"Reach for Heaven"
By Yaanu
Chapter 2: First Date
Lilo's view
Well, Angel's back and living with us. The hard part was keeping it secret from Nanizilla. Jumba was happy, and nearly told Nani, but Stitch hogtied him and stuck him under his bed.
Stitch spent almost all of his time with Angel, now. The only time he didn't was when they went to sleep. Angel slept in the laundry room, like last time. It was all mushy-mushy this and mushy-mushy that everywhere with them. Pleakley tried all his best to get footage with them, but it was hopeless.
A few days later, I finally freaked out when I overheard Stitch's plans for the night: Him and Angel on a date! After they had left that night, I stormed into Jumba's lab.
"Vhat is little girl doing in my lab?" I didn't care. I went onto the bed, picked up a pillow, and screamed into it so loud you still had to cover your ears. "Vhat is vrong?"
After screaming for about 5 straight seconds, I answered.
"Stitch and Angel are going on a date!"
"They are? Oh, that's good!"
I tried to calm down. "What do you mean 'good'?"
"Oh, it's as I planned years ago! 6-2-6 and 6-2-4 were both designed to like each other."
"Why?"
"Lab assistant complained that most of my experiments were likingk each other when they were made next to each other."
"What?"
"Like 5-0-1 and 5-0-2."
"Oh."
"Vell, my lab assistant said, and I quote, 'Try somethingk different for once, you blubber bowl of lint!' And that's exactly vhat I did."
"Ok..."
"Want any more information about experiments?"
"No, that's ok. I'm going to my room."
"That's good. I'm trying to make cure for common cold, but all it does is curing heavy heat."
I chuckled at his little pun, and left the room. I wasn't so worked up about Stitch and Angel. I decided to go to my room and look at my experiment catalog. I updated it straight from Gigi all the way to Slugger when I heard the door open downstairs. It sounded like Stitch, but where was Angel? I decided to go down to investigate. I was head to the kitchen, where I saw Stitch crying his head off. I never saw him like this, which meant there must be something wrong.
"What's wrong, Stitch?" He just kept on crying. I could hear some stuff in between sobs.
"Taken... boojibu... sandwich..." Those three words were easy enough to make a case: Angel was taken away by 625, a.k.a. Sandwich Boy. I had mixed emotions: Happy, because Angel was gone, and sad, because Stitch was down. I decided: Angel's ohana, so I should help Stitch.