So.

I don't know about you guys, but I think it's Agura's turn to get hit with Cupid's arrow.

NON-CANON PAIRING? WHUT?

I know. Betrayal of the Vergurarian Union. I HAVE NO REGRETS.

…

YET.

Oh! Rated T for…Well, it's a romance fic; I think you can figure it out! XD …Nevermind. It's for language.

"Man, I'm starving." Spinner complained. "Who wants to pick up pizza?"

"No way bro. I'm here to win." AJ said, desperately swiveling his wrists at the foosball table.

"Not in this lifetime!" Vert challenged, fighting back with equal ferocity.

"Yeah, and I'm busy." Stanford called from where he sat on the couch.

"And what is it you're so intensely doing, Stanford?" Zoom rolled his eyes.

"I'm…studying."

"Studying the…?"

"Ceiling." Stanford spoke the first thing that came to his mind. "Love what you've done with the place, Vert."

"Are you talking about that dent from when I misfired my Nerf gun in last year's annual Foam Bowl?" Vert asked, eyes not leaving the white sphere that ricocheted between tiny plastic players.

"Yes, it so completes the chemistry of the room." Stanford sighed peacefully.

"I remember that battle!" Zoom called out.

"I remember my team winning. AGAIN." Agura called, leaning over to high-five Spinner

"That's not fair, you guys had the least area to shoot at!" Stanford pouted.

"Are you joking? Don't those Nerf vests cover your CHEST?" AJ exclaimed from the foosball table, making Agura redden and throw a pillow at him.

"That's actually very true…on second thought, how did you not lose?" Stanford demanded.

"Do you want an ice pack for that sore loser, Stanford?" Agura rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, can't hear you, studying the lamp."

"GUYS. STARVING, PIZZA-DEPRIVED TEENAGER. ME O'CLOCK." Spinner pointed out.

"Alright, alright, I'll get it." Agura gave in, standing up. "Back in five."

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Agura's phone vibrated just as she walked into Zeke's. Walking up to the counter, she scrambled to dig it out of her bag.

"Hey, Zeke, I'm here to pick up." She said, scanning the text from Spinner; something about napkins.

"And what lovely name would that order be under?" A deep, rich male voice that couldn't have belonged to the eccentric diner owner asked.

"A…gurrr…ah…" She said slowly as she looked up to meet piercing hazel eyes. Agura's mouth nearly dropped open as she took in the six feet of pure male Adonis that stood in front of her: rich brown hair with cute hints of blonde that fell perfectly into place, tanned skin, crisp khaki shorts, half-unbuttoned blue polo shirt, embroidered Zeke's apron and all.

"Can't say I've heard that one before." He winked. "But then, I'm not exactly one to criticize in terms of interesting names."

"And what would yours be?" Agura asked, surprising herself with her coy tone.

"Chace." He held out a perfectly tanned, muscular forearm. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Y…you too." She managed to reach her hand out as well to shake his; it was the letting go that was the problem.

"So, Chace, don't tell me you picked up that accent here in Handlers." She heard herself asked, wondering where the flirtatious attitude had sprung from. Chace gave a laugh before answering.

"Right you are, Agura,"

God, she loved the way he pronounced her name!

"I'm visiting Grace. We're cousins, but I've lived in Australia since I was a child." He explained. "Picked up the accent, you know. Anyway, Grace caught a tad of the flu, so I'm covering her shift for her."

"Well, that's a bit of a trip, don't you think?" Agura smiled, twirling a piece of hair that had sprung loose from the restraints of her ponytail.

"Yes, well, have to see the family sometime." Chace grinned, and they stood in the awkward silence of two people who had run out of things to say for a moment.

"Oh! Uhm, forgive me, you probably just came for your pizza, enough of my blathering." Chace smiled shyly. "I'll run and get it for you."

"Oh, no, blather on." Agura laughed, clutching a hand to her forehead as she disappeared from sight. What in the world was going on?

"Hungry now, are we?" She heard Chace's laugh as a stack of seven boxes of pizza emerged from the kitchen.

"Oh, no, it's not for me!" Agua went beet red. "I-I'm picking up for friends!"

"Don't worry, I was only kidding." Chace smiled.

"Right, ah, how much do I owe you?" Agura fumbled around in her purse, searching for the wallet.

