Title: Operation: T.H.E.-K.I.S.S.
Stands for: T | wo H | umans E | xperience a K | iss I | n a S | illy S |ituation
Authoress: Pikastarr
Rating: PG-13
Rating reasons: Language and suggestive stuff
Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door or its characters and whatever. Hell, I wish I did, though, or else it'd be very fun, and this fanfic would be made an official episode. * evil grin *
Claimer: The idea and Numbuh Ninety-nine although he is rarely in it. O_o;
Author's Note: When I make references to Numbuh Four asking Three out in the past, don't immediately go, "What the heck is she talking about?" I'll explain later on in the story. Okay? ^.^ Okay.
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Pika: Hiyos! ^_^ Hope you enjoy this little fic I created in my mind after finally seeing every friggin' C: KND eppie. Yay!
Numbuh Four: This really sucks.specially all the mushy romance in it.-_-
Pika: ^.^;; Ignore the Aussie over in the corner, please. He's very mean.
Numbuh Four: An' that ah should be.
Pika: .go read a magazine or something.
Numbuh Four: Ah will. Anything than ta read this thing.
Pika: * throws a magazine * Fetch. :P
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Chapter One
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"Ah am NOT blushing!"
I've almost had it. Ever since that damn Kuki Sanban hugged me, I've been teased to hell that I was BLUSHING over it. And I'm not! It's the 93 degrees weather; I swear it is by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin!
. . . where the hell that came from is beyond me. . .
* FLASHBACK TO TWO DAYS AGO *
"You guys! You guys!"
It was lunch hour and us four of the retired Kids Next Door members were sitting quietly around a lunch table, eating. It was then that our missing operative came running up to us with that smile I hadn't seen since the time I told her that her dress was pretty in the third grade. Clutched in Kuki's hands were two red roses, and of course, an outer covering to keep her from pricking herself protected the stems.
"Look what I got yesterday! The mailman guy came up to our house and gave them to me! But it doesn't have a card, so I don't know who they're from."
I shrink down into my seat. Yeah, it was me who gave her those.I give everyone a present for every holiday. And this New Year's I had given Kuki Sanban two red roses. I hadn't expected her to bring them to school, though.
"Maybe you got a secret admirer," Hoagie suggests, taking a bite out of his turkey sandwich.
"But she's got a boyfriend," Abby reminds him. "What lunatic would give a girl who already has a guy ROSES? Maybe they are from Evan."
"No, I already asked him about it.he's really tweaked, though. He says he's going to kick someone's, er, butt." I grinned a little. Kuki never liked cussing. She will slap you really hard across the face if you say anything bad around her (I've learned from experience). When she tries to tell a story when someone uses a curse word, she replaces it with another that is similar, only not a bad word. "Well, you know, and he said he's going to find out who sent the roses."
I roll my eyes. Evan would think twice about kicking someone's "butt" once he found out I was the one who sent ém.
I then notice Nigel looking at me with a brow raised. No, he wasn't about to do what I thought he was going to do. No, DON'T DO IT!!! PLEASE-
"Are you going to eat that?"
If I were in some anime, I would've face-faulted right then and there.
"Uh, no. Here." I hand over my brownie although I didn't want to. But I'd give him almost anything just to shut him up so he wouldn't blab out something stupid.
"Hey, Numbuh Four? Did you give her those roses?" That was when I gagged on my soda. Abby had asked the ultimate question: the one question I was afraid of.
"Uh, he-heck no!" I caught myself from cussing in front of Kuki. For some reason, there was this odd feeling rising up in my cheeks. I hadn't felt the warm heat since I was twelve and had the nerve to ask Kuki out.
Hoagie grins. "Oooooooooh, Numbuh Four!"
"Really?" Kuki was looking at me all funny until she broke into a wide grin while I just looked at her, frightened of what she might do. "THANKIES!" She wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. My face was feeling more and more hot-I was practically sweating.
* END FLASHBACK *
"Gawd, Numbuh Four, you don't have to get so mad about it," Hoagie says casually, leaning back in his chair while kicking his legs up on top of his desk. It's weird, even though we've all been kicked out of the Kids Next Door and were replaced by midget nine-year-olds; we still refer to each other by our codenames. And it's been four freakin' years since then.
