A/N: Okay, I bet you all think I'm dead, but I'm not! Really! I just
haven't had time to update anything but now that school is out, I have a
lot of time for fanfic writing. YAY! I'm sorry if I kept you eagerly
waiting (um, yeah right, Pika), but the wait is over!
And I just added this note today, but, um, I just saw OPERATION: E.N.D., and it well, kind of told all of us how decommissioning really works, but I'm going to say that that's not what really happens so my fanfic will make sense, 'kay?
Oh, and by the way, I don't know who it was who said it (too lazy and careless to check), but I didn't mean it like I had seen EVERY SINGLE episode of KND. I meant that I had seen every episode released on Cartoon Network! Geesh, some people really take things too seriously.
BTW, not that anyone really cares, but I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN OPERATION: BEACH! GRRRRR, and I hear it is loaded with 3/4 crap, too! And OPERATION: MOUNTAIN, too! These are, so far, the only two eppies I have missed because I happened to be gone at my cousin's that weekend, and I forgot to have my mom tape it! I felt like shooting myself when I came home. Really, I'm that obsessed with KND.
Anyways, enough of this crap you don't really care about...I give you CHAPTER TWO!! But first, as always, Numbuh Four with the disclaimer.
Numbuh Four: Yeah, yeah, the cruddy disclaima'. Pika doesn't own KND. Can ah go now?
Nope, you're stuck here, I swallowed the key.
Numbuh Four: ...darn.
Chapter Two
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Just waltzing up to her and ask her out? You know how horrible that would be? I can imagine the conversation:
"'ey, Numbuh Three!"
"Hi-hi, Numbuh Four!"
"Wanna go out with me?"
And then I'd probably scare her off. She'd think I was some kind of pervert or something. But it was now or never. I had to do it before someone else did. God knows how pretty and attractive she is and so do a lot of other people.
So with the noisiest inhale and exhale of breath, I slowly approached her door and knocked.
I waited there for awhile, some part of me telling me to run as fast as possible away from the door like I was just doing some sort of practical joke. The other part of me was encouraging me with the hope that I could do this. Even if she said no, I would know that I have the guts to go ask possibly the prettiest twelve-year-old girl on the planet out.
I heard footsteps coming over to the door, and all at once, my heart was beating, and I felt like I had just got back from an early morning jog. One by one the footsteps echoed in my head, and then...
The door opened, and I was so startled to see Numbuh Five standing there, that I practically fell backwards. I caught myself, though, and just stood there like a dork, mouth agape.
"Numbuh Four?" Numbuh Five was staring at me, probably just as shocked as I was to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, uh, uh..." This was definitely not part of my plan! Numbuh Five was supposed to be in her room, reading a magazine or whatever! Not in Numbuh Three's room! This couldn't be happening!
Numbuh Three was now standing next to Numbuh Five. "Hi, Numbuh Four!" She said in her singsong voice, and as usual, my cheeks flamed. "Whatcha need?"
I need HER, Dangit! I screamed inside, but as they both looked at me quizzically, my mind raced for an excuse. "Ah needed some, uh...soda? Yeah, that's it. Those 'amsters stole mah last one!" Thank God for those dang things.
"Oh, okiedokie! I'll go get ya some!" She skipped off in her blissful way.
That just left Numbuh Five and I. And even though her eyes were hidden by he red cap, I could tell they were filled with disbelief. How right my intuition was, too.
"Numbuh Four, what did you really come here for?"
"Ah already said! Ah need some soda!" I argued back. There was no way she was going to get me to admit the truth. No way on God's green earth!
"Numbuh Four..." she shook her head. "You know you could've gone and asked someone else. Is this anything like the time you came over here for your CD? Ya know, the one that you knew had been in her room for two months, but finally decided to come back and get it...?"
Wow. So great to know that Numbuh Three actually mentions me when I'm not in the same room with her. I wasn't exactly sure if this was a good thing or not. "No, Ah really need some!"
