Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and I'm certainly not making any money off of this story. Rugrats, AGU, all their characters, etc. belong to Klasky Csupo.

Tommy looked away from his game.

"Dude. What are you doing?"

"Just keep a coaster under the drinks, ok?"

"Who cares?"

"You'll leave rings on the table." Chuck insisted. Lil giggled, but didn't take her eyes off the tv screen. Tommy grinned at her and then glanced back at his roommate-slash-best friend.

"So what? That table's a piece of crap. It only cost you like ten dollars."

"That's not the point."

Tommy opened his mouth to say something but turned his attention back to the Wii as he realized Lil was taking advantage of his distraction to pummel him in Mario Party. "Hey! You little cheater!" He dropped his control and grabbed her around the waist. She shrieked.

"Tommy! Ahhh! Let go of meeeeeee."

"Oh! The betrayal!" Tommy moaned in mock despair, tickling her.

"Don't you dare—"

"—The treachery!—"

"—Tickle me!—"

SLAM.

Tommy and Lil froze in their play and glanced toward Chuck's closed bedroom door.

"Damn," said Lil. "What's his problem?"

Tommy scowled. "Dunno. He's been acting really pissy lately." He stretched out and picked up his control again.

"Yeah…I have noticed, actually…" Lil said a bit less harshly, biting her lip. She looked at her boyfriend, who was sitting there casually, playing the Wii like nothing was wrong. She frowned. "Tommy."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you should try to be nicer to him."

He looked away from his game to meet her eyes. "Why? He's the one being a jerk."

"You're a jerk sometimes, too, ya know." she retorted, pushing him hard, albeit playfully. "I mean…everyone is sometimes. And I think that Chuck…has been through a lot. And you should, you know, be his best friend like you're supposed to."

He sighed loudly and paused the game. "Ok, I give up. What are you trying to say to me, Lil? You know I don't speak girl."

"I'm just saying…I think that Chuck has been very lonely lately."

"Nah. He's got me! And you're here all the time."

Lil resisted the urge to smack him. "Yeah and I think that only makes it worse…you and me…being all cute in front of him all the time. I think he just misses having a girlfriend and all."

"Well, let's find him a girlfriend." Tommy said matter-of-factly.

"But…Angelica."

"Oh come on, it's been like a year."

"Six months."

"Ok, first of all, how do you know that? You said that pretty fast. Secondly, six months, a year, same thing."

Lil snuggled up to his chest. She was still a little upset at his ignorance, but it was hard to stay mad at him.

Tommy kissed her dark brown head. "You still think he's not over her, huh?" Lil shrugged. Tommy sighed. "Girls need to learn to stay out of other people's business."

She pulled away and punched his arm. "Jerk."

"Hey!—"

They both looked up at the sound of another resounding slam of the door. Chuck looked at them briefly before retreating into the kitchen. "See you guys later." he mumbled before the front door clicked shut behind him.

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"So, where have you been?" Phil asked before she even shut the door. Lil rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Mom. Have you been worried sick?"

He grinned and bent down over a tattered cardboard box. "Don't tell me. At Tommy's?"

"Maybe." She dropped her bag on the kitchen table. "Still unpacking?"

"Yep." He pulled a cracked Reptar gumball machine from the box. Lil raised her eyebrows and thumped the cheap green plastic with her fingernail.

"You're not keeping this, are you?"

"Hells yeah!" he said, grinning widely. "It's a classic!"

She pointed at the crack. "It's broken."

"It's vintage."

Lil shrugged. "All right. Just keep it in your room, with the rest of your junk."

"Are you kidding me?" He made his way into the adjoined living room.

Lil followed. "Um, what are you doing?"

"This is going in the living room. On display. Where it should be." He placed it on the mantel above the fireplace.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine. Then I'm bringing out all my Dummi Bears stuff."

"No way. Dummi Bears are totally lame."

"You're lame."

"Lillian—"

"Phillip—"

ding dong.

Lil bounded toward the door energetically. "Alright! Our very first guest in our very first apartment!" She peered through the peephole. "Awww. It's for you." she said, opening the door. "Hey, Susie." she said, a bit dejectedly.

