Shaping Our Destinies Chapter 1, a codename: kids next door fanfic

This is dedicated to KNDNumbuh0.6, as she came up with the idea. She also owns Ana. And I got the band idea from her fic, The Band.

Disclaimer: *Drum roll* Guess what? I totally just bought the KND from Mr. Warburton. Hee hee, not! But I DO own April, Jake, Hannah, Gardenia, Cassandra and Lucas. Gee, that's a mouthful. I OWN NONE OF THE SONGS OR OTHER CHARACTERS!

Shaping Our Destinies

Chapter 1

April's POV

"Ha! I've conquered you!" I, April Frida (Icelandic meaning peace) Dickson, exclaimed as I sat upon my white suitcase, forcing it closed.

"Good," My twin sister, Hannah Asdis (Icelandic meaning goddess), murmered over her People magazine. "I need your help."

I stared at my sister in utter disbelief, "You really care more about Demi Lovato being bipolar than going to the country of your birth?"

Hannah rolled her eyes, but her head snapped up in shock a few moments later. "Wait, you were being serious?"

"Aaaaaaaaaapril!" I heard my adopted sister and "Soul Sister" Ana Greene yell from inside the closet the three of us shared. "What do you wear in Iceland?"

I moaned and walked inside, helping Ana decide on different sweaters, long sleeved shirts, jeans, and boots. The whole predicament ended in Ana laying on her teal suitcase while I roughly jammed it all closed.

"You need a bigger suitcase," I teased as we lugged them down the two flights of steps of our old country house. You see, my family lived in Virginia, like a lot of KND and TND members. Now, my parents (Though evil) are wealthy, since their day jobs are a surgeon (My mom) and a lawyer (My dad) and I wouldn't highly doubt they stole money at one point or another... So, anyway, we live in this really big old house with a wrap-around porch and three floors and porches on every room. And it was white white gardens surrounding it. My great, great, great, great grandpa won the lottery or something and bought this house and paid off the mortgage right away, so it's been passed down from generation to generation.

"No, you just need a warmer place to travel!" Ana laughed as we finally reached the ground level.

"No, Ana!" One of my little sisters, Gardenia Eydis (Icelandic meaning isle goddess) insisted, sprinting down the long hallway from the kitchen to the door, "Iceland is beautiful!"

"Yeah," Nodded Gardenia's twin, Cassandra Kristjana (Icelandic meaning follower of Christ) following Gardenia and carrying our littlest brother Lucas Adalstienn (Icelandic meaning noble stone) who was only 9 months old, "And we know that from only being there once."

Ana laughed and rolled her eyes, "Okay, April, how long do we have until we head to the airport?"

I pulled out my bejewled (GREEN!) Sidekick, "About an hourish."

"Can we rehearse?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied, heading upstairs to get my older brother, Jake Fridrik (Icelandic meaning peaceful ruler) who played drums in our band, Bleeding Hearts.

Bleeding Hearts (I don't want to brag, but it's the BEST BAND EVER!) consisted of 8 members, Fernando Drilovsky, who sings, Ana, who sings and dances, Adrian Jacob, who plays the bass, Vada Bosquet, who sings and plays the guitars, Riley Berenson (I don't really like him at all), who plays the bass, Jake, who obviously plays the drums, Abby Lincoln played the keyboard, and then there's me, and I sing, play the guitar and bass.

Regretably, Jake shared a room with his evil twin Chad Geir (Icelandic meaning spear, how fitting). I despise Chad, he's a liar, he's pathetic and a player. Back on track, I had to knock on their door to get Jake, and I knew two things from past expirience:

1. Chad almost ALWAYS answers the door.

2. He really doesn't like seeing me.

I, who had gotten a head start, had to knock on the door. Or course.

"What do you want shrimpling?" Chad asked, roughly shoving me backwards and into a wall. He was right, I was only 5'1", and that's fairly short since I'm 17.

"I need Jake," I responded, pulling myself back to my normal (Small) height.

"Get lost itiot," Chad replied, starting to close the door.

"Chad, let us in," Ana demanded.

Chad opened the door and wriggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and punched my brother in the gut, forcing him to double over in pain, Jake and Ana laughed and I smiled sweetly at Jake.

"We need to rehearse, Battle of the Bands is a week after we get back from Iceland," Ana said simply.

Jake nodded, "We do need a lot of work. I'll run next door and get Ace and I'll call Riley. April, you can call Abby and Fernando, Ana can call Vada and Adrian."

Ana and I agreed and left, but not before I could kick Chad in the shins.

"Dang," He mumbled, "For a little thing, you sure can hit hard."

About 10ish Minutes Later

Ana's POV

"Abby, can I have a D?" April asked, trying to tune her bass guitar in our tree house. The tree house had become our project after Chad ruined a rehearsal for the umpteenth time a while back. It had taken us three and a half years, but now it was finished and properly furnished to play music in.

