Hello fellow Fanfictioners! Hammsters has returned to the world of Gallagher Girls fanfiction after a long, painful five minutes. And I brought friends! Mikkie Goode, Lexi Newman, Tara Slaine, Casey Anderson, and last but not least, Michael Roberts have returned! And somehow in the last five minutes, they've aged four years! Yay! Prepare yourself, cuz here comes the sequel to Finding Answers, That Was Then!
My name is Mikkie Goode. I've attended the Gallagher Academy since I was in eighth grade. I am now seventeen years old and in my junior year at that same school. I have four best friends. First is my absolute best gal pal, Lexi Newman.
Lexi is the tough as nails daughter of Grant and Bex Newman, two of the best spies in the CIA. Yes, you read that correctly, CIA. I'll explain later. I've known her my entire life. She's been my best friend ever since our first karate meet at age three when she beat me up for eating the last of the cherry flavored popsicles the parents brought for the team. That was the first and last fight I ever lost (not counting the ones with her and two of my other friends.) Ah, memories. Most people might think that's a weird way to become friends, but when your mom is a pavement artist, your dad is an assassin, your brother is an assassin in training and you're a spy and pavement artist in training, nothing seems weird anymore.
Next is Tara Slaine, daughter of Nick and Macey Slaine, also top agents of the CIA. Her mother is formerly known as Macey McHenry, and yes, I mean that Macey McHenry. I've known her my entire life as well. We had always gotten along pretty well, but we hung out with different groups. Until first grade. It was picture day. My mom was on a mission so my dad was looking after me and my older brother Matt. I wasn't so good at putting together outfits yet (except for karate uniforms and the outfits I wore to run 5ks and the occasional marathon) so he picked out what I wore that day. I went to school with my hair in a wasps nest that called itself a ponytail, a White Sox jersey that fit me like a dress, and my brother's old jeans. I looked awful. Even first graders care what they look like, so naturally, I went to the bathroom and cried. Tara found me. Being the nice person she is, she took out the messy ponytail and braided my hair. Then she used a ponytail to make the jersey the length of a long shirt and rolled up the bottom of the jeans so that they were capris. All together it looked really cute. While she did all that we started talking and then after we started hanging out.
Then there's Casey Anderson. You will never find a smarter girl than her. She hacked into the CIA's classified database when she was twelve. She can hack absolutely anything and she redesigned not only Gallagher's firewalls, but Blackthorne's and the CIA's as well. And the firewalls had been designed by her parents, the top hackers in the CIA. There's not much of a story to how we became friends. We'd always known each other, we were two of the smartest kids in class, we always worked together on projects for class. It was all just natural.
My other best friend is… interesting. It may sound weird, but of my friends I'm the closest to him. You read correctly, him. His name is Michael Roberts. He goes to the Blackthorne Institute, and I met him in the seventh grade. Our parents wouldn't let us go to the Gallagher Academy, even though we all got full ride, so we ran away to find out why. Michael caught me breaking into the school, but he didn't turn me in. He helped us the entire time we were on the run. Even when we found out we'd been lying to him about being Gallagher girls. At first, I thought he was the biggest jerk I'd ever met. The cutest guy I'd ever met, no doubt, but all in all I'd hated his guts. But he grew on me. He was funny, and when his ego didn't get in the way, he was a pretty decent guy. He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first boyfriend.
In the time since I first met Michael, there have been three Gallagher/Blackthorne exchanges. One when we were in seventh grade (before we were Gallagher girls), one in our freshman year, and one in our junior year. This year. It's happening as we speak. I remember the one in our freshman year like it was yesterday.
One second I'm standing in a classroom giving a presentation on advances in methods of interrogation during the 21st century, the next, strong arms lock around my waist and I hear the zip of a rappel-a-cord as I fly up into a hole in the ceiling. My friend Michael puts me down on the floor of the ceiling (does that make any sense? Whatever, you know what I mean.), then sticks his head out of the hole.
"Yo Gramps!" He yells to my Grandpa Joe, the teacher. "Mind if I borrow Mikkie for a second? Thanks, you're a doll." He pulls his head out of the hole and slides the tile back into place.
