Title: Kisses and Killings; Permanent Placement Program

Summary: Welcome to a world where the best hide in the streets of Roseville. Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Welcome to the world of Andi, DeeDee, Carlos and Will--Welcome to the Permanent placement Program. Welcome to hell.

Rating: T

Warning: Contains references to violence, self-harm, mental disorders and possibly sex.

Disclaimer: I haven't ever owned the Gallagher Girls.

Claimer: I own Andrea Jones, Carlos Ruiz, William Marr and the Permanent Placement Program. I also own the minor OCs.

A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. Again, very lighthearted--nothing major happens here. Everything starts to go deeper beginning the next chapter. ALSO: A Beta would be nice to have. Any recommendations?

"I cannot believe you dragged me into this." I grouched, sitting next to DeeDee and Carlos while everyone else (including my brothers, Josh Abrams, Will, and about eight other kids who were in their junior year) chatted and laughed. "I cannot be seen with my brothers. This is beyond embarrassing. This will ruin my social life."

"What social life?" Carlos pointed out. "Last I knew, you spent all your time practicing your left side kicks, which, you're still not getting high enough, by the way. I'd think that being on the gymnastics team, you could at least get a decent snap kick going." I glared at him.

"Let me have my teenage angst-fest, Ruiz. I don't get to have these often, unlike you." DeeDee rolled her eyes. "I saw that."

DeeDee snorted. "I never get bored sitting with you two…It's like a tennis match, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth...It's a good thing you're best friends, or I have a feeling you would've murdered each other back in second grade. You're either going to end up killing each other or marrying each other. I'm leaning towards the marrying each other option. It sounds like flirting to me!"

Together, Carlos and I smacked her (she was in between us) and (in unison) said "Whatever."

"But seriously, this is ruining any chance I have, however slim that might be, of a social life."

"Wouldn't that be the opposite way around? You'll get a popularity boost, being seen with the high-prof juniors, while you're still a lowly freshman?"

"They're not cool. I'm cool. They wish they were as cool as me." I fluffed my hair and smiled smugly. Carlos laughed and DeeDee giggled.

"Oh, you know you love me." I shook my head in disappointment at my friend's disbelief.

"You sure? I think we were considering replacing you." DeeDee informed me with a straight face, and playing along, I wailed, "Noooo!"

We dissolved into laughter as passerby gave us weird looks. Will came over and we talked for awhile about nothing at all, meaningless chatter about the Advanced Academics Program or the gymnastics team or the baseball team.

Since we do need extracurriculars to not appear strange, we picked clubs that would help us get stronger and faster, as well as make friends and have something other to do than just 3P. I was on the gymnastics team, but DeeDee was a cheerleader, Will a baseball player and Carlos a member of the Karate team. That way, people didn't get as suspicious when we had to pull out of activities for "Advanced Academics" or "Got sick" all at the same time, since we weren't in the same clubs or on the same teams. DeeDee wasn't a key member of the squad, and I wasn't a star gymnast. Will deliberately played down his baseball skills and Carlos kept it low key. That way, we wouldn't really be missed when we pulled out for a mission.

After a few minutes of just watching other people, I asked, "What are we doing here, anyways?"

"Um, DeeDee didn't want to be alone so she dragged you here and Will didn't want to be alone so he dragged me here?"

"How're they alone? There's like a dozen different people here that they could talk to. They don't need us, and it's kinda stupid that they dragged us here."

"Yeah." We fell into silence for a few seconds.

"Can we at least go on a ride or something? This is just wasting daylight."

"What daylight? It's nine-thirty at night!" Carlos said, drawing in the dirt with a stick he'd apparently picked up.

"I don't care! It's an expression!"

"Well, you should've said wasn't moonlight! It would've been politically correct!"

"How is that politically correct? Wouldn't it've been technically correct, not politically?"

"I don't know, politically just sounded cooler!" Carlos said, exasperated, throwing his hands up into the air along with the stick, managing to hit Josh in the head. "Sorry, man!" He called, and turned back to me. "But seriously, why didn't you just say you were wasting moonlight?"

"Because wasting daylight sounded cooler! And the sun hasn't even set yet!"

"Yes it has!"

"No, it hasn't! Hey!" I yelped as Carlos tickled my sides. DeeDee burst out giggling while I laughed full out.

"Tennis match!" DeeDee sang out, laughing even harder.

"That's it. I'm out. There's no way I'm staying here. I'm gonna go track down Caity. I think she's with Seph and the younger sibs. Later."

I stood and stretched, then grabbed my bag, then left the small area, digging through my bag to find my phone.

"Hey, Jones, I'm coming too!" a voice called from behind me.

I halted and turned at Carlos's familiar voice.

"Besides, DeeDee stole your phone. I thought I should give it back."

"Give." I held out my hand and he dropped my Samsung Intensity onto my palm. "And I know that's not the reason. Spill."

