So, quick update because my laptop is getting wiped(it's very old, the storage is full, etc) so I don't know how long it's gonna be until it's fixed. I'll try and keep you posted about it on my profile or something for when I come back. Anyway, onto the story!
*I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door and I only own the OC characters(Tiffany and Mr Bradbury)*
When has Fanny Fulbright ever started her morning not being angry? It seemed impossible if she ever was happy on a morning. Fanny stomped into Patton's car that morning, wearing a mint green cropped hoodie and white high waisted shorts. Patton wore a dark green t-shirt and brown cargo pants.
"Hey." Patton greeted.
"Ya saw me twenty minutes ago." Fanny snapped.
"Well there's no harm in saying 'hi' back you know. What's wrong?" Patton asked.
Fanny blushed a light pink, her body tensing up. Well, I had a dream about you where we were making out and we said 'I love you' to each other, and you probably heard it because I sleep talk and we accidentally fell asleep together, but not in the sexually way, so isn't that great! She thought sarcastically.
"Nothin', nothin' at all." Fanny muttered nervously.
"I can tell you're lying." Patton said.
"No ya can't! Nobody knows everything about me!" Fanny yelled.
"Try me." Patton said, grinning.
"Well fine," She huffed, "favourite colour?"
"Isn't it obvious? Green."
"Lucky number?"
"86." (Lmao, I'm pretty sure you get why)
"Middle name?"
"Carla."
"How many freckles do I have?"
"Six, but that's just on your face."
"Are you stalking me?"
"Yes- WAIT!" Patton immediately put his arms up in surrender. "Of course not, that was just a, a erm, panic answer."
Fanny raised her left brow, yet didn't continue pestering about it. "Fine, ya do know everything about me. Are ya like, obsessed with me?" A grin arose her face as Patton blushed lightly.
"Well, when you argue with someone your entire life, I-I guess it's more than likely you'll start noticing some… details about them." He mumbled. "So, what's bothering you?"
She sighed deeply, before answering, "Ah sleep talk."
"Erm, okay… and?" Patton asked.
"Ya didn't hear me- never mind." Her face lit up, "I think ah'm fine now."
She let out a deep breath she didn't know she had, as Patton began driving them to school. Little did she know, he did hear her, but like he was ever going to tell that to her.
"Hey Fanny."
Fanny turned around from her locker and faced Kuki's boyfriend, Wally. He wore his classic orange hoodie with black jeans.
"Hey." She greeted.
"Have you seen Kooks anywhere?" Wally questioned.
"Actually no, I haven't." Fanny said, eyeing the room suspiciously.
"Oh." His expression became dull. "Well, tell me if you do see her."
"Careful there Beetles, Sanban isn't going to be so happy when she figures out Fulbright stole another girl's boyfriend."
Fanny scoffed loudly as she heard the recognisable voice.
"Tiffany."
She clenched her knuckles together as she at an instant turned to face her. Her outfit that day was a fuschia sequin shirt with white leather jeans and a matching white boa.
"Yeah, that's my name. Don't wear it out honey." She sneered.
Fanny huffed, though nonetheless tried to keep her cool. "What d'ya want wit' me now?"
"I have a bet that you won't last ten minutes out in the Dance-A-Thon." A smirk grew on Tiffany's face, "But the cheerleaders disagree; they think you won't last five."
"If the cheerleaders disagree, then why can't they say it to ma face?" Fanny asked sassily. "Are they too scared, or are you lying like usual?"
Tiffany huffed as she slumped to the left. "Does it really matter Francine? The important thing is that you're a pathetic piece of shit and I'm not. Case is closed."
"Ah don't give a fuck on what you think Tiffany!" Fanny yelled.
"But you see, everyone cares about my opinion." Tiffany snarled.
"But you see, I don't." Fanny said.
"Soon you will." She let out her signature smirk as she sashayed out of the corridor.
Fanny turned to Wally at an instant. "Did'ya understand any of that?"
"Tiffany's one tough cookie to crack." He said, shrugging, "And once you do crack it, a bunch of spiders and blood comes out, so don't even bother."
Before Fanny could even comprehend what he said, she saw out of the corner of her eye a black haired girl. She turned immediately, exclaiming, "Kuki!"
The girl turned, putting on her usual bubbly smile. She wore a lilac t-shirt that said in white cursive writing 'Babygirl' and matching light blue denim jeans. Her hair was tied in two plaits, with a white beanie over it.
But that wasn't the major thing that caught both Fanny and Wally's attention; it was the fact that she was holding quite a large, brown box in front of her. And it appeared as if it was weighing her down, her back tilted backwards as her head was lifted up.
"Hey!" She greeted.
"Kooks, ya need help with that?" Wally asked as she began walking to them. Well, more like sliding to them; that box must've been pretty heavy.
"Yes please!" She practically begged.
Wally immediately rushed over to her and took the box, his face then scrunching up out of confusion. "This isn't heavy!"
"I know." Kuki let out a giggle, "I'm just too lazy right now, so I faked it for you to carry it."
