A/N: Alright. I'm slightly breaking my rules of only posting completed fics on here, but I've been working on this for like...two years, and I've got little over half of it done. I just really wanted to post it. So I am. The world needs more Lazytown fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: No, sadly, I do not own Lazytown or any of its characters. I do, however, own Amy. She is MINE!

Enjoy!

Stephanie stood back to admire her work. The guest room of her Uncle Milford's house was all nice and clean, ready to host. The bed was made, with fresh, green sheets. The floor was devoid of any trash, as was the desk in case her cousin wanted to write. There was even an apple waiting on the fluffed-up pillow, a bright red spot on the greenness.

"Stephanie! Is everything ready?" Uncle Milford called from the kitchen.

"Yes, Uncle!" she replied happily.

"Have you told your friends about Amy's visit?"

Stephanie felt her eyes widen. "I knew I was forgetting something," she mumbled to herself. With that, she ran out of the room, through the kitchen, and out the door. "ByeUncleMilford!"

Milford watched the pink blur rush past and chuckled to himself.

"Heya, Pinky!" Trixie said upon spotting the pink blur heading towards them. Trixie passed the basketball to Ziggy, who threw it towards the goal. It missed, but then a blue blur caught the rebound and threw it. The ball bounced off a bench, then off the ground, then swished through the basket.

"Sportacus!" Ziggy exclaimed, beaming. The blue blur and pink blur stopped at the same time, becoming Sportacus and Stephanie, respectively. Stephanie was slightly out of breath, but Sportacus wasn't even winded.

"What's the rush, Pinky?" Trixie asked, ignoring Stingy as he picked up the basketball with a mutter of "Mine".

"Yeah. You were running pretty fast," Pixel noted, walking to join them from the opposite end of the court. The four kids and Sportacus all looked to Stephanie eagerly. What neither of them noticed was the periscope peering up at them from behind a nearby tree.

Stephanie smiled at them. "I forgot to tell you all that my cousin is coming to visit!" she said with a huge grin.

"What?!" six voices shouted. Stingy dropped his basketball, which bounced towards the periscope and hit it.

Belowground, in his hidden lair, Robbie Rotten's periscope spun from the force of the ball and hit him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Visions of two Stephanies running and jumping around swarmed his brain, horrifying him. "Two of them?" he shouted to himself. "Lazytown can't even handle ONE spunky pink girl!" He looked up at his periscope, which was still spinning slowly. "I have to find this girl before Sportadoofus convinces her to be healthy!" Robbie picked himself up and ran out of his lair, determined to find this mysterious cousin.

Meanwhile, Stephanie was telling her friends all about Amy. "She's older than I am. She's not Uncle Milford's daughter—she's on my mom's side. She's really fun to hang out with, though, and she loves playing."

"She sounds nice," Ziggy said, munching on a lollipop.

"She is! You'll all love her!"

"I'm sure we will," Sportacus agreed with a grin. "I know, why don't we have a welcome party for her?"

Stephanie felt her grin grow even wider. "That's a great idea, Sportacus!"

"I'll bring candy," Ziggy volunteered.

"I'll print some decorations," Pixel said, jumping immediately into the planning.

"I'll get the music," Trixie said.

"I'll bring…" Stingy thought for a moment. "Well, she can't have anything that's mine."

"Stingy…" everyone said, looking at him.

"Fine!" the rich kid huffed. "I'll bring cups and plates."

"What about you, Sportacus?" Stephanie turned to the almost-hero of Lazytown.

Sportacus put a hand to his chin and pondered. "I'll bring sports candy and equipment for games," he finally said.

"Great! We'll set up here in five minutes, okay?" Stephanie looked at all her friends. "Thank you so much for helping with this. I just know Amy will appreciate it." With that, the enthusiastic group split to get their items for the welcoming party.

While the gang set up and waited for the arrival of Stephanie's cousin, the girl in question was actually wandering around Lazytown.

"I knew I should've called Uncle Milford and told him I was getting here earlier than we thought," she said to herself. She shrugged. "Oh well."

Amy finally spotted a bench in front of a yellow wall. She looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but there were no people in sight. She grinned. "Awesome." She dragged her green suitcase to the bench and plopped down on it. Once she was comfortable, she pulled a green backpack off her back and unzipped it, pulling out a book. "I can totally finish the last three chapters before figuring out where I am."

She didn't sense that she was being watched by none other than Robbie Rotten, the town villain. He was currently spying on her from behind the wall. After all, it was always better to have an idea of what you're dealing with. And Robbie needed to know exactly what this new girl was like.

