Disclaimer: See chapter one.
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~*Chapter 2*~
Number 1 slowly and quietly walked up the stairs to her room. It was about quarter past seven and she needed to get to the corner store to talk to Number 8, a Teen Next Door from the next town. Number 1 gently creaked the door to her room open and stepped inside. She closed the door softly behind her and made sure it was locked. When she was sure, she tiptoed over to her closet to get dressed. She stealthily pulled a red sweater off a coat hanger and a black skirt from another drawer. Slowly, she took her bathrobe and pajamas off and slipped her day clothes on. She looked behind her at the thermometer hanging on the other side of the room next to a window. It read 36 degrees Fahrenheit. Deciding that it was cold out, she pulled black tights and black combat boots from the bottom of her closet and slipped them on. She then walked over to her mirror and combed out her dirty-blonde hair, and put some make-up on. When that was done, she walked over to her door, opened it up, and stepped outside. She closed the door softly and went to leave.
"What are you doing?"
The voice made Number 1 jump, and she was scared for a moment before realizing that the voice had a British accent to it.
"Don't scare me like that!" she ordered, keeping her voice down.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Numbah 1 explained. "I just wanted to know what you were doing."
"Getting dressed." Number 1 replied. "Is that so wrong?"
"At 7:15 in the morning? On a Saturday?" Numbah 1 asked, crossing his arms. "That's not like you."
"I've got a top-secret Teens Next Door meeting." Number 1 lied. "I just forgot it was this early in the morning."
"Uh-huh, sure." Numbah 1 said sarcastically, obviously not convinced.
"Forget you." Number 1 said, shooing Numbah 1 away. She started walking down the stairs. Numbah 1 sighed, annoyed.
"What are you really doing?" he asked. "If you did have a Teens Next Door mission, we would've heard about it."
"This one was super-secret." Number 1 replied, looking for an excuse. "I shouldn't have even told you about it."
"Uh-huh." Numbah 1 sighed again. "Sure."
"I'm serious!" Number 1 defended herself. She continued walking down the stairs.
"Don't do anything stupid." Numbah 1 added.
"Who are you? My mom?" Number 1 turned around and shot a stubborn look at her counterpart. "Lay off, would ya?"
"Whatever." Numbah 1 turned and went up into Number 1's room.
{That tree house better get rebuilt soon.} Number 1 thought. {I'm tired of sharing my room.}
Number 1 quietly walked down the stairs of her tree house, and then through her actual house. She slipped on her winter coat and walked outside. She casually strolled down the street, making her way to the corner store. The streets were bare except for the occasional snowflakes falling from the sky.
Eventually, Number 1 came upon downtown. She walked down Main Street, past the dentist office, past the candy store, and across the street to the corner store.
"Number 8!" Number 1 called.
Number 8 turned around and faced Number 1.
"Hi!" she called back. "Come on. Let's go inside the store. This frost is making my hair stiff."
Number 1 and Number 8 walked inside the corner store and took off their coats. Number 8 was a short girl who was known as Melissa to adults. She had bright, blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a tennis outfit that was obviously home made. It was lime green with hot pink stripes going horizontally on the shirt and vertically on the skirt. She also wore a necklace with a little heart charm. She was an ex-cheerleader. When she turned thirteen and was accepted into the Teens Next Door, she gave it up and took up tennis. More Teens Next Door played tennis than cheerleading, and she decided that it was too girly for a teen like her. She was, after all, slightly punk, even though she didn't really show it.
"Why are you still wearing that tennis outfit?" Number 1 asked. "It's winter!"
"I like it." Number 8 smiled. "Besides, all my winter clothes are in the wash."
"I didn't think you had any winter clothes." Number 1 scratched her head.
"I went shopping." Number 8 said simply.
{Dude! What is with the lying today?} Number thought. First, she had lied to Numbah 1 about the meeting, and now Number 8 was lying about winter clothes! Number 1 could tell. Number 8 always got really giggly whenever she was telling a lie, and she was having a hard time saying her sentence without slightly cracking up.
"Okay, maybe we can go shopping." Number 1 suggested.
"Mission to the mall!" Number 8 shouted. "I've got to get my wallet! I left it at the tree house!"
"We're not going to the mall now." Number 1 pointed out. "I've got a different type of mission for us to handle."
"No shopping?" Number 8 asked. Her lips quivered and her eyes were watering.
