Author's Note: I got the idea for this strange fanfic because, well… I always imagined Piggy (talked to in Operation: C.H.A.D.) to be a girl, possibly because I thought his/her name was Peggy. ^^;;; I found out his/her name was Piggy, but it was too late—I had already formed this scheme in my mind and that was how it was going to be. It turns out, though, that the name "Piggy" has a lot more room for development, so I decided to write this story anyway. So...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door.
CHAPTER 1—Humbly Invited
"Hello, Piggy. Still need a bass player for the Scumbucket Punks?"
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Where did this come from? Who is this "Piggy"? Is this their real name, or some sort of nickname? What happened after this acceptance? In order to answer all of these questions, I took it upon myself to do a bit of investigating. *cough*nosiness*cough* I have included here the findings of this investigation.
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---10:30 A.M., May 24th: Roosevelt Middle School---
During a passing period, a girl with light brown-blonde (and very poofy) hair walked down a crowded school hall. The schoolchildren that milled about chattered noisily. "Oops. Excuse me. Excuse me," the girl added to the noise as she struggled to walk against the flow of students and get through narrow passages made even narrower by people who were standing around idly.
Finally, she reached her target: a sixth grader, like herself. "Hii, Chaad," she said, holding out her vowels.
Chad, with his blonde hair covering his eyes, turned around from his locker. "Oh. Hi, Piggy."
The girl, Piggy, smiled weakly and giggled a little. "Yeah, I started a band, you know, the Scumbucket Punks, and we're, like, down a bass player, so I was wondering if you... you know..."
"Oh, yeah, I do know one. His name is—"
"No! No, I was wondering if you wanted to fill the spot."
"Oh..." Chad hesitated. "Well, um... I haven't ever played the bass guitar before, but..."
"You can learn, right? You'll join, won't you?" Piggy asked pleadingly.
"Um... I'll have to think about it."
"Ooh, thanks, Chad! The first meeting is the Saturday after next in my garage. It'll be around 2:00-ish. Okay?" Piggy asked, as if he had already accepted.
Chad nodded hesitantly.
---7:28 P.M., May 24th: Chad's house---
In a cozy little neighborhood, in a cozy little house, seated around a cozy little table, Chad and his family enjoyed a cozy little dinner.
"This dinner is so cozy, I could fall asleep in the meatloaf," Destructo Dad said.
"Why, thank you, honey," his wife responded.
"You should really drink more milk, son," his father said, filling a glass of milk up. Chad nodded, and decided that now was the time for him to ask his question.
"Mom, Dad? Can I play in a... uh... a garage band?"
Chad's parents were knocked off their chairs by some invisible force. "No!" they said at the same time from beneath the table, sounding winded. They righted their chairs and sat down again.
"Okay." Chad drank his glass of milk, finished up his dinner, and exited the dining room, feeling better. Well, that settles that.
---8:31 A.M., May 25th: Roosevelt Middle School---
"Aww! Whaddaya mean your parents won't let you?"
"Well—"
"That's so not fair! Couldn't you, like, sneak away on Saturdays or something?"
"No, because I'd have to walk about three miles to your house. And also, I don't have enough money to buy a bass guitar and my parents won't buy me one so..."
"Darn... Isn't there, like, some other way?"
"Well... There's that bass player I was recommending—"
"No! I want you—for my band."
"Why?" Chad looked at the clock out of habit to see how much time was left in the passing period.
"Because..." Piggy said in a small, tense voice. "Nothing." She turned around and walked away, quickly getting lost in a crowd of sixth graders.
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To be continued.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This is my first fanfic on ff.net, so I'd appreciate it very very very much if you review. ^_^ Oh yeah, by the way, the speaker in this story (the person at the beginning investigating is NOT me, or a fictional version of me). Well, bye for now!