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Chapter 5
Number 1 felt something press against the bed sheets of the medical box she was lying in. She felt the oxygen mask rubbing against her cheeks with something dripping down from the inside of it. She gently rocked her head back and forth as she coughed pitifully. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and looked into the eyes of her counterpart. Numbuh 1 smiled gently and looked off to the side. Number 1 looked at her body. Her hair was plastered against her neck and forehead with spat-up blood. The oxygen mask on her face had a thin film of the blood inside it. She squint her eyes and looked away, wishing all this would stop. Lucky for her, Number 2 came over and changed the mask again. Number 1 breathed in some relief and blinked a few times before focusing. Numbuh 3 came over and put her glasses on her face.
"Good morning, Sleepy Head!" she cheered. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than before," Number 1 mumbled underneath the mask. "How long was I asleep?"
"Oh, it's only been a few hours. Don't worry about it. Now then, Number 2," She directed her attention towards her teenage friend. "when did Number 1 stop coughing up blood?"
"It was about an hour ago," Number 2 replied, washing the mask out. "It was a good thing, too! You never vomited up all that blood you were supposed to. Oops!" Number 2 gasped. "Right, I'm getting too graphic here. Uh, okay, let's try this again. Um, it was an hour ago. You are fine. Just take it easy for a few days. You've got to wait until all that fluid goes somewhere...other than your...whatever. Okay! Moving on!"
"Yes," Numbuh 4 agreed, holding his stomach, "moving on."
Number 1 gave out a few short giggles and looked back to her counterpart. He was sitting at the end of her bed with his hands in his lap and an upset look on his face. Number 1 looked back up to the rest of the team.
"Guys," she began, "do you think that you could leave us alone for a minute?" She pointed to Numbuh 1. "I think we need to talk about some important leader stuff."
Number 2 and Number 3 shrugged and let Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 out of the room. Number 1 turned back to her kid friend and gave him a curious stare.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You can tell me."
"No, I can't," Numbuh 1 replied sternly. "I just can't talk to anybody about this."
"Okay, when you say that, it either means the problem is about one, Lizzie, two, the Kids Next Door Moon Base, three, me, or four, Lizzie."
"You said Lizzie twice."
"That's because it's more of a chance of Lizzie than anyone else."
"Anyone ever tell you that you could be a detective?"
"Please don't bring that up. It's seventh grade all over again."
"Sorry. But you're right. It is about Lizzie. Maybe I should explain."
"I'd like that." Number 1 got comfortable underneath her bed sheets and snuggled with her pillow. Numbuh 1 sat up straight and adjusted his sunglasses. He cleared his throat and frowned.
"Okay, it goes a little something like this," he explained. "See, I really like Lizzie. You know that, I know that, the world knows that. I know that she is deeply in love with me. That's all very flattering, but it's scary at the same time. She thinks we're going to go off and get married one day. Oh, that's a weird thought." Numbuh 1 shuttered as his eyes twitched for a minute. Number 1 cocked an eyebrow. Numbuh 1 realized this and propped himself back up as he started explaining again. "I keep thinking that I might not like her that way. Maybe we'd be better off as friends. That's the thing. I don't know. I want to tell her, but I want to be as nice as possible."
"You know, there's really no way you can't hurt a girl's feelings when you dump her," Number 1 commented. "I had to learn that the hard way. Oh, my ex-boyfriend was the worst. I thought I could handle the break-up, I just HAD to go and be the sensitive little girl!!"
"Um, could we get back to my story please?"
"What? Oh yeah. Go on."
"Yeah, uh, so...I want to break it up with Lizzie, but I don't know how or why."
Number 1 sat up straight when she heard that last remark. She cocked her entire head and scratched her neck. "You don't know why? I thought you just said she was getting too touchy-feely on you."
"That's what I thought."
"Numbuh 5?"
"Yup."
The two operatives were caught together in one of the strangest awkward moments of silence ever. Numbuh 1 placed his cheek in the palm of his hand and sighed. He looked up towards the sky and silently asked what he did to deserve all of this. Why do I always have to be the one with the most problems? In fact, why did I ever agree to be Numbuh 1 anyway? I could have lived a simple life of a normal kid.
