Disclaimer: I don't own "Full House" or any of its characters. The only things that I do own in this story are the plot, the character "Angel," and "A.J.'s Towing Service," all which I made up. I also do not own "North Beach Pizza."
Title: Angel of Destruction
Summary: Joey believes that he has met the girl of his dreams, but when Michelle finds a letter and shows it to the rest of the family, trouble arises. Or is it not what it appears to be? Read and review!!
Genre: Romance . . . with a little bit of mystery and humor mixed in.
Rating: PG . . . just because.
A/N: This is a one-chapter story. This is also the first "romance" fic. that I've ever done. I made this story center around Joey again because, let's face it, he needs a girlfriend.
Please review, but don't flame! Comments/suggestions are always welcome, though. And, this story takes place after the final episode.
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~Angel of Destruction~
"Oh, great!" moaned Joey, slamming his hand on the dashboard. "Of all the times to break down, you simply had to choose the middle of the road almost in the middle of nowhere," Joey complained to his car. He had pulled over to the side of the road just in time; his car moved its final inches before breaking down.
He had been driving down to the supermarket to collect the week's groceries. Even though he had tried to explain to Danny that his car was not running very well the past few days, Danny insisted that when "it is your turn to collect the groceries, you must collect the groceries."
Joey could have kicked himself for agreeing to that plan. Maybe he should actually begin listening during the family meetings, and then he wouldn't agree to any more terrible ideas that Danny cooked up during his free time, also known as his cleaning time. As he saw grey smoke begin to erupt from his engine, Joey made a quick note to tell Danny an "I told you so."
Joey rolled down his window and stuck his head outside; he saw that, not even twenty feet away, was a call-box on the side of the road. Sighing with relief, he opened the driver's door and stepped out. He walked quickly towards the call-box, with every other step glancing back to make sure that his car was still there, or hadn't been stolen, or anything similar to those ideas.
As he reached the call-box, Joey noticed that there was also a phone book handing on a chain beneath the telephone. 'Whoever came up with this idea, I thank you,' he thought, looking up at the clouds. He picked up the receiver and up the phone to his ear, holding it up with his shoulder. He opened up the telephone book and flipped to "T," for towing.
There were five different towing services listed. Joey quickly scanned the addresses to see which one was closest to where he was. "Huh, 'A.J.'s Towing Service seems to be the closest," he murmured to himself. "And the number is . . . 555-7917." He quickly punched in the number and listened as the other line began to ring.
A female's voice answered. "A.J.'s Towing Service, how may I help you?"
"Umm, yeah, my name is Joey Gladstone, and my car completely broke down on . . ." Joey quickly looked at the nearest street name: Everest Boulevard, "Everest Boulevard. So, could I get my car towed?"
"Sure, that is what we do, after all." Joey heard the woman write something on a piece of paper. "There should be a truck there in about ten or so minutes."
"Okay, thanks."
"'Bye."
Joey heard the opposite receiver click, and he hung up the phone. He walked back to his car and sat on the trunk. The smoke, he had noticed, had stopped spilling from his engine.
After five minutes, which, to Joey, had seemed like an hour, he began glancing at his watch every few seconds. As ten minutes rolled past, with no sign of the truck, Joey began drumming his fingers on the car.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of waiting, a white tow truck pulled up beside Joey's car. "Finally," Joey complained, quietly. He jumped off of the trunk of his car and walked towards the tow truck. The window rolled down and, to Joey's great surprise, a young woman was sitting in the driver's seat. "Hey," he said, his eyebrows raised.
"Hey," she replied, noticing Joey's shock. "You're Joey Gladstone, right?" Joey nodded. "Okay, I'm going to pull up in front of your car and tow it to my shop, where we'll get the car fixed up, alright?" Joey nodded again, still taken aback.
The woman rolled up the window and Joey took a step back as the tow truck drove foreword and parked in front of his car.
The driver's door opened, and the woman jumped out. She was small, no bigger than five foot six, and her long, strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. And, over her hair, was a black baseball cap.
She walked over to the front of Joey's car and attached it to the tow-truck. Joey couldn't help but notice, as frustrated as he was, how good-looking this woman was. He walked over to where the woman was working.
The woman looked up at him, her bright green eyes standing out on her pale face. "So," she began, leaning on the side of her truck, "I guess that you were pretty surprised that I showed up, huh?"
