Chapter Three

In order for this to make sense, you have to have read my other story, "Maestro Disaster" first.

"Well... There's that problem, solved." Dave sighed, watching as the tow truck pulled away, taking Kitty's rental car with it.

"And there goes my hopes and dreams... Goodbye!" Kitty sniffled, waving at the truck. The driver, thinking that Kitty was waving at him, waved back before he turned around the corner and was gone. "I'll need a place to stay tonight. I'll call my manager in the morning to see about where I'm headed off to next."

"You can stay with Rich!" Smitty informed the female musician. "He's got a guest room!"

"Er... I really don't think that Rich's girlfriend would really appreciate that if a strange female stayed the night at his house..." Kitty admitted.

"...I don't have a girlfriend! Isn't Kitty being silly, Nina?" Rich protested, turning to ask the pink-clad girl's opinion.

"What? Rich? Girlfriend? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Nina laughed, sounding like she had gone completely mad. Scott, Kitty, Dave and Smitty stepped back from the suddenly insane girl.

"What are you laughing about?" Dave questioned the Hawaiian native. "It wasn't that funny."

"Okay. I guess that I could just go home with Scott, then." Kitty shrugged, holding onto Scott's arm. "It's very obvious to me now."

"What's obvious to you?" Smitty asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"Never mind. If you haven't figured it out by now, you're obviously not going to figure it out now." Kitty sighed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Lets go." She pulled on Scott's arm.

"What about your luggage?" Scott asked, looking at the pile of Kitty's luggage in the Warehouse doorway.

"Forget it. I'll be gone tomorrow anyway, and so will my shit."

"Okay... Bye guys!"

"Bye Scott! Bye Kitty!" The Movers and Nina waved them goodbye as Kitty pulled Scott out of the Warehouse.

***

"Don't you think that Nina was acting strange today?" Dave questioned Smitty shortly after Rich and Nina had left.

"Well, it was a rather strange day. Rather stressful for all of us." Smitty sighed, sinking down onto the sofa. "But, Nina was busy working for Knit Knots all day today. We only saw her when we went to ask if either of them had a car to drive Kitty to the airport."

"So, the question is... what was up with Nina today after Kitty said that Rich had a girlfriend?"

"Well, come to think of it..." Smitty started, rubbing his chin. "We did find Rich at Nina's house the other morning and he avoided the questioned when we asked him about it."

"Hm... You're right. Do you think that Nina and Rich are..." The two Movers looked to each-other and burst into laughter.

"Yeah right!"

***

"I think that Kitty is onto us, Rich. She almost spilt the beans!"

"Don't worry, Nina. Kitty is going to leave in the morning and we'll probably never see her again!"

"You're right, Rich. I shouldn't worry so much about it." Nina sighed. Rich put his arm around Nina's shoulders and Nina leaned into his side as they walked. "Kitty obviously didn't know who was your girlfriend, and since the others haven't figured it out yet, I'd say that we're pretty safe!"

"Well, I also don't think that Kitty knew that the other Movers didn't know about me having a girlfriend. If they find out about this..."

"It's okay, Rich." Nina smiled up at him. "There's no reason to be mad at Kitty. She didn't know."

"Yeah. You're right." Rich sighed. "I guess whatever happens, happens. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Good night."

***

"Okay, you have to tell me, Kitty!" Scott begged the girl.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Scott." She explained as she moved around the Think Tank, picking things up and putting them away.

"Come on! Please?" Scott followed her around like a kicked-puppy.

"What's going on, guys?" Smitty asked as he and Dave walked into the Idea Warehouse.

"Kitty won't tell me who Rich is dating! She says that she knows but she's withholding information from me! She's sooooo mean!"

"And you're suuuuuuuuuch a crybaby!" Kitty insisted. "Rich will tell you when he is ready!"

"Hey, guys." Rich and Nina walked into the Warehouse.

"Hey, Nina! Hi, Rich!" The Movers greeted them.

"Kitty, did your manager not reassign you?" Nina asked the other woman.

"No." Kitty pouted as she started sorting a rather large pile of mismatched socks.

"Please tell me, Kitty!" Scott exclaimed, getting down on his knees.

"Tell Scott what, Kitty?" Nina asked innocently.

"Oh! That you and Rich are- Oh shit!" Kitty exclaimed, clapping her hand over her mouth.

Everyone looked to Rich and Nina, who were standing with deer-in-the-headlights looks at the others.

"Uh-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Dave asked, his jaw practically hitting the floor. Scott just stood and blinked at the two of them.

