A/N:

This is chapter six.

Since none of my buddies are on my RP forum, I decided to just type the start of this the same day I finished chapter 5.

Yes.

Fun fact; I can't spell restaurant. I always need to fix it on spell check.

Angie: *bursts in* LPL DOES NOT OWN KND! SHE ONLY OWNS THE IDEA, WRITING, AND MEEEEEEE!

Me: I've been forgetting those. -T^T- For this chapter, I had Angie do the honors.

It was sunny, and just an overall perfect day for a date in Café Tina, a small little romantic restaurant that had just opened today. Lizzie had made her reservations earlier in the day, and now she had until three o'clock to devote herself to making herself look pretty for Nigel.

She started with going through her vast closet to find the best shirt. She settled on a blue shirt, with white floral patters along the hem. It didn't have a wrinkles, and she made sure it looked perfect. As for her pants, she took a blue skirt down, and wore it. She thought that the two choices she had were good together. She combed her hair, and kept it in her usual braids.

"I think I look good." She said. It was now ten o'clock- leaving a whole five hours before she had to go to café Tina.

So she decided to go and show off her bragging rights.

She walked out of her house, and moved straight to where she knew Rachel's house was. The only reason she knew where it was, was because Harvey had to tell her where he lived. Lizzie stood at the doorway, swinging her purse side to side. She raised a clenched fist and knocked.

She barely got past the second knock when Rachel opened the door.

"Yes? May I help you?" Rachel asked. Lizzie blinked, then smirked.

"I have a date today, in that café, Café Tina, at three. With Nigel!" Lizzie declared. She folded her arms. "And as my rival, I thought you should know."

"Hm? Rival? Oh, well, I'm sorry, Lizzie. Really, I am…" Rachel sighed out. "But I can't let him go without a fight. Just like you."

Those words. Just like you. Something stirred in Lizzie's heart. Rachel had said she was just like Lizzie? Rachel, this pretty and strong friend of Nigels? Who was also competing for him?

"Well, I suppose it's only natural. Of course I'll be winning." Lizzie said. "This little rivalry is nothing more than a test. A test that Nigel and my relationship will surely pass!" Lizzie exclaimed with much gusto, shoving her fist in the air. Rachel laughed.

"Good luck." She said. She held out her hand. Lizzie stared at it, and slowly lowered her fist back down to her side.

"What?" Lizzie asked. Rachel gave her a smile.

"I said good luck. If we're competing, it's only fair to wish each other luck." Lizzie slowly moved her hand towards Rachel, and shook her hand with enthusiasm.

But try as she might, she just couldn't form the words good luck.

"Yea, you too." Was the closest Lizzie got. Lizzie took her purse and placed it over her shoulder, and left. Rachel looked down, and Angie, who was at her feet the entire time, burst into laughter.

"Angie, what did you do?" Rachel asked. Angie laughed. "Ah! She's definably going to regret having us as her enemy! BWAHA!" She burst. Rachel gave an exasperated sigh and moved to go farther in her house.

"Angie, that was unnecessary." Rachel said. "You put a stink bomb in her purse, didn't you."

Angie stopped laughing, and placed her forefinger on her cheek. She moved it side to side.

"Mayyyybbbbbeeeeee." She said. "Or maybe I put a cheesecake explosive in it."

"ANGIE! Those are still being tested!"

"Well, here's the test." Angie said, skipping off. "Rachel, if you wanna fight, you have to fight dirty." She said. Rachel blinked. "But…."

Angie was already upstairs. Rachel sighed.

"I need to get into that restaurant and make sure that no one gets hurt."

It was three o'clock. Lizzie was standing outside of the tiny little café Tina, awaiting her date. She stood next to the benches, her purse strap in her left hand. Her hands were in front of her, her purse gently hit her knee every time she moved.

"Lizzie! Did you wait long?" The call of Nigel broke through her thoughts.

