Disclaimer: I don't own "Full House" or any of its characters. The only thing(s) that I own are: Angel Jasper, Alan Jasper, "A.J.'s Towing Service." And I do not own the Home & Garden magazine. Just borrowing it! Don't sue me!
Title: Look Homeward, Angel
Summary: Sequel to "Angel of Destruction." Joey deals with the pressure of not only trying to ask Angel to move in with him, but telling the rest of the family that there is another person who is going to live with them...if he could get around to asking her. Read and Review!
Genre: Romance and Humor
A/N: Another one-chapter story. This is the sequel to "Angel of Destruction," as stated above. There may or may not be another sequel to this story; it's all up to you guys! So, read, review, and tell me if you want another "Angel" story. Thanks! :-)
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~Look Homeward, Angel~
"G'night, Angel," sighed Joey. He and Angel were standing in the doorway of the Tanner house. His hands were holding onto hers so tightly that her hands were beginning to lose feeling.
"Joey," she said, grinning at him. "You've said that three times already. I mean, do you want to be the type of couple that always goes: 'No, you say goodbye first. No you. No you.'?" She smiled at him, cocking an eyebrow as she did so.
"I guess not, but I can't help it; I ruve roo." he replied, à la "Scooby Doo." Angel chuckled, shaking her head slightly. He leaned in for another goodnight kiss.
Angel broke the kiss and looked up at Joey with her light green eyes. "Okay, I really gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, 'kay?" She turned around and walked down the walkway. Joey slowly closed the door, watching as Angel climbed into her car and drove down the street and out of sight. The door closed with a click and Joey half-walked, half-slumped down into the living room and sat down on the couch.
He sighed deeply; he always hated it when Angel had to leave. Sure, they had only been going out for about six months, but he felt that he was almost ready to marry her. Almost. That "almost" was the one word that was keeping him from even thinking about making a big commitment to Angel. He sure wasn't ready for a wedding, but he did want to figure out a way to spend more time with his girlfriend. Besides, he assumed (well, hoped) that Angel wasn't ready to get married, either.
But all-in-all, Joey figured that yes, one day, he and Angel would be ready to "tie-the-knot," if you will. For the time being, however, his mind was set on the time-spending issue. He laid down on the couch and closed his eyes, deeply immersed in thought. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'there's a way that I haven't thought of yet. Not marriage, but the next-best thing. Which would be . . . moving in together!'
He shot up, his eyes opening. "That's it!" he exclaimed, forgetting, for a moment, about the sleeping persons who were in the house.
"Joey, is that you?" came a voice from the kitchen.
'Whoops, Danny,' he remembered. "Uh, yeah Danny. It's me," he replied, getting up off of the couch and walking towards the kitchen door. He pushed it open and walked inside; Danny, Jesse, and Becky were around the kitchen table. "Hey guys," Joey greeted, sitting down on a stool.
"Hey Joey," they all replied.
"So, how was your date?" asked Becky, with a smile.
"Fantastic, as usual," he said, not able to stop a grin from appearing over his face. "You know, I was thinking-" He paused, and his smile faded as he looked at the three adults sitting at the table, and thought about the four sleeping children upstairs.
It was then that he was hit with a realistic problem involving Angel's moving in: there was absolutely no room for her. He doubted that anyone would want another person living in the already cramped house. Sure, D.J. had gone off to college, but that didn't make the house seem any less crowded . . .
"You were thinking what, Joe?" asked Jesse, snapping Joey out of his thoughts.
"Oh, uh-" This was going to take some fast thinking. "-thinking that . . . I would take her out to that new Chinese restaurant this weekend." Hey, that was pretty good, right?
"Joey, there is no new Chinese restaurant," retorted Danny. "Trust me, it's part of my job to tell the viewers about new attractions in San Francisco."
Okay, maybe not. "Oh." Joey feigned a look of confusion. "Well then, I'll just have to take her to one of the old restaurants. Well, I'm exhausted; I'm going to go to bed."
"Already?" said Becky, glancing at her watch. "It's only ten thirty. Stephanie went to bed not even ten minutes ago."
"Well I'm going to have a full day tomorrow. Angel and I are going to go look around town for a store to rent. You know, so that she can start up the child's day-care service that she's always wanted. And, since we're going to be in business together, we're going to spend the day coming up with a name, a slogan, and color."
Jesse cleared his throat. "Color?" he repeated.