April laid her fingers on the right strings and played what was supposed to be a D, but came out WAY too sharp, I even knew that and I've never played a bass in my life. April, Riley and Adrian cringed.

Jake laughed under his breath, "Sounds like Gardenia played with it."

April groaned and started on the rest of her notes. Her E was sharp too and her G and A were both immensley flat. "Done!" She announced about 15 minutes later.

"What song are we playing?" Vada asked.

I thought for a minute, and looked over at Vada.

"Backstabber?" She suggested.

"YES YES YES YES YES!" April exclaimed, "I'll do it with you!"

We all agreed and began the song.

April: Back, back, backstabber
Back, back, backstabber
Back, back, backstabber

Vada: Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement all alone
'Cause your little conversation's got around
And look at what we all found out
Lookie here we all found out

April: That you have got a set of loose lips
Twisting stories all because you're jealous
Now I know exactly what you're all about
And this is what you're all about

Vada: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

April: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

April: Back, back, backstabber

Vada: Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

April: I'm sick and tired of hearing all about my life
From other bitches with all of your lies
Wrapped up so tight, so maybe you should shut your mouth
Shut your freaking mouth

Vada: Honestly, I think it's kinda funny that
You waste your breath talking about me
Got me feeling kinda special really
This is what you're all about

April: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

Vada: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

April: Back, back, backstabber
Stabber, stabber
Back, back, backstabber

Vada: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

Vada: Girl, you're such a backstabber
Taking and twisting it down, you're so manipulating
Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

Vada:Talk, talk, talk

April: Back, back, backstabber

Vada: Taking and twisting it down, you're so manipulating
Girl, talk, talk, you're looking like a lunatic
Everybody knows it
And everybody knows it

April: Everybody knows, yeah
You're looking like a lunatic
And everybody knows, yeah
Everybody knows

April beamed. "I didn't forget any words this time!" She announced proudly, making everyone laugh. April often caused us to do that, whether she was trying to or not.

"Oh, April," I giggled.

She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the left. "I was being serious," She insisted innocently, forcing us to laugh again.

"Okay, can I sing?" Fernando asked.

April and I exchanged glances and I shrugged. "What are you thinking?"

He shot a quick glance at April, who was inspecting her sea-green fingernails, and then looked back at me. "Misery," He said firmly.

Fernando: Misery
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So scared of breaking it
But you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I won't ever send
Sometimes these cuts are so much
Deeper than they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them be
So let me be
And I'll set you free

I am in misery
There ain't no other
Who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back

Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
It's not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel,
It's what I didn't show
So let me be
And I'll set you free

You say your faith is shaken
You may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting here
I don't care where I have to go

Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah
Why do you do what you do to me yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah

I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
Your silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back.

As he sung the last line, he looked up at April again, she was grinning from ear to ear and lip-syching along with him. It's sooo obvious that they like each other. I looked over at Adrian, who was smirking and rolling his eyes, I guess he thought the same thing.

After a few moments of semi-awkward silence, April looked down at her cell phone. "OH MY NINJA UNICORNS NAMED BOB!" She screamed, and began running in frantic circles.

We all broke out in to hysterical laughter. "April! What's wrong?" I asked between giggles.

"We have to leave, like, RIGHT NOW!" She insisted, dragging Jake and I out by our arms.

"April! You're acting like a two year old!" Jake muttered, rubbing his arm where April had most likely bruised it.

"OUR PLANE LEAVES IN 1 FREAKING HOUR!" April screamed.

Jake checked his watch, "Shit... Okay guys, we have to get going."

"See ya!" I waved.

"Text me!" April insisted as we climbed down the ladder.

Hannah and Chad met us at the door.

"Finally, itiots," Chad shoved April's suitcase roughly into her arms and then nicely handed me mine.

April scowled and pounced onto Chad back, grabbing his around the neck in a death hold, causing Chad's face to turn slightly blue. "You are a VERY MEAN PERSON! I don't put up with mean people!"

Jake snickered as he tugged his little sister off Chad's back, "Nice, April."

Chad put his arm around my shoulder and walked out the door. "Are you ready to visit the most romantic place on Earth?"

"Paris?" I asked sarcastically, elbowing Chad in the ribs.

April giggled and came up beside me, linking elbows. "Iceland, of course!"

"And to Iceland we go!" Jake agreed happily.

"You guys are way too happy for me," Hannah muttered.

"Jeez, way to ruin a mood," April muttered, playfully shoving her sister, who scowled and pushed April even harder.

I gave my Soul Sister a hug, "Nothing's going to ruin our mood, not today!"

Boy was I wrong.

And, PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT. Hee hee, that's what I say in Algebra... REVIEW!

-April