She seemed to be fond of green, which made him immediately prefer her to Pinky. She was definitely older; Pinky was around 12, and this girl had to be at least 19 or 20. She had medium-length emerald green hair that was in two braids on the sides of her head. To complete the green ensemble, she wore a green quarter-sleeve shirt and light green capris, with green tennis shoes. But she wasn't moving around like Pinky would be. Instead, Robbie noted, she seemed content to sit and read.

Now, reading was still being productive, in its own way, but at least she was being fake lazy.

Robbie straightened. It was time to make a move. He sauntered out from behind the wall, and that's when he saw the bracelet. It was green, so he assumed it was the girl's. She must've dropped it while wandering around. He picked it up, then had an epiphany. What better way to become friends with her and make sure she stayed away from Sportacus than to return a bracelet? That'd definitely make him seem nice!

Amy was only three pages away from finishing her book when a voice spoke. "Is this yours?"

"BAH!" she screamed.

"BAH!" the other person screamed, and fell over. She saw that it was a man with black hair. He wore a dark purple long-sleeved shirt underneath a striped mauve vest with matching pants.

"I am so sorry!" Amy set her book down and jumped to help him up. "I didn't mean to scream at you. I was just really into my book, and then you scared me."

"This is what I get when I try to be the good guy," he muttered.

"What was that?" Amy asked.

"Nothing!" he said, too quickly. Amy wanted to laugh at him, but she didn't want to make him feel bad, so she didn't. Instead she held out a hand, which he looked at suspiciously before accepting it. She pulled him to his feet, where he dusted himself off.

"I'm Amy," she said.

"Robbie Ro—just call me Robbie," he said, still brushing himself off. "So…what brings you to Lazytown?"

Amy sat back down on the bench. "I'm visiting my cousin and my uncle for the summer," she replied.

Robbie pretended to be interested. "And who is your cousin?" he asked.

"Stephanie." Robbie flinched at the name, and Amy let her laugh out this time. "I'm guessing you know her?"

Robbie put a finger to his chin. "Does she wear pink?"

"A lot of it, yes."

"Does she like dancing?"

"All the time!"

"Does she try to ruin a certain individual's plans to make Lazytown lazy like it used to be before she came here?"

"Uhm…" Amy wasn't sure how to answer that last one. "Maybe?"

"Nope. Don't know her. Don't want to, from the sound of it."

Amy let loose a full laugh at the obvious lie. "She's a bit perky, and sometimes it gets a little annoying, but she's a great person."

"Says you."

There was an awkward silence between them, during which Amy kept looking from Robbie to her book. She just wanted to finish it. She had three pages—three pages—left!

Robbie kept looking from his feet to Amy. He half-expected her to jump up and start moving around, but she just sat there, giving no intentions of moving. In fact, she looked like she just wanted to finish her book. "You can read if you want," he finally said. Immediately, her face brightened with a grin. It actually made him want to smile back at her.

"Really? I only have three pages left. It won't take long, I promise!" No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was reading. Robbie stood there, feeling awkward. Should he sit next to her?

"I'll be right back," he said Amy didn't give any indication that she'd heard him, so he slunk away. He heard music nearby, and he followed it. When he saw the basketball court, he saw that it had been decorated for Amy. A huge 'Welcome' sign was on the goal, and there were balloons and streamers. There was a table with candy, cake, and fruit. One of the brats was at a music stand. The others were standing around, waiting.

"Where's your cousin, Stephanie?" one of the brats, the greedy one, asked. Stephanie shrugged, but she looked slightly worried.

"Boo," a voice whispered next to him.

Robbie jumped and fell over again. Amy stood over him, laughing. She held out a hand, and he took it. "Sorry. Couldn't resist."

"What happened to reading your book?" he demanded, slightly insulted that she'd snuck up on him.

"Finished it. I toldja, I'm a fast reader." She grinned at him, and once again he felt the insane urge to smile back. He ignored it, instead pointing towards the basketball court.

"I think that's for you," he said.

Amy followed his finger with her eyes, finally spotting the party. "Oh my goodness! Steph threw a party for me? That's so nice of her!" She looked back at him. "Come on! Let's go!"

"Me?" Robbie immediately thought of how everyone would react if he showed up. "No, I can't, I have cake to eat, and—,"

"There's cake there," Amy argued.

"I really shouldn't," he protested, but then Amy grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the party. When their hands touched, he suddenly didn't want her to let go. Any desire to not attend the party left him, and he let her pull him along.

"Hi, guys," Amy said when they reached the rest of them. The group of waiting kids and hero spun around at her appearance.

"AMY!" Stephanie screamed, then ran to her cousin. They hugged, forcing Amy to let go of Robbie's hand, to his—well, what exactly was it? Was he sad about it? No, he couldn't be. But as he watched while Stephanie and Amy embraced, he found himself wondering what it'd be like if she was hugging him.

There was a flash of light as someone took a picture. Stephanie pulled away from her cousin. "Guys, this is Amy, my cousin!" she said. Amy waved at her cousin's friends.

