BEFORE YOU READ:
This story is a very poor excuse of a fanfiction. I wrote it back when I was like 14, and beware of all my terrible writing, and Mary-Sue-ness. I would delete it, but there are a lot of people who actually like it (I know, right?? How??? O.o). Anyway, THANK YOU to all of my fans, even though I fail to see how I even have any for this piece of work. XD I’ve decided to end on a humorous note. Has nothing to do with the story, but I’m never going to finish it anyway, so why not go ahead and end it?

Thanks for all your time, people!

Special thanks to VOID99 for helping me with the title and also to my friend, Brittney for helping me a lot with ideas for the plot! Oh, and also special thanks to Piewolvesandsuch for helping methink ofideas just by talking to me about random stuff that doesn't have anything to do with the story:D

I present, ‘Love and Stuff’!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Life at Home

“MOM! Noodle’s cussing me out in Japanese again!”

Noodle’s Japanese tongue went away as she spoke in the English language.

“Get off my computer, you err!” she pushed 2-D, but he didn’t move.

“I can get on when I want, Noodle. Go away,” he said.

“Get off my account! Every time you get on it, you change the password!”

2-D got up from the computer and began to leave. Noodle followed him, still getting on to him for being on her account.

“Get lost, brat. I didn’t change anything on your dumb account!” 2-D rolled his eyes and tried to ignore Noodle nearly screaming.

“You still were on it when I said not to! And Mom is gonna be mad!”

“Mom doesn’t give a crap about our computer!” 2-D turned around to face her.

Noodle growled. “That’s it! Stay in there and rot!”

Noodle shoved 2-D in the hall closet and locked the door.

“HEY! You are so getting a wedgie when I get out of here! MOM! HEEELP!” 2-D yelled from inside the closet he was now locked in.

Noodle skipped to the kitchen, snatched a rice cake from the counter and sat down at the kitchen table. She started to eat the rice cake.

“Noodle, why is your brother in the closet?” asked Kiyoko, a somewhat tall, thin Japanese woman who was at the kitchen sink washing dishes.

“Oh, 2-D?” Noodle shrugged. “He’s playing hide-and-seek with himself again.”

“Noodle, go let him out. You know you aremeant to get along with him,” said the woman washing dishes.

“Aww, but Mom, he’ll give me a wedgie!” Noodle whined.

“No, he will not, now go let him out.”

“Okay,” Noodle finished her rice cake and quietly walked to the closet without making a sound. She listened to what 2-D was doing.

She heard him collapse against the door and groan. He knocked on the door again. “Help…” he said with an aggravated tone.

Noodle grinned. She quickly unlocked the closet door and swung it open, making 2-D fall to the floor.

“Ah!” he yelled. He glared at Noodle.

Noodle burst out laughing so hard she nearly fell over. She stopped laughing when she saw her older brother’s death glare.

“DIE!” 2-D got up and lunged at Noodle.

“MOM!” Noodle ran to the kitchen and ran behind the table.

Both siblings were across from each other glaring at one another, 2-D on one end of the table and Noodle on the other end. 2-D tried to run around the table to Noodle, but every time he tried, she would run around the table too, getting farther away from him.

Noodle screamed.

“Stuart, Noodle, stop this now!” Their mother turned to face them holding a soapy rag in one hand. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at them both frozen looking at her.

“…Mom, I told you never to call me that,” 2-D whined.

“I do notcare, now you two stop this fighting!” she said.

“Well, Noodle started it, cussing at me for getting on the computer.”

Noodle glared at him. “You got on my account, crud face!”

“We only have one computer!” he shot back.

“Maybe you should move out and get your own computer instead of hogging this one 24/7!”

“Big baby! That’s what you should do, rat!”

“Am I twenty-three and still living with my mother? No, I am not!” Noodle screamed.

“I can’t leave Mom! She’s an old woman!” said 2-D.

“Mom, did you hear him? Did you?”

Their mother screamed and threw the soapy rag, splashing water all over both of her children.

“Stop screaming!” she yelled. “I have had enough! Both of you, quiet now or no band practice in the basement today! You are both old enough to know better than this!”

2-D and Noodle froze, both pointing to one another and looking at their mother with now soapy, wet hair.

Noodle lowered her pointing hand. “Sorry, Mom,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” 2-D did the same. “We won’t fight anymore, promise.”

Kiyoko smirked. “If I had a yen for every time you two promised me no more fighting, I would be as rich as the emperor.”

“I’ll stop fighting, Mom. I don’t know about him, though.” She pointed to 2-D.

“I’ll stop fighting before you!” 2-D yelled. “That’s it, you can’t practice with us anymore!”

“I have to! I play guitar! You can’t have a band without a guitar!”

“Murdoc plays guitar too! We don’t need you!”

“Yeah, bass guitar!” she argued. “You know a band needs more than just bass, you err!”

“We can still survive without you!”

“I’d like to see you try!” Noodle glared at him.

“That is enough!” Kiyoko screamed. “Stop it!”

‘You’re gonna get it’, 2-D mouthed the words to Noodle.

“Nah-ah!” said Noodle aloud. “Because you’re slow!”

Noodle jumped up on the table and jumped over 2-D. She ran around the corner to the other room.

Kiyoko sighed and collapsed in one of the kitchen chairs. 2-D, about to chase after Noodle, stopped himself.

“I’m sorry, Mom…I know I shouldn’t fight with her…but she drives me crazy.”

“Despite that fact, you should never be mean to each other, Stuart,” Kiyoko said. “She is your baby sister, and you are her brother. You are her example. She will never learn to get along if her own brother cannot even do this.”

“…I’m sorry…I really do love her, though…”

Kiyoko smiled. “I think you should be telling her that.”

Noodle peeked out of the living room where she’d run to.

“I love him too, Mom…” she quietly said.

“Once again, you two need to tell each other that, not me,” Kiyoko stood up.

“Kay,” Noodle began to go upstairs.

“Uh-uh!” Kiyoko started. “You come back here, my little sakura.”

“Aww, Mom, no…” 2-D whined.

“Yes,” Kiyoko motioned for Noodle to come back to the kitchen.

“What?” asked Noodle, but then what their mother was doing suddenly struck her. “No…Mom, please!”

Noodle hesitantly came back in the kitchen. She and 2-D both rolled their eyes.

“Now, you give your sister a hug, 2-D,” Kiyoko smiled at them both.

2-D looked at his mother pleadingly. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m waiting.”

2-D sighed. “Fine.”

2-D very hesitantly wrapped his arms around Noodle, giving her a quick hug. Noodle gave a silent, playful gag and hugged him back.

“Okay, all done, now can we practice when Murdoc and Russel get here?” 2-D ended the hug.

“I suppose so,” Kiyoko gave in. “But if I see or hear you two fighting anymore today, it’s no practicing in the basement for a week, alright?”

“Kay,” 2-D and Noodle both agreed in unison with smiling faces.

Whoa…that was a really long first chapter. Lol. Oh, and I know this setup is probably a little confusing, but this doesn’t take place at Kong Studios yet, this is at Noodle and 2-D’s actual house. And one more thing, I know lots of people think that 2-D and Noodle are boyfriend/girlfriend, but I don’t think that. I think they’re siblings. So, I’d really appreciate it if nobody left reviews about how I’m relating them being wrong. No hard feelings, I hope. :) R&R!