"Yeah, inside, outside, trim, wallpaper, floor . . . there's a lot to choose from." Jesse nodded slowly, almost sarcastically. "Fine, scoff if you like; I've heard that the atmosphere of a store is the most important," Joey said, defensively.
"Where'd you hear that, the Home & Garden magazine?" asked Jesse, with a smirk.
"Yes," replied Joey, nodding his head. Off of the looks he received, he added: "Hey, it has good . . . articles." With that, he turned around and climbed quickly up the stairs.
When he got inside his room, he collapsed on the bed. 'Maybe,' he thought, after a few minutes, 'they do want another member of the family, but they just don't know it.' He paused and sat upright. 'Yeah, maybe all I have to do is ask them, and maybe, hopefully, they'll say that it's a great idea! But if they don't . . .' He sighed, falling back down on his pillow.
'What if I don't ask them? Maybe I'll just buy something, a pet, and then show it to them and get their reaction! Then I'll know if they want another addition to the household! Yeah.' He closed his eyes, satisfied with his plan.
The Next Morning . . .
Joey awoke to the sounds of loud footsteps and giggling outside of his bedroom. He lifted his head and groggily stood up. He glanced in the mirror; his blond hair was sticking up in different directions. He reached up and tried to smooth it down.
He then reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans. After pulling them on, he opened his bedroom door and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. As soon as he set foot in the kitchen, he was nearly sent crashing to the floor as Nicky and Alex dashed through his legs during a game of tag.
He quickly regained his balance and shook his head. This was exactly the problem; he couldn't even walk into the kitchen without (literally and figuratively) running into someone. How would it be if someone else was included in the waiting line for breakfast?
Which reminded him, if he was going to do his little "experiment," he would have to plan it out carefully . . . and do it soon; he didn't want to wait too much longer to ask Angel to move in. He knew that if he thought about it for a few more days, he would be too nervous to ask her.
He sat down on a stool in front of the bar. "So Joey, would you like chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes for breakfast?" Danny asked, gesturing towards the tall piles of pancakes.
Joey opened his mouth to reply, but closed it as his eyes drifted down towards the piles of pancakes. That was another fact against him. If Angel moved in, there was another mouth to feed. And Angel at a lot. Joey wasn't sure where she put it all, but she could eat nearly as much as he could, and that was saying a lot.
Danny leaned in slightly and waved his hand in front of Joey's face. Joey blinked a few times and his vision cleared as he floated back into reality. "Oh, um, blueberry," he replied.
Danny nodded and then served Joey the flapjack. As Joey ate his breakfast, he decided to begin the "experiment" with just a simple question: "So Danny," he said in between bites, "tell me the truth; what do you think about Angel?"
Danny set down his spatula before replying. "I think she's great," said Danny, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "She's nice, funny . . . a little spontaneous at times, I have to admit."
Joey nodded. 'So, Danny likes her. Since it is his house, that gives Angel more of an edge,' he thought, drumming his fingers on the countertop.
"Why do you ask?" inquired Danny, as he rinsed off his plate in the sink.
Joey shoved the last bite of food into his mouth. ". . . oh, no reason," he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and pushed the plate towards Danny. "Listen, I gotta go. I promised Angel that I'd meet her at her cousin's auto service 'store' and then we'd go looking for places to rent."
He grabbed his car keys and headed towards the backdoor. He gave Danny a half-wave before exiting the house.
At A.J.'s Towing Service . . .
Joey pulled up to the garage to see Angel leaning on the side of a green truck, talking to her cousin, Alan, who was underneath the truck. He parked the car and stepped outside. He walked over to Angel, who noticed his approaching. "Hey Joey," she greeted, happily, walking up to give him a hug.
"Hi Angel," he replied, looking at the front of his shirt to make sure that no grease had gotten on him.
"Don't worry," she said, noticing his checking, "I haven't worked on any cars today."
"Yeah," agreed Alan, coming out from beneath the truck. On his face was a long smudge of grease. "Oh, and I told Angel that if you guys find a place today, that she's gonna hafta find someone to replace her. Preferably someone with the initials 'A.J.'" He nodded for effect and then slid back under the truck.
Joey glanced over at Angel and shrugged. She leaned in and whispered: "He's not exactly the most educated member the Jasper family. Just humor him, okay? The only reason he got this job is because he knew what he was doing." She flashed a grin at Joey.
"Oh, okay," Joey replied in a low voice. "So, Alan, what type of person would you want to work here?"
Alan slid back out, beads of sweat slid down his face as he did so. "Oh, you know, someone who knows how to fix cars."