"AH AM NOT MAD!" I burst aloud, nearly dying of irritation. Why do they have to pick on me so much?! It's always, "Numbuh Four, starting to get a little protective of her, eh?" or "Oooooooooooooh, Four!" Hoagie's been the most annoying out of the bunch, and of course, Kuki is still blissfully unaware of this.
"Whatever." Hoagie leans farther back in his chair, and the desk was starting to lift off the floor, and-
CRASH.
He falls backwards onto the carpet with the desk on top of him as that damn substitute teacher of ours, Mrs. Kris, snapped around with her dark brows furrowed. And that damn mole of hers sticking on the edge of her pointy nose. HOLY SHIT, it's HUGE! It's got a freakin' hair sticking out of it, too!
Anyways, the whole History class is cracking up with insane laughter. Mrs. Kris however, is not even breaking a smile.Gawd; I can't stop looking at that mole.
"Mr. Gilligan," her acid tone could make anyone flinch, especially Hoagie, who is staring up at the ceiling uneasily. "Would you like to explain your condition?"
"Uh," Hoagie barely even moves. "I'm on the floor?"
There were a few snickers around the room. One of them happened to be Abby, who was sitting in the front of the room with her dark hair up in a red bandana. Abby still seemed to be awfully quiet all the time. I rarely hear her talk anymore, except at lunch . . . but it's only to Nigel.
Nigel is sitting close by her in the room, his dark brown eyes watching Abby's every move.like he was transfixed or something. Damnit, Nigel, you already have that freakin' ugly as sin girlfriend of yours: Lizzie! I still can't believe he hasn't dumped that bitch. I swear if I ever decide to get a girlfriend again.it will not be some idiot who calls her boyfriend at three in the morning just to tell him about a dream about a leprechaun she had.
But it's strange. The way Nigel and Abby stare at each other, though, is almost sickening. They need to get a freakin' room.
Kuki is cracking her head off three seats behind me.holy shit.she's beau-I mean, holy shit! Why the hell am I thinking about that?!
This whole week I've been having these weird space-out sessions.and they all revolve around. . . her. . . I know I liked her as a kid. Hell, we even went out for about a year. We had such a happy relationship. Except for the couple of her Rainbow Monkey conversations we had which really didn't interest me at all. But overall, it was nice.
Until she met him.
Him was the asshole across the street from me named Evan that stole my first and only girlfriend. He had flirted with her whenever she was over at my house, and eventually I could tell that she was beginning to feel the way she used to feel about me towards him. (So that didn't make sense-so sue me.)
I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke up with her. We stayed friends, as I knew it would be so much better that way. Two months afterward, the asshole asked her out.
And guess what? She said, "Sure!"
I'm growling thinking about it. They've been going out ever since. He doesn't even treat her right. I see them in the hall, and Kuki will wave goodbye to him, but he won't let her leave without a kiss. She'll say, "No, I'm going to be late!" And he'll respond, "Do you think I care if you're late?!" Then he shoves her toward him so their lips touch.
I've never felt what a girl kiss feels like. Well, that's beside my mom, but like she's a girl anyway.
I feel so left out sometimes. I see Nigel and Lizzie make-out almost once every day, Abby used to kiss her boyfriend a lot until he dumped her, and even Hoagie gets to kiss his girlfriend.
I could've felt what it felt like plenty of times. I've had more girlfriends then I can count, and each all went out with me just to be popular. . . I never even knew I was popular. I don't hang out with the jocks even though everyone says I should because I am one.
"Mr. Gilligan." I snap back to reality. "I do not appreciate your humor in such a situation. Would you kindly explain to the class what you were doing wrong that might clarify why you are on the ground with the desk slammed down on top of you?"
I think I'm going to be sick. That mole is getting out of hand now.
"Yes, Mrs. Kris," Hoagie says, pushing the desk upward so it's level to the carpet. He gets up, brushing his blue shirt off and his spiked chestnut hair. He walks up to the front of the room and puts his hands behind his back. He inhales deeply.
