My first ficcy lol like EVER so please don't flame… if I don't get reviews then I wont carry on but thought I'd just give it a go lol! Xxx
Sector V entered the living room part of their tree house, covered in scratches and bruises and dragging their feet slowly along the floor. Although, who could blame them after six back to back missions? Even numbuh one was tired out, which was really rare for him, since he totally lived for missions, which made him an excellent leader. They all separated and began doing their own thing; numbuh 1 sat down at the super computer to inform the moonbase on their success. Numbuh 2 picked up a half eaten chilli dog and began to munch on it (it tasted surprisingly good considering it was like a day old). Numbuh three collapsed onto the couch next to numbuh four, resting her head on his shoulder to his complete joy. Numbuh 5 sat on an armchair with her legs hanging over the sides, too tired to even pick up her unread magazine.
"Man, numbuh five is wiped out," she stated into the silence. The rest of the team began to mumble their agreements, until numbuh one put a halt to it all.
"Come on guys, we're the kids next door, our job is to save children all around the world, and if that means tiring ourselves out once in a while, then that's the way it goes," he told them sternly.
"Well ah still say it's a cruddy oidea givin' us six back to back missions, don't they know they've got other operatives to use too?" Asked numbuh four angrily. Numbuh one ignored him, and went back to typing. For a few minutes, all that could be heard was the clicking of the keyboard and numbuh two munching on his chilli dog. Once he'd finished, numbuh 2 took to his favourite hobby, watching munbuh five. He'd been doing this for a while now, it wasn't that he was being a creep or anything, he just loved the way she moved, talked, everything. Even now with her dark hair all messed up and her chest moving up and down in exhaustion, she looked beautiful. He knew it was wrong for a boy his age to like girls, but he didn't care. He'd stopped liking Cree, munbuh five's big sister, a few months ago, about the same time he'd started noticing numbuh five. He supposed he must of always kind of liked her, because he'd always tried to impress her in his own crazy way, telling joke after joke, trying to make her laugh. On the very few occasions she giggled, his heart would soar, but most of the time, she would just raise her eyebrows or hit him for being so lame. He often liked to fantasize her laughing at everything he said and telling him he was cool, but then he'd be brought back to reality with an unpleasant bump.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
"Oi got it last time!" Shouted numbuh four.
"I got it the time before!" Yelled numbuh three, not quite sure why she was saying this, like most things she said.
"Numbuh five just ain't goin'," Said numbuh five, calmly but clearly.
"Well, I suppose you'll just have to do it numbuh two," numbuh one informed him, as though there was no other choice.
"W-what? Why me?" Asked numbuh two in surprise.
"Because I'm the leader, and that's an order," he replied firmly.
Numbuh two grumbled all the way down the stairs, firstly about numbuh one, then at himself for forgetting to build an elevator in the treehouse, then at himself again for remembering that there was an elevator, he'd just forgotten to use it. These ramblings took him all the way downstairs, all the way past numbuh one's dad, who was completely absorbed in the father-son suggestions in the newspaper, and to the front door.
He opened it to see a boy about his own age age stood right in front of him, slumped casually against the door frame. Numbuh two took him in from his dark, spiked up brown hair, to his perfectly built figure, right to his rather expensive looking Nike trainers and decided immediately there was something about this boy he didn't like.
"Er, yeah?" Asked numbuh two rudely, since the boy just seemed to be staring at him through his large brown eyes, he just reminded numbuh two of one of those wimpy puppy dogs that look like they were about to cry if you wont give them food or something ridiculous like that.
"I'm numbuh 105, I was assigned to sector V by the moonbase." The boy said coolly.
"Err, ok. You better come in I guess," shrugged numbuh two, turning round to make his way into the lift, and completely missing the slightly evil grin numbuh 105 threw at his retreating back…
So, what do ya think? Too undetailed, too short, what? Pwease review ok? I have to go now buh bye xoxox