Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever own Codename: Kids Next Door. Mr. Warburton does!:)
I feel in the mood for some 1/362. Don't know why. I just... do. So, here ya go!
Today was Rachel McKenzie's 25th birthday. Also known as the most important birthday she has ever had.
Her and her friend, Francine Fulbright, were at the mall. It was Fanny's idea, and Fanny hated shopping. Rachel thought of it as nothing more than a kind offer from a friend.
On the other side of the mall, a man in his 50s was walking with his granddaughter. They both had a rose in their hands.
Rachel saw those two walk towards her. The little girl had long, blonde hair. She looks just like I did. She thought. "Happy birthday!" The little girl said excitedly, handing her one ripe, red rose. "Happy Birthday." the old man said, handing her the second red rose.
Rachel looked at her friend, with a confused look. "That was strange." Fanny just shrugged
A boy in his teens walked towards the pair of friends, with another red rose. "Happy Birthday Miss." Handing her the third rose. "Weird." Was all she could say, while all Fanny could do was smile.
The same thing happened ten more times, in different places of the mall. The last one, however, was a little boy with a turquoise blue rose. He signaled for Rachel to come down to his level. She got down on her knees, to be at eye level of the boy. He gave the rose to her, with a note attached. "Happy Birthday, Rachel!", the boy called out. He ran off to his parents, a tall brown haired man and a blonde haired woman.
Rachel looked at the note. It read, Look behind you. She turned around to find her best friend, Nigel Uno with twelve more, equally beautiful roses. He handed them to Rachel, and pulled something out of his pocket.
"Happy Birthday Rachel." With that, he stood before her, with a velvet box in his hand. He opened it.
There, in that box, was the most beautiful thing Rachel McKenzie has ever seen.
A diamond ring, with a turquoise star in the middle. Her first and last, engagement ring.
"Marry me?"
The blonde woman, happy as can be, nodded with excitement, and jumped into the bald man's arms.
"You bet."
The rest of the afternoon, the pair sat on the bench at the mall, talking.
Fanny had a certain black haired boy to go home to anyways. He would want to hear what happened.
I don't know why I wrote this. Ya know? Just kinda got the idea, and wrote it. Hope it wasn't too horribly written. Review?