"Well, sort of," admitted Joey, feeling his face flush. "It's just . . . when I saw 'A.J.'s Towing Service,' I thought that-"
"Hey, don't worry about it," interrupted the woman, holding up her hand. "I get that a lot. 'A' and 'J' are my initials: Angel Jasper. And besides, all I do is pick up the vehicles; my cousin Alan fixes the cars."
Joey nodded, not really listening; he simply enjoyed looking into her strikingly green eyes. "So," Angel said, clapping her hands together, which snapped Joey out of his daze, "We'll drop your car off at the shop, and I'll drive you back to your house."
"Okay, sounds good." Joey didn't know why he felt so self-conscience all of a sudden. Usually, he would be able to talk and say something funny, but now, he felt that if he talked too much, he would scare her off.
He followed Angel to the tow truck and climbed inside. He sat in the passenger seat and attached his seat belt. Angel started the truck and pulled out into the road. "How long have you lived in San Francisco?" he asked, attempting to make conversation.
"About a year," she replied, only glancing at him for a second before returning her eyes to the road. "I decided that, after college, I'd come here and try to start my own business. But," she said, sighing, "it didn't exactly work out that way . . ."
"Why, what happened?"
"I came here, hoping to start up a children's day-care. See, I love kids, but, since I was so new here, I was afraid to ask anyone else for help. At the time, I was living with my cousin, and, after a month or two of not being able to start up the day-care, my cousin suggested that we start up a car-fixing service, because that was basically all he knew how to do." Joey chuckled; she had a sense of humor; that much he knew already.
"So we started up 'A.J.'s Towing Service.' The 'A.J.' stands for both Alan and me, so it worked out."
"Well, you know, if you're still interested in starting up that day-care, I'd be happy to help you out with it. I love kids too. I helped my best friend raise his three daughters since they were very small."
Angel looked at him, smiling. "Really, you'd really do that for me? But, you barely even know me."
Joey cocked his head. "I know, but I can tell that you're a good person, and why should you be stuck with a job that you don't like, when I could help you out. My friend Jesse and I were going to have a television show, but we decided not to, so that he could focus on his family, and I really didn't feel like wearing some wrestling uniform on TV."
Angel shook her head and laughed. "I can understand that." Joey looked out of the front window and saw the word "A.J" on a sign. Angel pulled into the station and parked the tow truck inside of the garage.
She opened her door, but, before she jumped out, she looked at Joey and said, "Wait here, will you? This will only take a second." Joey nodded in agreement and she jumped out of the truck.
Joey watched her walk towards a large man in a brown, oily uniform. He sighed. 'Maybe I should ask her to do something,' he thought, as he watched Angel talk to, who he guessed to be, her cousin. 'I just know that if I don't ask her, I'll regret it forever.' He took a deep breath as he watched Angel walk back to the truck.
Angel climbed back inside the truck. "Okay, Alan is going to unhook your car from the back and, somehow, get it into the garage. He said that he'll call you when he's fixed it, so I'll need your phone number."
Joey felt a twinge of nervousness; was Angel asking for his number for her or for her cousin. "Where should I write it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice cool.
"Umm, here," she replied, picking up a piece of paper from her dashboard, as well as a pencil. Joey, with shaking hands, scribbled down his phone number and handed it back to Angel.
"Alright, I'll give this to Alan later," she said, placing Joey's number in a cup holder. "Should I drive you home?" she asked.
"Yeah, could you?" Angel nodded and started up the ignition. She drove foreword, and Joey noticed that Alan had pushed his car into the garage. 'Wow, how did I miss that?' he asked himself.
As Angel drove, Joey explained to her how to get to his house, as well as talking to her about her idea for a children's day-care center. Finally, they arrived in front of the house. "Well, here we are," said Angel, and Joey noticed a slight hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Yep," replied Joey, opening the passenger door. He was about to get out of the truck, but he turned around and looked at Angel. "Look, I know that we just met, but I know that if I don't ask you this, I'll regret it. So," he took a deep breath, "would you like to do something tomorrow, a movie maybe?"
Angel looked at him, and Joey was almost sure that she was either about to laugh or drive away, fearing that he was some kind of stalker, but, to his great amazement, she simply smiled and said, "I'd love to. Should I drop by around, say, seven?"