"Huh, all right. I'll keep my eyes open for any mechanics-"
"Oh no, don't go out of your way for that. Just look out for someone who can fix cars and stuff." He nodded again and slid back underneath the truck.
"C'mon," said Angel, taking Joey's hand and pulling him out of the garage. As they neared Joey's car, Joey almost felt compelled to say, "Hey, wanna move in with me?" but as soon as he opened his mouth, he remembered his house and how crowded it was and shut his mouth.
"Where are we going?" Angel asked him as they climbed inside Joey's car.
"I don't know. I was thinking that we could go down Van Ness Avenue. It usually has some places for rent." Angel nodded in agreement. Joey started the car and pulled out into the street.
Angel glanced over at Joey; he was acting rather quiet today. She wondered if he was having second thoughts about collaborating on the day care center. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat; if he didn't want to do it anymore, she could just forget about doing anything except fixing cars until she was about fifty. Well, at least Alan wouldn't be alone in the business . . .
She cleared her throat. "Joey?" He looked over at her. "You know that you don't have to do this, right?"
"I know, but I really want to," he replied, slightly taken aback by her question. "Why'd you ask that?"
"Well, you've been pretty quiet; I was just wondering if you were having second thoughts."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I was just thinking about . . . getting something for my family." Okay, it wasn't a compete lie; he was going to get something for them. It was all part of the plan.
"Oh, okay then." Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Being new to a city is never easy, and Angel was still amazed as to how she and Joey met in the first place. A broken-down car . . . life sometimes works out like that, doesn't it? Nevertheless, Angel was still a little skeptical about whether or not it was all real.
They drove down Van Ness Avenue, looking for a sign that read FOR RENT. "So, what kind of place are we looking for? You know, size wise and the number of doors, windows . . . you get what I mean . . ." Joey trailed off, knowing how much he was rambling.
"I was hoping for a place that was, at the least, thirty feet all around, but that's just the main room. We'd also need bathrooms, play rooms, sleeping rooms, and maybe a waiting room."
"Okay . . . so it needs to be pretty big then."
"Yeah, and do you know how great it'd be if we could find a place to rent that was two stories tall?"
"Why, it'd be thpectacular," he replied, à la "Sylvester Cat." Angel chuckled silently, continuing to look out of the window.
After about five minutes of searching, Angel pointed out of the window. "Hey, look there!" she shouted, pointing at a building. Joey looked in the direction she was pointing. There was indeed a sign with FOR RENT imprinted in red letters. "Shall we take a look?"
"Yes, we shall," replied Joey, looking for an empty space to park his car. As he pulled into the first empty space he saw, he got a good look at the building. It seemed to be a good size, two storied, and, even though it was a sickeningly brown color, it did have potential.
Angel hopped out of the passenger-side seat onto the pavement outside and began to walk towards the building. "Hey, wait!" called Joey, climbing out of the car and hurrying to her side.
"I'm waiting," Angel replied, holding her hands out in front of her in defense. "Calm down, please," she added, with a small simper.
"Yeah, yeah," snapped Joey, playfully, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her towards the building. They peered through the window and looked at the inside.
"Ugh," groaned Angel in disgust. The inside was very small and there was a large, molded-over hole in the ceiling. "Why are they even considering renting this building out?"
Joey chuckled, wrapping his hands around his face to block out the glare. "Hey, look over in that corner." Angel's eyes drifted towards the corner and she let out a loud shudder. It looked as though there a large beaver-like fur had been thrown in the corner about two or three years ago, considering the amount of dust that was covering it.
"This has to be the most disgusting place I've ever seen," declared Angel, shaking her head.
"I know, and if I may repeat what you said, why are they even considering renting out this place?"
"Because we need the money." Angel and Joey exchanged anxious glances at the sound of a voice behind them. They spun around to see an elderly couple standing behind them. "That's why we want to rent out this place."
Angel and Joey laughed nervously. "We-we were just, you know . . . joking around," explained Angel. Joey saw that her cheeks were flushed to a bright red. And, by the way his own face was burning, he assumed that his face was pretty pink as well.
"Y-yeah," he added, nodding his head. "Besides, we were considering renting this place."
"You were?" asked the husband, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, we were?" asked Angel, her smile still plastered upon her face.
"Uh, well, this is the best building we've seen all day," continued Joey, giving Angel a knowing glance.
"Right, right . . . yeah," agreed Angel, her face fading into a light pink color.
"Oh, well then, would you like the number?" asked the wife, digging into her purse for a piece of paper and a pen.
