A/N: SORRYYYYYYYYYY! I didn't took your idea Cloclo! I had something waaay cuter! Didn't told you 'cause I forgot your bday gift... I think. So to the others, this is my Kids Next Door comeback. Plus, this is my second fanfiction about these two lovebirds (I deleted the other). This fanfiction was inspire from a song by Cher Lloyd named Goodnight.

Goodnight

A rough day passed. Fighting and saving kids from all around the world isn't the easiest task ever. The roughest must be when you know it's your father you constantly try to ruin plans of. Fanny isn't the luckiest girl from all the Kids Next Door. Actually, Rachel, her best friend, was. She was the closest from her crush. Rachel was perfect! She was ruling the KND with her little finger by herself. She didn't needed a ginger girl to assist her constantly like she does. Even worst, she didn't needed a girl having a crush on the same guy than her. No, Numbuh 86 has no proof about that love statement but the blonde's friendship with him was telling everything. The way he was smiling, ah, it was nearly as great as how her child mind could imagine. The thing is, I mean, look at her. She is rude, unpleasant and even ugly... well, that's what the others think of her. No guy even stand a eye on her and this is why today she hates them more than her own dad. Guys are constantly judging her before even talking. Friends? She has none. Rachel isn't her best friend, it's her boss.

Hard times flies, that what they say so she could just shut up about her problems. It's silly how kids can be mean to each others without noticing it. You want to know how she became the girl she is? Ask Hoagie, he knows better. When she was a bit younger, he denied her feelings. Yes, romantic feelings. By that time, he was already head over heels for another girl of his sector. She, afterwards, became a little depress and though no one could ever love her.

Now what. She is in her bed, in her sector, alone. She wished someone was reading her mind. Just a little bit at a time, knowing how bad she feels. She is a little suicidal sometimes. Oh yes, she is. She laid down on the bed she used for several years. Hers isn't really hers. Hers is dirty, filled up with tears from her green eyes, hearing her dad criticize her. Here they go again, these blue tears. She hugged herself in a way.

It wasn't only guys, she though, Girls too hurts, like Rachel does, she is constantly calling me in my back the most UN-needed thing in this world. Even Numbuh 5 was more useful than her. They are always talking to each other like if Fanny didn't exist. What if she didn't exist? Maybe everyone would be better, less bitter.

What if she stopped existing starting by now?

A silence in her head appeared. MUTE, everything was mute. Black mute reality. She nearly could breathe She could move nor talk. She was stone. Even her heart had a more pleasing melody. Someone hugged her. It was a bit flue due of her tears. This is not a way she wanted to be seen, especially from Numbuh 60. He was there, standing beside her, hugging her and rocking her side to side. She heard a few whispers from the hallway. Rachel entered angrily. She got awaken. After a few seconds of yelling at Fanny, Patton explained that the red-haired wasn't feeling fine at all. The blond was fighting back. Still screaming like if her assistant did a crime. I said, LEAVE HER ALONE, conclude the only guy in the room. Rachel exited the room and closed the door on her way. Fanny's eyes got brighter.

They've talked for a several hours before her eyes couldn't stand open. Patton laid beside her. He looked so happy that it was almost fake. The thing is, Patton really like Fanny. Which way? No one knows, but him and Rachel aren't as friends as Fanny thinks. They hate each other actually. He would rather be with her than his own boss. After he told that, she laughed. He smiled. It's kinda late, he said, maybe I should go. He got up, covers her with her blanket, kiss her on her front head and whispered: ''Goodnight, Fanny''. He exited the room with the same smile. Fanny automatically felt asleep on the sound of these two words but sight just before. It was nearly the best night she ever had.

THIS PICTURE! Go see it: art/Friendless-Fanny-505782618