"Please, Agura, it's on the house!" Chace waved his hand in the air as if to say 'it's nothing'.

"Oh, Chace, uhm, that's very generous of you, but really, I-"

"Agura, please," He took her hand, removing it from the bag and clasping it tightly. "Meeting someone as lovely as yourself was payment enough."

Agura bit her lip, turning a bright red. "A-at least let me pay half." She finally recovered.

"Alright, alright, you're too convincing." Chace held up his hands, grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling a few numbers on it. "Here's the bill."

Agura gratefully took the paper, frowning at what was written on it.

"Fifty five hundred, four thousand sixty eight?" She exclaimed.

"No, I believe that's 555-4688." Chace grinned charmingly. "It's my number, all I ask in exchange for the pizza is yours."

"Oh." Agura stifled a grin. "Right." She said, writing the digits as neatly and feminine as possible. "Thank you for the pizza."

"The pleasure was all mine." Chace smiled again with those perfectly straight teeth. "Need help walking those out?" He gestured to the pizza.

"Nope, I'm good, thanksagainbye!" Agura hurried out, taking a deep breath. What was with her today?

Obviously that fine slice of Aussie glory!

Oh, fabulous, Whoregura's back everybody!

Hey, there is nothing wrong with appreciating a fine male specimen! Not to mention one who speaks with charm, class and the SEXIEST accent known to mankind!

Oh, please, you think we have a shot with him?

Maybe not with your church girl attitude but leave it to me, I know how to bring all the boys to the yard!

I hope you're talking about the milkshakes that are made with ice cream and a blender!

Whatever makes you happy!

Please, he's just a guy!

A beautiful, sculpted by the gods, tanned MAN who asked for our phone number!

It's called an advertisement list, he probably just wants to make sure she gets called if there's any good deals.

Quit being so innocent, and call it what you like, but all I know is I'd certainly wouldn't mind going 'down under' with him!

!

"Great, now I have bipolar disorder as well as a cute guy's phone number!" Agura groaned aloud.

***A/N: Everybody, meet Agura's alternate inner (sluttier) personality. We will call her Whoregura. XDD Her dialogue is written like this, and normal Agura is written like this. Author Notes will be in asterisks now because Whoregura has claimed bold.***

Don't worry, it won't be long before I crush your innocent side like a bad boob job, and then you won't have to worry about it any more!

Ughhhhh...

"Pizza's here guys!" Spinner announced joyfully as the Tangler pulled into the Hub.

"Gimmegimmegimmeeee!" He ran in, snatching the top pizza box from her and tearing it open. "Aw, cheese." He tossed the box carelessly behind him, taking the next one and repeating the process until Agura had gone from seven teetering boxes to one.

"Ha! Finally! Come to papa!" Spinner cheered, finding his jalapeno and immediately plopping down on the Hub floor to eat it.

"Pizza here I come!" Zoom came in, snatching the box from Spinner.

"Oh heck to the N to the O!" Spinner snapped, jumping after him. "You bring that back right now or I'll-"

"What, G to the A to the Y?" Stanford pretended to snap sassily, mocking him.

"Alright, team up on the little guy, I see how it is!" Spinner crossed his arms. "If you guys wanna go, let's do it somewhere you don't have a giant height advantage…"

"Nerf wars?" Zoom suggested.

"Nerf wars." Stanford nodded back.

"Pizza first?" Spinner grinned hopefully.

"Always!"

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"Wait, guys, they got this order wrong, they should have sliced it into twelfths, not sixths!" AJ exclaimed.

"Oh heck to the N to the O!"

"How dare they?" Zoom said with dramatic mockery.

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" Spinner joined in.

"You guys get the gun, I'll grab the kitchen knives!" Stanford added.

"Don't forget the salt!"

"Ooh, scars?"

"More than Zeke can count."

"…You guys, it's just pizza…" AJ said confusedly, sending everyone into laughter. "I mean, if you care so much I'll go back to Zeke's-"

"I'll go back!" Agura volunteered instantly.

Wow. You are one smooth lady.

Whoregura, be nice!

Will you quit it with that nickname?

Sorry, would you prefer McSlut?

Knock it off...

'Big Rack?' 'WHORE-grain'? 'Sex and the Slutty?' 'Slut the front door'? 'P0rn on the cob'? 'Go with the blow?'

