Hi! Missed me? It's been since about October since I've written a fanfic. (or at least continued one) Speaking of that, due to lack of reviews and downright laziness, I'm not finishing my last two fics, so that means if you want me to continue, REVIEW. This fanfic is about marching band in the eyes of Numbuh 5 (they're all 14 in this fic) who plays tenor sax, like me. (I got the idea from Paparazzi) Every chapter has one or more songs in it. (Mostly a mix of All Killer No Filler *Sum 41* and Meteroa *Linkin Park* Got the idea from Ahhelga *what would I do without my online friends*)So now I'll stop wasting your time and mine and start writing the fic. Remember: REVIEW OR ELSE! And I don't own the following: Kids Next Door or Sum 41. If I did, you'd never want another ¾ pairing fic again and Sum 41 would get really sick of playing Rhythms.

Operation: GCM

Green

Cutie

Max

Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

~*What's the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.
Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately,
I feel like I don't give a shit.*~

            It was a very warm summer afternoon. My dad was driving me to my dreaded first day of marching band. Now that I was a freshman, it was mandatory for me to be in concert band and marching band or I'd fail the 1st marking period of band. I was beginning to dread the day that I took up tenor saxophone. At least Kuki and Wallabee would be there, (Kuki plays flute and Wallabee plays trumpet) even though they've been going out since the middle of 7th grade and are all lovey-dovey around each other. Things weren't like that when we were in the Kids Next Door. I was friends with Nigel back then, but I'll get to that later. I finally got to the school in about five minutes, as usual.

~*Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to brake it.
Situation never what you want it to be.*~

            "Hi Abby," Kuki said, standing outside the band room entrance with her flute as I pulled my saxophone out of my dad's trunk. "Hey," I replied, catching my breath. Tenor saxophones are very heavy. "How the hell is Abby supposed to march with that thing?" Wally asked. "Hi Wally," Kuki said and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed slightly and awkwardly said hi. The band room door was soon open and we walked inside.

~*What's the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break.
It's all just a waste of time in the end.
I don't care so why should I even pretend.*~

            We all found some chairs and sat down as more freshmen walked in. Wally put together his trumpet and started playing some scales. Kuki and I caught up with each other and talked about all the stuff we did over the summer.

~*Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it.*~

            "Wally, I love you, but that trumpet is really annoying me," Kuki said as Wally began playing London Calling. *They're doing Clash songs. I don't own them either* "Sorry," Wally said as he moved away and began playing scales. "So, did you see any cute guys in New York City?" Kuki asked me. "Not really. I think I'm gonna be single forever," I said. "You'll find someone eventually, don't worry," Kuki reassured me, but I didn't believe her. "Hope so," I said. The band teacher Mr. Wolfe came in the room. He was with two seniors that I've seen around school before.

~*Nothing's new, everything's the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame.
I'm falling further behind, there's nothing to explain.
No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind.*~

            "Hello children," Mr. Wolfe said, sounding like any band teacher, as everyone stopped practicing, "I'm very excited that we'll finally begin to train this year's freshmen for marching band. Here to help me are this year's drum major's, Lisa Wright and Josh Umbriano." The two seniors waved to all the freshmen after their little introduction.

"So if everyone will come outside, we can start practicing," Mr. Wolfe said. All the freshmen picked up their instruments and walked outside to the baseball field. Once we got out there, we all stood in a straight vertical line. There were a lot of bugs outside that kept on flying on my legs.

~*Can't pretend on doubt until the end.
It seems like leaving friends has become
This year's trend and though I can't pretend.
It's not the same but who's to blame,
For all those stupid things I never said.*~

            "New rule for marching band," I said to Kuki, "never wear shorts." "I know, these bugs are so annoying," Kuki said, shooing one off her leg. "Ok, let's start with the basic moves of marching band," Mr. Wolfe said, "you have to think of the field as a big piece of graphing paper…" Mr. Wolfe droned on about how to march. (Aka: you don't need to hear the whole thing) "Band, attend hut!" Lisa said after we were told how to begin marching. "Hut," everyone said in a mix of tired voices. "You have to say it louder. Let's try again,"Lisa said, "band, attending hut!" "Hut!" everyone said louder. "Good, horns up!" Lisa shouted as everyone put their mouthpieces on their mouths, "mark time harch!" Lisa began to clap her hands to the beat that everyone was supposed to march to. We practiced this for about an hour and then went inside to get our stuff and leave. I called my dad on my cell phone and went to wait for him outside.

