Chapter 1: The new kid
"Leaving in 10!"
"Leaving in 5!"
"Not leaving at all."
This is a way too noisy environment when defeating the goblin king boss with the spoon of magical elements in Fantasy Fairground 2: The story of the villain of Creantia.
Tan skin, dark hair, and pale blue eyes are prominent in the little girls features as she laid with her stomach on the couch. Kelsey's legs swung to and fro ignoring the hustle and bustle of mom and dad.
One sigh and the ache in her body is enough motivation to get off the leather furniture. That and she is hankering for some food.
She sprawled like a cat, stretching some aching muscles, before making her way to the kitchen. Her dad was heading off to work in the city and her mom was leaving to meet up with other moms' and have a canasta game... at least that is what she thinks. She was never too sure what her mom was up to, after all her mom has more of a social life than she does.
She finally made it to the kitchen miraculously without bumping into her parents eyes still glued to a small screen. What could she make?
Simple? Yes. She maneuvered herself to the fridge blindly reaching for metal box.
Easy to make? Yes. Her body uses the fridge to redirect herself to the bread in the pantry. Stove? No. She grabbed two pieces of bread in one hand and went to the panini grill and plugged it in an outlet.
Sandwich? Another round toward the fridge and she is feeling up the fruits, vegetables, and dairies.
Lettuce? Nope. Instead she grabs herself two slices of cheese. Dairy it is.
All while she was prepping her sandwich, dear old dad turned the panini grill on and buttered it up with cooking spray. He kissed his daughter good bye and yelled he was leaving. Meanwhile the mom carefully steered her daughter back to the grill from the fridge and set up her sandwich, then closed it before giving her daughter one more kiss before leaving her as well.
Kelsey spammed a few buttons as the panini grill flattened and melt her sandwich just the way she liked it. A yawn came from her end, then looked at the clock. Promptly she shut off her hand-held device after the Goblin King obliterated her magical spoon and basically any chance of her defeating him. A ding alerted her dinner was ready and she took her sandwich out of the grill and unplugged the contraption. She sprinkled a bit of pepper and cut herself some tomatoes on the side.
She looked back at the clock before heading to the island in the kitchen to eat. After said meal, she glances at the clock and started counting down from 10.
10. She got up.
9.8.7. She walked over to the sink.
6.5.4. She runs water over all the dishes in the sink.
3.2.1. She leans against the kitchen counter and snaps her fingers.
Cue random laser noise. Vroom.
Random disgruntled complaints. Check.
Mass migration of people flood down the street. Thump Thump thump.
A scream from an unsatisfied teenage girl. Okay.
There you are Perry line. Just in time.
Cheers of children her age getting snacks. Yup.
Now for the final event on her everyday check list.
A knock on her door just did her schedule justice. Kelsey took a deep breath in and shut off the tap in the sink before she fetched the door. Frantic knocks are all she can hear as she traveled to the front of her house.
Honestly she would be upset of somebody did this type of treatment to her door, but she grown so accustomed to it and doesn't bother her anymore.
"What do you want?"
"Kelsey did you see what Phineas and Ferb did today!"
There, standing in front of her door, is the one and only Django Brown. Artist, surfer, and 'human pretzel' extraordinaire.
"No I did not Brown and it's none of my concern."
She left the front door open and let the brown haired kid waltz on in and follow her to the kitchen area.
"Dude! It was like awesome! You should have been there the whole neighborhood was ..."
She tuned her companion out for a while as he told her the invention the stepbrothers created today. She could never get up and do the things they did. Mostly because she is lazy and she doesn't have an interest in what the Flynn-Fletchers do. A thought crossed her mind before he continued to ramble for the next 30 minutes.
"You did close the door right?"
All she heard was a scoff from the boy.
"Of course I did. I wasn't raised in a barn."
"But you were raised with a peace loving, open sister and a creative, social attracting dad. And may I remind you that your door is always open. Like all the time. You guys should invest in a lock."
"My sister says that we should accept everyone who walks in our-"
"You know that doesn't mean you should leave your door unlock 24/7 for the whole world to enter right."
"Well, I think they would be more interested in going to the Flynn-"
"Oh you know what I mean. I just don't want another incident like last-"
"Oh would you get over that. It was one time!"