"Oh! No, I just got here Nigie!" Lizzie said, wrapping her arm around Nigel's. Nigel gave her a smile, as he opened the door.

Inside the Café, there were at least 20 tables set up. They were small and cozy, and the entire restaurant had a home-away-from-home feel to it. Lizzie looked at the waitress, who lead them both to a table towards the back. Lizzie sat down, followed by Nigel.

"I'm Miranda, I'll be your server. May I get you anything?"

"I'd like a water." Nigel said, smiling at the waitress. She smiled back. Lizzie growled.

"Nothing for me, please." She said sourly. The waitress scowled for a minute, before her lips turned into a foul smile.

"Certainly, sir. I'll get your water right away." She walked away. Nigel stared at Lizzie. "Lizzie, that was a little rude."

Lizzie looked down. "I know." She said. She was on edge. She had Rachel to worry about- she didn't want any other rivals. She looked at the menu, her eyes growing warm behind her glasses.

No! She was not going to ruin her date because of this! Rachel isn't even here, she told herself. She looked up at Nigel, but noticed he was gaping at something to the left of them. She followed his gaze.

And fought a scream.

It was RACHEL. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a light blue tee shirt and jeans. Across from her was a boy with ink black hair who was obviously flirting with her. She seemed to be nervous, and kept putting his advances to the side.

Was this sabotage? Was she trying to make Nigel jealous?

Because to Lizzie's dismay….she found it was working.

"Who is she with?" Nigel muttered. "Number 60. Patton. I should've known. That guy's a player. He'll only break her heart." He scoffed, and went to drink his water, which Miranda had oh so kindly provided.

"What's it matter to you? She's not your girlfriend." Lizzie snapped. Nigel turned to Lizzie, before hanging his bald head in shame.

"Yes, I'm sorry Lizzie. She's just a close friend of mine, is all." he said. "And I want the best for her."

Lizzie didn't say it, but she and Rachel knew 'the best' was Nigel. She looked at the table. "I'm sorry I'm not her." She said. Nigel didn't hear. Or, if he did, he chose not to mention it. That would have been even worse.

She moved to get something out of her purse, but a flying fork swished by and grabbed her purse by the handles, and pinned it to the wall farthest away.

"SCORE ONE FOR ANGIE!" A girl called. She obviously threw the fork. Lizzie slammed her hands on the table and stood up.

"What the heck was that!" But the girl was gone. Lizzie looked around, but didn't see her. When she sat down, a loud farting sound echoed. Lizzie turned scarlet. Nigel blinked, and everyone else in the café (except Rachel, Lizzie noticed), laughed.

"Wha- that wasn't me!" Lizzie said. She looked at her chair and noticed a whoopee cushion. Rachel shot around and lent back, glaring at something under her table.

Something, or someone. The person who did this.

"I told you not to do something cruel!" Rachel said. Angie's head poked out.

"If you wanna play, play dirty."

"I'd have to agree with Angie, Rachel." Patton said, enjoying having the leverage to say Rachel's name as he pleased. "If you want to win this little competition, you'd need to play dirty. Although, if you'd rather not-" Patton reached his hand and gently brushed it by Rachels. Rachel recoiled.

"No, Patton. We're friends. Friends." She said sternly. Patton sighed.

"Playing hard to get?"

"No, just being practical." Rachel replied. Patton moaned. "Are you just using me to make Number One jealous?" He asked, revolving the straw of his water around in place. Rachel, who had been staring at Nigel, shot back towards her 'date'.

"No, I just need to make sure Angie's mistake doesn't kill anyone." Rachel replied with a smile. Angie looked guilty, in her makeshift seat under the table.

"Aww, I was just trying to help." Angie said.

"Well, enough helping Angie." Rachel said.

Angie took the straw that wasn't being used off the top of the table before she ripped off the wrapper and curled the wrapping into a ball, moistening it with water. She then stuck the ball on the opposite end of the straw that her mouth was in.

