Second Chapter! Yay! Hope you enjoy! Also, this is actually set in 2015 hence the songs in it. Review:

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Mikey's P.O.V

Shadow was being rather nice today. Was it because of moving or she just felt like being kind today? I don't know but it's rather unusual. Anyway, I need to get back to fixing that statue.

"That's my mum's most favourite piece!" I yelled at Chunk. If he was anymore clumsier, he could blow up planet earth from his destruction. At that moment, too, my mum walked in. I quickly put the statue behind me and motioned Data to sit down. Data ended up pushing Shadow, who ended up going into blind panic and gripping onto the front of my jacket and fell backwards onto my lap. She looked like a lost kitten.

Aww! She's so cute! Wait, Mikey. Snap out of it! In a few hours, you ain't gonna see her anymore! Or maybe I will. Stop arguing with me! I am you! *mentally slaps* Shut up, Me!

"Uh... Hi, Mum!" I said nervously.

"Hi, Mik- oh. Hi, boys. Hi, Fran. Oh, goodness. What happened to your hair? Why is it black or... purple?" My mum said. Fran looked so annoyed at the mention of her hair.

"That thing did it!" She said, indicating her twin brother, Mouth. "He tried to dye it a bright vibrant purple when I was asleep but it ended up black with dark purple streaks."

"Me?" Mouth said innocently. I rolled my eyes. You could tell he was lying. "Don't listen to her, Mrs Walsh. She's just." He said, mouthing the word crazy afterwards. She turned her attention back to Shadow. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice that she was sat on my lap.

"Fran, dear. Why are you sat on Mikey's lap?" She asked. Busted. Well, she does notice everything. "Wait. Are you two...?" Jesus, Mum. Can you just stop jumping to conclusions? I could feel the colour creeping upon my face. I think she noticed that, too. "Sorry, Mikey. I didn't know that you were. Now. Changing the subject, this is Rosalita."

"Hello, Hola." I said. The colour slid off my face. It was still on my mind, though.

Fran's P.O.V

Well, that was embarrassing. I just got caught. Sat on Mikey's lap. By his mum. Dear God, I wish Data hadn't pushed me. That's when she started talking again.

"Boys, and Fran, Rosalita doesn't speak a word of English. And I know some of you have taken Spanish in school..."

Crap! Both me and Mikey had done well on our Spanish tests and got put in the same French group. I should've flunked that test. Ah, never mind.

"But Mrs. Walsh," Mouth said. "Me and my insane twin can speak perfect Spanish. And if it's any help to you at all, I'll be glad to communicate with Rosalita."

Oh, yeah! I could speak Spanish anyways. I got up to go with Mouth when somebody who was eating crisps, had put their foot out so that I would fall and hit my head off the corner of the coffee table in the middle of the room. I couldn't 'roll forward gracefully' my way out of this one. I felt dizzy, like I was falling. The last thing I saw was Mikey rushing towards me with my 'other brother' Data and Mouth shouting , "Chunk, you idiot!" before I passed out.

When I woke up, it wasn't too great to see Mouth in front of me, smiling like he always had.

"I want to wake up to a more pleasant sight next time, Mouth," I said, slapping his face away. He looked at me upset by my sudden violent yet strangely dazed and extremely and utterly exhausted actions. Once I was fully awake, I realised that my head was resting on something like jeans. That's when I realised and my eyes widened drastically. I shot up, sat bolt upright, and turned to look at exactly what I was lying on. Mikey's lap! Data started laughing at my dazed state. That was until I shot him a death glare and he instantly shut up about it.

"Where's Mrs. Walsh?" I asked, slightly less dazed than before but still dazed from the recent incident. Data instantly went staring from terrified and quiet to extremely and unnaturally happy and loud.

"She's gone to the Grocery store for an hour!" He cried. i rolled my eyes at him. Woohoo(!) Yay. She's getting groceries. Let's get excited over food. However, if it was Chunk, I would understand. I began to hum the chorus of Still Into You by Paramore

And after all this time,

I'm still into you...

I should be over all the butterflies,

But I'm into you, I'm into you,

Let them wonder how we got this far,

Coz I don't really need to wonder at all,

And after all this time,

I'm still into you...

That's exactly what I felt about Mikey. I couldn't help it. He was everything I wanted. He was kind, caring, not too judgmental, could tell you if you're being crazy and, not that it really matters that much, he's cute. Not the best friend kind of cute, but the nice and sweet crush kind of cute.

"Shadow? You ok?" Mikey asked, worryingly. I looked at him curiously. What had I done?

"Huh?" I mumbled. He looked as though a weight had been lifted off him.

"You zoned out for I while, there. I thought you were gonna fall forward again," he sighed.

"Yeah, well I'll be happy if it happens again," that was Mouth. "Also, Mikey. Shouldn't we be fixing the statue?"

Mikey's eyes widened. "Crap, the statue!" He yelped. I tried to stand, ending up on my face again. Data helped me back up and went to fix the statue. He suddenly said something no one was interested in, especially Mikey, but listened for the sake of listening.

"You guys heard of Detroit?" He asked. Everyone just looked at him. I did, too but was weirded out by the fact that I could see two of him due to the dizziness.

"No," Mikey said, sounding pretty ticked off at the time.

"Certainly!" Mouth said in a bugs bunny sounding accent. "That's where Mowtown started. Also got the highest murder rate in the country."

Well, that's where we're moving when we lose our house tomorrow," Data said, half-heartedly.

Mikey looked at Data. "You shut up about that stuff. It'll never happen. My dad'll fix it!"

"Yeah," Brand said, hanging from the ceiling on an exercising thing and straightened himself. "If he gets his next 400 pay cheques by tomorrow."

"That's wrong, Brand! That won't happen!" Mikey said, sounding even more annoyed. He was adorable when he got all moody

They all set out to fix the statue. Whoever chose Chunk to glue the statue back to get her must've been in my state or seriously stupid. Chunk being Chunk, he glued the piece on upside down. I couldn't look. It was too weird, even for me! Suddenly, out of the blue, Brand took Mikey and started saying random things.

"You want a breathing problem? You got one!" He said.

"What'll happen to the stuff in the attic?" Mouth asked, looking Mikey over as he sat up on Brand's lap. He had a sad look in his eyes.

"Dad's giving it back to the museum. Or the new assistant curly... Curney..."

"Curator," Brand corrected him.

"Wait, you guys..." Mouth said. "Maybe there's some stuff up there that we can keep from the oldsiders! Maybe there's some rich stuff!"

"No! Guys, that's my dad's responsibility!" Mikey yelled, being pushed to the floor by Brand in the process. No one listened. I stood up and walked over to him. The chance of me falling from my dizziness was slim so yeah. We both ran upstairs to get the others.

Chapter two is long. Review and favourite. I've gotta go now. Bye!

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