~* It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.*~

            As I waited outside with Kuki, this other freshman I kind of knew caught my eye. I think his name was Max. He had a punky style like Wally, except he didn't like Linkin Park. He was wearing a black shirt that said Rancid (they're a band in case you've never heard of them) in red letters with kaki cargo shorts. There was something different about him since the last time I saw him. I didn't figure it out at first but he had green hair now. Despite his look, he was really shy. He looked over and smiled at me. I was startled at first, but smiled back. I saw his braces. They had green rubber bands that matched his hair. He also had the most beautiful blue eyes that I've ever seen. I can't believe I didn't notice him all of junior high. I think just at that second, I fell in love.

~* Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they're not.
You can't let it go, whoa.
You can't but I know.
Whoa, Whoa you don't even know.*~

            "Abby," Kuki said, tapping my shoulder, "your dad's here." "Oh, sorry," I said. Kuki and I both went into my dad's car. As we left, I took one last look at Max. He looked kind of sad. I felt bad for him for some reason. He also had really cute puppy-dog eyes when he looked sad that made me melt instantly like a handful of M&Ms in Don Vito's (see Via La Bam) hand on the hottest day of the year in Australia.

~* It's not in what you do, more in what you say.

It's not in what you do, more in what you say.

It's not in what you do, more in what you say.

It's not in what you do, what you do*~

            "So girls, how was the practice with the marching and the band and the playing and the conducting?" my dad asked. "It was ok, but I'm not very good at it," I said. "Same here," Kuki said, "I wonder if they'll have to kick me out because I can't march." "Don't worry girls, you'll get the hang of it soon," my dad said. "We better," I said, "We have our first competition in less than a month." "Really?" my dad asked, "Isn't that a bit early?" "Yeah, but that's Mr. Wolfe for you," Kuki said. We soon got to Kuki's house. "Bye, thanks for the ride," Kuki said as my dad dropped her off. "You're welcome, dear. Bye," my dad said. "Bye," I said as she left.

~* A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
You've always been denied, but always by your side.
I've always tried to, to understand you,
the worlds not learning from you.*~

            As soon as she got in her house, my dad drove off. I looked out the window and thought about Max. Would he ever even think about me? Has he thought about me? Do I even have a chance with him? I've always had the worst luck with boys, so I kind of already knew the answer to that one. When I was ten, back when I was known as Numbuh 5 in the Kids Next Door, I liked our leader, Numbuh 1, aka Nigel Uno, but he had a girlfriend, a really annoying one at that. I'll never forget Lizzie. The happiest moment of my life was on the Delightful Children's eleventh birthday when Nigel nearly broke up with her, but it soon turned into my worst when they got back together. Nigel and I were still good friends, which got on Lizzie's nerves because she could always tell that I had a thing for him. Nigel and I used to fight a lot. Whenever he yelled at the team, it always seemed he was yelling at me directly. Once he made me cry after the yelling. I didn't cry until I got to my room, but still. Since he always apologized afterwards, I wondered if he secretly liked me. He probably didn't since he seemed so happy with Lizzie, at least until we got used to her. I never got used to her. If I ever had the chance, I would of strangled her. Right now, I'd give anything just to be friends with Nigel, but he probably hates me now because of what happened back when we were 12.

There you have it, chapter 1 of operation GCM. It was kinda vague and boring, but I promise the rest of it will be better. Since Florida, I've dumbed down a bit. The only thing I learned is all dudes care about is being funny and getting laid. Yeah, so remember, read, review, and stay away from guys. TTFN! ~*numbuh4lpluva*~ PS: the songs were "Motivation" and "Summer", both by Sum 41.