Joey, his mouth agape, could only nod. He climbed out of the truck and began to walk up to his house. He turned around and saw Angel smile and wave at him before she drove down the street and out of sight.
Joey stood where he was, until he finally realized what she had said. His face broke into a large smile and he walked, a spring to his step, up to the front door and went inside. He was so happy, that he had completely forgotten that he did not have any groceries.
The blow hit him as soon as he walked into the kitchen and saw Danny sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. 'Uh oh,' he thought, his eyes flaring open. 'The groceries, I never had time to get them . . . oh, wait, the "I told you so." Right . . .'
"Hey Joey," greeted Danny, setting down the paper and standing up. "Did you come in here to ask me to help you carry in the groceries?"
"Umm, well, Danny, the thing is . . . I never actually got the groceries."
"What?!" Danny snapped. "What were you doing? You went to a toy store again, didn't you?"
"No, actually, my car broke down on Ernest Boulevard, so I had to get my car towed. So, if I may say . . . I told you that my car wasn't running well!"
"Well, I'm sorry about your car, Joe, but what about-"
"Don't worry about it, Danny," interrupted Joey, his smile returning to his face, "because it all worked out in the end."
"How, did you go and get some pizzas?"
"No, not with the food, Danny . . . I met a girl."
"'A girl'?" Danny repeated. "Where?"
"She towed my car. She and her cousin have a joined towing and car-fixing service. So, I asked her to do something tomorrow, and she said yes." Joey's smile quickly fell off of his face. "Oh, no, what are we going to do tomorrow? There are so many choices, and I don't want to make the wrong one."
"Joey, calm down . . . you've never acted like this before a date before . . . okay, you have, but never like this. Is she different?"
Joey's smile returned once again. "Yeah, she's funny, beautiful, and she loves kids. She wanted to start a children's day-care, but she was too shy to ask anyone to help her, so she got stuck doing towing, so, I offered to help her with the day-care."
"Well, that's great that you have a date, Joey, but what about dinner?!"
"What, there's no food?" asked Stephanie, coming down the stairs. "What are we going to do?! I'll starve without dinner!"
"Steph, calm down," said Joey. "We'll just order in, okay?"
Stephanie took a deep breath. "Okay, I feel better now."
The Next Day . . .
Danny and Jesse walked into Joey's room to find him kneeling on the floor, throwing clothes from his closet onto his bed. "Joey," moaned Danny. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to find something to wear for tonight," he replied, not even looking up from what he was doing.
"Oh, right, you've got that big date tonight," said
Jesse. "See, I told you that you'd find
someone . . . although I didn't think that you'd meet her at a car
mechanic. So, what does she look like?"
"She's got this really long strawberry blondish hair and green eyes. You'll see her when she comes over."
Jesse nodded, even though Joey wasn't watching him. "Joey, why don't you just go as you usually do when you're on dates?" asked Danny.
"That's a great idea, Dan. Thanks."
"Joey, you're an idiot," remarked Jesse, shaking his head.
And Seven O'Clock Rolls By . . .
Joey was nervously pacing the floor in front of the couch. Jesse, Danny, D.J., Stephanie, and Michelle were all sitting on the couch, watching Joey as he paced back and forth in front of them, and listening as he rambled about all of the things that could happen to her to prevent his date from occurring.
"What if she gets lost? Or what if she wasn't serious about dating me, and just thought it was a big joke? Or what if-" His frantic babbling was cut off by a knock at the door. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled from his mouth. "Okay," he said, starting towards the door, "here we go."
Joey turned the knob and opened the door. "Hi . . . Kimmie," he finished, disappointed.
"Hey Joey, why the long face?" asked Kimmie.
"Nothing, I just thought that you were someone else," groaned Joey.
"Well, I just came by to wish you good luck on your date tonight."
"Thanks, Kimmie, that's . . . sweet of you."
"Yeah, I know that all of your other girlfriends didn't really stick around long, but maybe this one's a keeper."
Joey stared at her for a second. "'Bye Kimmie," he said, shortly.
"Alright, 'bye. Now remember not to-" Joey shut the front door before Kimmie could say another word.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, just to make sure everything is okay, so, if Angel comes while I'm up there, please let her in and please be nice to her," Joey pleaded, heading towards the stairs.