She was about to respond when Numbuh Three appears, holding a six- pack of soda. "Here ya go! I'd give you more, but I'm kind of low myself...Hey! You want to join Numbuh Five and me? We're playing the new Rainbow Monkey video game!"
"Uh," and that was all I managed to say before I was dragged into the room by the arm, while Numbuh Five laughed maniacally behind me.
"Okay, it's a racing game! Press the A button to go, B for breaks, and I think you can figure the rest out!" Numbuh Three said, clapping her hands together. "You can race Numbuh Five first, because she's easier to beat!"
"Hey!" Numbuh Five said defensively, smirking. "I'm not that bad!"
It turned out that the game was pretty boring. It seemed no different from Mario Kart 64. I was actually very good at it, and I managed to come in first place. Numbuh Five wanted a quick rematch, and so we did one while Numbuh Three cheered for Five in the background. Though I, of course, won.
"Well, Numbuh Five's gotta get going," Numbuh Five said with a yawn. "She's got to go watch her favorite TV show in about five minutes."
"Oh, okay, Numbuh Five! See you later!" Numbuh Three said, waving. "I'll just have to beat Numbuh Four myself! And I'm gonna be the PINK Rainbow Monkey this time!"
Numbuh Five chuckled, and then she did something horrible.
She winked at me. WINKED! As if there was no favorite TV show! As if this was all some plan to make me do the thing that I had planned to do in the first place! "Er, bye, Numbuh Five," I said stupidly as I watched her leave the room. I don't know what I felt right then. Either disappointment, anger, or happiness...one of them for sure.
I sighed and returned back to the video game just in time to see the race was beginning. I kept looking over at Numbuh Three, though, so I wasn't doing very well. But how could you NOT look at her? She was beautiful...her eyes locked cutely on the TV screen. God, she was FLAWLESS.
"Numbuh Four, you're racing the wrong way."
This at first startled me. I guess I was in such a deep trance that I hadn't expected her to just blab out, "Numbuh Four, you're racing the wrong way." I hate myself sometimes.
"Sorry," I apologized and got back on track just so I could finish third. Numbuh Three, of course, placed first. And, you guessed it; she was about to rub it in my face.
"I BEAT NUMBUH FOUR!" She cried excitedly, pointing at me and giggling. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
I really, really wished I had the guts to just ask her out then. She was just too cute.
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "Ya got lucky..."
"Lucky? You mean, SKILL!" She giggled again, making my heart beat as fast as those stupid Rainbow Monkeys had been racing.
This was it. I had to do it. Now or never. I may regret it, but I had to do it.
No, I couldn't do it. She'd reject me and tell everyone that I liked her. She hated me. She doesn't like me like that. She'd think I was some pervert. Too bad I'm not that slushball, Numbuh 30c. Numbuh Three appeared to like him a lot, due to a picture of him on her wall. WHERE'S MY PICTURE??! I DON'T SEE MY PICTURE—
Oh, there it is.
Um. Just a question.....who the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks took that picture?! I didn't remember anyone taking that!! Why on earth would I have wanted Numbuh Three to hug me?! I was only....okay, so I was only eleven, which was only a year ago, but still!!
And my face. Ugh. My face...it's.....HEINZ KETCHUP RED! Why couldn't I have just been growling at her in the picture or something? Wait a minute, Wally, WHAT DO YOU THINK? YOU LIKE HER DARNIT!
I need a psychiatrist. This is way too much stress on my brain.
Well, for one thing I'm not gonna ask her out. There is no way on God's green earth I will do that. Nothing can make me, NOTHING!!
"'ey, Numbuh Three, can ah ask ya something?"
Crud.
"Sure, Numbuh Four, I'll give you a rematch!" Numbuh Three said in her bubbly, oblivious way. Her head turned to look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers...God; I'm going to drown in them if I don't look away soon...............