"Weird how you actually figured something smart." Wally said as he plopped the box on the ground.
"Hey!" Kuki whined in annoyance.
"Can we focus on more important things here, like why do you have a box?" Fanny asked.
Kuki looked up and let out a sneaky smile. "I skipped second period with Abby to pick it up from my house, since my parents were at work."
"You skipped class?!" Wally and Fanny yelled in unison.
"Don't interrupt me!" Kuki snapped at the two, "And yeah, I did. Abby said it was the only way to get the box. But here's the thing," She pointed at Fanny, "you can't open it yet."
"What d'ya mean I can't open it yet?" Fanny queried, crossing her arms.
"The box is for you silly!" She exclaimed. "Well, the shit inside the box is. It's a surprise, so you'll be opening it when you arrive home."
"What if ah don't?" Fanny asked. She was definitely curious as to what was inside.
"I'll know, because I'm going home with you and Patton today. Oh, and Patton needs to be there as well." Kuki said.
Fanny and Wally exchanged confused glances, that was until Wally's eyes widened. "Oh! Is this the-"
"Wally!" Kuki practically hissed, interrupting him, "You can't say, it's a surprise!"
Fanny's curiosity grew like a child's, desperate to figure out what was inside. Yet she simply huffed, then tried her best to forget about it. But it still stuck at the back of her mind.
"What color would I be?"
Fanny looked up from writing her latest diary entry and faced Rachel at an instant. She gave a confused look, before saying, "What d'ya mean 'what color would I be'?"
"Well," Rachel gestured towards her magazine, "I took a quiz, but I think the color it said was wrong. So, what color do you think I would be?" Her face became serious as she clasped her hands together.
"Orange." Fanny answered blandly.
"Orange?!" Rachel exclaimed, "That's what the quiz said!"
"Ah know, ah was looking at it." Fanny said, returning back to her diary entry.
Rachel huffed loudly, "Fine, don't take me seriously!"
"How am eye gonna take ya seriously when you're asking silly questions?" Fanny snapped at her.
Rachel let out a sigh, before replying, "Well, Mr Bradbury fell asleep so I'm trying to figure out shit to interest me."
"Mr Bradbury fell asleep?!" Fanny practically screamed. She looked up from her desk and saw a resting Mr Bradbury, snoring loudly on his desk and using his laptop as a pillow.
"Yeah. Told us to do this presentation thing, then he fell asleep, but everyone in the class basically ignored him." She gestured to the rest of the class, appearing to be on their laptops, phones, talking to one another, simply doing whatever, "You know, maybe if you paid attention to Mr Bradbury instead of writing-"
Fanny scoffed loudly, interrupting Rachel speaking, "Yeah right! He's a-"
"Sexist pigeon." Rachel said, interrupting her and letting out a groan.
"Ah guess ah call him that a lot." Fanny muttered.
"Yeah, yeah you do." Rachel said. She then peeked over at Fanny's latest diary entry, "What you writing this time?" Her eyes then widened before Fanny could reply, "Oh, my God! You slept with-"
Fanny clasped her hand over her mouth immediately, just as Rachel's screams drew attention to the rest of the class. Yet once the silence fell, they ignored and returned back to what they were doing. Fanny let go of Rachel before smacking her at the top of her head with her magazine, "That's for being loud!"
"You're loud too!" Rachel retorted, yet Fanny simply shook her head in annoyance.
"We didn't actually do it in the…" Her voice then lowered, "sexual way. It was actual sleeping."
"Oh." Rachel said in realisation, then her eyes widened again, "What made you guys literally sleep?"
Fanny flushed, her cheeks becoming pink, "Well, he snuck in ma room last night and we had... fun, I guess."
Rachel let out a giggle, "What kind of fun?"
Fanny smacked her with the magazine again, but this time on her arm. She let out a loud whine as Fanny hissed, "We didn't do it!"
"Well, you guys could've been making out for all I know." Rachel said, grinning as she shrugged.
Fanny snorted from the statement, "Puh-lease!"
"And yet that didn't stop you for hooking up with him at the party." Rachel snickered at her comment as Fanny's cheeks grew a darker shade.
"Eye had me reasons!" Fanny stated, crossing her arms.
"Whatever." Rachel shrugged, "But why would he sneak in your room during the night?"
"It was for a stupid reason." She then huffed, "Apparently he was bored."
Rachel slightly chuckled, then made the sound 'ahem' before saying, "Fan, when a guy is bored, he wants to do it."
"What?" Fanny said in utter confusion.
"A guy always wants to do it! When he's bored, when he's tired, when he's happy, when he's sad, when he's hungry- if you know what I mean." Rachel raised her brows flirtatiously as Fanny hit her for the third time.
"Well it's not like you know anything about sex." Fanny snapped at her.
"What if I do?" Rachel said, a sneaky smile arising her face.
"So you've done it one fucking time, big deal." Fanny said, eye rolling.
"It is a big deal. You haven't gotten laid yet." Rachel said.
Fanny scoffed, "Virginity is just a construct used to uphold the patriarchy(Wise words by the gay queen Elena Alvarez)."