"Joey, are we ever unkind to any of your other dates?" asked Jesse, defensively.
"Just . . . don't say anything embarrassing or make her feel uncomfortable," said Joey, going up the stairs and disappearing from sight.
A few seconds after Joey left, there was another knock on the door. "Man, if that's Gibbler . . ." mumbled Jesse, rising off of the couch and heading to the door. He turned the handle and opened the door, revealing a small woman standing in front of him.
She looked up at Jesse, a confused look upon her face. "Umm, I think that I may have the wrong house. I'm looking for a Joey Gladstone?"
"Yeah, he lives here," replied Jesse, gesturing for Angel to enter the house. He closed the door behind her and stuck out his hand. "I'm Joey's friend Jesse Katsopolis."
Angel accepted Jesse's hand and shook it. "I'm Angel Jasper."
Danny rose up off of the couch. "Hi, I'm Danny Tanner, Joey's other friend," he said, pointing to himself. "And these are my daughters, D.J., Stephanie, and Michelle," he added, pointing to each of the girls as he named them.
"Oh yes, Joey told me a little about you. So, why did Joey have so many people over before our date?" asked Angel.
"Oh, we all live here," replied Jesse. "He didn't . . . mention that?"
"No, but we didn't really talk about our personal lives. So, wow . . . all of you."
"Well, actually my wife is upstairs giving my twins sons their bath."
Angel stared at him, amazed. "Wow," she said again. "So, you've got a big family for such a small house."
"Actually, the house is much bigger than it appears to be," said Danny, defensively.
"Ah." Angel glanced around the room. "Where is Joey?"
"He's upstairs in the bathroom," explained Danny, sitting back down on the couch.
Angel nodded. "I see." She looked up at the alcove above the living room at the sound of footsteps; Joey was at the top of the stairs, looking down at all of them.
"Hi Angel," he greeted, coming down the stairs and crossing the room to stand in front of her.
"Hey Joey, I was just meeting your . . . family."
"Really, and how were they?" he asked, taking an anxious glance at them.
"They were very hospitable . . . for the minute that I was here."
Joey nodded. "So, let's take off." Angel nodded and they both walked towards the front door. Joey turned his head and gave everyone a half-wave before closing the door behind him.
Joey returned home at about eleven o'clock PM. Jesse, Becky, and Danny were still up, watching a movie on the television. As soon as Joey entered the room, they immediately turned off the television and stood up. "So, Joe, how was the date with Angel?" asked Becky.
"Oh, great," replied Joey, smiling. "She is such a wonderful person. We went to 'North Beach Pizza' and split a sausage pizza. Then, since we were already at the beach, we went down and just looked at the water and talked for hours." He sighed. "You know, I think that Angel may be 'the one.'"
"Joey, no offence, but you said that about Patty, and how did that end up?"
"I know, I know," said Joey, holding up his hands. "But this is, I don't know, different, better. Well, I'm exhausted; I'm going to bed. See you guys tomorrow." Jesse, Danny, and Becky watched as Joey strolled merrily up the stairs and into his room.
"Joey sure seems happy," remarked Becky, after a moment of silence.
"Yeah, he does . . . and Angel does seem like a nice girl . . . maybe he's right; maybe Angel is the one for him . . . but I guess we'll see."
Angel and Joey continued to date for over a month, and the family had never seen Joey act so happy; his personality did not change, but he did seem to have an extra "spring to his step."
One night, Joey invited Angel to the house to watch a movie on the couch. Danny warned Stephanie and Michelle to stay out of the living room so that Joey could have an undisrupted date for once.
"Stephanie, can I ask you a question?" asked Michelle, who was laying on her stomach on her bed.
"Sure, Michelle, what is it?" replied Stephanie, setting down the magazine she had been reading.
"Do you like Angel?"
"Yeah, she's pretty cool, and Joey does seem to like her . . . why, don't you like her?"
Michelle shrugged. "I don't know, it just seems like she's hiding something."
"How so?"
"Well, a few days ago, I asked her if Joey was anything like her other boyfriends, and her face got red and she seemed nervous, like she didn't want to tell me."
"So, maybe she had a few 'bad' boyfriends in her past, big deal. That doesn't mean that she's 'hiding something.'"