"Don't you dare be thinking anything like that!!" Number 1 exploded randomly, catching him off-guard. Numbuh 1 jumped up and shook his head before casting a petrified glance to her.
"What was that?"
"You were thinking of quitting the KND!"
"How did you know?"
"I don't...know..."
Without any warning, Number 3 swung the door open and showed off the team that had returned from the Teens Next Door Moon Base. Number 1 beamed when she saw Number 5 back safe and sound. The entire group walked into the medical room and gathered around Number 1's bed. She smiled big as her eyes grew wide with joy.
"You're looking better," Number 6 commented. "Do you feel any better?"
"Oh yes, very much," Number 1 replied. "How did the mission as Moon base go? I'm assuming it went well since Number 5 is back. Yay! He's back!"
"It went perfectly," Number 4 said back. "We also got Numbuh 5's Secret Stash of Candy! She's got some good aiming skills, too, because she was the one that shot that gumdrop through the slingshot and got Number 5's adolescence back."
"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good to me!" The team laughed together and felt some happiness circulating around the room for once.
"Oh yeah!" Number 5 interrupted. "Number 2, how is Number 1?" He stopped short and turned to his leader. "Oh dear God, Number 1! I know that Stickybeard stabbed you in the stomach with that candy cane sword, and I am so sorry! You have no idea! Oh, my God, I can't believe I let myself get dragged in by the Point! Of all places, I just HAD to choose that one!"
"You couldn't have done anything about it," Number 1 defended. "The Point is powerful to many teenagers out there. The aura that the back room gives off contains some sort of special teenager-attracting chemical. Please don't ask me why I know that. I just do for some odd reason."
"That is odd. Oh well! Back to my first question to Number 2: How is Number 1 doing?"
"She was supposed to vomit up a lot of blo-" Number 2 stopped short. "Right. She was supposed to throw up a lot of the red sticky stuff, but she didn't. That was good. She just needs to take it easy for the next few days, and she'll be back to her old Number 1 self in no time!"
"That's good to hear. What time is it anyway?"
"6:54."
"I've got to go," Numbuh 1 announced randomly. The entire team looked at him with confused faces. He simply ignored them and walked right out the door without another word.
Later that night, at the Kids Next Door Tree House Base, Numbuh 1 sat on the couch of the hang out room with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He wore an angry frown on his face. This was the night. After tonight, there was no turning back. He was going to get this entire thing over with and forget about everything. He was going to start on a clean slate and write his story out the way he wanted it. No one, especially a girl, was going to control his life anymore.
"Just do it," he muttered to himself. "Just do it and get it done. The sooner you do, the sooner it'll all be over."
Numbuh 1 looked to the clock, which now read 7:43 at night. She was expected to come at 7:45 sharp. With his luck, she'd be early, and she was.
The doorbell rang a few times. Numbuh 1 perked up and walked over. He opened the front door and greeted her.
"Good evening, Lizzie," he said. "I'm glad you came over. We need to discuss something right away. Would you step inside please?"
"What did you want to talk about, Nigie?" Lizzie asked back, walking over to the couch. Numbuh 1 followed her and sat next to her leaning against a pillow sitting on one of the cushions.
"Well," Numbuh 1 sighed, "I was wondering how you felt about something."
"About what?"
"About our relationship."
"I think it's all going rather well!" Lizzie exclaimed. "Would you like to go out to the ice cream parlor now? I hear it just got a brand new flavor in last week! Maybe we can get some before the rest of your team comes home. Where are they anyway?"
"That's not important right now," Numbuh 1 snapped, "and I don't want to go to the ice cream parlor with you!"
"Why not?"
"It's very complicated."
Lizzie crossed her arms and huffed, "If you can't tell me about it then it's probably about one, me, two, the Kids Next Door Moon Base, three, Megan Un, or four, me."
"You said yourself twice."