"Well, you're proving another point. It doesn't matter if you get laid, so you might as well. Cause when you lose your virginity, like you said, it'll be nothing." Rachel stated.
Fanny sat there defeated, letting out a huge sigh, "Ah hate it when ya use ma own words against me."
"Yet I love it." Rachel said, grinning.
"Ah'm still not going ter-"
"But you said it doesn't matter." Rachel said, interrupting her.
"Well," Fanny nervously put her hand on her back, "it kinda does."
"You just changed your moral beliefs!" Rachel said, gasping.
"But-"
"Damn Fanny, I am pretty manipulative." Rachel said, patting herself on the back.
"Rach-"
"You like, threw it all away!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Just-"
"I wonder if I can manipulate someone else." Rachel continued.
"Shut it!" Fanny yelled.
Rachel stared back at her and let out a sheepish smile as she grew red with anger. "Oops."
"Look," Fanny began, "it matters to me only because it would be new, not because of the whole thing of virginity. Ya know how ah believe in that concept, eye would never change ma beliefs."
"Oh." was all Rachel let out.
"Now can we stop talking about this?" Fanny pleaded, clapping her hands together.
"Well of course, this is such an awkward talk." Rachel said. Rachel's eyes returned to scanning Fanny's most recent diary entry. Her eyes then widened as saucers, pausing in one area. "You were sleep talking again?" She queried.
"Well, yeah." Fanny said, shrugging, "But apparently he didn't hear me."
Rachel snorted loudly, "Pfft, yeah right."
"What?" Fanny asked.
"You really think he's telling the truth? This is Patton we're talking about. He's lied to you ever since you knew his existence." Rachel said.
Fanny gasped loudly. "Shit!"
"Exactly!" Rachel said. "So, what exactly did you say in the dream?"
"Well..." Fanny nervously put her hand on her neck, "I told him to never stop kissing me, said that the sunset was beautiful, and then ItoldhimthatIlovedhim." She rushed the last part, yet Rachel was able to understand every word.
"You did what?!" Rachel exclaimed, "You dumbass!"
"So he heard me. He fucking heard me." Fanny's eyes widened. "I'm done for! What if he thinks ah actually love him, so then he falls in love with me?!"
"Fan, the chances of that happening are very low." Rachel reassured.
"There's still like a 1.111111111111-"
"Trust me, it's a VERY low percentage!" Rachel said, interrupting her.
"It's still a possibility! I'm soooo dead!" Fanny yelled.
"Fanny, maybe he might've actually been telling the truth." Rachel stated.
They stared at each other in silence, then chuckled.
"Patton, telling the truth? Only in another world." Fanny snorted. That's when she gasped and buried her face in her hands. "Fuckity fuck."
Just at that moment, a sound of a defected leaf blower rang around the room, each student clasping their hands on their ears, trying to cover it from the sound. Mr Bradbury shot up from his 'pillow' and stared at all the students exhaustingly, letting out a big yawn.
"What are y'all still doin' here?" He asked grumpily, rubbing his eyes.
One student raised their hand up and Mr Bradbury lazily pointed at her, gesturing for the student to speak, "It's the last period of the school day sir."
"Are you sure?" He stretched out his arms, letting out another yawn, "Women are bad at telling time, but they sure tell everything to everyone."
Each girl hissed loudly as Fanny lifted up her sleeves, in preparation to, in what Fanny would say, 'whoop his ass'. Yet the bell had rang through the room, causing her to push away her intended idea and leave the class furiously with Rachel by her side.
"Sexist pigeon." they both mumbled to each other as they were pushed by the rustle of students heading home.
"Look, ah'm freaking out man! He fucking heard me!" Fanny yelled as she walked towards her locker.
"Just try and get your mind off it." Rachel suggested, "It'll help stop stressing you out."
"But... how?" Fanny asked her.
"Hey, Francine!" a recognisable voice called out.
Fuck. Only one person ever calls me 'Francine' besides my mother. It can't be him...
Fanny huffed and ignored, but Rachel clearly didn't get the message and whispered to her ear, "Someone's calling out for you."
"Ah know." She muttered to her, walking off to her locker. But instead she felt a hand touch her wrist, her face becoming red of anger as she looked up to see him. Her expression turned into a snarl as she finally spoke,
"Rick."
Chapter 9, and leaving it off at a cliffhanger! I barely do cliffhangers, so I was like, what the heck, might as well.
I had no fucking idea on what to do with this chapter. It took me a WHOLE week to type this(I'm always ahead of the chapters that I update. When I published Chapter 6, I was typing out this chapter).
The idea of Rachel and Fanny's convo sprung into my head and I typed it out. It wasn't supposed to be that long, I was gonna make you guys discover what was in that box this chapter, but I had a change of plans when Rachel and Fanny's convo became longer than expected.
Reviews are always nice, warming my heart up each time I read them. Thanks for them all, much appreciated when you do it.
Bye alllllll!
Princess Consuela Banana Hammock and Numbuh 510