"That's true, but then, after she left, I found this on the floor," said Michelle, holding up a piece of paper, folded down the middle.
"A piece of paper? What about it?" wondered Stephanie, coming over to sit beside her sister.
"Here, read it," instructed Michelle as she handed Stephanie the paper. Stephanie took the paper, unfolded it, and read what looked like a letter, aloud.
Dear Gordon,
I can't wait to see you again. It's been too long for words. Just remember, you're always welcome to stay at my house, just like old times. And don't worry; Joey won't be stopping over until after you leave. Sorry that this letter is so short, I'm late for work. See you this weekend.
Love,
Angel
Stephanie reread the note. She couldn't believe it; was Joey's new girlfriend actually cheating on him? "What do you think?" asked Michelle.
"I think that you were right; Angel was hiding something . . . a boyfriend!"
"Thank you."
"Come on, we've got to show this to someone," said Stephanie, standing upright and walking out of the room and up to her uncle's attic/room, Michelle at her heels. "Uncle Jesse!" she exclaimed.
Uncle Jesse, who had been lying on his bed, reading a book, sat upright. "Steph, not so loud; Danny told you that Joey and Angel were downstairs watching a movie."
"Speaking of Angel, I think that Michelle found something that proves that Angel is nothing more than a cheating, no-good . . ." Stephanie searched for a good word, ". . . person."
"Steph, what are you talking about?"
"Look at this letter that Angel wrote to some guy named 'Gordon.'" She handed her uncle the letter. "Now, note the 'Don't worry, Joey won't be stopping over' and the 'Love' at the end of the letter." She watched as Jesse read the note. "So, Uncle Jesse, what do you think?"
"Well," Jesse began, looking at the paper again. What Jesse really thought was that the girls were right, and that Angel was, in fact, cheating on Joey with some guy, but he did not tell that to his nieces. "Girls, there must be a reasonable explanation for this," he said, calmly.
"Yeah, and that explanation is that Angel's name is an oxymoron of herself," snapped Stephanie. She paused as she said her last sentence again in her mind.
"Stephanie, Michelle, to be honest, I think that you may be right about Angel," admitted Jesse.
"You do?" asked Michelle, stunned. "Why?"
"Well, last week, I asked Angel if she wanted to do something with me this weekend, so that we could get to know each other, and she said, and I quote, 'Sorry Jesse, I'd love to, but I have some . . . plans next week.' I did not like the way she said that; she sounded mysterious and uneasy."
"But Uncle Jesse, how do we tell Joey that Angel is cheating on him? He won't believe us, you know."
"That's probably true," he said, amazed as to how fast he had jumped to the conclusion that Angel was cheating on Joey, but quickly shook off that emotion as he came up with a plan. "But we're not going to tell him."
"Uncle Jesse, you don't mean that we're going to let Angel just string Joey along, do you?" asked Stephanie.
"No, of course not . . . we're going to find a way for Angel to tell Joey. All we have to do is corner her in her lie until she eventually gives in."
"Wow Uncle Jesse," said Stephanie, in mock amazement, "how very cunning of you."
"Thank you," Jesse said, feigning humbleness and climbing off of his bed.
Michelle and Stephanie smiled at their uncle, glad that he believed them. They followed Jesse as he walked out of the room and down the stairs. The two girls stopped at the top stair and watched Jesse go down to where Joey and Angel were cuddling as they watched the movie.
Joey was the first to notice Jesse's coming down. "Oh, hey Jess," he said, turning his head to look at him. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing," said Jesse. "I just thought that we could all talk, you know, to get to know each other better."
"Well, okay," said Joey, perplexity showing in his voice. He and Angel sat upright as he turned off the television. Jesse pulled up a chair and sat down. "So, what do you want to talk about?" asked Joey, looking from Jesse to Angel.
"Oh, anything . . . I could make you guys something to eat first, if you'd like. Although, you want me to make cookies, I usually cheat and use margarine instead of butter."
Jesse greatly emphasized the word "cheat" and threw a quick glare at Angel.
Angel's expression did not change. "No, thank you . . . I'm not really up to food right now. Joey and I had a whole bag of popcorn," she said, pointing at the large, empty bowl on the table in front of them.