"Er, uh.classmates? Yeah, that sounds good. Um, I was leaning back in my chair.uh, yeah, that's what I was doing. I wasn't, er, paying attention to the teacher," - his eyes dart over to a glaring Mrs. Kris - "So I fell backwards.obviously." He stands there for a moment while our substitute stares at him coldly. "Uh, yeah, that's it."
I couldn't help but chuckle at my friend's so called "speech". Hoagie was after all not known for being able to stand boldly against a class and say something. Nigel, however, could do it no problem. He'd had experience being our KND leader and all . . the lucky-ass dude.
"Thank-you, Mr. Gilligan." Hoagie begins to walk over towards his seat, but she interrupts, "Now would you kindly explain to Mr. Beatles over there to get that gum out of mouth unless he wants detention?"
Holy shit.
I freeze up, suddenly realizing that the gum Kuki had given me in the hallway was still in my mouth. I had told myself to spit it out first thing coming into class, but apparently, I'm so freakin' stupid I forgot. Hoagie is looking at me nervously, and I roll my eyes.
"Wallabee Beatles!" Mrs. Kris sounds pretty angry with me. Oh well. She can go stick a monkey up her ass for all I care. "Spit it out NOW."
"Alright, alright already. Geesh." I walk over to the garbage can. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Kuki with her long, flowing raven hair and her gorgeous blue-
DAMNIT! There I go again!
But as I walk by, I was so busy looking over at Kuki (lucky me, she was watching my every move like Nigel as to Abby), which I hadn't realized Bryan's foot sticking out in the aisle.
I felt like probably the dumbest asshole in the entire school when I fell to the ground, chin first. Right in front of Kuki, too. The way the room got all silent. to me, it seems loud. Gawd. Can my life get any worse?
"HA HA!" comes the laughter of Bryan Albert. "Now do you think you're tough, eh, Beatles?" I'm not sure whether he knew I took down a Senior my Freshman year of high school or not, but there's one thing I AM sure of.
HE IS SO FREAKIN' DEAD.
I jump to my feet with my fists and teeth clenched. Bryan is looking at me like I'm the biggest fool he's ever seen, and I'm looking at him like I'm looking at something I saw in a toilet the other day.
"Mr. Albert! GO TO THE OFFICE." Mrs. Kris sounded stern as ever, but as she said it to Bryan, I had the slightest feeling that she had wanted to get him out of the class since he threw a paper ball across the ball near the beginning of the period.
I hastily spit my gum out into the garbage can and made my way back to my desk, but not before hearing Kuki's words, "Are you okay?" I face her for a second, seeing the clear concern in her blue eyes.
Heartbeat slowly starting to increase I reply, "Yeah, good as always." To my surprise, I WINK, and leave to my desk.
WHAT KIND OF DUMBASS AM I?! I just winked at an "un-single" girl. And basically in front of the whole freakin' class, too.
Dumbass me. Dumbass me.
~ Pika: And there you have it! ^_~ The first chapter done, and you guys can flame me because of all the bad language I made Four use.Just be lucky I substituted "freakin'" for all the times I could've used something else. The next chapter is going to be the big flashback of Numbuh Four asking Three out for the first time! XD It'll last the whole chapter, so be prepared for it. It'll lead all the way up to the point when they met Evan. * glares at Evan who stands there and blinks *
Evan: .Okay, first off, I don't exist, so stop glaring at me. And second, you're the author, you didn't have to make me steal Wallace's girl.
Numbuh Four: WALLACE?
Pika: O_O Now look what you did.
Evan: .. crap.
Numbuh Four: * is p-oed *
Evan: O_O Meep.
Numbuh Four: * chases Evan around with a knife * DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!
Pika: O.o Eh, okaaaaaayyyy. Just review and I'll be happy. Although I allow flames, it'll only be because of the language.and tell me if I should up the rating or not because of it, okay? Coz I'm still trying to decide.
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I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Just waltzing up to her and ask her out? You know how horrible that would be? I can imagine the conversation:
"Hey, Numbuh Three!"
"Hi-hi, Numbuh Four!"
"Wanna go out with me?"
And then I'd probably scare her off. She'd think I was some kind of pervert or something. But it was now or never. I had to do it before someone else did. God knows how pretty and attractive she is and so do a lot of other people.
So with the noisiest inhale and exhale of breath, I slowly approached her door and knocked.