"What are you doing Mike, I'm in the middle of a presentation!" I whisper harshly.
"What do you think?"
"Oh. That again?" I ask. He nods.
"So what'd you do this time?" He says, referring to my constant pranks.
"I may have rigged the toilets in the girls bathrooms to explode whenever they're flushed. And since you're hear, I assume that it worked." Michael nods again. He tries to be serious, but chuckles a little bit in spite of himself. "You gotta hand it to me, it's pretty good."
"Yea, I guess. But your grandma's the one whose after you this time. Not Mr. Smith, not Professor Buckingham, Headmistress Morgan. You're in it bad this time," He tells me. I curse under my breath.
"So what're we gonna do?" I ask him nervously. His plans are never fun, take it from someone who had to crawl around in a sewer for an hour for one of them.
"Follow me." He starts crawling away and I crawl after him.
"What are we doing?" He ignores my question. We finally come to a solid concrete wall. "Great, what now?" He presses his hand to the wall and a disguised entrance opens. "Aw, sweet, how did I not find this one!" Michael smirks.
"Cuz you're not nearly as freaking ninja as I am!" I glare.
"Just crawl double oh idiot," He does as I say. We crawl through dust and cobwebs and the occasional spider web. "Just so you know Michael, you suck." He stops and turns to scowl at me.
"Why?"
"Cuz this is the sixth blouse I've ruined this month cuz of you!"
"You're the one who doesn't know when to stop pranking ," I shrug.
"True 'dat." We keep crawling. Suddenly he comes to a stop. Michael presses his hand to another wall and it opens up. Only this time, the floor suddenly tilts downward and we tumble out of the hole, landing at someone's feet.
"Ah, so nice of you to show up and save me the trouble of finding you." My grandma says. I smile sheepishly.
"Hi grandma. Before you say anything, LEXI DID IT!" I say, blaming my best friend.
"I'm not here about the toilet thing."
"You're not?" I ask in confusion.
"No. It got Tina Walter's daughter." She says as if that's all the explanation needed. And really, it was. "Both of you. My office. Now." We follow her to her office nervously, wondering what the heck this was about. We get there quickly and she immediately closes the door behind us. "Have a seat."
We take a seat in front of her desk. "Michael, Mikkie, we've tolerated it long enough. The constant crawling around in air ducts and secret passageways, the whispering, spending every second outside of class with each other, even if it is with other friends. You two are getting disruptive. Breaking her out of class every time she screws up Michael? Really?" She asks. Michael shrugs, but blushes.
"What's this about Grandma Rachel?" I ask.
"You two like each other. I get that. But it's getting disruptive. You two need to figure things out before we send Michael back to finish the year with his classmates at Blackthorne," She say.
"Pff, no! What? Me like him? Pff, ha, yea right," I stammer.
"Me and Mikkie? Pff. No no no no no. We're just friends. Pff, no," Michael agrees.
"OH really?" Grandma says doubtfully. She pulls out a remote, presses a button, and a TV slides out. A video starts playing. It's from when we were in seventh grade and my friends and I were pretending to be students here. It's the video of Michael singing to me, dancing with me. The one where at the end of the song he kissed me. We both turn bright red.
"How did you get that video?" He asks.
"And where do you have it hidden cuz we really need to burn that," I add. My grandma just chuckles at us.
"We have video cameras everywhere. How do you think we knew Mikkie and her friends were hiding here?" Oh. Yea. That would make a lot more sense.
"I don't know what's up with you two, and as a headmistress, I don't really care. Just figure it out and make sure it's not a problem." She tells us. We leave the office and turn to look at each other at the exact same time. I have no idea what to say.
"Well?" Michael starts.
I sigh at the thought. But that was then.
How was it? Not bad for a chapter, I know you're wondering if Michael and Mikkie did decide to date, but I can't tell you that, it's a secret. But I can tell you that this is loosely based on the poem, "I'm Sorry." If you haven't read it, that's your loss, you'll find out all you need to know soon enough. Until then, review and peace out!