"I see," said Jesse. 'Either Angel's a very good actress, or she isn't cheating on Joey," he thought. Jesse's mind trailed back to the letter that Michelle found. 'She must be a good actress,' he decided. "So, you know, I was thinking about buying a new lamp for my room."
"Really?" asked Joey, who was obviously irritated that Jesse was interrupting his date.
"Yeah, I thought I'd buy one from that store 'Gordon's Furniture and Appliances.'" This time, Jesse got the reaction he was looking for; Angel's eyes widened, but only for a second, but it was long enough for Jesse to notice. "Have you ever been there, Angel? I've heard that the place is great."
Angel shook her head. "N-No," she replied, nearly getting caught on her own voice. 'Maybe it's just a coincidence,' she thought.
Jesse, satisfied with his attempts to get information from Angel, but still disappointed that she did not admit anything, stood up. "Well, I can tell that you two want to get back to your date, so I'll go."
"Okay Jesse, thanks," replied Joey, rolling his eyes as Jesse went back upstairs. He and Angel cuddled back together and turned the television back on.
Jesse went back up into his room, Stephanie and Michelle following closely behind him. "Uncle Jesse, why did you give up? She didn't admit anything," complained Stephanie.
"I know, but I could tell that Joey was getting irritated, but I think that we're right about her. As soon as I said 'Gordon,' she immediately got uptight."
"So, now what?" asked Michelle.
"I don't know," admitted Jesse. "But give me awhile to come up with another plan, okay?"
"Okay," said Stephanie and Michelle in unison. They left Jesse's room and went back down to where they had been earlier. Michelle flopped down on her bed and Stephanie sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Stephanie, I was thinking, do you think that maybe we should do something to help Joey?" asked Michelle.
"Like what?"
"Like, I don't know, calling up Angel and telling her that Joey doesn't want to see her anymore . . . or something like that."
"Michelle, that's a great idea, even if there is a good chance that she won't believe us . . . unless we use one of your voice changers to make ourselves sound like Joey." Stephanie raised her eyebrows at her little sister and grinned.
"Now we've got a good plan," said Michelle, grinning as well. "But won't Joey feel bad if he never sees Angel again?"
"Well, it'll be better than if she breaks his heart, won't it?"
"So, we're really helping him, right?" asked Michelle, still unsure.
"Michelle, this was your idea; why are you so unsure about it?" asked Stephanie, shaking her head. Michelle shrugged. "Okay, well then, tomorrow we'll call up Angel and tell her that Joey-er-I don't want to see her anymore because 'I' know all about you-know-who. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me," said Michelle.
"Now, let's go to sleep. We've got a full day tomorrow."
It's Tomorrow and the Plan is Unleashed . . .
"Did you get Angel's phone number?" whispered Stephanie, as Michelle ran back into the room, carrying Joey's small phone book.
"Of course, did you doubt me?" asked Michelle, handing her sister the book.
"Michelle," began Stephanie, holding up Michelle's voice transformer, "tell me which sounds the most like Joey, okay?" Michelle nodded and Stephanie turned on the transformer. *Click* "Hi Angel," she said, in a deep voice.
"No, higher," instructed Michelle.
*Click* "Okay . . . Hi Angel."
"Higher."
*Click* "Hi Angel."
"Umm, that's close enough."
"Okay, good. Now hand me the phone, would you?" Michelle picked up the phone and carried it to her older sister. "What's Angel's number?" Stephanie asked.
Michelle opened Joey's address book. "What's her last name again?"
"Err, something with a 'J,'" said Stephanie.
"Okay . . . here it is. 'Angel Jasper,' with three little hearts around it . . . Steph, do you think that we're doing the right thing?"
"Yeah, even Jesse thinks that Angel is bad news. What's her number?"
"That's true . . . her number is 555-9053."
Stephanie punched in the numbers as Michelle read them off. She put the phone to her ear and held the voice transformer to her mouth.
Angel answered the phone on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Hi Angel, it's Joey."
"Hey Joey. You sound a little . . . stuffy. Are you okay?" she asked, sounding slightly concerned.
Stephanie felt a pang of guilt. "Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I don't think that we can see each other anymore."
There was a pause. "What? Why?" asked Angel, sounding suddenly depressed and shocked.
"Well, let's just say that I know all about you-know-who."