"That's because there's a fifty percent chance that it is about me in any situation! Now, will you tell me please?"
"You really want to know?
"Yes!"
"I'm breaking up with you."
Lizzie sat there on the couch, speechless. Her mouth was literally frozen in time as her jaw dropped. Her eyes grew wide, and her glasses were beginning to have tearstains on the lenses. Her hands shook and Numbuh 1 swore that he saw her left eye slightly twitching.
"Why, Nigie?" she managed to gasp. "I thought it was all so perfect."
"It's not perfect," Numbuh 1 countered. "You just don't know what it's like. I think we should see other people. You know, maybe someone in your league would be better for you just like someone in mine."
"I don't understand."
"I'm going to start dating another Kids Next Door operative."
"So there's another girl??"
"Yup."
Lizzie stood up straight and cleared her throat. Numbuh 1 watched her bravely hold back tears of pain and rejection. "Okay, Nigel," she agreed. "I guess I'll be going then. I hope you're happy with whoever you choose to be with from now on. Um, maybe I'll see you around sometime. Yeah. So, uh, good-bye."
Lizzie ran away from her ex-boyfriend and opened up the front door. She ran down the stairs of the Uno house and sobbed her way back home. She met up with the rest of the KND agents along the way. She didn't stop to say anything; she just ran as fast as possible. The KND shrugged and made their way into their base.
"Hey, Numbuh 1!" Numbuh 4 called. "We just saw Lizzie run down the street crying."
"Don't you think you should go comfort her?" Numbuh 2 added.
"No," Numbuh 1 replied, "because I broke up with her."
The KND stood dead silent. They exchanged those "oh-my-God" glances at one another and slowly walked up to their rooms. They knew better than to say anything else to their leader at this point in the game.
Numbuh 1 watched his team mates walk into each of their rooms. Numbuh 5 was the last one to step out the door. Seeing this, Numbuh 1 grabbed her arm. She turned and looked into his sunglasses.
"Numbuh 5, could I talk to you?"
End of Chapter Five
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Chapter 5
Number 1 felt something press against the bed sheets of the medical box she was lying in. She felt the oxygen mask rubbing against her cheeks with something dripping down from the inside of it. She gently rocked her head back and forth as she coughed pitifully. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and looked into the eyes of her counterpart. Numbuh 1 smiled gently and looked off to the side. Number 1 looked at her body. Her hair was plastered against her neck and forehead with spat-up blood. The oxygen mask on her face had a thin film of the blood inside it. She squint her eyes and looked away, wishing all this would stop. Lucky for her, Number 2 came over and changed the mask again. Number 1 breathed in some relief and blinked a few times before focusing. Numbuh 3 came over and put her glasses on her face.
"Good morning, Sleepy Head!" she cheered. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than before," Number 1 mumbled underneath the mask. "How long was I asleep?"
"Oh, it's only been a few hours. Don't worry about it. Now then, Number 2," She directed her attention towards her teenage friend. "when did Number 1 stop coughing up blood?"
"It was about an hour ago," Number 2 replied, washing the mask out. "It was a good thing, too! You never vomited up all that blood you were supposed to. Oops!" Number 2 gasped. "Right, I'm getting too graphic here. Uh, okay, let's try this again. Um, it was an hour ago. You are fine. Just take it easy for a few days. You've got to wait until all that fluid goes somewhere...other than your...whatever. Okay! Moving on!"
"Yes," Numbuh 4 agreed, holding his stomach, "moving on."
Number 1 gave out a few short giggles and looked back to her counterpart. He was sitting at the end of her bed with his hands in his lap and an upset look on his face. Number 1 looked back up to the rest of the team.
"Guys," she began, "do you think that you could leave us alone for a minute?" She pointed to Numbuh 1. "I think we need to talk about some important leader stuff."
Number 2 and Number 3 shrugged and let Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 out of the room. Number 1 turned back to her kid friend and gave him a curious stare.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You can tell me."
"No, I can't," Numbuh 1 replied sternly. "I just can't talk to anybody about this."