"Er, sure. Why not?" said Angel, smiling softly at the small woman. Angel watched as the woman wrote down the number and handed it to her. "Thank you," she added, grabbing Joey's hand and pulling him towards the car. "We've gotta go. Bye!" The couple waved at them as they climbed into Joey's car.
As soon as Joey slammed his door closed, they both erupted into laughs. "Oh . . . my God," said Angel, in between chuckles. "I think that may have been the most embarrassed I've ever been since high school." She rubbed her eyes with her fingers, continuing to smile.
"Not me; I've been embarrassed plenty of times since high school that override this. But it was still pretty humiliating." He looked over at Angel. "Hey, could I see that?" he asked, gesturing towards the piece of paper in her hand. She nodded and handed it to him.
Joey read the number on the paper: 555-1122. His eyes drifted up to the sign in the window; the number on the sign read 555-1623. He chuckled again. "Hey Angel," he said, nudging her on the shoulder. "I don't think that they liked us very much. They gave us the wrong number."
Angel looked from the number on the paper to the number in the window. She giggled, her head falling against the seat. "I can't believe it; I've hardly been here a year and I've already gotten a false phone number."
Joey nodded, looking out of the front window; the elderly couple was looking directly at them, a stern look upon their faces. Joey smiled at them and gave them a small wave. "I, uh, think we should go," he said out of the corner of his mouth.
"Okay," agreed Angel, buckling her seatbelt. They pulled out into the street and drove away from the empty store. "So, where to now?" she asked, tucking her strawberry blond hair behind her ear.
"Well . . ." He trailed off, looking out of the side window at the passing-by stores. He stared ahead a few buildings and saw the same sign gleaming back at them: FOR RENT. "There!" he exclaimed, pulling into the nearest parking spot.
Angel and Joey climbed out of the car and walked up to the empty building. Angel peered through the clean window at the inside: there was a large, white room, and two doors that, obviously, led to rooms in the back. In the right corner was a set of stairs that led up to the second level. "Wow, its perfect," said Angel, quietly. "I mean, I know that this is only the second one we've looked at, but who's to say that it won't work?"
Joey looked over Angel's shoulder at the inside. "Wow," he said, in a voice just as quiet as Angel's. "It is perfect. It's everything you described. A whole bunch of rooms on the bottom, a top floor, and this room is big enough for at least fifteen kids!"
"I know!" She pulled away from the window and looked up at Joey. "So, what do you think? Should we call the number?"
"Of course, and we'd better do it fast; who knows if anyone else has seen it?" Angel nodded, and pulled a pen from out of her back pocket. She quickly scribbled the number 555-0827 on her hand.
"Okay," she said, sliding the pen back into her pocket, "should we continue looking, or call the number and have someone let us in?"
Joey paused as he considered it. "Let's go inside," he said, pulling out his wallet. He unzipped his wallet and pulled out a quarter. "Do you wanna call or-"
"Yeah, I'll call." She accepted the quarter and walked down to the curb, where a phone booth was standing. Joey watched as she slipped inside and began to dial. He leaned against the window, blocking the FOR RENT sign from any passing-by citizens.
Within a matter of minutes, Angel stepped out of the phone booth and walked over to Joey. "Okay, Mr. Lucas, the owner of the building, will be here in about five to ten minutes to let us in."
"Did he say if anyone else has made an offer?"
"Surprisingly, no," replied Angel, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess no one else has seen its hidden beauty. Or people have seen it, and they just don't want it, I don't know."
"Right," Joey said, sarcastically.
"Shut up," remarked Angel, playfully, giving Joey a gentle push on the shoulder.
Not long after, an old Chevrolet pulled up next to Joey's car and a tall, burly, brown-haired man climbed out. He walked up to Joey and Angel. He stood nearly a head over Angel, looking down at her with dark grey eyes. "Are you Angel Jasper?" he asked. His voice was deep and contained a heavy rasp, as though he had a throat infection.
Angel nodded and stuck out her hand. "Yes, and you must be Mr. Lucas."
"You can call me Chris," he replied, shaking her hand.
"And I'm Joey Gladstone," interrupted Joey, holding out his own hand, which Chris accepted.
"Glad to meet you both," said Chris. "I'll just let you in." He pulled out from his jacket a small bronze key. He walked up to the door and unlocked it, pushing the door open. "There you are," he stated, holding the door open for them to walk through.
"Thanks," said Angel, with a smile. She entered the large room and stood in the middle of it. "You know, this really is perfect," she said, looking at the ceiling, which stood no higher than six and a half feet. "The ceiling is kind of low, but it'll be mostly children in here anyways."