"Wha-"
Stephanie hung up and switched off the transformer. "Michelle, I don't feel right about what I just did. Joey's going to be so upset, when I call him and break up with him as Angel."
"But like you said, it's for his own good."
"I guess . . ." Stephanie turned back on the transformer. "Now tell me when I sound like Angel. Ahem." *Click* "Hey Joey."
"Higher."
*Click* "Hey Joey."
"Higher."
*Click* "Hey Joey."
"That'll work," said Michelle, nodding.
"Okay, now I'm going to call our house." She quickly pushed their number into the phone and waited for it to ring. She was suddenly glad that her father had given her her own phone line.
Danny answered on the first ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Angel. Could I talk to Joey, please?" asked Stephanie, using the voice transformer.
"Sure," said Danny, and Michelle and Stephanie heard Danny call out Joey's name.
Joey picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Joey, it's Angel."
"Hi Angel, how are you?"
"I'm okay, it's just that . . ." Stephanie took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I don't think that we can see each other anymore."
"Why not? What happened?"
"Well, let's just say that there's another man by the name of Gordon. I'm so sorry Joey," Stephanie added, although she wasn't sure that Angel would actually be sorry.
"Yeah, whatever," Joey said shortly, before hanging up the phone.
Stephanie hung up her phone as well, sighing. "Michelle, I think that this is the worst thing that I've ever done."
"Even worse than driving Joey's car into the kitchen?" asked Michelle.
"Ugh, don't remind me about that, but yeah, this is much worse than that." Stephanie fell down onto Michelle's bed.
Meanwhile, Joey had sat down on the couch, feeling absolutely miserable. He had thought that Angel was "the one," but, as he always had been in that past, he was wrong.
Jesse walked into the living room from the kitchen and noticed how distraught Joey looked. 'Angel must've told him the truth,' he told himself. "Joey, why do you look so down?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Angel just called and said that we couldn't see each other anymore. She said that there's some guy named 'Gordon' in her life now, or something along those lines. You know, Danny was right; I always think that I've found the perfect girl for me, but I always end up being wrong." He stood up and skulked up the stairs to his room.
"Wow, I didn't think that Angel would come clean this fast, I'd better tell the girls," Jesse whispered to himself. He went quickly up the stairs and stopped before he reached the room where his two nieces were. He heard them talking about Angel's breaking up with Joey. 'They heard already?' Jesse asked himself. 'That's odd; I know that Joey went straight to his room . . .'
"Michelle, I don't care if Angel was a good-for-nothing cheater, I still feel lousy about pretending to be both Angel and Joey, especially since I had to break up with both of them."
"What?!" exclaimed Jesse, entering the room. "You broke up Angel and Joey? Why and how?"
"Because you said that we were right about Angel cheating on Joey. And I used Michelle's voice changer to make myself sound like Angel and Joey. Uncle Jesse, I feel horrible about doing it."
"Well you should. I told you that I wanted Angel to admit to cheating, not to break them up yourselves. Move over, I'm calling Angel." He picked up the receiver. "Umm, what's her number?"
"555-9053," replied Michelle.
"Oh, that's right; Joey made up some song about her number . . ." He punched in the numbers. "Hello, Angel? It's Jesse . . . Look, I think that we all need to talk. Could you come over, please? . . . Okay, thanks for hearing me out . . . 'Bye." He hung up the receiver. "You guys are lucky; she said that she'd be right over. Come on, let's go wait for her." He walked out of the room.
Stephanie and Michelle looked at each other. "We are in so much trouble," whispered Michelle to Stephanie.
"I know that," Stephanie whispered back. "Come on," she said, walking out of the room. Michelle waited a few seconds before following her sister.
Jesse had somehow gotten Joey downstairs. Joey was sitting on the couch, looking distressed. "Jess, I don't know why you want me down here, but could you just let me go back to my room so that I can be unwanted by myself?"
"No, you have to wait here," demanded Jesse. "There's something that we all need to talk about."
"Who's 'we?'" asked Joey.
"You, me, Michelle, Stephanie, and Angel," replied Jesse, beckoning for Stephanie and Michelle to join Joey on the couch.
"Oh, no," refused Joey, standing up. "There's no way that I'm going to talk to Angel. She broke up with me, remember?"
Jesse cocked his head. "So it would seem to you," he replied, grimacing slightly.
"Just what is that supposed to mean?"
