A/N:
SO.
Before you go asking 'What in the world is this?' I'll tell you. It's a story centering around an OC (yes an OC) and one of the canon characters, Number 363. My OC's name is Angie, and she had featured in most of my other KND stories (Weddings, Teams, & Fortunetellers and Rachel's Diary). It was actually very commonly requested for a story centered around this crazy couple, so I hope you enjoy it!
Shoutout to: MaxandFang101, Cassicandiful, Rachpop15, Gamewizard2008, and everyone else who said they loved Angie. Also to Kuki because she's a very amazing anonymous reviewer who supplies me with many ideas when I can't think of any. (like the idea for the 3x4 fanfic I'll be writing).
Anyway… info you'll need to know for the story:
Ages:
Rachel, Fanny, Patton: 15 years old in the TND.
Nigel & Wally: 14 years old, in TND
Hoagie: 13 years old, in TND
Abby: 13 years old, in KND. (Supreme commander at this time)
Angie & Harvey (and most of the other mentioned kids): 10 years old, in KND.
POSSIBLE PARITING YOU MAY SEE: 1x362, 3x4, 2x5, Fanny Patton (I totally just had a blank on their numbers), and maybe hints of others.
And every character moves up to Teens Next Door because… well… I say so, okay! PS. The whole GKND never happened.
What are you trying to say? Ch. 1
"Move out of my way, Harvey!"
"It's a line, stupid girl!"
"Don't call me stupid!"
"You are stupid. IT'S WHAT YOU ARE, ANGIE!"
SMACK.
"OW! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME YOU IDIOT!"
SMACK.
"DON'T CALL ME AN IDIOT, IDIOT."
"Can it you two!" A snippy voice from behind the bickering friends snapped. Behind them stood a very impatient looking Sonya, her blonde hair in two ponytails and held up with pink hair ties. She was usually so sweet, so seeing her this impatient was a shocker. It was so odd how she could still sound angry and respectful in the same tone. Behind her was the ever patient Lee, just bouncing his YoYo on the sidewalk. "It's YOUR TURN! Order your ice cream so the rest of us can go!"
Angie looked forward and sure enough the ice cream man was glaring at the two kids in front of him. "It's been your turn for like, a bazillion years!"
The kids behind Sonya and Lee seemed to murmur their agreement. Angie snickered.
"They're all angry at Harvey. Awe." She said, patting the mentioned male on the head (or, the helmet, whichever makes more sense). Harvey screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME" and surpassed the brunette to the man. Angie growled.
"Ever hear of ladies first?"
"NO!" Harvey snapped, before he turned to order. Just then Angie roundhouse kicked Harvey behind the stand and despite his wailing of don't touch me she ordered a mint ice cream cone. She sat on a white picket table, located in the same park not too far off from the car. She licked merrily until a very disheveled Harvey same slandering over, his eyes budging and buck teeth blared, as he glared at the hyper girl.
"What happened to you? You look like a mess!"
"DON'T EVER TOUCH ME ANGIE!"
"Blah blah blah."
"DON'T MOCK ME EITHER!"
"I'm Harvey McKenzie!" Angie suddenly burst, standing up on the table and using her ice cream as a microphone. Harvey did not know what to make of this. "I'M A STUBBORN BRAT WHO SCREAMS DON'T TOUCH ME" AT INNOCENT PEOPLE."
And then her ice cream top promptly melted and hit Harvey on the head. He gasped. "Angie you IDIOT!"
"DO YOU KNOW ALL THE PLACES I COULD SHOVE THIS CONE?" Angie swung the ice cream in Harvey's face. "MANY DIFFERENT HOLES, HARVEY. MANY. DIFFERENT. HOLES."
Harvey scoffed at her and folded his arms, though he did inch away from her the slightest bit. Angie then swung her legs over the table and settled into the seat next to Harvey (too close for his comfort), folding her navy blue skirt as she did so. "now, come hither and give Number Eleventy-nine a hug!"
"EW NO."
"COME HITHER."
"NO!"
"MANY DIFFERENT HOLES."
At this, Harvey seemed to get annoyed and stood up, leaving his dish of half finished Strawberry ice cream in front of him. He then glared at Angie.
"NO! You're so WEIRD! We're already close enough! GOSH YOU ARE ANNOYING AND DON'T TOUCH ME." Angie had poked Harvey.
