Never Forget

Description: Years come and go. Kids turn into teenagers. Teenagers turn into adults. We all must accept it. But when this way of life means having to erase memories. How will the Kids Next Door cope before, during and after decommissioning?

Rating: PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own the cartoon Codename: Kids Next Door. If I did I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fanfiction.

Chapter Three: Girlfriend?


DerScroot - Hi, Lizzi. Thanks for the kind words!

Numbuh M - Heh. Well... he is 13, and he's pretty angry. So.. -sweat drop-

Tsunami Wave - -Glomps- SQUEE! I have a follower! I only have to disagree with you in saying that my grammar sucks (Glad I've got beta now!).

KukiBeatels34 - Thanks for the kind words.

Anonymous - I'm pretty sure that Francine is Irish, but I'm not 100 per cent certain. And I'm glad our favorite feminist is in character.

NumbuhInfinity - A sad ending? Now where did you get an idea like that from? Happy to hear that you'll be reading later chapters.

Yipper34 - Glad you like it so far.

Ahhelga - I'm just the paranoid kind of person. Thanks for the kind words.

Maiden of Mystery - Hehe. I'm glad I'm responsible for saving you from loosing faith in 1/86 -Picks 1/86 up and puts it back up at the top of your list- MWHAHAHA! -runs off-


The next morning when Nigel had woken up, he could feel shooting pains in his head. He looked around his room as if he didn't know were he was. He could hear the jolly voice of he father coming from the kitchen.

"Nigel! Are you awake? Time to get up, son!"

Nigel's head was getting worse, and the shouting wasn't helping much. He walked into the bathroom to take shower to wake himself up properly and then he walked back into his room to get himself dressed. Looking inside his closet, he saw only red turtle-neck sweaters and gray shorts. He shrugged and got dressed.

"'Morning, sweetheart!" his mother said cheerily as she made the breakfast.

"Good morning, mum."

"You certainly slept well, old bean," Mr. Uno said as he looked over his newspaper, "Whatever happened yesterday?"

Nigel thought, but the truth was that he couldn't remember a thing about yesterday or anything for that matter. "I don't know..."

His father looked at him, confused. "You must remember. This Irish girl took you home last night. You know, the one you used to go to kindergarten with."

Nigel shook his head.

"Are you sick, honey?" Mrs. Uno ran over and put her hand on her son's forehead to check his temperature.

"No, mum. I'm fine!" Nigel said pushing her hand away.

"Are you sure you don't remember yesterday?" Mr. Uno asked. "You stayed in that tree house of yours the night before and didn't come home until 8:00 last night."

"I'm sure, I don't."

"Oh well," Mr. Uno sighed, "There's something I want to tell you anyway, I don't think you'll like it but..."

Mr. Uno was cut off by the sound of the door knocking.

"I'll tell you later. Can you get the door, please?"

Nigel nodded and headed to the door. When he opened it, there was a girl standing there. She had auburn hair tied into pigtails. She was slightly chubby with auburn hair tied in pigtails and round glasses resting on her small nose.

"Yes?" Nigel said.

"Nigie," she started, her voice extremely high-pitched, "why didn't you turn up last night?"

"What?"

"To your birthday date with me."

"What are you talking about?" Nigel asked as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

"Don't try the stupid act; it doesn't work on me."

"Who are you?"

"You know fine well who I am! I'm your girlfriend."

"No, I don't. And you're not!"

"Yes, you do, Nigie, and I'm very upset with you!"

"Look, I don't know who you are, and stop calling me that!"

"But... Nigie." Tears started welling up in her eyes.

"Stop it!" Nigel shouted. The girl flinched. "I don't know you. You don't know me, and I'm not your boyfriend!"

The girl was crying now. "Nigie - I mean, Nigel. It's me, Lizzie. Don't you remember? Please remember!"

Nigel began to feel sympathy for Lizzie. "Look," he started softly, "I wish I could help you but I don't even know you, and you come to my door claiming you're my girlfriend? I'm sorry, Lizzie, but you must be mistaken."

"Fine!" Lizzie screamed. "If you don't care about me, then I don't care about you!"

She removed a necklace from around her neck and threw it at him, enraged, before running away in a flood of tears.

Nigel felt deeply sorry for her. "She must be insane," he murmured, while picking up the necklace, a gold locket.

He stepped back inside and, just out of curiosity, opened it carefully. There was a small picture inside of himself and Lizzie: she was kissing him on the cheek and he was blushing. He looked at it closely and touched the spot on his cheek were she had kissed him as if it held all the answers to his questions.

"Nigel!" Mr. Uno yelled. "Who was it?"

Nigel shut the door carefully and put the necklace in his pocket. "No one important."

"Okay, I was going to tell you something," Mr. Uno said while walking out of the kitchen. "Right?"

"That's right."

"Well, you know how I've been wanting to be promoted for a long time now?"

"Yes," Nigel lied.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I have been promoted, and the bad news is that we'll have to move back to England."

"Is that all?" Nigel asked, not affected by the bad news whatsoever.

Mr. Uno was surprised, "You mean you don't mind?"

"Not at all."

"But what about your friends... and your tree house?"

"I can live without them," Nigel said calmly but he honestly didn't know that he had friends or a tree house.


Poor Lizzie. I was actually planning on making this story a 1/Lizzie but I changed my mind because I love 1/86 so much. Anyway, Chapter 4 should be coming soon, but in the meantime please review.

And a special thanks to: Cybra. For being my beta! -Super glomps-.