It was her turn to scoff at him this time before tending to the dishes in the sink. The artist rolled his eyes before both of them talked in useless banter.
In honesty, she doesn't know why he keeps coming back to her house to talk. Well, at first, it was to "invite" the new girl on the street to one of the crazy shenanigans the neighbors down the street does every day. But she has shown a clear dislike to that idea yet he still kept pushing. Somewhere between now and then they've gain a mutual respect to each other, following a routine. Of course this routine easily breaks if brown is with his family or etc.
It was nearing dark and Brown had to leave to meet up with curfew. During his visit both children moved toward the living room, talking while the T.V. plays endlessly.
Once he left, Kelsey plugged in her gaming console to the T.V. determined to play this until 2 a.m. so she could sleep in and not hear what the Flynn-Fletcher brothers are doing today.
"Okay, now jump to your feet and try to balance. Just go for it."
"Umm. Brown I don't think this is exactly safe."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's because I am on top of your house balancing on a surfboard and a beach ball while you are on the ground of your backyard."
You heard it right. Little girl Kelsey had an interest in learning to surf and the Brown kid was so elated and started to give her lessons. However due to no transportation to the beach in Danville, to improve Kelsey's nonexistent surfing skills he made her do little tricks and exercises. Which so happens, that this little stunt is. Balancing on her stomach on a two story building, while a boy no taller or wiser than her tells her to stand up from her already precarious position.
"Come on it's not that bad."
"You have no right to talk! You went to the ER last week!"
Kelsey had no idea how or why he went to the ER, she just knew he did. Incredibly, Brown had a remarkable recovery rate. And as you, and everyone in the Tristate area, can tell Kelsey and Brown are yelling from a two story distance and the former was trying so hard not to die.
"Don't worry it is safe. I tried it before, you are going to be fine!"
"Really?"
As much as it went against her logic Kelsey was going to try it. At least it was proven achievable by some source and they turned out fine. Somewhere mid jump she barely registered the words he yelled.
"Yeah! I tried it last week!"
... oh mother nature, God, and other deities or supernatural beings, please let her live another life. She is so sure if she dies today that it was because she was mis informed of such risks and it wasn't her fault for her death.
Kelsey tried her best to get a good solid landing on the precariously wobbly surfboard. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, she did have a solid footing, but the rubber ball she was balancing on decided to reject her with its elasticity and bouncy quality and send her down the roof.
"KELSEY!"
The tan girl was trying her best to "surf" down the roof of the yellow t-shirt kid without flying off her board. Another side of luck decided to give a part of herself to Kelsey as she remained relatively unharmed as she landed in Brown's backyard and into a conveniently placed shrub.
Brown, however, was gracefully hit by his own surfboard she was using in this whole fiasco.
"... In hindsight, it would be better if I didn't tell you when I tried performing this stunt." An injured brown boy groaned.
"You think!?"
Brown was rubbing profusely where the surfboard hit him as Kelsey was pulling leaves and twigs out of her hair. The black haired girl was going to fetch the boy's sister until he regretfully informed her that his sister was at a rally trying to save a bird or something.
"So you mean to tell me, we were performing a stunt with no adult (young or old) around to call 911, use first aid, or in any means to get us help if we were injured more than just scrapes and bruises."
Silence. "Well, when you put it like that-"
"Brown?"
"Yes?"
"You are an idiot."
No comments, no words, nothing. Both children went into the house got patched up by the only girl inside and they played mindless video games until his sister or dad came back.
"Ms. Delacruz, you will be on in 15."
A man in a fetching suit and a woman with a slim dress stood next to a young girl tapping her fingers to notes on a paper.
"Kelsey, dear, we are heading out now. We will be sitting near the back so do not fret if you don't see us."
"Yeah honey, break a leg."
The girl stayed silent as her parents retreated. She sighed before flipping back to page 1 and repeating the same process she was doing when her parents were here. She adorned a cute mid sleeve dress that fanned out from the waist down. It possessed a thick ribbon that was tied in the back with an equally big bow. The dress was quite comfortable and it gave her a lot of space to move.
"On in 5 Ms. Delacruz."
She nodded her head to the stage manager and headed to the performers side entrance. Her hair was pinned back with a barrette instead of letting her bangs hang free. It was also smoothed down and straightened than her natural layered locks.
"Good luck."