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Feel? I don't want to tell you about my feelings!"
"I'm your phsycologyskfat, and I tell you to do it you do it!"
"What's a phsycologyskfat?"
"A verb. And how does that make you feel?"
"Annoyed!" Harvey replied, folding his arms over his chest. Angie nodded slowly, "I mean I just don't want to be touched and what do you do? TOUCH ME." He snapped, going to grab his ice cream. However he found himself groping the air. He heard a burp and looked to the side in horror, only to see Angie place down the empty dish and wipe her lips with her sleeve.
"THAT WAS MINE!"
"YOU WEREN'T EATING IT! ASIDES, YOU OWED ME ANOTHER ICE CREAM AFTER YOUR HEAD ATE MINE!"
Harvey scowled as the feeling of sticky mint ice cream bothered his scalp. He wasn't enjoying it, that was for sure, and yet he was positive Angie had enjoyed every drop of his Strawberry ice cream.
The Ice Cream man was finally left alone. All the little brats had gotten their share and he closed the window, opening a small window on the side so he could scope for what father wanted, remembering the conversation as best he could:
"I want an IDIOT." Father had emphasized. "Someone who isn't smart enough to try and out wit ME, the great and TERRIBLE FATHER!"
At this, flames started to surround Father's silhouette. The Ice Cream man scratched his five O'clock shadow, and sighed. "But they're all pretty smart kid-"
"DON'T QUESTION ME! I WANT INFORMATION AND A GULLIBLE BRAT TO SUPPLY IT!"
The Ice Cream man cringed at the memory. Father's heat was started to bother him again, even if it was only in his head. He scanned the crowd. A blonde girl and a boy in a hat with a YoYo were talking… they seemed smart. He looked around some more. A boy and a girl were laughing about something and whispering. He was about to decide on a heavyset boy who was hiding behind a tree, trying to hide picking a boogie, when he heard a boy and a girl yelling loudly at each other.
The short-tempered ones were always the fastest to crack.
The Ice Cream man examined them closer. The girl had light brown hair in half a ponytail, wore a navy blue skirt and matching sweater, and seemed to be delivering a soliloquy on the table that was her stage. The boy had freckles, sandy hair, buck teeth, and was seething. The man smirked. They seemed to irritate each other, perhaps if he got both of them, not only would he have twice the order Father wanted but he'd also have more chances of getting a highly ranked operative. So, he set his plan into motion.
First, he went to the back of the truck, where the ice cream was held. He took a dish and filled it with mint ice cream, and stuck a suspicious, ink black cherry atop it. He grinned, the light catching on his circular glasses.
He exited his truck and slipped through the crowd, approaching Angie.
"Excuse me little girl, I saw you dropped your ice cream, so I'll give you a new one."
"Wow jee thanks Mr.!" Angie exclaimed. "Look Harvey, I got a new one! AND YOU DIDN'T!"
"THAT IS NOT FAR!" Harvey burst. "GIVE ME SOME OF THAT!"
Angie plopped the suspicious cherry in her mouth just as Harvey lunged for the spoon. He took a generous helping for himself and ate it. The ice Cream man smirked and slipped away. "All right, you kdis have fun!" he said.
Angie and Harvey finished the ice cream and started to chuck the cup at each other. After a few minutes, they found themselves sleepy. So…. Sleepy….
And just like that, the two operatives fell asleep right there at the table, as the other kids scurried home for bedtime.
Angie smelt fire.
That, and she heard it too. And there was an annoying ringing in her ears. She heard shuffling beside her and she opened her eyes, glaring at Harvey who was leaning on the wall, looking surely forward.
Wait. When did they get in a room? With black walls and fire? Those two never mixed. The only thing that black and fire reminded her of was…
"Father…"
"Wow Harvey, how'd you guess what I was thinking?" Harvey scoffed. "Father kidnapped us, Eleventy-nine!"
Angie looked forward and saw none other than father, sitting snugly in his throne. Fire licked the sides of his silhouette and his golden eyes were twisted into a smile.
Angie snickered and raised her head, grin widening. "Father! Remember me~~~?"
Father's face fell.
Okay, this ends Chapter one!
I hope you enjoyed, please review! I love to write this, so I hope you like to read it!
The last bit about Father remembering Angie has to do with what she shouted at him in the story Rachel's Diary in the dance chapter, although it will be cleared up in the next chapter so you don't need to read that.