"Well, uh," Number 1 fumbled with her words. "Maybe we can go to the mini mall on the other side of town after the mission."
"That could take all day!" Number 8 pouted, stamping her foot.
"I promise that it won't. You have my word as first in command of the Teens Next Door." Number 1 raised her right hand signaling that she meant it.
"All right, I'll help you with this mission." Number 8 gave in. "What was it again?"
"I haven't told you in the first place." Number 1 crossed her arms. "Anyway, the KND and the rest of my TND want to give Number 3 a surprise birthday party since he's been feeling a little down lately."
"Uh-huh," Number 8 obviously didn't understand.
"Something tells me that it isn't right." Number 1 continued. "I'm worried that something could happen. I pulled a meditation and saw something."
"What was it?" Number 8 asked, getting curious.
"I'm not sure myself." Number 1 confessed. "Something was in pain. It looked like an innocent kid."
"What does that have to do with Number 3's birthday?" Number 8 asked.
"I think the party may be the cause of whatever in going on." Number 1 explained. "There's been an extremely slight disturbance in the time space continuum. I just want to stop whatever that is from happening. My theory is that Number 3's birthday party could lead to disaster, so we have to stop it."
"How do we do that?" Number 8 asked. "We can't change time!"
"I don't want to change time!" Number 1 snapped. "I want to stop a horrible future from happening!"
"Okay! I'm sorry!" Number 8 put her hands in front of her defensively.
"It's okay." Number 1 reassured. "It's my fault. I'm just a little jumpy. I had to sneak out of the tree house to get here, Numbah 1 almost caught me."
"That kid needs to mind his own business!" Number 8 exploded. "When's that tree house of his going to be rebuilt?"
"Hopefully sometime early in February, before my birthday." Number 1 sighed. "If we work harder than normal, maybe we can make it by the end of this month."
"Whatever." Number 8 went off-topic. "What do you want me to do about the whole disastrous birthday thing?"
"I say we get someone to stop it for us." Number 1 smiled slyly.
"You mean the rest of my team?" Number 8 asked.
"Nope." Number 1 corrected her teammate. "I'm talking you-know-who."
"No," Number 8 whispered. "YOU CALLED ME DOWN AT 7:15 IN THE MORNING JUST TO HIRE GR-"
"Shhhhh!!!" Number 1 slapped her hand over Number 8's mouth. "Don't say it!"
"Mmm? Mmmm mmhmh hhmm?" Number 8 asked.
"What?" Number 1 asked back, slowly moving her hand.
"I said, 'Are you sure that's a good idea?'"
"It's risky, but I am sure that it could work." Number 1 reassured. "Nothing can go wrong!"
"I don't know about that." Number 8 scratched her head. "No offense or anything, Meg, but all plans have some flaws."
"YOU DARE TO CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME DURING A MISSION???" Number 1 screamed, and she pointed her index finger right in front of Number 8's face.
"Sorry, I just," Number 8 stumbled over her words.
"Oh, shut up, would ya?" Number 1 said meanly. "I don't even know why I called you for this mission. I'm going ahead with the plan, and I don't give a damn if you aren't a part of it!"
Number 1 stormed her way out of the corner store, picking up her coat along the way. She threw it on and zipped it up and headed for home. Number 8 could only stand in the corner store, shocked.
At the TND tree house, Number 1 met up with the rest of the team, working on Number 3's birthday party.
"Where's Numbah 1?" she asked.
"He's upstairs." Number 2 replied. "He's changing into his day clothes."
"Where have you been?" Numbah 5 asked, suspicious. "Numbah 5's just wondering."
"I went out to see what we could do about a cake!" Number 1 exclaimed.
"Really?" Numbah 3 couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Number 1 confirmed. "But the bakery said that you'd need to call them in order to get the thing done."
"Okay!" Numbah 3 cheered. "I'll call later. It's still really early."
"Good idea." Number 1 agreed. She walked into the hang out room and took her cel phone out of her pocket. She dialed a number and listened to the other line ring twice. Then, somebody picked up.
"Hello?"
"Number 1. Listen up."
Number 1 brought her mouth close to the phone and whispered in her tiniest voice:
"I'm going to need a cake. I've got a Teens Next Door sweet deal for ya. What do you say, Grandma?"
