A/N: Don't have much to say...

Disclaimer: If you're still reading this, please bang your head on a desk. (And no, I don't own the Kids Next Door.)

Chapter 2

Things Go Wrong

Numbuh 5's POV:

"Numbuh 2, I found the problem. The pipe is dented." I was under the S.C.A.M.P.E.R., helping Numbuh 2 fix it after it got hit by some teens' aircraft.

Numbuh 2 squeezed in beside me. "I'll need a WZKR-2890 for that," he said. I crawled out from under the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. and rummaged through the toolbox.

"Is it this?" I asked after a while, holding up some random screwdriver.

Numbuh 2 shook his head.

"Well, then, Numbuh 5 can't find it."

Numbuh 2 looked in the box. "Oh, it must be in my room. Can you go get it for me?"

"Sure." I got up, brushed off my shirt (which now had an oil stain on it), and ran to Numbuh 2's room.

Numbuh 3's POV:

"Now is it over?" Numbuh 4 mumbled, still plugging his ears.

"No, silly, it's still my TV time!" I replied. My show was almost over, though, and I knew that when it was, Numbuh 4 would start hogging the TV again.

"Bye-bye!" all the Rainbow Monkeys were saying. They held hands and started dancing and singing the Goodbye-See-You-Next-Time song.

"It's over!" Numbuh 4 declared. He jumped onto the couch and changed the channel. I left. Who, besides Numbuh 4, wants to see a bunch of people with giant muscles slam into each other? I sure didn't.

I skipped to my room, but accidentally bumped into Numbuh 5, causing her to hit a table with a glass of water on it. The water spilled onto her.

"Oopsy-daisy! Sorry, Numbuh 5!" I helped her up.

"Don't worry about it, Numbuh 3." She stood up. "Hey, could you get a screwdriver from Numbuh 2's room for me? He said it was on his desk. I need to go change."

"Okie-dokie!" I went into Numbuh 2's room and found the screwdriver…and a note.

"Hmmm…" I read it out loud. "Numbuh 3: I've been meaning to tell you something. I've always liked you. You've been like a big sister to me, no, to everyone. You were always there when something went wrong, you (almost) never freak out on a mission.

It's time I told you that…I like you. As in like like you. No, really. Even though you think my jokes are terrible (which they're not), I still like you. So I was just wondering…do you like me back? And not just as a friend? Numbuh 2."

Oh wow! Numbuh 2 likes me! I thought excitedly. I've never thought about if I liked him though…

After carefully putting the note back, I went to Numbuh 5's room. "Here's the screwdriver!" She took it from me.

"Thanks." Numbuh 5 walked to the elevator.

Numbuh 2's POV:

I waited impatiently for Numbuh 5 to return. I wondered if she saw my note. She had to; it was right next to my screwdriver. Obviously, I had left the screwdriver there on purpose, so that Numbuh 5 would see my letter.

Numbuh 5 appeared at the end of the stairs. "Here's the screwdriver." Her expression was just…normal, which struck me as weird, because I thought she would be surprised at my note. She walked past me and crawled back under the S.C.A.M.P.E.R., like nothing unusual about the day had happened. I waited a moment longer for her to say something about the note, but she didn't bring up the subject.

She probably doesn't like you back, that's why, I thought, following Numbuh 5 underneath the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. She's disturbed about the note…or something. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. No, make that an explosion of disappointment. We quickly finished fixing the pipe, then Numbuh 5 said, "Oh no! I'm late for dinner! My dad's gonna kill me!" She ran off.

I stared sadly at where she had used to be. Yup, it's official…she hates me. She made up that she was late for dinner, so she wouldn't need to spend anymore time with me…Now how will I ask her to the dance?

Numbuh 4's POV:

"Take that, you cruddy hamsters! Agh!" I sprayed more soda at those stupid hamsters, but they just kept spraying soda back. "Alright, you've done it now!"

I chased them around the kitchen right to some familiar Rainbow Monkey slippers.

"Hi Numbuh 4!" Was it just me, or did Numbuh 3 seem even more cheerful than usual? "Joaquin, what did I tell you about stealing soda?" She managed to shoo them off.

"Thanks." I tossed her a can, then got one for myself. We drank our soda in silence for a while, then Numbuh 3 said, "Numbuh 4, can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah, sure."

She peeked out the door, then shut it, making me wonder how important this secret really was.

"Numbuh 2 likes me!" she exclaimed. It took all my strength to keep my soda in my mouth.

"Yeah, right. How do you know that?" I said, pretending to not care.

Numbuh 3's smile was so big, it looked like her face would crack. "I read a note on his desk. It said something like: Numbuh 3, I want to tell you that I like like you! Do you like me back?"

I barely listened to her words. If she was so happy about this, then did that mean she liked Numbuh 2 back? As in like like? A very bad feeling was forming in my stomach, and it wasn't because I drank too much soda.

"But…but…I thought Numbuh 2 liked Numbuh 5!" I said desperately.

She just shrugged. "That's what I thought, too."

"Well…then…does that mean…you…like him back?" I could barely get the words out.

"I don't know. I mean, I like him as a friend, but I never thought about like liking him…" I silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"But wouldn't it be soooo cute if we both liked each other? Then we could be boyfriend and girlfriend, and then when we could grow up we could have a big wedding and—" I tried hard to keep myself from doing a spittake, but it backfired, and soda squirted out of my nose.

"Eww! Numbuh 4! What was that for?" Numbuh 3 shrieked, all girly-ish.

"Um…nothing. I just think…that it's stupid to have a wedding." I got up and walked out the door. Great…she probably does like Numbuh 2…Now how I supposed to ask her to go with me to the dance?

-Transmission Interrupted-

A/N: Just FYI, Numbuh 3 doesn't know that she likes Numbuh 4. But she does. Basically, she subconsciously likes him. Just so this story will work.