Chapter 2 is finally out! Sorry it wasn't out earlier, but I recently got a new computer so I re-wrote the chapter on the new one. But it's out! And I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Rachel clicked her tongue as she walked into her living room and dropped her bag by the door. "What are you watching?" she asked Harvey and plopped down on the couch beside him, her arm going to the arm of the couch.

"Don't scare me like that!" Harvey shouted and jumped, scooting away from his sister.

Rachel tried to ignore the hurt that settled in her stomach when she saw him move as far away from as he could. "Sorry," she apologized and faced the television again. "So," she dragged out the word. "Whatcha' watchin'?" she repeated the question.

"Disappeared," he answered, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on top of them.

Rachel's eyebrows raised. "The show on Investigation Discovery?" she asked and frowned. "Aren't you a little young to be watching a show like that?"

Harvey snorted. "After what happened, I think this is the perfect show for me," he started straight ahead. "And it just proves the Kids Next Door's point, adults are cruddy."

"Harvey," Rachel frowned and reached out, about to place her hand on his shoulder when he jerked away and jumped up, yelling not to touch him and then making the excuse that he had already seen the episode before and retreating to his room.

Rachel pulled her hand back and looked back at the television, the episode was about a little girl who went missing without a trace. Rachel sighed and grabbed the remote from where Harvey had discarded it and changed the channel, stopping on a cartoon of Rainbow Monkeys.

"Hi Rachel!" Fanny shouted and jogged over to her and her brother, whom she had brought out for ice cream as a silent apology for making him feel uncomfortable earlier. "Oh! Who's this boy?" she asked, looking down at Harvey.

Harvey's eyes widened. "N-Numbuh 86 s-sir!" Both girls looked down at him in confusion and Harvey flushed heavily, looking away. "Never mind. Neither of you teenagers would know what I was talking about anyway," he scowled.

"Anyway," Rachel cut in. "This is my little brother, Harvey," he introduced.

"Oh!" Fanny grinned. "I'm here with my brothers as well!" she gestured to the smaller boys behind her. "This is Paddy and Shaunie," she introduced the red heads.

"Hi Numbuh 363," Paddy greeted, waving at Harvey.

"Numbuh 85," Harvey nodded.

"Again with the numbers?" Rachel's eyebrows raised and she shrugged. "Okay, then, Harvey, what do you want from the menu?

"Chocolate! A big one!"

"You got it!" Rachel winked and ordered the ice cream, getting a chocolate cone for herself as well, before turning back to Fanny and her brothers while the worker got the cone ready. "Wanna sit with us?" she offered.

"Sure, I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

Rachel nodded and gestures over to an empty table. "Harvey, why don't you go with them while I wait for the ice cream, okay?" Harvey nodded and left with Fanny and her brothers.

"No! My sister was the best Kids Next Door operative when she was still commissioned!" Paddy shouted across the table at Harvey, who was scowling. Shaunie was happily eating his own ice cream and Fanny had her head buried in her hands.

"Oh! Good, you're back!" Fanny exclaimed when she lifted her head again. "Maybe you can do something about them! They won't stop arguing about their stupid game!" she glared at Paddy. "Which, I'll have you know, I don't remember ever playing!"

Before either Rachel or Paddy got the chance to answer back, Harvey leaned forward. "No way! Your sister was just head of decommissioning! My sister was Soopreme Leader," he snapped. "She was coolest and got to know all kinds of top secret information!"

Rachel couldn't help it, though she had no idea what they were talking about, she felt a little swell of pride at her brother defending her. "Either way," Rachel cut in. "whatever you two are talking about seems to be in the past. How about focusing your future," she held out the cone to Harvey. "Especially if that future includes ice cream!" she grinned when Harvey cheered and dug into his ice cream.

"So," Rachel slid onto the bench beside Fanny. "Anything else interesting happen while I was gone?" she asked.

"As if," she snorted. "The most interesting thing to happen is them arguing," she jerked her thumb at the two boys who had occupied themselves by stuffing their faces.

"Must've been a joy," she snickered.

"Hi Fanny!" a new voice cut in and both girls turned to see a Japanese girl strolling over to them, one hand in the air, waving, and the other held on tightly to the hand of a slightly shorter, blond male. "Hi Rachel!"