DOUBLE CRUD!!!! FIGHT IT, WALLY!! PRETEND SHE'S ONE OF THE DELIGHTFUL DORKS FROM DOWN THE WHATEVER! Er, wait a minute, eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww...
"Er, um, no, that's not what ah wanted ter ask."
Her face took on a curious expression. "Then what is it, Numbuh Four?"
Why was I about to do this? Wait. Don't answer that.
"Um...Ah was kind of wondering...um...yeah...Can ah have a soda?"
Soda. That was my brilliant excuse, ladies and gentlemen. I asked for soda when I could have asked her out. What is my problem? It is a real simple question with a simple yes or no response! UGH, that's it! I'm really going to ask her now before I drive myself insane! Then again, I already had been driving myself insane...but oh well.
"No, never mind...it's not 'bout soda...it's kinda 'bout somethin' else..." Her puzzled expression had still not changed. "Um, ah know yer probably not expectin' this ter come out of mah mouth...but...Would ya...w-would...Oh, crud, this is takin' too long...Um, Numbuh Three...ah kinda...ah mean, a lot...er...ah...l- l...li...like ya."
Why can't I be like the guys on romantic movies and be all romantic in my confession? Not like I watch romance films or anything...but still! Who knows what she must think of me now!
"You like me?" She said, obviously still baffled by the whole thing. "Well, I'd hope you would since we do live in the same tree-house, knucklehead!"
This was just like her. Not understanding what I truly meant. Just makes her cuter than she already is.
"No, Numbuh Three," I decided to look her directly in the eyes. "Ah LIKE- LIKE ya...ya know...more than a friend..."
Her confused face transformed into something that resembled a tomato. No crime there. I bet mine was just the same from the way my cheeks are burning.
"Oh..."
"Oh". That was her response to the thing I had been dying to tell her for nearly four years now—"oh"! And that's all she can say! AAAAAHHHHHH, she hated me! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!
Now this was awkward. What to do, what to do.
"Numbuh Four..." she said softly, her eyes suddenly taking interest in her video game controller. "Do you really mean that...?"
"A'course, Kuki."
Ha, that should get her. I used her real name!
"Well, Numbuh Four, I only have one thing to say to that."
Oh boy. Here it comes—REJECTION.
"YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I LIKE YOU, TOO!!!!!!!!" It all happened so fast, I wasn't sure what exactly went on within the second I blinked. All I knew was that Numbuh Three had her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight, my face flew on fire, and I was being dragged to my feet.
She gripped my hand and started skipping to the door. "Wait till I tell Numbuh One, Numbuh Two, Numbuh Five, Mushi, Mommy, Daddy, my granny, my grandpa..." Her words faded after the first few names. The last thing I saw before we were out in the hallway was the video game screen flashing "PINK RAINBOW MONKEY #1".
It took awhile for the team to adjust to our relationship. The look on their faces the first day they found out was priceless. Then again, they have the rights to do that. To see Numbuh Three and I walking in HOLDING HANDS would be quite shocking for me, too.
But me and her...it was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
But then came the downfall. Meeting him. That jerk, Evan Newman.
I remember that day almost as clear as the day I asked Kuki out. Kuki and I were sitting on my front porch, licking our ice cream cones happily. It was then I noticed the moving van pulling up to the house across the street. We were both really confused until we saw a brown- haired boy about our age jumping out of a red convertible.
"'Ey!" I called out to him with a wave just to be friendly. This was my first mistake. If I hadn't have done that, he may still be the strange kid that moved in across the street. But, nope. This is how it all had to happen.
"Hi," he said, running across the street to us. "I'm Evan Newman. I just moved here from Ohio."
Okay, he seemed nice at first, until I realized that he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was staring at MY GIRLFRIEND. The one that took me a whole four years to get! He had no right gazing at her the way he was! SHE'S MY PROPERTY! Okay, not property, but she is taken by me
"Hiya! I'm Kuki Sanban! And this is my boyfriend, Wally Beetles!"