"Okay, when you say that, it either means the problem is about one, Lizzie, two, the Kids Next Door Moon Base, three, me, or four, Lizzie."
"You said Lizzie twice."
"That's because it's more of a chance of Lizzie than anyone else."
"Anyone ever tell you that you could be a detective?"
"Please don't bring that up. It's seventh grade all over again."
"Sorry. But you're right. It is about Lizzie. Maybe I should explain."
"I'd like that." Number 1 got comfortable underneath her bed sheets and snuggled with her pillow. Numbuh 1 sat up straight and adjusted his sunglasses. He cleared his throat and frowned.
"Okay, it goes a little something like this," he explained. "See, I really like Lizzie. You know that, I know that, the world knows that. I know that she is deeply in love with me. That's all very flattering, but it's scary at the same time. She thinks we're going to go off and get married one day. Oh, that's a weird thought." Numbuh 1 shuttered as his eyes twitched for a minute. Number 1 cocked an eyebrow. Numbuh 1 realized this and propped himself back up as he started explaining again. "I keep thinking that I might not like her that way. Maybe we'd be better off as friends. That's the thing. I don't know. I want to tell her, but I want to be as nice as possible."
"You know, there's really no way you can't hurt a girl's feelings when you dump her," Number 1 commented. "I had to learn that the hard way. Oh, my ex-boyfriend was the worst. I thought I could handle the break-up, I just HAD to go and be the sensitive little girl!!"
"Um, could we get back to my story please?"
"What? Oh yeah. Go on."
"Yeah, uh, so...I want to break it up with Lizzie, but I don't know how or why."
Number 1 sat up straight when she heard that last remark. She cocked her entire head and scratched her neck. "You don't know why? I thought you just said she was getting too touchy-feely on you."
"That's what I thought."
"Numbuh 5?"
"Yup."
The two operatives were caught together in one of the strangest awkward moments of silence ever. Numbuh 1 placed his cheek in the palm of his hand and sighed. He looked up towards the sky and silently asked what he did to deserve all of this. Why do I always have to be the one with the most problems? In fact, why did I ever agree to be Numbuh 1 anyway? I could have lived a simple life of a normal kid.
"Don't you dare be thinking anything like that!!" Number 1 exploded randomly, catching him off-guard. Numbuh 1 jumped up and shook his head before casting a petrified glance to her.
"What was that?"
"You were thinking of quitting the KND!"
"How did you know?"
"I don't...know..."
Without any warning, Number 3 swung the door open and showed off the team that had returned from the Teens Next Door Moon Base. Number 1 beamed when she saw Number 5 back safe and sound. The entire group walked into the medical room and gathered around Number 1's bed. She smiled big as her eyes grew wide with joy.
"You're looking better," Number 6 commented. "Do you feel any better?"
"Oh yes, very much," Number 1 replied. "How did the mission as Moon base go? I'm assuming it went well since Number 5 is back. Yay! He's back!"
"It went perfectly," Number 4 said back. "We also got Numbuh 5's Secret Stash of Candy! She's got some good aiming skills, too, because she was the one that shot that gumdrop through the slingshot and got Number 5's adolescence back."
"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good to me!" The team laughed together and felt some happiness circulating around the room for once.
"Oh yeah!" Number 5 interrupted. "Number 2, how is Number 1?" He stopped short and turned to his leader. "Oh dear God, Number 1! I know that Stickybeard stabbed you in the stomach with that candy cane sword, and I am so sorry! You have no idea! Oh, my God, I can't believe I let myself get dragged in by the Point! Of all places, I just HAD to choose that one!"
"You couldn't have done anything about it," Number 1 defended. "The Point is powerful to many teenagers out there. The aura that the back room gives off contains some sort of special teenager-attracting chemical. Please don't ask me why I know that. I just do for some odd reason."
"That is odd. Oh well! Back to my first question to Number 2: How is Number 1 doing?"