Susie's grin faded a bit. "Well, good to see you, too, Lil." Phil pushed his sister out of the way and grabbed his girlfriend, pulling her into an enthusiastic kiss.

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"I know—No, I don't think you're a bad person at all! You're just stating the truth." Angelica dipped the little brush back into the nail polish. Her cell phone perched between her head and shoulder, she started to apply a second coat.

"No—she's so annoying. She—ugh, I know!"

Angelica stretched out her long legs and compared her toenails to her freshly painted fingernails—perfect. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in her gilded vanity mirror and smiled. Yes. Absolutely perfect. She blew on her wet nails and, although she was no longer listening, gave her friend a "yeah" or "uh huh" whenever it seemed appropriate.

"Angelica?" Someone was tapping on her bedroom door.

"Hey, Michelle. I gotta go. That's my roommate. Ok…uh huh, buh bye." She flipped the phone shut. "Come in!"

Susie opened the door and Angelica grinned, displaying her shiny red nails. "Whaddaya think?"

Susie gave her a snort. "A real masterpiece, Ang. Michelangelo himself couldn't have done better."

"Why, thank you, Susie. It's about time someone around here recognized my genius."

Susie rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed, sinking deep into a huge pink comforter that gave her the alarming sensation that she was being swallowed by a vicious monster made of cotton candy. "So, did you ever get around to washing the dishes?"

"No," replied Angelica disinterestedly, flipping through an issue of Vogue.

"Yeah…I noticed that."

"Then, why did you just waste both of our time by asking?"

Susie groaned and let her head fall back on an obscene number of pillows. Although she was annoyed, she couldn't help bur grin. Their friendship was what you might call a love-hate relationship. "Anyway…I guess we better get going soon."

"My nails aren't dry yet."

"We're gonna be late."

Angelica groaned. "It's not enough that we live together, we have to work together, too."

Susie struggled to pull herself up from the cotton candy monster. "Girl. First of all, you better be grateful! I'm the one who got you that job. And second, it's not like we always work the same shift. But since we do tonight, we should ride together and save some gas money."

Angelica looked into the vanity mirror. She reached for a brush and slid it through her long, golden hair slowly. "It's not like I need this stupid job, anyway."

"Then why don't you quit? Let Mommy and Daddy pay for everything again?"

Angelica narrowed her blue eyes at Susie's reflection in the mirror. "Are you mocking me, Carmichael?"

"Actually…for once, no. I genuinely want to know. You don't seem to like working there at all."

Angelica put down her brush and opened up her make-up bag. "I dunno…."

"Mmm hmm." Susie knew it had to be something more, but didn't push the subject. If Angelica didn't want to talk about something (and she rarely did), then she couldn't be made to. "Ok…well, we gotta be out in five. I'm gonna go change."

"I'm driving." Angelica called out after Susie. She started applying her make-up, not bothering to hurry. "And I saw you smile a minute ago! You can't stay mad at me, can you? Face it, you love me!"

Author's Notes:

I just want to say thank you so much! All of you! Thanks for reading and reviewing and, most of all, for your patience! I can't believe it's really been over eight months since I posted the last part. I honestly didn't mean for that to happen. I really have been writing on and off all year, when I didn't have class or work (which was rarely). I wrote the first seven chapters in July. The rest, I've only written fairly recently.

Please keep reading this series! I promise it will continue, hopefully in a timelier manner from now on. I have at least four more parts planned! Also, I'm officially a college graduate now, which means that I'm much too mature for Rugrats fan fic…haha, kidding! I'm still completely immature, don't worry. But it does mean that I should have more time to read and write and such, without all the reading and studying for school. So, next part should be up fairly soon, guys.

As for this one, the bulk of it is already written, so the chapters will be up pretty quickly. I just need to tweak a few last things.

I hope you all enjoy! R & R!

((love))

***also, a question! I was wondering, what is Chuckie's full name? I've heard so many different things. I heard he was a junior, a third, etc. but I don't think so. I'm gonna go with 'Charles Crandall Finster'. Is there a consensus on that? Because I also read 'Randall' somewhere….heh. I'd love some input on this! Thanks mucho!