He grinned, and my heart flipped, just a bit. "I gotta go find Dominic, since I'm pretty sure he's drowning in cotton candy by now."

"Since I'm the youngest, I'm going to go drown in cotton candy myself...don't tell DeeDee…or Will."

He raised an eyebrow.

"We had funnel cakes earlier, and she threatened everyone with five laps to Gallagher and back." Carlos winced.

"Seriously? That's like, what, two miles each way? Twenty miles?" he asked as we turned a corner. I saw Casey, DeeDee's younger sister, waving at us and waved back.

"Yeah. Being her, she'd probably make us do marathon."

"But doesn't she need Will's approval?"

"Yeah, and she'd get it. Will's head-over-heels for her." My phone buzzed and I checked my texts as our conversation continued.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Oh, hey, I gotta go find my mom. Something about brownies and pies…I think she's debating with Mrs. Abrams."

Carlos laughed. "Yeah, you might want to break that one up. Later, Jones."

"Later, Ruiz." I waved and headed off for the bake sale tents.

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At ten, I headed back off to catch a ride with Caity. She was waiting by her Accord, and we got home before everyone else.

I sat on the kitchen counter and was drinking a glass of milk when the rest of the family walked in.

"Hey, honey. You have fun?" Mom asked cheerfully.

"Mostly." I finished my milk and dropped off the counter. I rinsed out the glass and put it in the dishwasher. Then I headed for the stairs—it was bedtime.

"'Night, Mom!" I called.

"Night, Andi!" I heard her laugh, and then the fridge door opened and shut.

I turned into the room I shared with Caity when she came to visit and grabbed my jammies to go change in the bathroom.

I had to wait for Dillon to finish first, though, but then I got the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, then went to bed.

Caity was already asleep on the second bed in my room, so I left the light off and just crawled into bed with my flashlight and my code text book.

I read until maybe midnight, taking notes so I'd be ready for my test tomorrow , then turned my flashlight off and went to sleep.

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At eight AM, my alarm went off. Thankfully, it was a Saturday, and I got a full hour more sleep than I normally did.

Caity, of course, was already up and moving by seven—she always was, rain or shine, day off or workday.

Since I didn't have to meet DeeDee until nine, I grabbed my Calc textbook and my math notebook and headed downstairs.

I staked claim to the counter, spreading my notes, papers and textbooks all over it. I finished my Calc homework in about half an hour—I now had fifteen minutes to dress, do my hair, eat and then ten to get to DeeDee's.

I gathered up my books, and went upstairs, dumping them on my bed. I went and changed into jean cutoffs, a dark green tank top and a mint green button down that I didn't button. I wore it like a jacket instead.

I dragged a brush through my hair and, as a second thought, grabbed a ponytail holder and stuck it in my pocket.

Ten minutes later, I'd finished eating and had grabbed my gym clothes, mission gear and anything I thought I might need, and tossed it into my bag. I swung my shoulder bag on and hoisted my gym bag.

"Caity! Can I get a ride to DeeDee's?" I asked, using the kicked puppy look she'd taught me, and she laughed.

"Sure. I gotta get over to Seph's anyway, and he's like a block down from her house. Just lemme get my stuff."

Five minutes later, Caity was back down the stairs and we were off.

I got to DeeDee's at nine on the dot.

As I walked up to ring her doorbell, she opened the door and yanked me in.

"Are—" I started to ask but she cut me off.

"Carlos and Will aren't here. They're at Will's. You're with me on this one. We're going to meet at the 101 at noon to discuss today's mission." She informed me, dragging me up the stairs to her (pink) bedroom. The 101 was the short name for the Highway 101 diner. It had this retro fifties theme, and it also had the most awesome coin operated jukebox. Yes, I'm a sucker for the jukebox. Tell anyone, and I will find a way to defenestrate you (by the way, defenestrate is a fancy word meaning "to throw you out the window", so now you've got the jist of what I'm saying).

We always meet at the 101 to talk about missions. I don't technically or officially know why, since it's a way public place, but my unofficial reasoning for why we meet there is because no one actually takes what you say in a public place seriously. Not to mention the jukebox is always blasting, so you can barely hear the people at your table, much less the people at the table next to you.

DeeDee's younger sister, Casey, waved at me pityingly from the kitchen. She was eight, but she didn't look a thing like DeeDee. She was adopted, for one thing. Well, kinda sorta. Her parents, DeeDee's mom's sister and her husband, died in a car crash. Casey, being the only child, was sent to her aunt and uncle's home. She was only two at the time and didn't remember a thing.

DeeDee was forever doing makeovers on her, with her reddish brown hair and big blue eyes. Well, when we had time, anyway.

DeeDee dragged me into her (pink) room and handed me a thin manila file.

"We've got a mission. You ready?"

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R&R