She entered the stage, walked behind the curtain and got on stage. The lights enveloped her body as she made her way to the piano. A light, considerate clapping audience gave their support to the young pianist. However, someone caught the girl's attention. There, in the back of the front section, just barely enough lights to make out a mop of brown hair, sat Django Brown.
She started to play.
"Let me come! Come on please!"
The other tan individual was on the floor hanging on to Kelsey like his life depended on it.
"It is just a piano competition. A boring one at that! What kid in their right mind would go to a 2-and-a-half-hour competition listening to classical music on their own free will!"
She was prepping for said competition by heading to the keyboard she had upstairs in her room until a mass of yellow and brown assaulted her just as she was getting on the stairs.
"But-"
"But what!"
She had no time to play today. This competition was important because this would qualify her to semi-finals. She really needed the practice because she is determined to win this year for her 3rd year running.
"I never knew you played piano, so I want to be there as support."
"Brown, no offense, but this is a serious competition and I don't need you screaming my name out when I get on and off the stage, so no."
She pulled her leg out of his grip and booked herself upstairs so she can practice.
She didn't see him the entire week that followed. And it seemed her life was going to go back too normal, yet here he is now. He had a gleam in his eyes as she played through one of Bach's sonatas.
She finished the piece and stood up. Her eyes scanned again and found a smiling kid near center. Kelsey bowed before making her way off stage for the next competitor. The stage director leads her to the dressing rooms once again and left her there until the end of the competition.
' I never knew you played piano, so I want to be there as support.'
Django. Hmmm, what a peculiar guy.
Extra: Open door Policy
Django and Kelsey were sitting in the kitchen talking like they usually do. In other words, Django was talking about what Phineas and Ferb were doing today and Kelsey was vaguely listening.
"You should have seen it! We went like whoosh, then wham, and there was this brrrrrring sound that made us-..."
She nodded and made humming sounds. This was just the third time she's been in his house, so she was still respectfully being relatively nice and polite with all members of the house. She didn't venture off on her own, she politely denied any snacks or food, she didn't use their restroom for any use besides number 1 and washing hands, she cleaned up her own messes if she did make a mess, and stayed silent when the other household members walk by to talk to Django.
"And then-"
"Hey Django."
"Oh hey Loraine."
A woman that looks like she is between the ages of 25-35 walks into the kitchen and grabs the Brown's entire jar of sugar then leaves again.
"Bye Django."
"Bye Loraine."
Kelsey blinked. Then blinked again. Once more she did. Then she looked over to Django still animatedly talking about the Flynn-Fletcher family.
"Django."
Kelsey interrupted him. In her mind she is completely baffled that a stranger casually walks inside his house grabbed not one cup, but the whole container of sugar and walks back out like she wasn't there. In addition, Django did nothing, but greet her and basically let her steal his whole sugar jar.
Django stopped talking and looked to the black haired girl.
"Who was that."
He looked confused for a moment before registering who she was referring to.
"That was Loraine."
Kelsey gave him a deadpanned look. No kidding, it's not like he stared directly at Kelsey, said hey Loraine, then continue to talk about the Flynn-Fletchers and finally said bye to said person who stole his family's sugar.
"No, really?"
Django sighed. Sarcasm, looks like somebody wants answers. It wasn't that complicated really. He looked at the Hawaiian girl.
"She is our neighbor Kelsey, nothing unusual."
She stared at him critically before rolling her hand in a silent way that meant continue. He smiled before puffing his chest so he can continue his story about what the Phineas and Ferb were up to.
He visibly deflated when the front door opened again and caught Kelsey's attention.
"Hey Django."
"Hey Rick."
The girl watched as a boy the same age as them walks in and takes Django's jacket from the coat closet. Then like the woman before, leave with a casual bye.
"Classmate, you'll see him in school."
She stared blankly at him before pointing at something behind him. He looked back again before seeing another person in his house.
"Django."
And there goes the leaf blower.
"City park Gardener."
"Brown's son."
Finished art sculptures.
"Dad's business manager."
"Dj!"
A stereo system.
"My cousin's best friend's cousin."
"Hey DB what is up my man!"
Sandwiches.
"Neighbor's ex-wife 5th boyfriend."
"Brown junior!"
Suitcase.
"Neighbor's ex-wife 5th boyfriend's new girlfriend."