"Here goes my second phase." Angie said, leaning down and parting the tablecloth just enough to give her good range. She decided to aim for Lizzie's cheek. And she did so.

Lizzie screamed when the wet paper hit her cheek, and she stood up loudly. "I need my purse!" She said to cover herself from standing abruptly. She moved through the crowd and reached for the purse that was currently attached to and dangling from the fork.

And then the Cheesecake explosive went off.

The entire store was drowned in cream cheese. Graham cracker crumbs were scattered all over top, and random cherries now replaced everyone's food. Angie burst out laughing, Rachel was covered head to toe in the cheesecake. She gasped.

"Oh my gosh!"

Patton was laughing. Nigel slowly raised the cheesecake mix to his mouth and tasted it.

"Hm. Pretty good."

"ANGIE!" Rachel yelled. The girl slowly crept from under the table. Lizzie was dumbstruck, and the full blast of the explosion was evident on herself.

"W-W-what the heck was t-that?' She stuttered. "I-I look so st-stupid…m-my clothes…a-are dirty…"

"Lizzie, we're all covered in cheesecake mix, it's fine."

"I spent HOURS getting ready!" Lizzie cried. "Looking perfect for you!" Sob. Angie gagged.

"Cry me a river, sweet cheeks."

"Angie, don't be rude!" Rachel said. "This was all your fault anyway!"

Slowly, Lizzie's head turned. "All whos fault?" She asked. Angie stood her short self up, hands balled in fists.

"You look better covered in cheesecake." She said. Lizzie ran towards her. Nigel stood up.

"ELIZABETH! Calm down right now!" he said. Lizzie was trying to attack Angie, who was dodging her hits comically. Lizzie turned toward Nigel.

"But NIGIIIIIEEEEE"

"Nigel, I am so sorry." Rachel interrupted. She stood up and folded her arms, glaring at Angie through cheesecake encrusted eyes. "You will be punished later."

Angie shifted uncomfortably on her feet.

"it's all right, Rachel." Nigel said. "Its not like you told Angie to do it. I know it was just a harmless joke." He laughed. Angie clapped her hands.

"Nigel, I love you!"

"HEY!" Lizzie and Rachel yelled simultaneously. Angie burst out laughing.

"LIZZIE AND RACHEL LOVE NIGEL TOO! GROUP HUG!" Angie grabbed Rachel and Lizzie, pulling both of them in to hug Nigel. Nigel blinked. Now they looked like a giant ball of cheesecake.

Patton grinned.

"What are ye' doin 'ere, stuuuupid boi." Fanny interrupted his thoughts. Patton blinked.

"I could ask you the same question, Number 86."

Fanny folded her arms and haughtily stuck her nose in the air.

"I was 'ere to enjoy a nice dinner." She said. "But, 'et seems that that…will be impossible." She sighed, and slipped into Rachel's seat. The cheesecake had all hit Rachel herself, so her chair was relatively clean.

"Hm. A nice dinner?" Patton asked, gazing into Fanny's eyes. "That can be arranged. If you don't mind me as a date."

"Cruddy boi." Fanny said.

But she wasn't complaining.

That night, Rachel couldn't sleep.

She always dreamt about the future. A Nigel-less future for her. Where Nigel grew up and married Lizzie. They had two kids. Rachel memorized their names. Liam and Nikki.

Rachel shivered. She got up, and moved to her rooms window. She opened it and lent out it, feeling the cool breeze caress her chin.

"I wish that I could end up with Nigel." She closed her eyes.

She didn't see the beautiful shooting star in the sky, coursing through the skies at lightning speed.

A/N:

Thank you, thank you, for reading!

Next chapter will come soon. My family is coming up, so I won't be able to work on the next chapter to this, or the first chapter of an idea sitting in my brain, until next Wednesday.

However slowly, the next chapter will surely come.

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