Hey everyone! Here I am with another fanfiction. This one was specifically requested by Allenfairytail, who has written a Clarence fic titled Girls Only. He wanted me to dedicate a fanfiction for his OC Haru and Kimby. So here I am delivering. Hope you enjoy!

It was a sunny Tuesday morning when Kimby followed her father up the steps of his pride and joy-the Aberdale History Museum. He was obsessed with the place, always finding an excuse to wander the exhibits and adjusts plaques and what not. Kimby knew this museum like the back of her hand, just like her father did. If you asked her mother, she would tell you that Kimby practically took her first steps in here. She would also, begrudgingly, mention Kimby's uncanny ability to get lost in the corridors each time she went exploring as a child. It was such a popular occurrence that they had someone from the museum chaperone her. But, all of her adventures paid off because now she knew everything there was to know about the building. She could tell you how many total fire extinguishers there were, how many pull alarms, could recite verbatim the plaque beside the display of her favorite painting.

"Alright honey, are you ready?"

"Yeah, come on. It's not like I haven't been here before."

"I know that, but the experience is completely different now that you work here."

Kimby smiled at how dorky her father sounded. "Okay," she said and focused on his hands as he unlocked the large wooden doors that marked the entrance.

Kimby watched the heavy doors swing open as her dad pushed past them. She took a deep breath, smelling the familiar aroma of her second home. She took in the fluorescent lights as they created a reflection in the polished tile below her feet. And there, in front of everything was the reception desk. She remembered not being able to see beyond the counter, but now that she was older she realized how small it was.

"Okay, so this is where you'll be working. Answering phones, and more importantly, questions from our guests."

"'Where's the bathroom?', 'Are all of your pieces donated?'" Kimby listed off a few of the questions she thought would be most popular.

"And you'll be responsible for informing everyone about our new attraction. We finally got enough letters for our World War II exhibit. There is a brand new case and plaques dedicated to the owners of the donated letters," Kimby's father all but sang.

Kimby nodded, her eyes scanning over the museum like they had before. "Yeah, I got it."

"Are you sure?" Her father looked at her with the tell-tale signs of doubt written on his aged face. "I'm afraid that it's too soon. Suzanne went on maternity leave so fast that she didn't have enough time to train you."

She shrugged. "Well, babies come when they want. No stopping it," Kimby reminded him.

"True." He paused. "But if you have any questions, you know where my office is."

"Alright, gotcha." And with that, Kimby's father was walking past the reception desk and into the hall behind her.

Now that he was gone, Kimby sat down in the office chair that Suzanne had occupied for the last three years. She was a very pretty woman with one heck of a smile on her. Kimby remembered her first week at the museum. She directed her father's calls wrong and spilled coffee all over some important papers. Kimby was sure she would quit after that but she came back the next week with a tablet and a lidded coffee cup. Then Kimby struck up a conversation with her. It was her first time actually making an adult friend-aside from the people her mother and father introduced to her out of habit rather than pleasure.

Suzanne wore the loudest clothing, vibrant colors that really livened up the museum. Her favorite outfits included cheetah prints and abstract shapes with the weirdest shades and patterns. Her hairstyle had a habit of changing with little to no warning. One day she'd walk in with an untamed mass-which really fit her personality actually, and the next she'd have it pulled back into dreadlocks. On the day that she started working, Kimby distinctly remembered Suzanne acknowledging her as she stood behind her father, rubbing her hair as she always did when she got even the smallest bit nervous.

"An' who's this li'l beauty?" Suzanne asked with a wide smile.

Kimby remembered her father looking down at her.

"My daughter Kimby. She comes around here after school, so don't mind her."

"'t's nice to meet you, Kimby," Suzanne stretched out her hand and just like that, their acquaintanceship.

They talked about what was going on with the museum, like new donations and stuff, and whoever either of them had a crush on at that point in time. They were nice to look back on, the conversations Kimby and Suzanne had while they were supposed to be working. Suzanne working on organizing some of the legal work for the museum, Kimby working on homework assignments. Now that Suzanne was off of work for the next three months there was nothing interesting about reception. Except maybe the fact that she was now working the desk. Kimby watched the door of the museum as it stayed closed. She wondered when someone would walk through it, if anyone would. But that was pretty uncharacteristic. There was always someone coming in. In the three years that Suzanne worked here she said that there was not one day there wasn't some foot-traffic. Kimby hoped that the same would happen for her these next three months. Or however long her father let her work. He was going to let her cover the desk until school started. Then if she wanted to cover Suzanne's official replacement's shift, she could.