"Little B!"
Girly clothing's
"President of Danville high Peace around the world club."
"Jenny's little bro."
Strike signs.
"Jenny's new recruit for peace around the world club: mission europeace."
Then finally a man that looked like a pharmacist walks in and casually grabs a flamethrower in the art cave of Django's father. He looked up at the two children before shrugging.
"... I don' the know them."
He walked out and didn't bother closing the door. He had a really bad slouch. Kelsey unconsciously straightened her back when he left. Django just stared at the door before replying,
"I don't know him either, but he probably really needed that flamethrower."
In and out people went, it was systematic and organized like an assembly line. Why do the Browns have a flamethrower in the first place? She will never know.
"Is this common?"
Django just nodded as he watched the girl in front of him rub her temples and metaphorically age 8 years. Her gaze was half lidded and he saw an irk mark on her forehead. He is confident that she is really annoyed with him now. He backed away from the counter top and start prepping Kelsey's favorite sandwich. At least he can lessen the annoyance of the Hawaiian girl.
"... I am going to use your restroom, if one more person, not from your immediate family, comes in and 'borrow' something. I am leaving and not talking to you for a week."
Django nodded to her as she ventured to his restroom, but not before she went to the front door, locked it, then glared at him. He watched as she climbed up the stairs to the master bathroom as that was the only bathroom with a lock in it. Technically it was his, but he shared it with his father. He knew that Kelsey felt uncomfortable with his sister's restroom ever since she took the door off and replaced it with a hippie type curtain. He continued to prepare her sandwich when a knock comes from the door. He glanced upstairs to see if Kelsey was coming down already before he opened the door.
"Hey Django!"
"Phineas, what's up!"
Lo and behold there stood Phineas Flynn. One of the Kings that rule summer.
"I had so much fun at your house today!"
They exchange a few words and had a mini conversation. For some strange reason Kelsey isn't down yet so he didn't feel like he should worry for Phineas to be here. Kelsey had an unusual dislike for Phineas and Ferb and he didn't understand why. He asked once, but when she tried to explain her reason words seem to deflect off his skull. All he remembered from the conversation was something about the level of sanity within Danville. He shrugged it off the next day.
"Oh by the way, can we borrow your flame thrower?"
Django frowned when he told Phineas that some other guy borrowed it first.
"But we do have an industrial blowtorch."
"Thanks, we can use that."
Phineas explained that their blowtorch was broken since last week's invention. Apparently Addison told Isabella who told Phineas that he had a flame thrower. Phineas and Ferb could use a flame thrower, and if they needed more precision they can just make an attachable part to get the job done.
Django briefly looked toward the stairs to see if Kelsey finished yet. He didn't hear any footsteps so he had time. Besides this wasn't like the others who just took the stuff they needed and leave, Phineas came, knocked the door, and politely asked. So this should be fine right? Anyway Django nodded and let Phineas inside, he told him that it should be in the garage and he can check there.
Phineas nodded, let himself on and went to the garage. The moment the garage door closed, Kelsey climbed down the stairs.
"Django, I know that your family is very... open, but please be weary who you lend your stuff to."
"Okay yeah sure, but anyway Phineas-"
"Ugh. Can we not talk about the Flynn-Fletchers for the rest of the day? I don't want to hear them, see them, or talk about them right now."
Kelsey was so done with them. After the bathroom fiasco literally half a minute ago, she really doesn't want to talk about them right now. She feels like a very thin string right now, one more tug and she is going to snap.
Django now seems horrified as Kelsey so vehemently doesn't want anything Phineas and Ferb related right now. What happened upstairs that made her so angry? This rage is so out of the blue! Now what! A certain redhead is in his house sharing the same roof of a girl who looks like she is ready to hit the innocent inventor.
"Wait, what happened-"
"Don't speak about it."
"But-"
"Shut up."
Well, someone's in a mood. Django would've rolled his eyes, but he was too nervous about his friend Phineas. He feels like he can just hear the shuffling of tools in the garage get louder.
"Well I need to-"
"-ey Djang-"
"-gets! Jackets! I need a jacket; do you need a jacket?"
Django cut Phineas off as he pushed Kelsey back up the stairs,
"You should get a jacket in my sister's room! It is getting chilly in here. Brrrrrrrrr! Okay go get us jackets!"
