Disclaimer: I don't' own Codename: KND. I'm pretty sure an idea like this has probably been done… or something like that but does it matter right now? Didn't think so! And yeah I'd hate to say it but it won't be as humorous as it sounds but I'm not one to be too serious so stick around some humor will show up.
Operation 3: Focus (Same day as last Chapter)
KND-
I guess you could say I've been really selfish for not telling you sooner, and I wouldn't change that. In my mind I guess everything was meant to be happy and telling you good-bye would shatter our happiness. I guess if I could change anything I wouldn't. I was glad to be part of a team who understood me or something like that. I just wish I could be braver like Nigel, smarter like Hoagie, more intimidating like Wally, and cooler like Abby. Just remember that even though we will one day grow up to be the adults we fought day after day I won't stop missing you guys! While we may not be KND Operative anymore I will forever remember you guys as Numbuh 1, Numbuh 2, Numbuh4, and Numbuh 5. Who knows… maybe one day we'll meet again and until then we'll always be friends-4-Evuh. ^_^.
-Kuki
How long has she been avoiding things? Who knows… all she knows is that when the relationship between Nigel and Lizzie had reached its 4.5 year mark she couldn't stand it. She wasn't the conniving type and she wouldn't start now, so she just let her heart become broken. So broken she didn't think anything would console her, that is until she had discovered music did things to her mood. Like a certain song could make her feel happy all over again, another would remind her of him and it would break her heart, and a completely different song could remind her of the best friend she ever had… Kuki Sanbag.
"hmm…" She began to think about the way her life had been going. She partly felt guilty for deserting her friends but she needed to get over Nigel before she ever decided it would be best to re-join the group. The sound of her phone ringing brought her back to reality. "Yo!" She picked up the phone.
"Hello, is this Abby?" A female voice made it to the girl's ears.
"That depends on who wants to know…"
"Marie Martinez…" The voice answered making Abby shake her head. Marie Martinez was one of the most popular girls in school, because of her looks no doubt. What would she be doing calling her? "I heard you play good music…"
"And…?"
"I've got three hundred dollars for your services."
"I don't know…" Abby checked her schedule. "When's the party?"?
"Tonight…"
"Say what?!?!" Abby nearly screamed. "I don't usually do last minute jobs… It takes too long to pick out the right music and…"
"Four fifty then." She said suddenly.
"I don't know…"
"Listen the band I had booked just broke up and I desperately need music!" Abby almost laughed at the desperate tone in her voice. Abby checked her calendar and sighed. Tonight she was supposed to go to that teen club meeting her parents made her join just to keep her 'focused'. Quite frankly she hated that stupid meeting but it meant so much to her parents… aww what the hell.
"Three fifty and I'll be over in two hours…" Abby said writing down the address to the girl's house. "What kind of music should I bring?"
"Anything that you'd hear on the radio…" Marie said quickly. "I have other arrangements to make so your money will be waiting when you get here."
"Abby!!" her mother called her, meaning she was home from work already. Abby left her room and stopped when she passed the hallway mirror.
Her looks have changed over the years. She ditched that single long braid of her and chopped her hair to a moderately short cut… and she had resorted to wearing minimal amount of makeup. After checking her reflection she went downstairs to see her mother was bringing in groceries. She rushed outside to help bring in the remaining bags.
"How was your day today?" Her mother asked ditching her lab jacket across the couch.
"Alright." Her answer was short and quick.
"You have that meeting tonight right?"
"Yes…"
"Are you going to at least show up for this meeting?"
"I don't know."
"Abigail, your father and I enrolled you into that program…"
"Help me find some focus in my life, but I already have some focus…"
"Music?" Her father's voice rang out making her wince. He was home early.
"Yes." Abby said putting away several boxes of cereal.
"There is no career in music, Abigail."
"Sure there is… I could own my own record company. Make it a business out of being a DJ… or…"
"Or you could go to college and take up something that is more likely to be with in your reach."
"Mark…" Her mother tried to cut in seeing how her father was becoming angry over the matter.