For a second there, I thought I saw a flash of hate in his eyes when he glanced over at me. Woah, there, buddy. I saw her first. I have rights.
"Um, nice to meet you, Kuki."
Yeah, there was no "nice to meet you, Wally". I hated him. SO VERY MUCH. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
So within the next few months, Kuki and I ended up seeing the jerk often. He'd always flirt with her, and I don't know if it was just my imagination or what, but I could've SWORN she was flirting back!!
So, what did I do? What did dumb, stupid, idiotic Wally Beetles do? I dumped her. She cried and cried, but I told myself not to care. I told her that she could just go flirt with Evan Newjerk some more because I didn't care about her anymore.
That's what I thought anyway until he asked her out and she said sure and I just about lost it and went on rampage and—
God, BREATHE, Wally. BREATHE.
Well, to put it in short terms, that was how I lost my true love. Till this day I regret it, and I'm pretty sure I always will.
And there ya go, Chapter Two! FINALLY UNLEASHED INTO THE OPEN WORLD! MUAHAHAHA- is slapped across the face Er, sorry, got kind of excited for a moment. Well, like I said, it's finally here, and it's finally time for you guys to review my wonderful (not) fanfic! PUHLEEEEEEEEEZ!!
Preview of next chapter:
It was nearly lunch time, and I still couldn't exactly figure out why I found myself staring more and more at Kuki. I wasn't supposed to still like her. I thought I had given her up years ago...but, apparently not. Damn hormones.
So I was sitting there in the hallway, minding my own business when I see the asshole, I mean Evan, come walking up to me. At first I thought maybe I was just seeing things, but he looked like he was REALLY upset about something.
The roses. How big of a dumbshit am I? Why'd I have to give her roses?! Why not just a Happy New Years card? WHY IS MY LIFE SO DAMN FRUSTRATING?!
"Hey, Beetles, we have to talk. NOW."
"Sure, but if it's 'bout the roses—" Those were the last words I managed to get out of my mouth before I was knocked out cold in the face.
And I just added this note today, but, um, I just saw OPERATION: E.N.D., and it well, kind of told all of us how decommissioning really works, but I'm going to say that that's not what really happens so my fanfic will make sense, 'kay?
Oh, and by the way, I don't know who it was who said it (too lazy and careless to check), but I didn't mean it like I had seen EVERY SINGLE episode of KND. I meant that I had seen every episode released on Cartoon Network! Geesh, some people really take things too seriously.
BTW, not that anyone really cares, but I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN OPERATION: BEACH! GRRRRR, and I hear it is loaded with 3/4 crap, too! And OPERATION: MOUNTAIN, too! These are, so far, the only two eppies I have missed because I happened to be gone at my cousin's that weekend, and I forgot to have my mom tape it! I felt like shooting myself when I came home. Really, I'm that obsessed with KND.
Anyways, enough of this crap you don't really care about...I give you CHAPTER TWO!! But first, as always, Numbuh Four with the disclaimer.
Numbuh Four: Yeah, yeah, the cruddy disclaima'. Pika doesn't own KND. Can ah go now?
Nope, you're stuck here, I swallowed the key.
Numbuh Four: ...darn.
Chapter Two
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Just waltzing up to her and ask her out? You know how horrible that would be? I can imagine the conversation:
"'ey, Numbuh Three!"
"Hi-hi, Numbuh Four!"
"Wanna go out with me?"
And then I'd probably scare her off. She'd think I was some kind of pervert or something. But it was now or never. I had to do it before someone else did. God knows how pretty and attractive she is and so do a lot of other people.
So with the noisiest inhale and exhale of breath, I slowly approached her door and knocked.
I waited there for awhile, some part of me telling me to run as fast as possible away from the door like I was just doing some sort of practical joke. The other part of me was encouraging me with the hope that I could do this. Even if she said no, I would know that I have the guts to go ask possibly the prettiest twelve-year-old girl on the planet out.