"Hi," she said boldly.

"I'm Ziggy," the candy-obsessed kid said, ever the friendliest of the group. He offered Amy a piece of candy, which she accepted.

"Nice to meetcha!" Amy replied. She looked at the others. One in general caught her eye—the only other 'grownup' besides herself and Robbie. He was dressed in sporty clothes, all blue and white, and he had a mustache that stuck straight out. It was funny, actually, in a cute way.

"This is Stingy," Stephanie continued introducing the kids. Amy smiled at Stingy, who reluctantly shook her hand. "And this is Trixie." The pigtailed girl nodded at Amy, who nodded back. "And that's Pixel. He likes computers." Pixel was currently messing with the sound system, trying to make the music louder.

"Hi, Amy," he said.

"Hey there, Pixel," Amy replied, giving him a wave. Then she faced the other man. "And you are?"

"I'm Sportacus!" the almost-hero grinned. He had extremely white teeth, Amy noted. And why was he wearing goggles on his head?

Robbie saw Amy staring at Sportacus, and felt his stomach sink. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want her meeting Sportacus at all. He disliked the hero, but when Amy smiled at him, Robbie felt his dislike grow stronger. What was going on with him?

Amy was still trying to puzzle out the goggles when everyone noticed who had come to the party with her.

"Robbie Rotten!" Stingy exclaimed. They all turned to the villain.

"What? Where?" Robbie looked behind him, then realized they meant him. "Oh, I mean…present?"

"I guess you all know each other already?" Amy asked hesitantly.

"Wait, you know him?" Sportacus asked, pointing from Amy to Robbie.

Amy took a step towards Robbie (which made him smile internally). "Yeah. He's the first person I met when I got here."

"Robbie said hi?" Trixie asked dubiously.

"Well, he actually scared me—"

"That sounds more like him—"

"But I scared him, too, and then we talked a bit. What?" Everyone was staring at her. "It's not like he's a bad guy or anything." There was silence. "Oooor maybe he is? Whatever. We're friends, so it doesn't matter." She turned to Robbie, who looked like he wanted to be far, far away from the situation. "We are friends, right?"

"What?" Robbie blinked and looked at her. She wanted to be friends with him? But hadn't everyone just implied that he wasn't a good guy? "Friends?" She grinned and winked at him. He noticed that she had brown eyes, then shook himself mentally. "Well, I suppose we are." Her smile got even bigger, which he didn't think was possible but it was, and the twirling feeling in his stomach returned.

"Right, then." Amy looked back at the others. "Anyone got a problem with Robbie being here?"

No one said anything.

"Good. He's here on my invite." With that, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the cake. "You said you wanted cake. Here ya go!"

Right at that moment, Pixel got the speakers working better, and music blasted. What followed once the awkwardness was broken was much eating, talking, picture-taking, and dancing. Amy even convinced Robbie to participate in a game of basketball, although it was for a short amount of time. Once the others saw that Robbie wasn't up to anything, they grew much more relaxed.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Robbie Rotten played a game," Sportacus said to Stephanie as they took a sports candy break. Stephanie took a bite of her apple.

"Me neither. I don't know why he is now."

"I think it's your cousin," the slightly-above-average hero replied. Stephanie gave him a questioning look. "Look at them!" he said, gesturing with his head as he took a bite out of a banana.

Stephanie watched Amy and Robbie. They interacted with the other kids, although there was a brief moment when Stingy tried to steal the ball from Robbie, and Robbie wouldn't let go. But the more she watched, the more she noticed that Amy kept looking at Robbie, and Robbie kept looking at Amy. If they happened to be looking at the same time, Amy would smile, and Robbie would fumble with the basketball (usually allowing Trixie to steal it from him). Suddenly, Stephanie gasped.

"Do you think they like each other?" she asked her friend.

Sportacus shrugged. "Maybe. They've only know each other for a day, though." The two watched until Amy shouted at them.

"Hey! Don't just stand around!" Amy then threw the ball towards them. Sportacus leapt into the air and caught it easily, which made Amy's mouth drop open.

Stephanie noticed that Robbie's eyes grew squinty when he saw that Amy was paying attention to Sportacus. She giggled; he liked her cousin. It was obvious. Once Amy returned her gaze towards him, his eyes un-squinted, and he almost smiled. Stephanie giggled some more, and then she had an idea. A brilliant idea.

She ran to Trixie, who was in the middle of the court.

Amy ran past the two girls, ball in hand. She passed it to Sportacus, who threw it and made a basket. He threw the ball back to her, and she threw it to Robbie, who caught it, barely. He stood there, having no idea what to do with the ball.