~*End of Chapter Two*~
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no reviews! I got, like, one during this entire time. The story's been up for almost a week and nobody's noticed? Hello! People! I know you're out there! Review please! I'll give a bag of sugar to anybody that reviews this chapter! Oh and, Numbuh 77, you totally made me happy with your review. Sugar for you! Moon girl 16, you always review everything I do. Two bags of sugar for you!
~*Chapter 2*~
Number 1 slowly and quietly walked up the stairs to her room. It was about quarter past seven and she needed to get to the corner store to talk to Number 8, a Teen Next Door from the next town. Number 1 gently creaked the door to her room open and stepped inside. She closed the door softly behind her and made sure it was locked. When she was sure, she tiptoed over to her closet to get dressed. She stealthily pulled a red sweater off a coat hanger and a black skirt from another drawer. Slowly, she took her bathrobe and pajamas off and slipped her day clothes on. She looked behind her at the thermometer hanging on the other side of the room next to a window. It read 36 degrees Fahrenheit. Deciding that it was cold out, she pulled black tights and black combat boots from the bottom of her closet and slipped them on. She then walked over to her mirror and combed out her dirty-blonde hair, and put some make-up on. When that was done, she walked over to her door, opened it up, and stepped outside. She closed the door softly and went to leave.
"What are you doing?"
The voice made Number 1 jump, and she was scared for a moment before realizing that the voice had a British accent to it.
"Don't scare me like that!" she ordered, keeping her voice down.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Numbah 1 explained. "I just wanted to know what you were doing."
"Getting dressed." Number 1 replied. "Is that so wrong?"
"At 7:15 in the morning? On a Saturday?" Numbah 1 asked, crossing his arms. "That's not like you."
"I've got a top-secret Teens Next Door meeting." Number 1 lied. "I just forgot it was this early in the morning."
"Uh-huh, sure." Numbah 1 said sarcastically, obviously not convinced.
"Forget you." Number 1 said, shooing Numbah 1 away. She started walking down the stairs. Numbah 1 sighed, annoyed.
"What are you really doing?" he asked. "If you did have a Teens Next Door mission, we would've heard about it."
"This one was super-secret." Number 1 replied, looking for an excuse. "I shouldn't have even told you about it."
"Uh-huh." Numbah 1 sighed again. "Sure."
"I'm serious!" Number 1 defended herself. She continued walking down the stairs.
"Don't do anything stupid." Numbah 1 added.
"Who are you? My mom?" Number 1 turned around and shot a stubborn look at her counterpart. "Lay off, would ya?"
"Whatever." Numbah 1 turned and went up into Number 1's room.
{That tree house better get rebuilt soon.} Number 1 thought. {I'm tired of sharing my room.}
Number 1 quietly walked down the stairs of her tree house, and then through her actual house. She slipped on her winter coat and walked outside. She casually strolled down the street, making her way to the corner store. The streets were bare except for the occasional snowflakes falling from the sky.
Eventually, Number 1 came upon downtown. She walked down Main Street, past the dentist office, past the candy store, and across the street to the corner store.
"Number 8!" Number 1 called.
Number 8 turned around and faced Number 1.
"Hi!" she called back. "Come on. Let's go inside the store. This frost is making my hair stiff."
Number 1 and Number 8 walked inside the corner store and took off their coats. Number 8 was a short girl who was known as Melissa to adults. She had bright, blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a tennis outfit that was obviously home made. It was lime green with hot pink stripes going horizontally on the shirt and vertically on the skirt. She also wore a necklace with a little heart charm. She was an ex-cheerleader. When she turned thirteen and was accepted into the Teens Next Door, she gave it up and took up tennis. More Teens Next Door played tennis than cheerleading, and she decided that it was too girly for a teen like her. She was, after all, slightly punk, even though she didn't really show it.
"Why are you still wearing that tennis outfit?" Number 1 asked. "It's winter!"
"I like it." Number 8 smiled. "Besides, all my winter clothes are in the wash."
"I didn't think you had any winter clothes." Number 1 scratched her head.
"I went shopping." Number 8 said simply.
{Dude! What is with the lying today?} Number thought. First, she had lied to Numbah 1 about the meeting, and now Number 8 was lying about winter clothes! Number 1 could tell. Number 8 always got really giggly whenever she was telling a lie, and she was having a hard time saying her sentence without slightly cracking up.
"Okay, maybe we can go shopping." Number 1 suggested.
"Mission to the mall!" Number 8 shouted. "I've got to get my wallet! I left it at the tree house!"
"We're not going to the mall now." Number 1 pointed out. "I've got a different type of mission for us to handle."