I heard footsteps coming over to the door, and all at once, my heart was beating, and I felt like I had just got back from an early morning jog. One by one the footsteps echoed in my head, and then...
The door opened, and I was so startled to see Numbuh Five standing there, that I practically fell backwards. I caught myself, though, and just stood there like a dork, mouth agape.
"Numbuh Four?" Numbuh Five was staring at me, probably just as shocked as I was to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, uh, uh..." This was definitely not part of my plan! Numbuh Five was supposed to be in her room, reading a magazine or whatever! Not in Numbuh Three's room! This couldn't be happening!
Numbuh Three was now standing next to Numbuh Five. "Hi, Numbuh Four!" She said in her singsong voice, and as usual, my cheeks flamed. "Whatcha need?"
I need HER, Dangit! I screamed inside, but as they both looked at me quizzically, my mind raced for an excuse. "Ah needed some, uh...soda? Yeah, that's it. Those 'amsters stole mah last one!" Thank God for those dang things.
"Oh, okiedokie! I'll go get ya some!" She skipped off in her blissful way.
That just left Numbuh Five and I. And even though her eyes were hidden by he red cap, I could tell they were filled with disbelief. How right my intuition was, too.
"Numbuh Four, what did you really come here for?"
"Ah already said! Ah need some soda!" I argued back. There was no way she was going to get me to admit the truth. No way on God's green earth!
"Numbuh Four..." she shook her head. "You know you could've gone and asked someone else. Is this anything like the time you came over here for your CD? Ya know, the one that you knew had been in her room for two months, but finally decided to come back and get it...?"
Wow. So great to know that Numbuh Three actually mentions me when I'm not in the same room with her. I wasn't exactly sure if this was a good thing or not. "No, Ah really need some!"
She was about to respond when Numbuh Three appears, holding a six- pack of soda. "Here ya go! I'd give you more, but I'm kind of low myself...Hey! You want to join Numbuh Five and me? We're playing the new Rainbow Monkey video game!"
"Uh," and that was all I managed to say before I was dragged into the room by the arm, while Numbuh Five laughed maniacally behind me.
"Okay, it's a racing game! Press the A button to go, B for breaks, and I think you can figure the rest out!" Numbuh Three said, clapping her hands together. "You can race Numbuh Five first, because she's easier to beat!"
"Hey!" Numbuh Five said defensively, smirking. "I'm not that bad!"
It turned out that the game was pretty boring. It seemed no different from Mario Kart 64. I was actually very good at it, and I managed to come in first place. Numbuh Five wanted a quick rematch, and so we did one while Numbuh Three cheered for Five in the background. Though I, of course, won.
"Well, Numbuh Five's gotta get going," Numbuh Five said with a yawn. "She's got to go watch her favorite TV show in about five minutes."
"Oh, okay, Numbuh Five! See you later!" Numbuh Three said, waving. "I'll just have to beat Numbuh Four myself! And I'm gonna be the PINK Rainbow Monkey this time!"
Numbuh Five chuckled, and then she did something horrible.
She winked at me. WINKED! As if there was no favorite TV show! As if this was all some plan to make me do the thing that I had planned to do in the first place! "Er, bye, Numbuh Five," I said stupidly as I watched her leave the room. I don't know what I felt right then. Either disappointment, anger, or happiness...one of them for sure.
I sighed and returned back to the video game just in time to see the race was beginning. I kept looking over at Numbuh Three, though, so I wasn't doing very well. But how could you NOT look at her? She was beautiful...her eyes locked cutely on the TV screen. God, she was FLAWLESS.
"Numbuh Four, you're racing the wrong way."
This at first startled me. I guess I was in such a deep trance that I hadn't expected her to just blab out, "Numbuh Four, you're racing the wrong way." I hate myself sometimes.
