool. It was one of those that had the LCD screens in the back of each headrest, and they were playing that Nickelodeon movie "ClockStoppers." After about two hours, the flight landed in Phoenix, Arizona, where I boarded a smaller plane that would then fly to Hawaii. There was nothing fancy on this one, so I passed the time playing games on my laptop.

The flight finally arrived in Hawaii, just as my battery power was beginning to dwindle. I put everything back in my bag, and prepared to get off the plane. I walked down the staircase that was rolled out to the plane (the Kaua'i airport didn't have the retractable tunnels like the one in Florida did), across the tarmac, into the airport, and finally to the food court. I was looking around for the Pelekai sisters, when I heard off to my right,

"Kyle!!"

I turned to look, and running at me all smiles was a native Hawaiian girl, wearing a red muumuu with white flowers imprinted on it, and sandals on her feet. Steadily following behind her was her sister, wearing short jean shorts and a pink T-shirt. As Lilo reached me, I set my laptop bag on the floor and picked her up and hugged her.

"Hey, Lilo! It's good to see you again!" I said, and then set her back down to hug Nani when she approached and said, "Welcome back to Kaua'i, Kyle."

"Thanks. I'm so sorry to hear about what happened to your parents." I hugged Nani again, then picked my bag up again, and we headed over to the baggage claim to get the rest of my stuff. As we watched bags crawl by on the conveyor belt, I saw my suitcase-o-clothes, and eventually, my guitar case. ("Never leave home without it." I said to the girls as they stared at me picking up the guitar-shaped box.)

We all got reacquainted as we made our way to the parking lot, telling stories and detailing on life in general since our last meeting. The girls helped me to put my stuff in the trunk of their old-fashioned blue VW bug.

The trip to the house was fairly quiet. I spent most of the time remembering what I'd done in Hawaii before as we passed several recognized landmarks. When we arrived, I carried my guitar case, Nani handled my suitcase, and Lilo took my laptop bag. Once everything was inside, Nani said to me, "If you need any help Kyle, we're right next door."

"Ok. Hey, is Lilo taking her hula lessons again this year?" I asked.

"Of course, why?"

"If you like, I can take her to and from the auditorium again." I offered.

"Oh, that'd be great, Kyle, thanks." Nani said.

"Sure thing."

The girls went out the back door of the house, and as I heard their footsteps fade away, I looked around our summer home again. Nothing had changed. While we weren't there, Nani and Lilo were in charge of keeping things clean, making sure there wasn't an inch of dust collected on everything while the house was unoccupied. Satisfied, I plopped down on the leather sofa in front of the TV, grabbed the remote, and flipped channels until I found a good show. I was ecstatic. It was just me, alone in Hawaii with no parents, no sisters (other than the Pelekais), no rules, and no worries. I knew this was going to be a great month. But there was no way I could know just how great it'd be.