"Congratulations, you two." Smitty broke the awkward tension flooding the room. "I was wondering when one of you was going to get up enough courage to ask out the other!"

"What?" Nina questioned.

"You mean to say that you knew all of this time?"

"Well..." Smitty started. "I knew that the tension between you two was very thick that we could have cut it with a knife... But... I didn't know that you had started going out." Nina and Rich looked to each other, blushed and looked quickly away. Smitty laughed. "Yeah. Sorta like that." Kitty chuckled.

"Aww. I think it's cute." Kitty exclaimed, picking up the pile of socks she had just sorted and threw them up into the air like confetti.

"Why are you still here anyway?" Rich grumbled.

"Didn't we already have this conversation?" Kitty asked, tilting her head innocently and smiling sweetly at the drummer.

"Why are you still here?!" Rich yelled, walking up to Kitty and shaking her slightly.

"Hey! Hands off!" Scott protested, ready to jump in and save Kitty. She brushed Rich off and motioned for Scott to back off.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, Rich. I didn't know that you were keeping your relationship with Nina a secret. It's all very junior high school, if you ask me. But then again, I was raised in a strange family and we're all very open and relaxed about relationships."

The group lapsed into an awkward silence and everyone stared at everyone else.

"You know what we need?! Ice cream sundaes! They always relieve the tension!" Kitty yelled, pointing into the air.

"Come on, guys!" Scott exclaimed, jumping to his feet and tugging Rich and Nina in the direction of the Ice Cream room.

"Ice cream does always make me feel better..." Dave commented as they trooped to the Ice Cream Room.

***

"So..." Kitty started, mixing the syrups on her sundae into a giant, grey mess. "How far have you two gone?"

"No." Scott protested. "That's none of your business, Kitty."

"Oh, shush. That's for Rich and Nina to decide." Kitty informed the long-haired mover before she looked to Nina and Rich. "So?"

"Well, we've only gone on one date so far." Nina explained, her face bright red. "It was on Friday."

"And then Rich spent the night?" Dave questioned. Rich nodded slowly. "Ah-ha! I knew it!"

"Shut up, you did not." Smitty reminded Dave. "We both thought that it was stupid."

"Ahh." Kitty sighed. "So that's the deal. Ah yes, I remember my first-"

"It's not like that at all, Kitty!" Nina protested, cutting off the other female. "I was sleeping in my bed and Rich slept on the couch."

"Sofa." Kitty commented absently.

"What?"

"You probably don't have a couch, you have a sofa."

"What's the difference?" Dave questioned.

"A sofa is symmetrical. A couch is asymmetrical. Like a lounger."

"Oh." The other Movers exclaimed, nodding their heads.

"Well, that solves the endless couch-sofa debate." Dave grumbled.

"Why? Did wittle Davie woose?" Kitty mocked him.

"Shut up!"

"Ah! I have an idea!" Kitty sang, jumping to her feet. "Rich, Nina! Come and help me out here!"

"Um... Okay..." Rich and Nina stood and came to stand by the end of the table.

"Er... Rich, you stand right here." Kitty moved the drummer to the position where she wanted him. "And Nina..." Nina was moved to standing before Rich. There was a very noticeable heigh difference between them. "Um, Rich, bend down a little... No, you idiot! Use your knees! Yes, just like that!"

Kitty climbed up onto the table, the Movers just managed to save their ice cream sundaes from being stepped over. Kitty physically tilted Rich's head a bit to the left and Nina's head to the right.

"Um... Kitty?" Rich questioned, looking up at Kitty.

"Don't move!" Kitty snapped, and then reset Rich's head. "Yes. Perfect."

"What are you doing?" Scott whispered.

"A little thing I like to call taking action!"

"Action for what?" Nina questioned, moving a bit. Kitty reset her head.

"This!" Kitty laughed, holding the backs of Rich's and Nina's head in her hands and then she literally smooshed their faces together.

"UMMMM...." Smitty and Dave cleared their throats loudly.

"I don't think that that's what it meant by 'smoosh their faces together', Kitty..." Scott tried to tell Kitty. Kitty chuckled and released Nina's and Rich's heads and jumped down from the table.

"Mm, you're all sticky, Rich." Nina commented, whipping her lips with the back of her hand.

"So are you." Rich laughed.

"Yeah! I rock!" Kitty screamed, doing a little victory dance over to where Scott was standing. She tugged on his coveralls until he came down and she kissed him on the lips. "Ew, you're sticky, too."