"Sorry," I apologized and got back on track just so I could finish third. Numbuh Three, of course, placed first. And, you guessed it; she was about to rub it in my face.
"I BEAT NUMBUH FOUR!" She cried excitedly, pointing at me and giggling. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
I really, really wished I had the guts to just ask her out then. She was just too cute.
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "Ya got lucky..."
"Lucky? You mean, SKILL!" She giggled again, making my heart beat as fast as those stupid Rainbow Monkeys had been racing.
This was it. I had to do it. Now or never. I may regret it, but I had to do it.
No, I couldn't do it. She'd reject me and tell everyone that I liked her. She hated me. She doesn't like me like that. She'd think I was some pervert. Too bad I'm not that slushball, Numbuh 30c. Numbuh Three appeared to like him a lot, due to a picture of him on her wall. WHERE'S MY PICTURE??! I DON'T SEE MY PICTURE—
Oh, there it is.
Um. Just a question.....who the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks took that picture?! I didn't remember anyone taking that!! Why on earth would I have wanted Numbuh Three to hug me?! I was only....okay, so I was only eleven, which was only a year ago, but still!!
And my face. Ugh. My face...it's.....HEINZ KETCHUP RED! Why couldn't I have just been growling at her in the picture or something? Wait a minute, Wally, WHAT DO YOU THINK? YOU LIKE HER DARNIT!
I need a psychiatrist. This is way too much stress on my brain.
Well, for one thing I'm not gonna ask her out. There is no way on God's green earth I will do that. Nothing can make me, NOTHING!!
"'ey, Numbuh Three, can ah ask ya something?"
Crud.
"Sure, Numbuh Four, I'll give you a rematch!" Numbuh Three said in her bubbly, oblivious way. Her head turned to look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers...God; I'm going to drown in them if I don't look away soon...............
DOUBLE CRUD!!!! FIGHT IT, WALLY!! PRETEND SHE'S ONE OF THE DELIGHTFUL DORKS FROM DOWN THE WHATEVER! Er, wait a minute, eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww...
"Er, um, no, that's not what ah wanted ter ask."
Her face took on a curious expression. "Then what is it, Numbuh Four?"
Why was I about to do this? Wait. Don't answer that.
"Um...Ah was kind of wondering...um...yeah...Can ah have a soda?"
Soda. That was my brilliant excuse, ladies and gentlemen. I asked for soda when I could have asked her out. What is my problem? It is a real simple question with a simple yes or no response! UGH, that's it! I'm really going to ask her now before I drive myself insane! Then again, I already had been driving myself insane...but oh well.
"No, never mind...it's not 'bout soda...it's kinda 'bout somethin' else..." Her puzzled expression had still not changed. "Um, ah know yer probably not expectin' this ter come out of mah mouth...but...Would ya...w-would...Oh, crud, this is takin' too long...Um, Numbuh Three...ah kinda...ah mean, a lot...er...ah...l- l...li...like ya."
Why can't I be like the guys on romantic movies and be all romantic in my confession? Not like I watch romance films or anything...but still! Who knows what she must think of me now!
"You like me?" She said, obviously still baffled by the whole thing. "Well, I'd hope you would since we do live in the same tree-house, knucklehead!"
This was just like her. Not understanding what I truly meant. Just makes her cuter than she already is.
"No, Numbuh Three," I decided to look her directly in the eyes. "Ah LIKE- LIKE ya...ya know...more than a friend..."
Her confused face transformed into something that resembled a tomato. No crime there. I bet mine was just the same from the way my cheeks are burning.
"Oh..."
"Oh". That was her response to the thing I had been dying to tell her for nearly four years now—"oh"! And that's all she can say! AAAAAHHHHHH, she hated me! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!
Now this was awkward. What to do, what to do.
"Numbuh Four..." she said softly, her eyes suddenly taking interest in her video game controller. "Do you really mean that...?"
"A'course, Kuki."