Joey and Chris Lucas watched as Angel walked up the stairs to the second story. "So, how much are you asking?" inquired Joey, looking up at Chris.
"Four hundred dollars a month," he replied, listening to Angel's footsteps coming from above.
Angel came back down the stairs, grinning at Joey. "It looks great upstairs."
"Good," replied Joey, strolling over to where Angel was standing. "Okay, he's asking four hundred dollars a month for this place. Is that too much, or-"
"No, it's just right," replied Angel, glancing into the other rooms. "With a little paint, flooring, and toys, this place'll look-"
"-perfect," she and Joey finished together. "Mr. Lucas-Chris-we'll take it!"
The Next Day . . .
Joey was returning home from, as he told Danny, "shopping." He was shopping, but not for food or clothes. He was shopping for something that would help him find out whether there was room for Angel in the Tanner household. His grip on the paper bag he was holding tightened; if this didn't work . . . he pushed the thought away; of course it would work.
Danny was in the living room, cleaning the top of the coffee table. D.J., home from college for spring break, was trying to watch TV, but kept having to move to avoid her cleaning-crazed father. "Dad," she groaned, as her father moved in front of her. "All I want to do is watch some TV before dinner. Is that so much to ask?"
Danny stood up and feigned shock. "What? I thought that we were spending quality time together."
D.J. shook her head. "Dad, you're hopeless."
Joey opened the door and stepped inside, still carrying the brown paper bag. "Hey Danny, D.J., have I got a surprise for all of you."
"What is it, Joe? It's not another one of those Mr. Woodchuck dolls, is it?" asked Danny, pulling off his latex gloves.
"No, and he wasn't a 'doll,' as you so harshly put it. He was a "ventriloquist dummy,'" said Joey, defensively.
"Right, so what do you have?" he asked, coming over to stand in front of Joey.
"Hold on; I've gotta get everyone in here first. Jesse! Becky! Stephanie! Michelle!" he called, gently lifting his bag to his chest.
Jesse entered the room first, carrying Nicky and Alex in each arm. "What is it, Joey? We were just about to watch 'Sesame Street' . . . uhh, on second thought, take your time," he said, setting Nicky and Alex down on the couch. Becky, Stephanie, and Michelle arrived next, also asking Joey what he wanted to tell them.
"Okay," began Joey, setting the bag on the ground and kneeling beside it, "I saw this in the window of a store, and thought, 'Hey, we've never had one of those; why don't I get it for my wonderful family?'" He reached into the bag and pulled out a clear plastic box. The box was almost full of water, and a large rock jutted up above the top of the water. And, on top of the rock, sat a small green turtle.
Danny and Jesse leaned in, looking into the small tank. "Um, that's a turtle, Joe," stated Jesse, uneasily.
"I know, the perfect addition to the family," replied Joey. "I call him Hernando." He smiled at his family members. "What do you think?"
"Joey, you can't be serious!" exclaimed Danny. "We don't have any room for any 'additions to the family.'"
Joey stared at Danny, his heart plummeting to his stomach. "Oh, well . . ." He slid the tank back into the bag. "It's no big deal," he said, softly. "I'll just take Hernando back to the store. It's not like he was important to me or anything. I mean, I only had him for about ten minutes." He exhaled deeply. "I'm gonna go take him back. Sorry guys."
"It's okay, Joey. We just don't have any room."
"I know, I thought about that, but you never know, do you?" He picked up the bag and opened the front door. "I just thought that, maybe, an addition to the family would be a good thing." He walked out of the house, closing the door behind him.
"Wow, Joey got really worked up over that turtle," remarked Jesse.
"I don't think that it was the turtle, Jess," stated Danny. "I think that he was trying to tell us something else."
"Like what?" asked Stephanie, putting her hand on her hips.
"Like maybe he wanted someone else to move in with us." He paused, looking around at everyone's faces. "I think that he may have wanted Angel to move in with him."
"Then why'd you tell him no?" asked Jesse.
"Well, I didn't figure it out 'til just now!" defended Danny, holding up his hands. "I thought that he wanted the turtle. I don't like turtles; they smell and carry diseases." He sighed, sitting down on the couch. "I think that we'd better tell him that it's okay for Angel to move in."
"Why didn't he just ask?" wondered D.J., aloud. "Why'd he buy a turtle? And why a turtle?"
Danny put his arm around D.J.'s shoulders. "Honey, the world works in interesting ways. There is no 'why.'"