Stands for: T | wo H | umans E | xperience a K | iss I | n a S | illy S |ituation
Authoress: Pikastarr
Rating: PG-13
Rating reasons: Language and suggestive stuff
Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door or its characters and whatever. Hell, I wish I did, though, or else it'd be very fun, and this fanfic would be made an official episode. * evil grin *
Claimer: The idea and Numbuh Ninety-nine although he is rarely in it. O_o;
Author's Note: When I make references to Numbuh Four asking Three out in the past, don't immediately go, "What the heck is she talking about?" I'll explain later on in the story. Okay? ^.^ Okay.
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Pika: Hiyos! ^_^ Hope you enjoy this little fic I created in my mind after finally seeing every friggin' C: KND eppie. Yay!
Numbuh Four: This really sucks.specially all the mushy romance in it.-_-
Pika: ^.^;; Ignore the Aussie over in the corner, please. He's very mean.
Numbuh Four: An' that ah should be.
Pika: .go read a magazine or something.
Numbuh Four: Ah will. Anything than ta read this thing.
Pika: * throws a magazine * Fetch. :P
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Chapter One
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"Ah am NOT blushing!"
I've almost had it. Ever since that damn Kuki Sanban hugged me, I've been teased to hell that I was BLUSHING over it. And I'm not! It's the 93 degrees weather; I swear it is by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin!
. . . where the hell that came from is beyond me. . .
* FLASHBACK TO TWO DAYS AGO *
"You guys! You guys!"
It was lunch hour and us four of the retired Kids Next Door members were sitting quietly around a lunch table, eating. It was then that our missing operative came running up to us with that smile I hadn't seen since the time I told her that her dress was pretty in the third grade. Clutched in Kuki's hands were two red roses, and of course, an outer covering to keep her from pricking herself protected the stems.
"Look what I got yesterday! The mailman guy came up to our house and gave them to me! But it doesn't have a card, so I don't know who they're from."
I shrink down into my seat. Yeah, it was me who gave her those.I give everyone a present for every holiday. And this New Year's I had given Kuki Sanban two red roses. I hadn't expected her to bring them to school, though.
"Maybe you got a secret admirer," Hoagie suggests, taking a bite out of his turkey sandwich.
"But she's got a boyfriend," Abby reminds him. "What lunatic would give a girl who already has a guy ROSES? Maybe they are from Evan."
"No, I already asked him about it.he's really tweaked, though. He says he's going to kick someone's, er, butt." I grinned a little. Kuki never liked cussing. She will slap you really hard across the face if you say anything bad around her (I've learned from experience). When she tries to tell a story when someone uses a curse word, she replaces it with another that is similar, only not a bad word. "Well, you know, and he said he's going to find out who sent the roses."
I roll my eyes. Evan would think twice about kicking someone's "butt" once he found out I was the one who sent ém.
I then notice Nigel looking at me with a brow raised. No, he wasn't about to do what I thought he was going to do. No, DON'T DO IT!!! PLEASE-
"Are you going to eat that?"
If I were in some anime, I would've face-faulted right then and there.
"Uh, no. Here." I hand over my brownie although I didn't want to. But I'd give him almost anything just to shut him up so he wouldn't blab out something stupid.
"Hey, Numbuh Four? Did you give her those roses?" That was when I gagged on my soda. Abby had asked the ultimate question: the one question I was afraid of.
"Uh, he-heck no!" I caught myself from cussing in front of Kuki. For some reason, there was this odd feeling rising up in my cheeks. I hadn't felt the warm heat since I was twelve and had the nerve to ask Kuki out.
Hoagie grins. "Oooooooooh, Numbuh Four!"
"Really?" Kuki was looking at me all funny until she broke into a wide grin while I just looked at her, frightened of what she might do. "THANKIES!" She wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. My face was feeling more and more hot-I was practically sweating.
* END FLASHBACK *
"Gawd, Numbuh Four, you don't have to get so mad about it," Hoagie says casually, leaning back in his chair while kicking his legs up on top of his desk. It's weird, even though we've all been kicked out of the Kids Next Door and were replaced by midget nine-year-olds; we still refer to each other by our codenames. And it's been four freakin' years since then.