I swear, if you don't shut it-

I think you mean SLUT IT! Oh snap!

"No thanks Agura, I think I'll survive." AJ pouted.

"Okay." She nodded.

It's okay. I mean, I don't even know what we were thinking, going to see him again when you haven't even texted h-

Ooh! Do I hear a ringtone?

Meanwhile, as Agura's cell phone rang, her teammates had quieted their pizza eating and begun watching her, waiting to see who it was.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She rolled her eyes as they guiltily stopped staring (though not eavesdropping), and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Ello, Agura."

SQUEEEEEE!

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Oh." She took a deep breath. "Hey Chace; what's up?" Noticing the curious glances of her teammates, Agura stood up, leaving the room and heading for the main center of the Hub.

"Well, I know it's probably a little early to call, but I just couldn't wait any longer to ask you." Chace began.

"Ask me…?"

Eeeeee! He's gonna ask her out!

The intelligence of your innocent side never fails to amaze me.

I don't see YOU showing up to training!

There's no action there! None of the guys look cute at nine AM, and neither do I!

Well maybe if you didn't keep us up until one AM fantasizing about CERTAIN PEOPLE this wouldn't be a problem!

Hey, Vert, like Chace, is another fine male specimen! I MUST DISECT HIM IN OUR MIND FOR SCIENCE!

Science? Try sex ed!

Girl please, I could TEACH that class!

"I was wondering if you would be interested in dinner tomorrow night?" He asked; and if not for that accent he almost would have sounded shy.

But thank God for that accent! Okay, now, don't respond immediately, you wanna play hard to ge-

"Yes!" Agura responded immediately.

Imaginary face to the imaginary palm.

Must you ruin EVERY moment?

"Great; I'd love having someone to show me around town." Chace said smoothly. "Shall I pick you up at, say, seven?"

"Uhm, actually, how about I just meet you at the diner?" Agura suggested, not wanting Chace to be intimidated by seven interrogatory teammates.

Which she would have to explain eventually anyways…

Oh no, what if he thinks you live with them because of...you know...

I believe the term your innocent side is trying to imply is called 'prostitution,' and who cares? Make him think you've got the experience!

Do you see what I have to deal with in here?

I know, it's surprising I haven't been able to drag you into the dark side yet!

Agura sighed as her two "selves", one apparently nicknamed 'Whoregura', bickered and returned to the den.

"Moo varsh un te lone?" Spinner asked between mouthfuls.

"Moo maa muh what?" Agura shook her head, grabbing a box of pepperoni.

"Who was on the phone?" Spinner swallowed.

"Oh, just a new waiter at Zeke's." Agura tried to be causal.

Oh please. You could at least TRY to let them know you're in demand! Might help the blondie make a mo-ove...

AJ? Pass!

No, Vert, abstinence-for-brains!

"I hope this 'new waiter' apologized profusely for the pizza-cutting-crime he committed!" AJ grumbled.

"Wait, did you say new waiter? What about Grace?" Stanford exclaimed in terror.

"She's just sick, Stan, not married." Agura laughed.

"Oh." Stanford relaxed.

"She might as well be, with the chance Stanford has." Zoom snorted.

"Oh, like an Oompa-Loompa like you has a better one?" Stanford shot back.

***'Swimsuits and Stormshocks' reference anyone? READ IT!***

"I have a better chance than a soulless baby-eater!"

"Ohhoho, SUH-NAHYUP!" Spinner cheered. "Something's gonna go DOWWWWWN!"

"Soulless BABY-EATER?" Stanford exploded. "Why, you little cross eyed, rice eating-"

"Stereotyping?" Zoom suggested, darting out of the path of the pizza box hurtling towards him.

"Hey hey hey, man, leave the jalapenos out of this!" Spinner cried, rescuing the cardboard entryway to deliciousness. "Are you hurt, baby? He didn't mean it, aww…"

"Okay, well, I hate to interrupt your intimate moment with the slice of fat, but I'm starving." Zoom announced, taking the box.

"Alright, alright." Spinner gave in.

A/N: Do I EVER include Tezz in all this 'teamliness'?

…No…

Just assume he's in the corner over there.

Alone.

Silently watching you all.

PLANNING YOUR DEATHS…

And on that note, I hope you enjoyed!