"She was supposed to vomit up a lot of blo-" Number 2 stopped short. "Right. She was supposed to throw up a lot of the red sticky stuff, but she didn't. That was good. She just needs to take it easy for the next few days, and she'll be back to her old Number 1 self in no time!"
"That's good to hear. What time is it anyway?"
"6:54."
"I've got to go," Numbuh 1 announced randomly. The entire team looked at him with confused faces. He simply ignored them and walked right out the door without another word.
Later that night, at the Kids Next Door Tree House Base, Numbuh 1 sat on the couch of the hang out room with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He wore an angry frown on his face. This was the night. After tonight, there was no turning back. He was going to get this entire thing over with and forget about everything. He was going to start on a clean slate and write his story out the way he wanted it. No one, especially a girl, was going to control his life anymore.
"Just do it," he muttered to himself. "Just do it and get it done. The sooner you do, the sooner it'll all be over."
Numbuh 1 looked to the clock, which now read 7:43 at night. She was expected to come at 7:45 sharp. With his luck, she'd be early, and she was.
The doorbell rang a few times. Numbuh 1 perked up and walked over. He opened the front door and greeted her.
"Good evening, Lizzie," he said. "I'm glad you came over. We need to discuss something right away. Would you step inside please?"
"What did you want to talk about, Nigie?" Lizzie asked back, walking over to the couch. Numbuh 1 followed her and sat next to her leaning against a pillow sitting on one of the cushions.
"Well," Numbuh 1 sighed, "I was wondering how you felt about something."
"About what?"
"About our relationship."
"I think it's all going rather well!" Lizzie exclaimed. "Would you like to go out to the ice cream parlor now? I hear it just got a brand new flavor in last week! Maybe we can get some before the rest of your team comes home. Where are they anyway?"
"That's not important right now," Numbuh 1 snapped, "and I don't want to go to the ice cream parlor with you!"
"Why not?"
"It's very complicated."
Lizzie crossed her arms and huffed, "If you can't tell me about it then it's probably about one, me, two, the Kids Next Door Moon Base, three, Megan Un, or four, me."
"You said yourself twice."
"That's because there's a fifty percent chance that it is about me in any situation! Now, will you tell me please?"
"You really want to know?
"Yes!"
"I'm breaking up with you."
Lizzie sat there on the couch, speechless. Her mouth was literally frozen in time as her jaw dropped. Her eyes grew wide, and her glasses were beginning to have tearstains on the lenses. Her hands shook and Numbuh 1 swore that he saw her left eye slightly twitching.
"Why, Nigie?" she managed to gasp. "I thought it was all so perfect."
"It's not perfect," Numbuh 1 countered. "You just don't know what it's like. I think we should see other people. You know, maybe someone in your league would be better for you just like someone in mine."
"I don't understand."
"I'm going to start dating another Kids Next Door operative."
"So there's another girl??"
"Yup."
Lizzie stood up straight and cleared her throat. Numbuh 1 watched her bravely hold back tears of pain and rejection. "Okay, Nigel," she agreed. "I guess I'll be going then. I hope you're happy with whoever you choose to be with from now on. Um, maybe I'll see you around sometime. Yeah. So, uh, good-bye."
Lizzie ran away from her ex-boyfriend and opened up the front door. She ran down the stairs of the Uno house and sobbed her way back home. She met up with the rest of the KND agents along the way. She didn't stop to say anything; she just ran as fast as possible. The KND shrugged and made their way into their base.
"Hey, Numbuh 1!" Numbuh 4 called. "We just saw Lizzie run down the street crying."
"Don't you think you should go comfort her?" Numbuh 2 added.
"No," Numbuh 1 replied, "because I broke up with her."
The KND stood dead silent. They exchanged those "oh-my-God" glances at one another and slowly walked up to their rooms. They knew better than to say anything else to their leader at this point in the game.
Numbuh 1 watched his team mates walk into each of their rooms. Numbuh 5 was the last one to step out the door. Seeing this, Numbuh 1 grabbed her arm. She turned and looked into his sunglasses.
"Numbuh 5, could I talk to you?"
End of Chapter Five