"AH AM NOT MAD!" I burst aloud, nearly dying of irritation. Why do they have to pick on me so much?! It's always, "Numbuh Four, starting to get a little protective of her, eh?" or "Oooooooooooooh, Four!" Hoagie's been the most annoying out of the bunch, and of course, Kuki is still blissfully unaware of this.
"Whatever." Hoagie leans farther back in his chair, and the desk was starting to lift off the floor, and-
CRASH.
He falls backwards onto the carpet with the desk on top of him as that damn substitute teacher of ours, Mrs. Kris, snapped around with her dark brows furrowed. And that damn mole of hers sticking on the edge of her pointy nose. HOLY SHIT, it's HUGE! It's got a freakin' hair sticking out of it, too!
Anyways, the whole History class is cracking up with insane laughter. Mrs. Kris however, is not even breaking a smile.Gawd; I can't stop looking at that mole.
"Mr. Gilligan," her acid tone could make anyone flinch, especially Hoagie, who is staring up at the ceiling uneasily. "Would you like to explain your condition?"
"Uh," Hoagie barely even moves. "I'm on the floor?"
There were a few snickers around the room. One of them happened to be Abby, who was sitting in the front of the room with her dark hair up in a red bandana. Abby still seemed to be awfully quiet all the time. I rarely hear her talk anymore, except at lunch . . . but it's only to Nigel.
Nigel is sitting close by her in the room, his dark brown eyes watching Abby's every move.like he was transfixed or something. Damnit, Nigel, you already have that freakin' ugly as sin girlfriend of yours: Lizzie! I still can't believe he hasn't dumped that bitch. I swear if I ever decide to get a girlfriend again.it will not be some idiot who calls her boyfriend at three in the morning just to tell him about a dream about a leprechaun she had.
But it's strange. The way Nigel and Abby stare at each other, though, is almost sickening. They need to get a freakin' room.
Kuki is cracking her head off three seats behind me.holy shit.she's beau-I mean, holy shit! Why the hell am I thinking about that?!
This whole week I've been having these weird space-out sessions.and they all revolve around. . . her. . . I know I liked her as a kid. Hell, we even went out for about a year. We had such a happy relationship. Except for the couple of her Rainbow Monkey conversations we had which really didn't interest me at all. But overall, it was nice.
Until she met him.
Him was the asshole across the street from me named Evan that stole my first and only girlfriend. He had flirted with her whenever she was over at my house, and eventually I could tell that she was beginning to feel the way she used to feel about me towards him. (So that didn't make sense-so sue me.)
I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke up with her. We stayed friends, as I knew it would be so much better that way. Two months afterward, the asshole asked her out.
And guess what? She said, "Sure!"
I'm growling thinking about it. They've been going out ever since. He doesn't even treat her right. I see them in the hall, and Kuki will wave goodbye to him, but he won't let her leave without a kiss. She'll say, "No, I'm going to be late!" And he'll respond, "Do you think I care if you're late?!" Then he shoves her toward him so their lips touch.
I've never felt what a girl kiss feels like. Well, that's beside my mom, but like she's a girl anyway.
I feel so left out sometimes. I see Nigel and Lizzie make-out almost once every day, Abby used to kiss her boyfriend a lot until he dumped her, and even Hoagie gets to kiss his girlfriend.
I could've felt what it felt like plenty of times. I've had more girlfriends then I can count, and each all went out with me just to be popular. . . I never even knew I was popular. I don't hang out with the jocks even though everyone says I should because I am one.
"Mr. Gilligan." I snap back to reality. "I do not appreciate your humor in such a situation. Would you kindly explain to the class what you were doing wrong that might clarify why you are on the ground with the desk slammed down on top of you?"
I think I'm going to be sick. That mole is getting out of hand now.
"Yes, Mrs. Kris," Hoagie says, pushing the desk upward so it's level to the carpet. He gets up, brushing his blue shirt off and his spiked chestnut hair. He walks up to the front of the room and puts his hands behind his back. He inhales deeply.