"You'll see, now sit down," Jesse insisted. A knock came at the front door. "Now, I'm going to answer the door," he said, backing up slowly towards the door. "None of you move." He turned around and opened the door.
"Hey Jesse," said Angel, who was looking just as miserable as Joey was. "What did you want to see me for?"
"Please sit down," instructed Jesse, gesturing towards an open chair near the couch. Angel obeyed and sat down in the chair. "Now," began Jesse, leaning on the couch, "I understand that you two broke up, but there is a good explanation for it, and I think it'll make sense when I ask you each a question. Joey, how did you and Angel break up?"
"She called me up not even half-an-hour ago and told me that it was over," explained Joey.
"That is not true," snapped Angel, defensively. "You broke up with me."
"What are you talking about?" asked Joey, looking at Angel as though she had suddenly transformed into Liberace. "You broke up with me."
"No I did not," insisted Angel. "I would never break up with someone that I love-" She slapped her hand over her mouth as she realized what she had said.
Joey looked as bewildered as Angel did. "Really, you feel that way about me?"
"Well . . . yeah," admitted Angel, her face a bright magenta. "And I never broke up with you," she added.
"Well, I didn't break up with you, either," said Joey.
"Exactly, neither of you broke up with the other," broke in Jesse.
"Jesse, I heard her on the other line," explained Joey.
"No, who you heard on the other line was this angel," said Jesse, pointing at Stephanie, who smiled innocently and laughed nervously.
"Stephanie broke up with me?" repeated Angel.
"Using this," added Jesse, holding up Michelle's voice transformer. "But, before you get mad at her, I know that she had a good explanation for what she did."
"She'd better," said Joey.
"Well, the thing is, we all thought that you were cheating on Joey," explained Stephanie, "I mean, even Jesse was sure of it, so Michelle and I decided to save Joey before you hurt him."
"Girls, that was a nice thing to do for me, but I don't think that Angel was cheating on me," said Joey, looking at Angel.
"But I found this," objected Michelle, holding up the note.
"Is that my letter to Gordon?" asked Angel, squinting her eyes to get a better look at the piece of paper.
"Yes it is. See Joey, there is a Gordon," said Michelle, nodding her head.
Angel laughed slightly. "Girls, the Gordon that I was writing is my brother. He's stopping in for the weekend."
Stephanie and Michelle stared at her. "But-but, it says 'don't worry; Joey won't be stopping over until after you leave'?" Michelle asked, stammering.
"Because, well, Gordon is a very . . . sensitive person. He doesn't like to be around other people, and I don't like to leave him alone, because he gets nervous when he's alone."
"But why did you get uptight when I mentioned Gordon's name?" asked Jesse.
"Because every time that I mention him to anyone else, they want to come over to try to 'help him,' when all he wants is to spend time with me before he goes back to our parents. See, my parents drop him off with me one Saturday of every month."
Jesse stared at her. "Oh, well, you could have told us about him. If he doesn't like people, we can understand that."
"I know, I've just had bad experiences with 'help' before," said Angel. "Sorry about the confusion."
"It's okay," said Joey. "So," he began, standing up. "Do you want to go get some food, or something?"
Angel stood up to face him. "I'd love too."
"Girls," said Joey, turning to look at the two young girls. "I appreciate what you did, but next time, please come to me. You nearly ruined the best relationship I've ever had."
"We're sorry, Joey," said Stephanie and Michelle. "And we're sorry, Angel."
"It's okay," Angel replied, smiling at them. Joey and Angel then turned around and walked out the front door, re-beginning their nearly ruined relationship.
"So, since they forgive us, I guess that you won't tell Dad, right?" asked Stephanie, hopefully.
"No, I won't tell your dad, but you will clean the dishes alone for a month, okay?"
"But won't Dad find that suspicious?" asked Michelle.
"Just tell him that you want to be helpful," said Jesse, walking towards the kitchen. "Oh, and you two will be watching the twins for free every time Becky and I want to go out this month as well," he added, before walking into the kitchen.
"What?!"
*Finis*
A/N: Well, if that's not a "Full House" ending, I don't know what is. Okay, now if you would be kind enough to review, unless you just want to say "I hated your story. You suck!" Please don't say that. Anything else (that isn't a flame) is just fine. Thanks!