"Stop trying to defend her Louisa…" Mark said. "Abigail, need to realize that music isn't everything. Those people you see on T.V. were picked up off the street, or in a strip bar, or waiting on people. Who knows how long they have been waiting!"
"Why can't, for once, you support me and my dream of being involved with music?!?!" Abigail yelled. "You keep telling me it's out of my reach! Well maybe if I had support I could be to just one step closer to what I want to be!" She stormed out of the front door and into the garage.
"What did I tell you Louisa? No respect for anyone!" Her father turned his attention to his mother. "It was your idea to try out that stupid teen help club but if we had sent her to boot camp like I wanted to before this wouldn't happen and she'd be living in a reality world!"
"Boot camp is so harsh!" Louisa said. "The girl at least has a dream Mark and didn't run off and get pregnant by some hoodlum boy." Louisa said gently.
"So now it's my fault you couldn't find your dream of making it in music?!?" Mark yelled watching Louisa turn from him.
"I never said that, Mark." Her voice broke proving she was now in tears. "But she has a dream and I didn't push her into it either. She might just make it in what I couldn't." She started to walk away. "Do whatever you want, but I'm not going to be the one to ruin her life. Just for any misunderstanding I don't blame you I blame myself… and yet I'd do it over again just to give my little girl a chance to be happy and if she fails at least she could say she tried." Louisa said walking up the stairs leaving Mark alone with a kitchen full of groceries that still needed to be put away.
"Perfect!" Marie Martinez said as Abby had just finished setting up her system. Abby picked out a record from the stack she has next to her and started the music as several guests began to arrive. She then picked up her headphones and began to pick and choose several different songs from another record and kept it on standby as she left her perch to score something to eat before it was all gone.
She looked at the couples all over the place; most of them making out but a few actually was listening to her music and dancing to it. She saw a group of jocks bunch up in a corner to watch one of the less popular kids drink as much as he could from a keg can they managed to get. She smirked as the skinny kid wound up throwing most of it back up and went back to selecting music… then it all stopped when she saw her coming towards her post… Lizzie. Over the years the girl ditched her two pigtails and opted for a single braid going down her back
"Hi, Abigail!" She spoke with that same semi annoying voice.
"Hi Lizzie." She replied.
"Do you have my favorite song?"
"I don't know… what is it?" She refused to make eye contact with the girl.
"Drive me crazy by Britney Spears."
"I'm not sure…" Abby when to her box of records while muttering a few choice words at the girl.
"Come on Lizzie let's go dance." His voice rang out striking a nerve in her system.
"Wait, I wanna see if she has my favorite song!" She said as Abby came back with a record she kept in case she had a pre-teen party to DJ.
"Yeah I have it…" She said not even glancing at Nigel.
"Abby, I didn't know you were going to be here."
"I could say the same." She said stiffly which struck a chord in Nigel's system. For sometime now Abby had been brushing him off as an acquaintance she had met. "So do you want to hear the song Lizzie or not?"
"No... I was wondering if you could make a copy for me... you know being Nigel's friend and all."
"Sure, no problem!" Abby said.
"Come on Nigey…" Lizzie dragged Nigel out to the dance floor. She watched them go before sighing deeply.
"Abby thinks it's time to get ready to pack up…" She said noticing Wally become the center of attention. Apparently he managed to get on Ryan's bad side. She kept one more record out before putting most of them into her car. By time she got back much glass was being broken and she saw one of the neighbors look out the window with her phone in hand. She shook her head listening to things get smashed and began to pack up her stuff by time she got her last speaker put away the police arrived. She shook her head and drove off down the street.
Once she got home she pulled up and opened the garage door… She reached into her trunk and began to unload stuff only to turn around and find her mother standing there. She almost expected something about disappointment but she said nothing and together they unpacked her stuff. They went inside and both sat down.
"Your father went to bust up some party on Elm Street."
"Good…" She said not mentioning she was there. Then there was a long pause.
"He's sending you to boot camp."
"What?!?!" She almost felt like fainting.
"He's fed up with my attempts to get you to focus on your future and…"
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!!!"