Kelsey stumbled up on the stairs and got shoved into his sister's room. He heard a thud, but paid no mind to it as he slid down the stairs on the banister. He appeared right in front of Phineas a second later.
"Did you find it yet?"
Phineas shook his head no and said it wasn't in there. Django was going to lead him out of the house until he saw a certain Hawaiian girl descending the stairs in which he turned around and showed Phineas the kitchen and told him to look in there.
"Django because of you I got a rug burn in your sister's room."
Kelsey came down with a really red knee. Some of the skin was punctured so little dots of red were there. She went downstairs with no jackets of any kind. Of course she wouldn't come down with any jackets. The coat closet was down here and Jenny's room was filled with only clothing meant to be worn by a teenage girl. She is still a child, a child with a small and somewhat broad physique.
"And the coat closet is down here. If you're cold you could always put on the AC."
However, as Kelsey said that, she was walking towards the kitchen. Probably expecting her sandwich to be done by now.
"Great idea Kelsey! So why don't you turn on the AC. It was your idea after all!"
This time Kelsey was pushed toward the laundry room where the device was. This time Django did not shove her inside. Instead he just slammed the door on her and locker her in, an improvement if anything.
Phineas, again, was found with no blowtorch in his hands. A little conversation input, Kelsey somehow out of the room she was locked in and a game of hide and find was being played. Two out of the three players completely don't know they are playing the game and the one remaining really didn't want to play either.
This is usually where random instrumentals start playing and all three are reenacting a chase scene on Scooby-Doo. Like the old ones from the 2000s not the new one that looks like the new animator is the guy who draws for family guy. Besides the point. So after the 90's cartoon scene the ending was near.
"Hey Django, I found it!"
Barely a second passed before Django was right beside Phineas. By how fast he came from the sound of his name, anyone could have guessed he teleported.
"That's great!"
"Thanks a lot though. Without this, Ferb and I would have to think of something different to do tomorrow. Not that we can't, but we really wanted to create a high tech double Dutch system in a computerized hamster ball that actually speaks Dutch you know?"
"Totally get it. Sounds awesome as usual."
As they were nearing the door Phineas turned toward Django.
"So are we going to see you tomorrow?"
"Aw, I can't. I'm hanging out with Kelsey."
"She's the new girl isn't she?"
"Yeah."
"You should invite her over sometime. The whole gang would love to meet her. Save for Buford of course."
"Maybe one day."
They both said their goodbyes before heading their separate ways. Just when Django thought he was in the clear, the door to the coat closet was shut closed, startling the boy. There stood in all her glory was Kelsey Delacruz, leaning on the door she just shut.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire as the expression goes. Django tried to explain, but Kelsey just raised her hand up in gesture that meant stop. She nods her head to the living room where she made her escape and jumped on the couch. A moment while later Django came in with a grilled cheese sandwich and peppered tomato slices. He sat in silence as he watches the girl eat the grilled cheese. The T.V. was on but it was muted.
"You know; you could've just told me that Phineas was here."
Django fumbled with his fingers as he kept glancing away from the tan skinned girl.
"But you were so adamant that you wanted to not talk about Phineas or ferb for the rest of the evening. I thought it would upset you to know that he was in the house AND that he was borrowing one of my stuff."
The girl just rolled her eyes. She has been doing that a lot lately. She explained that it was fine if the Flynn-Fletchers wanted to borrow something because she trusted them. Plus, after being pushed around the house in a game of cat and mouse, her head was cooled down a bit.
"As weird as it sounds coming from my mouth. The Flynn-Fletcher brothers aren't people who come in recklessly and take your stuff. They are really responsible and, quite honestly, pretty chill."
Django was convinced the world was ending today. That was until Kelsey smacked his head with her palm. However, Django was happy, it looks like Kelsey is warming up to the brothers.
"... you know when they are not being to obnoxiously annoying and start working at 6 am in the morning daily."
And she's back. Well...
He jumped on Kelsey when her guard was down and gave her a bear hug. Both children ended up on the floor laughing. Both really glad that Kelsey set the plate down on the side table before Django attempted his surprise attack hug.
... Django wouldn't want her to change one bit.
AN: First chapter, still looking for a beta. Mistakes will be made, most of them either grammar, spelling, and fragments.