Ha, that should get her. I used her real name!
"Well, Numbuh Four, I only have one thing to say to that."
Oh boy. Here it comes—REJECTION.
"YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I LIKE YOU, TOO!!!!!!!!" It all happened so fast, I wasn't sure what exactly went on within the second I blinked. All I knew was that Numbuh Three had her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight, my face flew on fire, and I was being dragged to my feet.
She gripped my hand and started skipping to the door. "Wait till I tell Numbuh One, Numbuh Two, Numbuh Five, Mushi, Mommy, Daddy, my granny, my grandpa..." Her words faded after the first few names. The last thing I saw before we were out in the hallway was the video game screen flashing "PINK RAINBOW MONKEY #1".
It took awhile for the team to adjust to our relationship. The look on their faces the first day they found out was priceless. Then again, they have the rights to do that. To see Numbuh Three and I walking in HOLDING HANDS would be quite shocking for me, too.
But me and her...it was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
But then came the downfall. Meeting him. That jerk, Evan Newman.
I remember that day almost as clear as the day I asked Kuki out. Kuki and I were sitting on my front porch, licking our ice cream cones happily. It was then I noticed the moving van pulling up to the house across the street. We were both really confused until we saw a brown- haired boy about our age jumping out of a red convertible.
"'Ey!" I called out to him with a wave just to be friendly. This was my first mistake. If I hadn't have done that, he may still be the strange kid that moved in across the street. But, nope. This is how it all had to happen.
"Hi," he said, running across the street to us. "I'm Evan Newman. I just moved here from Ohio."
Okay, he seemed nice at first, until I realized that he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was staring at MY GIRLFRIEND. The one that took me a whole four years to get! He had no right gazing at her the way he was! SHE'S MY PROPERTY! Okay, not property, but she is taken by me
"Hiya! I'm Kuki Sanban! And this is my boyfriend, Wally Beetles!"
For a second there, I thought I saw a flash of hate in his eyes when he glanced over at me. Woah, there, buddy. I saw her first. I have rights.
"Um, nice to meet you, Kuki."
Yeah, there was no "nice to meet you, Wally". I hated him. SO VERY MUCH. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
So within the next few months, Kuki and I ended up seeing the jerk often. He'd always flirt with her, and I don't know if it was just my imagination or what, but I could've SWORN she was flirting back!!
So, what did I do? What did dumb, stupid, idiotic Wally Beetles do? I dumped her. She cried and cried, but I told myself not to care. I told her that she could just go flirt with Evan Newjerk some more because I didn't care about her anymore.
That's what I thought anyway until he asked her out and she said sure and I just about lost it and went on rampage and—
God, BREATHE, Wally. BREATHE.
Well, to put it in short terms, that was how I lost my true love. Till this day I regret it, and I'm pretty sure I always will.
And there ya go, Chapter Two! FINALLY UNLEASHED INTO THE OPEN WORLD! MUAHAHAHA- is slapped across the face Er, sorry, got kind of excited for a moment. Well, like I said, it's finally here, and it's finally time for you guys to review my wonderful (not) fanfic! PUHLEEEEEEEEEZ!!
Preview of next chapter:
It was nearly lunch time, and I still couldn't exactly figure out why I found myself staring more and more at Kuki. I wasn't supposed to still like her. I thought I had given her up years ago...but, apparently not. Damn hormones.
So I was sitting there in the hallway, minding my own business when I see the asshole, I mean Evan, come walking up to me. At first I thought maybe I was just seeing things, but he looked like he was REALLY upset about something.
The roses. How big of a dumbshit am I? Why'd I have to give her roses?! Why not just a Happy New Years card? WHY IS MY LIFE SO DAMN FRUSTRATING?!
"Hey, Beetles, we have to talk. NOW."
"Sure, but if it's 'bout the roses—" Those were the last words I managed to get out of my mouth before I was knocked out cold in the face.