"How are we gonna tell Joey that Angel can move in?" asked Michelle.
"Oh, I've got a plan," replied Danny, smiling. "I've got a plan."
"Dad, stop being so melodramatic," moaned D.J. "I've only been home two days, and you still feel the need to embarrass me."
At The Soon-To-Be Day-Care Center . . .
"I think that baby blue would be a good color for the walls," stated Angel, looking around at the room. "It's a very soothing color; just what young kids need. What do you think?"
"What?" asked Joey, snapping out of a daze.
Angel sighed. "I said, I think that baby blue would be a good color for the walls, since it's so soothing. Are you okay? You've been a little . . . out of it today."
"I'm fine. I'm sorry; I was just . . . thinking about something. I think that baby blue would be great." He looked up at the ceiling. "You know, we should paint clouds that are in the shapes of different things. You know, like animals."
"That's a great idea, Joey! And what were you thinking about?" She scribbled down Joey's idea on a small notepad.
"Oh, nothing really. Just about how my family wouldn't let me keep a turtle."
Angel looked at him, a confused look in her eyes. "A turtle?" she repeated. "I'm . . . sorry?"
"Oh, it's okay. I only had Hernando for about ten minutes."
"And yet you still had time to name him Hernando." She smiled, shaking her head slowly. "Don't worry, they'll be more Hernandos."
"But I liked the one I had. He was perfect . . ." He began to zone out. "Cute, funny, nice. I just don't understand why my family didn't want Hernando as part of the family." He looked at Angel, who had a bemused look upon her face. "I mean . . . you know what I meant."
"I guess." She gave him another look of perplexity before turning around to look at the doors. "Do you think that-"
She continued to talk, but Joey wasn't listening. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts. 'Why should I have to ask my family if my girlfriend can move in with me?' he thought. 'It doesn't matter what they think. Okay, it does a little bit, but it's really mine and Angel's decision.' He took a deep breath. 'I'm gonna do it.'
"-I mean, two bathrooms would save time, but only one bathroom would save space. Joey, what do-"
"Angel," interrupted Joey. "Do . . . you . . . wanna move in with me?"
Angel looked up at him, a mixed expression of both excitement and apprehension upon her face. "I-I . . . what?" she asked, blinking her eyes.
"Do you want to move in with me?" Joey asked again, smiling nervously at her.
"Uh . . . yeah! I do." Her face broke into a grin. "Yes!" She threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Joey returned the hug, feeling his heart beating wildly against hers. "Good," he breathed.
"I've-I've gotta go pack," said Angel, quickly, breaking the hug. "I'll see you back at the house. Oh, did you ask your family yet?"
Joey paused. "Yeah," he said, finally. "They'd love to have you there." Angel smiled at him, walking out of the building and climbing into her car, which was parked next to Joey's. As she pulled away, Joey rubbed his head with his hand. "What am I going to tell them?" he asked himself, walking out of the building.
At The Tanner House . . .
"Dad, I told you your plan wouldn't work," said D.J., slumping down on the couch.
"Deej is right; your plan stunk," agreed Stephanie, sitting down next to her sister.
"Hey, c'mon, how was I supposed to know that they don't sell more than three turtles to each family," said Danny, following his daughters into the living room.
"Tell me again, why were we getting so many turtles?" asked Becky, sitting down on the arm on the couch, Nicky in her lap.
"We weren't 'getting' them; we were borrowing them, to show Joey that it's okay for Angel to move in with us."
"And how would 'borrowing' ten turtles help us tell Joey that Angel can move in?" asked Jesse.
"It would show him that we don't mind having lots of people in the house," explained Danny. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter; they wouldn't have loaned us ten turtles anyways."
The door opened and Joey entered the room. "Hey guys," he greeted, giving them a nervous smile.
"Hey Joey!" they replied, standing up. "What's up?" asked Jesse.
"Look, guys, I know that you don't want any more additions to the family but . . . I asked Angel to move in with us," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Sorry I didn't ask you, but I didn't want to wait any longer to ask her."
"Oh, Joey, that's okay. We were just about to tell you that we'd love to have Angel move in with us," said Becky, giving Joey a small hug.
"Wait, how'd you guys . . . find out?" he asked, looking around at everyone. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter; Angel's moving in!"
"Congratulations, Joey!" exclaimed everyone, jumping up to give Joey a hug.
'Yeah,' thought Joey. 'Angel's definitely going to fit in.'
*Finis*
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