"Er, uh.classmates? Yeah, that sounds good. Um, I was leaning back in my chair.uh, yeah, that's what I was doing. I wasn't, er, paying attention to the teacher," - his eyes dart over to a glaring Mrs. Kris - "So I fell backwards.obviously." He stands there for a moment while our substitute stares at him coldly. "Uh, yeah, that's it."
I couldn't help but chuckle at my friend's so called "speech". Hoagie was after all not known for being able to stand boldly against a class and say something. Nigel, however, could do it no problem. He'd had experience being our KND leader and all . . the lucky-ass dude.
"Thank-you, Mr. Gilligan." Hoagie begins to walk over towards his seat, but she interrupts, "Now would you kindly explain to Mr. Beatles over there to get that gum out of mouth unless he wants detention?"
Holy shit.
I freeze up, suddenly realizing that the gum Kuki had given me in the hallway was still in my mouth. I had told myself to spit it out first thing coming into class, but apparently, I'm so freakin' stupid I forgot. Hoagie is looking at me nervously, and I roll my eyes.
"Wallabee Beatles!" Mrs. Kris sounds pretty angry with me. Oh well. She can go stick a monkey up her ass for all I care. "Spit it out NOW."
"Alright, alright already. Geesh." I walk over to the garbage can. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Kuki with her long, flowing raven hair and her gorgeous blue-
DAMNIT! There I go again!
But as I walk by, I was so busy looking over at Kuki (lucky me, she was watching my every move like Nigel as to Abby), which I hadn't realized Bryan's foot sticking out in the aisle.
I felt like probably the dumbest asshole in the entire school when I fell to the ground, chin first. Right in front of Kuki, too. The way the room got all silent. to me, it seems loud. Gawd. Can my life get any worse?
"HA HA!" comes the laughter of Bryan Albert. "Now do you think you're tough, eh, Beatles?" I'm not sure whether he knew I took down a Senior my Freshman year of high school or not, but there's one thing I AM sure of.
HE IS SO FREAKIN' DEAD.
I jump to my feet with my fists and teeth clenched. Bryan is looking at me like I'm the biggest fool he's ever seen, and I'm looking at him like I'm looking at something I saw in a toilet the other day.
"Mr. Albert! GO TO THE OFFICE." Mrs. Kris sounded stern as ever, but as she said it to Bryan, I had the slightest feeling that she had wanted to get him out of the class since he threw a paper ball across the ball near the beginning of the period.
I hastily spit my gum out into the garbage can and made my way back to my desk, but not before hearing Kuki's words, "Are you okay?" I face her for a second, seeing the clear concern in her blue eyes.
Heartbeat slowly starting to increase I reply, "Yeah, good as always." To my surprise, I WINK, and leave to my desk.
WHAT KIND OF DUMBASS AM I?! I just winked at an "un-single" girl. And basically in front of the whole freakin' class, too.
Dumbass me. Dumbass me.
~ Pika: And there you have it! ^_~ The first chapter done, and you guys can flame me because of all the bad language I made Four use.Just be lucky I substituted "freakin'" for all the times I could've used something else. The next chapter is going to be the big flashback of Numbuh Four asking Three out for the first time! XD It'll last the whole chapter, so be prepared for it. It'll lead all the way up to the point when they met Evan. * glares at Evan who stands there and blinks *
Evan: .Okay, first off, I don't exist, so stop glaring at me. And second, you're the author, you didn't have to make me steal Wallace's girl.
Numbuh Four: WALLACE?
Pika: O_O Now look what you did.
Evan: .. crap.
Numbuh Four: * is p-oed *
Evan: O_O Meep.
Numbuh Four: * chases Evan around with a knife * DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!
Pika: O.o Eh, okaaaaaayyyy. Just review and I'll be happy. Although I allow flames, it'll only be because of the language.and tell me if I should up the rating or not because of it, okay? Coz I'm still trying to decide.
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I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Just waltzing up to her and ask her out? You know how horrible that would be? I can imagine the conversation:
"Hey, Numbuh Three!"
"Hi-hi, Numbuh Four!"
"Wanna go out with me?"
And then I'd probably scare her off. She'd think I was some kind of pervert or something. But it was now or never. I had to do it before someone else did. God knows how pretty and attractive she is and so do a lot of other people.
So with the noisiest inhale and exhale of breath, I slowly approached her door and knocked.