"No shopping?" Number 8 asked. Her lips quivered and her eyes were watering.
"Well, uh," Number 1 fumbled with her words. "Maybe we can go to the mini mall on the other side of town after the mission."
"That could take all day!" Number 8 pouted, stamping her foot.
"I promise that it won't. You have my word as first in command of the Teens Next Door." Number 1 raised her right hand signaling that she meant it.
"All right, I'll help you with this mission." Number 8 gave in. "What was it again?"
"I haven't told you in the first place." Number 1 crossed her arms. "Anyway, the KND and the rest of my TND want to give Number 3 a surprise birthday party since he's been feeling a little down lately."
"Uh-huh," Number 8 obviously didn't understand.
"Something tells me that it isn't right." Number 1 continued. "I'm worried that something could happen. I pulled a meditation and saw something."
"What was it?" Number 8 asked, getting curious.
"I'm not sure myself." Number 1 confessed. "Something was in pain. It looked like an innocent kid."
"What does that have to do with Number 3's birthday?" Number 8 asked.
"I think the party may be the cause of whatever in going on." Number 1 explained. "There's been an extremely slight disturbance in the time space continuum. I just want to stop whatever that is from happening. My theory is that Number 3's birthday party could lead to disaster, so we have to stop it."
"How do we do that?" Number 8 asked. "We can't change time!"
"I don't want to change time!" Number 1 snapped. "I want to stop a horrible future from happening!"
"Okay! I'm sorry!" Number 8 put her hands in front of her defensively.
"It's okay." Number 1 reassured. "It's my fault. I'm just a little jumpy. I had to sneak out of the tree house to get here, Numbah 1 almost caught me."
"That kid needs to mind his own business!" Number 8 exploded. "When's that tree house of his going to be rebuilt?"
"Hopefully sometime early in February, before my birthday." Number 1 sighed. "If we work harder than normal, maybe we can make it by the end of this month."
"Whatever." Number 8 went off-topic. "What do you want me to do about the whole disastrous birthday thing?"
"I say we get someone to stop it for us." Number 1 smiled slyly.
"You mean the rest of my team?" Number 8 asked.
"Nope." Number 1 corrected her teammate. "I'm talking you-know-who."
"No," Number 8 whispered. "YOU CALLED ME DOWN AT 7:15 IN THE MORNING JUST TO HIRE GR-"
"Shhhhh!!!" Number 1 slapped her hand over Number 8's mouth. "Don't say it!"
"Mmm? Mmmm mmhmh hhmm?" Number 8 asked.
"What?" Number 1 asked back, slowly moving her hand.
"I said, 'Are you sure that's a good idea?'"
"It's risky, but I am sure that it could work." Number 1 reassured. "Nothing can go wrong!"
"I don't know about that." Number 8 scratched her head. "No offense or anything, Meg, but all plans have some flaws."
"YOU DARE TO CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME DURING A MISSION???" Number 1 screamed, and she pointed her index finger right in front of Number 8's face.
"Sorry, I just," Number 8 stumbled over her words.
"Oh, shut up, would ya?" Number 1 said meanly. "I don't even know why I called you for this mission. I'm going ahead with the plan, and I don't give a damn if you aren't a part of it!"
Number 1 stormed her way out of the corner store, picking up her coat along the way. She threw it on and zipped it up and headed for home. Number 8 could only stand in the corner store, shocked.
At the TND tree house, Number 1 met up with the rest of the team, working on Number 3's birthday party.
"Where's Numbah 1?" she asked.
"He's upstairs." Number 2 replied. "He's changing into his day clothes."
"Where have you been?" Numbah 5 asked, suspicious. "Numbah 5's just wondering."
"I went out to see what we could do about a cake!" Number 1 exclaimed.
"Really?" Numbah 3 couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Number 1 confirmed. "But the bakery said that you'd need to call them in order to get the thing done."
"Okay!" Numbah 3 cheered. "I'll call later. It's still really early."
"Good idea." Number 1 agreed. She walked into the hang out room and took her cel phone out of her pocket. She dialed a number and listened to the other line ring twice. Then, somebody picked up.
"Hello?"
"Number 1. Listen up."
Number 1 brought her mouth close to the phone and whispered in her tiniest voice:
"I'm going to need a cake. I've got a Teens Next Door sweet deal for ya. What do you say, Grandma?"
~*End of Chapter Two*~