"Uhm," Rachel shifted. "Hi?" she recognized the girl from her science class, but she didn't know her name. She only remembered her because of her rainbow colored Pride bracelet that circled her wrist. She had heard of the horror stories of small towns and their hatred for anything different, and after the encounter in the bathroom, she had been surprised to see someone wearing such a thing, as she had her own wide array of Pride merchandise in her bedroom.

"Can we sit?" she asked politely, but didn't wait for answer and sat on the bench next to Harvey, who instantly scooted away. "I'm Kuki," she introduced herself. "And this is my boyfriend, Wally," she giggled and nudged the grumbling blond next to her.

"Nice to meet you," Rachel greeted politely, and then added, "I like your bracelet, where'd you get it?"

Kuki's eyes lit up. "Thanks! I made it myself," she held her wrist out, showing off the bracelet. "Oh!" she gushed. "I could make you one, if you want! As a welcome present!" she offered.

"Sure!"

"Ugh," Harvey groaned, his mouth covered in chocolate. "Rainbows are way too girly!"

Kuki shot a glare at him. "And what's so wrong about being a girl?" she had a warning in her voice, daring him to answer with something she wouldn't be pleased to hear.

Harvey mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat and speaking a little louder, "Nothing, nothing is wrong with being a girl."

Kuki's face became bright again. "Good! Glad you think so," she began humming.

Rachel jumped back as her locker door was slammed shut and she turned to glare at the boy next to her. "Excuse me," she snapped and shuffled her binder into one arm so she could re-open her locker. "That was rude."

"But it got your attention," the red headed boy smirked and leaned against the locker. "I don't usually go around slamming girl's lockers," he offered up and Rachel jerked the locker door open, blocking him from view.

"So does that mean you go around slamming everyone else's lockers?" Rachel asked and finished getting out her text book. "Or is it just the new kids?" she shut the locker on her own and turned around, ready to walk away.

"Usually just the new kids," he answered confidentially and fell into step beside her. "You're Rachel, right?" he asked. "I think I have you in my U.S. History class," he explained.

Rachel nodded slowly. "You do, you're Grant Hunt, right?"

"How could you ever have guessed?"

"Oh I don't, maybe the amount of times the teacher yelled at you?" she snorted.

"Hey, it's not my fault he can't take a joke."

"Uh-huh," Rachel hummed. "Now, was there a point in almost making me late for class or….?" She trailed off, letting him answer the question.

"Actually," he folded his arms across his chest. "I figured since you're new, you probably don't have too many friends yet, but the teens around here are pretty close, ya know? So I figured you could come hang out with us."

Rachel bobbed her head. "Okay, maybe?" she offered up as she stopped by the door of her classroom. "I mean, I guess I'm always up for meeting new people," she frowned and nodded. "Sure, as long as you don't go slamming my locker anymore."

"Deal!" Grant gave her a toothy grin. "My boyfriend has lunch with you, he'll give you the details of our next meet up!" he began walking backwards and waved. "See ya!"

Rachel gave own, hesitant wave in return. "Right, see ya," she took a deep breath and turned to the classroom, unsure how she was going to deal with a supposedly huge group of people at once.

"Rachel McKenzie?" a boy with brown hair and a camera around his neck slid into a seat next to Rachel. "Hi, I'm Jamie," he held his hand out to Rachel, who shook it. "Grant mentioned me to you? I'm his boyfriend," he explained.

"Oh right, you have some information for me?"

"I do," he reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a slip of paper. "I don't actually know anything about these meetings," he flushed lightly. "The time is always set when I have to babysit, so I can't go. Grant says they're fun," he paused an added. "I dunno if you should trust his idea of fun, though," he warned.

Rachel snorted lightly. "Yeah, I think I got that from his antics in class."

Jaime laughed, ready to reply, but was cut off by Abby sitting down at the table. "Hi, Abby," he greeted instead.

"Jaime," Abby nodded and adjusted her cap, turning to Rachel. "If you ever need a babysitter, you should go to Jaime, he's the best this town has got," she told her.

Rachel grinned at the red boy. "I'll keep that in mind," she unfolded the piece of paper to read the details of the meet up.

"What's that?"

"Just something Grant Hunt gave me, he invited me to join some of his friends to hang out," she explained, putting a reminder on her cell phone and not noticing the frown that creased Abby's face.

End Chapter 2