"Throw it!" she called. Robbie looked at the goal, then closed his eyes and threw the ball. He opened one eye to watch as the ball soared through the air, and when it made it through the goal, he actually whooped, as did everyone else on the court.

At that moment, more dance music began playing. "Everybody grab a partner!" Stephanie shouted, running to join them with Trixie following. Stephanie grabbed Sportacus, Trixie grabbed Ziggy, and Pixel and Stingy stood to the side, refusing to dance. This left Amy and Robbie together. Robbie looked at Amy, who shrugged, then grabbed his hand. What followed was an intense dance party. Stephanie and Sportacus were clearly the better dancers, but Amy and Robbie seemed to be having the most fun.

Robbie hated exercise. He wanted to loaf around, be unhealthy. But for some reason, he was enjoying himself. He was tired from all the playing and dancing, but when Amy smiled at him, he found more energy to keep going. It was weird.

And he loved it. Well, he secretly did, but he felt like he was supposed to hate it, so he kept telling himself that he was having an okay time. Not a fantastic time, just an okay time.

Amy, on the other hand, was exhausted. She'd been traveling all day, and then a surprise party. She was having a great time, yes, but the more she danced, the more tired she got. She was also puzzling over everyone's reaction towards Robbie. They acted like he was a villain to be suspicious of. Why? He didn't seem like a bad guy—he was pretty fun to spend time with. And he was adorkable—adorable in a dorky way. She wanted to continue to spend time with him for the whole summer. When he made the basket, it was as if he'd never done something like that before. When he'd whooped, she'd wanted to hug him—but then the music had played, so instead she grabbed his hand and started dancing.

The music finally ended. Robbie was only slightly tired. He looked to Amy, eager for more, but then she yawned, and he realized that she was tired. Not just tired. She was exhausted. A part of him said to just leave her be, and for him to go home. He ignored that voice and led her to a bench. She slumped down on it instantly.

"I didn't realize how tired I was until now," she said with a chuckle. Robbie looked from her to the table of food. He spotted a banana and suddenly, he remembered how Sportakook kept saying that fruit gave people energy. He rushed to the table and grabbed the banana before grabbing a piece of cake for himself.

"Hungry?" he asked, offering Amy the banana. She reached for it, and to his surprise, grabbed the cake instead.

"Yeah! Thanks," she said, taking a bite. She sighed. "I love cake. Sure, it's not healthy, but sugar is so good."

In that moment, Robbie realized that he really liked this new girl. She wasn't as energetic as Pinky and the kids, and she liked sugar. All he needed to do was convince her to eat it all the time, and his job was done! It'd be easy.

"Amy! We're gonna play a game of soccer before it gets dark. Wanna play?" Stephanie asked, joining them.

Amy sighed. "Steph, I'm pretty tired. I'd love to join, but I think I'm just gonna go to Uncle Milford's and chill."

Stephanie hid her disappointment. "Oh. Okay." She smiled. "We can play tomorrow!"

"Yeah," Amy nodded. "I just need a chance to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll be ready to have fun."

Robbie looked from the pink girl to the green girl. He watched as Amy stood up, stretched, then began saying goodbyes to the rest of the kids. She returned to the bench to grab her suitcase and backpack. "Robbie?" she said, tilting her head towards him.

Robbie twitched, not used to people saying his name in a nice way. "Yeah?" he replied, slightly gruff.

"Thanks for hanging with me today." Amy smiled, and this time, instead of resisting it, Robbie smiled back. It felt weird on his face, and it probably looked more like a smirk, but it was genuine. "See you tomorrow?"

"Probably," he answered, still smiling. His face was starting to hurt, but he didn't want to stop, either. Why not?

"Awesome!" And then Amy hugged him. She smelled like a mixture of fruit and candy. Normally, the smell of fruit made him sick, but somehow, the two scents mixed together in a good way. He stood there stiffly. He hated hugs almost as much as he hated Sportacus. He hated it when people touched him, and he hated it when bratty little kids wrapped their arms around him. Amy was not a bratty kid, though. She was older, and she liked cake, and she didn't seem to be as playful as the rest of them.

Maybe, just maybe, he could actually make a friend this summer.

Then the hug ended, Amy's arms were gone, and Robbie was watching her walk towards her uncle's house. He stood there for a moment, staring after her and wondering why he was sad to see her leave. When he turned around, all the other kids were watching him with confused expressions. "What?" he snapped. "I like the color green!"

Trixie snickered, and he ignored her. Instead, he stomped off, ready to go home and eat more junk before finally going to sleep. He pretended that the kids weren't there and that Sportakook was gone, which lifted his mood only slightly.

When he finally reached his lair and sank down into his orange chair, he realized that he still had Amy's green bracelet. Somehow it had wound its way onto his wrist. He stared at it until he fell asleep, all the while thinking about how it was almost the exact same color as Amy's hair.