Chapter Four- Interesting Circumstances

When the rest of the KND got back from the mission, Numbuh 1 "congratulated" Numbuh 7 for keeping the tree house safe. Yeah. Like anyone bought that story. Clyde tried to give off no sign that he had read Numbuh 1's diary. He did a good job of doing that too. 3 years of hiding all of your personal secrets can get you good at that. Numbuh 7 watched as the other operatives pretended to thank him as well. Numbuh 7 liked them. They were good people. But they did obviously not want to upset their leader.

3 days later…..

Clyde had been very busy over the past 3 days planning on how he would prove himself to be worthy. He really, really, didn't like Numbuh 1 right now. Having someone call you 'worthless' behind your back sometimes gets you steamed in that way.

"Uh…Numbuh 4?" Clyde said, approaching the Aussie in his room/

"Gah, what is it Numbuh 7? Can't you tell I'm busy here?"

You're in your room. You're punching a sack full of cotton. This is busy? Numbuh 7 thought. But what he said was, "Sorry. I was just wondering if-"

"La-la-la-la-la…where are you Numbuh four?" Numbuh 3's voice cut him off.

"Quick, hide!" he told Numbuh 7. Huh? What does he want me to hide for? Clyde thought, but he hid none the less. Numbuh 4 looked at Kuki. (Ima call them by their real names once in a while, just cause I get tired of typing out Numbuh whatever)

"Where did you go, silly? I thought that we were playing hide and go seek!"

"Look, Numbuh 3, I don't want to play your cruddy games!"

"But Wally…." whimpers and put on puppy dog eyes

"Nope. Not playin' any games."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaasepleasepleasepleeease?"

"Oh, all right. I'll play your cruddy game"

"Hurray!" Jumps and hugs Numbuh 4, then runs off

Numbuh 4 blushed a weird purplish red color then followed.

"Well. That was….interesting." Clyde said, coming out from his hiding place. So, Numbuh 4 has a crush on Numbuh 3, eh? He thought. He quickly exited Numbuh 4's room, (didn't want to look suspicious, like he might have seen anything), and went back to his own room. He had defiantly started to add his own things. He didn't have many belongings to himself yet, they were all back at the Sector G tree house, and if the kids there still hated him as much as they did before, it was probably either in the garbage or burned sky high. All he had were some books and a few posters. A poster of Abbott and Costello, Albert Einstein, and Numbuh 274 before he had turned 13. These three people represented the three things that he strived for in his life:

Abbott and Costello representing that he wanted to make people laugh throughout his life.

Einstein represented that he wanted to be known as somebody with a decent amount of brains in him.

Numbuh 274 before he became a teenager represented that he wanted to be remembered by future KND operatives as an operative that did great things for the kids next door. He wasn't going to get that the way he was being treated right now. Perhaps, he thought, to get what I want I have to put my feelings on the line. But this is my worst fear. I put my emotions forward in Sector G. And what did it get me? It got my feelings beaten in to a metaphorical bloody pulp. Except for on that last day…

His reverie was cut short by the sound of crying. "WAAAAAAAAH!" Clyde heard. Stranger still, the sound was getting closer and closer. His door opened, and Numbuh 3, apparently oblivious to his presence, knelt on the floor and started to cry. "WAAAAH!" he sobbed again.

Clyde was going to say something, but held his tongue. He didn't want to be interrupted.

He was discovered soon anyways, however. Numbuh 3 looked to her side, and saw Clyde, sitting on his bed, trying to be as subtle as he could in leaving the room. Her eyes grew fearful. "D-did y-you.." here her stammering was interrupted by another sob- "s-see me? I always used to come in here to be alone. Before you came here, I mean. This place has a DOOR, not the stupid curtain in my room…" she had calmed down a considerable bit.

"Yeah, sorry. You just kind of came in here, so it was kind of hard not to. What's wrong?" he asked out of simple curiosity.

"It's Wally! I mean numbuh 4! He doesn't like me anymore!" she said.

Clyde chuckled slightly at how wrong the Japanese girl was. Big mistake.

"STOP LAUGHING!" She shouted.

"Sorry, I was just laughing because you are completely wrong."

"How do you know!" The girl said. "You've only been here for a week!"

"He told me." Clyde lied. Another thing he had become very good at while in sector G. "In fact, his exact words were," he cleared his voice, preparing his impression. When he started talking again, he sounded just like everyone's favorite aussie. "Ah think Numbuh 3 is a really good friend. Ah hope that she doesn't get mad at me for not playing this game with her. But if you tell anyone, Yer toast." He added this last part, not only to make it sound like something Numbuh 4 would actually say, but to make sure that she didn't tell numbuh 4 what he had "told" Clyde.

"He said that?" Said Kuki, her eyes growing wider.

"He sure did." Said Clyde with his normal Minnesota-an accent. "But don't tell him I told you. It'll be our secret." He said.

"YAY! He likes me, he likes me, he really really likes me." She said in a sing songy voice, twirling around in circles around the room.

"Yeah. But not a word about this to anyone. Understand. A secret." He said.

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Bye, Numbuh 7!" she said, skipping out the door.

Well, at least somebody's day is brighter. Maybe I do have some talent, after all. Clyde thought to himself. He went back to his room, and, for only the second time in his Kids Next Door career, he was truly happy.