It was about three hours into Kimby's shift at reception when her father finally came out of his office.

"Fairing well?" He asked as he brushed off the brown sleeve of his coat.

"Yeah, a bunch of people have showed up today. I'm surprised."

"And you've told them about-," her father began but was cut off.

"Yes, I've told them about the new stuff."

"Alright, well if you have things settled here I'm gonna take a walk around."

And there he went, moving through the lobby and into one of the nearby hallways. Kimby leaned against the reception desk and sighed. She looked towards the door and watched the people move on the street below. She perked up when she saw Chelsea running up the stairs of the museum, trailing behind her was Malessica. Kimby got up from the desk and ran to the two of them before they got through the door.

"Oh my god, it's been so long since I saw you guys," Kimby said throwing her arms around Chelsea. She then pulled Malessica into the museum to also give her a huge hug.

Chelsea awkwardly shifted away from Kimby, not being too interested in hugs. Malessica, however, squealed as Kimby embraced her-her glasses bouncing down her nose as she squeezed Kimby back.

"It's only been like, two weeks, geez," Chelsea complained with a smile on her face.

"Yeah, well I've missed you, you jerk," Kimby replied, punching Chelsea's arm.

"And we've missed you," Malessica said. "She's just acting tough."

Chelsea kept her mouth shut, knowing that she'd been caught. Kimby leaned against the front of the reception desk.

"So where's Suzanne?" Chelsea asked putting her hand on her hip.

"Out on maternity leave. I'm covering the desk until school starts."

Malessica readjusted her short-shorts as they rode up on her thighs. "Really? Is your dad paying you?"

"He is, but it's basically an allowance increase rather than a salary," she explained. "What have you two been up to?"

Malessica spoke up. "Well, my family and I drove down to the beach a few days ago. I got the worst sun burn of my life." She touched her arm unconsciously, no doubt remembering the pain. "It's better now though."

Chelsea laughed. "I've been staying out of the sun, unlike this one." She regarded Malessica. "The internet is my only solace."

Kimby nodded. "Yeah, I can't wait until my first day off. I'm gonna get my first ice cream cone of the summer."

"Why don't we go together?"

"Sure, I have Mondays and Sundays off."

"That's so far away," Malessica sagged where she stood.

"Yeah, I'll text you when I want to go so keep your schedule free on Sunday." Then the three of them stood around for a moment. "Oh wait, why did you guys come here anyway?"

Chelsea gasped. "That's right; we came to dish out the latest gossip."

Malessica laughed. "Yeah, and we knew you'd be here because you have no life."

"True, so what's the rumor? Our favorite bromance, Jeff and Sumo, turned into a flowery romance? Or did Belson finally go broke?"

"No," Chelsea grinned, "to both of those things."

Malessica finally spoke up. "We heard that there's going to be a karate dojo opening a few blocks from here."

Kimby raised an eyebrow. "And what does this have to do with anything?"

"Apparently the owner has a really cute teenage relative." Chelsea raised her eye brows suggestively.

Kimby gave her a weird look before laughing. "What is with that face, have you finally given up on Sumo?"

"As if she could," Malessica sniggered. "My mom was handing the new owner the keys while Chelsea and I were waiting to be dropped off at the store."

"So what, this guy is gonna be in school with us or something?"

"That's what we think. Malessica's mom doesn't really press her clients for information so we only have that stuff to go on."

"Well a new face is always refreshing, I guess."

"Yeah," Malessica added.

Then the three of them drifted into an awkward silence.

Then Malessica gave out an exasperated sigh. "I seriously can't believe how hot he was. I'm like, angry."

"There is no way he's that cute." Kimby raised an eye brow.

Chelsea shook her head. "Oh no, honey. Oh no. She is right to be mad. That boy could get men to do a double take."

The three of them laughed -hard.

"Okay, I gotta see this boy."

"We'll probably run into him eventually. It's not like he can hide that hot bod." Malessica shook her head.

And that was the first chapter of Kimby Has a Secret! Please feel free to check out Girls Only by Allenfairytail, it's definitely something to look into. I guess I'll hook you guys up with an update soon. Who knows? Stay safe. :)