A/N: Yippee! Another fic from the ME!!!!! I'm writing this for my
boyfriend's brother, and one of my pals, Sam! ^.^ *waves* Erm, yeah. This
is most definitely slash, because let's face it, Snitch x Skittery is just
damn cute. ^.^ Read and Review thanks! Speaking of reviews, thanks to
everyone who reviewed my one-shot Davey fic, "After So Long"! ^.^ They were
all really nice reviews! *hugs for all* I'm hoping to not make this a one-
shot, so let's cross our fingers, sprinkle some pixie dust, and AWAY WE GO!
(I don't own anything in this story but the sequencing of the words!)
(~Sometimes It's Not Enough~) By: Harlem
My name is Danny Rico. My friends call me Snitch. I'm 17 years old, and a junior in high school. I'm about 6 feet tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Yeah, I'm a sexy beast. When I'm not working my ass off at school, or working my mundane job at Walgreen's, I can be found on the stage. An actor. Yeah. That's pretty much my life. Now that you know me, I'm gonna confess to you the biggest secret of my life. It's even bigger than my sexuality, and let me tell you, everyone threw a FIT when that one came out. Honestly, they didn't see it coming? I thought the Chicago obsession would have tipped them off. Anyway, I figured I'd make you like me before I told you the thing that will make you think I'm a HORRIBLE person. Ready for it?
...I'm in love with my friend's boyfriend.
Yup. That's it. The terrible secret that would make my own mother disown me and throw me naked into the streets in winter. Well, maybe not THAT drastic, but she wouldn't like me too much. Now, before you get all huffy, I suppose I should explain. You see, I've been friends with those two since our freshman year. We all hang out with the same group of guys, and everything's cool. Well, no, everything's NOT cool. Argh. Maybe I should start from the beginning.
Sam and Patrick, or Skittery and Mush as we call them, have been together since the end of sophomore year. This was right after Skitts came out, and Mush broke up with Spot. The group of us found out they were together the day I happened to open the bathroom door and see them making out in the bathtub. Well, they had their clothes on. The bathtub was empty; they were just in there. Yeah. It kind of blew for me. I had a small crush on Skittery even back then. We had a real connection, or so I thought. Right down to the love of Chicago. I can't even count the numerous times we'd be driving in his car, singing All That Jazz at the top of our lungs. But, I guess he didn't have feelings for me the way I did about him.
Anyway, back to the story. After that day, they were almost inseparable. I barely ever saw Skittery anymore. But when I did, things were just like they had always been. We had those kinds of talks where we're talking about something completely serious, and then we'll just break into laughter. *sigh* But then he'd go somewhere and stick his tongue down Mush's throat. But I didn't make too big a deal out of it.
Then came the day that I figured out I was in love with him. I remember it was towards the end of August, because it was still hot outside. Our whole little group, Jack, Spot, Mush, Blink, Racetrack, Dutchy, Itey, David, and of course, the wonderful Skittery, was hanging out at Racetrack's house, him being the kid with the pool. It was general teenage boy fun. Throwing each other in the pool, eating, listening to loud music, fighting, more eating, and showing off. You know how those go. I was sitting on a chair in the backyard, sort of watching Mush through my shades. I was trying to figure out what Mush had that I didn't. Well, Mush climbed the ladder out of the pool, and it was kind of obvious. That guy was RIPPED. I saw the sun hitting the droplets on his perfectly sculpted chest as he rose, almost gracefully, out of the water. I glanced down at my own skinny, pale frame and sighed. There was really no contest. Plus, Mush had ten times the experience that I had. He'd been "out" longer, and was kind of a man-slut. For proof, there wasn't a single gay guy at my school, excepting myself of course, that Mush HADN'T made out with. A few straight ones too. But they don't remember, they were drunk. I was just about to get up and drown myself (not really), when I felt a large, strong hand on my shoulder.
"What's wrong, buddy?" I jumped out of my seat and turned to look into the big brown eyes of the object of my desire. I swear I almost melted into a little Snitchy puddle under the lawn chair.
"I-uh, nothing! Well, I mean..." I trailed off and just motioned to my torso. Skitts looked me up and down and then grinned at me.
"Having body image troubles? Hey, listen to me," he jerked his thumb in Mush's direction. "Don't compare yourself to Mushy-boy here. You're absolutely gorgeous the way you are." Well, if I hadn't melted before, I was entirely sure I was melting then. But he wasn't done. "Not all of us can be flawless sex gods like he is." He winked and walked over to his beautiful boyfriend. Mush wrapped his arms around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I definitely felt my heart stop beating. I don't think I'd ever heard anything more double-edged in my life. While everyone around me was having a great time, I felt like I was dying. That's when I realized what he thought really mattered to me. A lot. Love can hit you like a sack of dog shit, eh? I know that doesn't sound like too much to base "love" on, but I knew the feeling. You can't really mistake it. Actually, it quite possibly could have been lust, but you know, either way, it didn't matter, because I didn't have him, and Mush did.
A/N: WOOOO! Chapter one done! I know it's not the greatest, but the story will pick up, I swear! WOOOOO!
(~Sometimes It's Not Enough~) By: Harlem
My name is Danny Rico. My friends call me Snitch. I'm 17 years old, and a junior in high school. I'm about 6 feet tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Yeah, I'm a sexy beast. When I'm not working my ass off at school, or working my mundane job at Walgreen's, I can be found on the stage. An actor. Yeah. That's pretty much my life. Now that you know me, I'm gonna confess to you the biggest secret of my life. It's even bigger than my sexuality, and let me tell you, everyone threw a FIT when that one came out. Honestly, they didn't see it coming? I thought the Chicago obsession would have tipped them off. Anyway, I figured I'd make you like me before I told you the thing that will make you think I'm a HORRIBLE person. Ready for it?
...I'm in love with my friend's boyfriend.
Yup. That's it. The terrible secret that would make my own mother disown me and throw me naked into the streets in winter. Well, maybe not THAT drastic, but she wouldn't like me too much. Now, before you get all huffy, I suppose I should explain. You see, I've been friends with those two since our freshman year. We all hang out with the same group of guys, and everything's cool. Well, no, everything's NOT cool. Argh. Maybe I should start from the beginning.
Sam and Patrick, or Skittery and Mush as we call them, have been together since the end of sophomore year. This was right after Skitts came out, and Mush broke up with Spot. The group of us found out they were together the day I happened to open the bathroom door and see them making out in the bathtub. Well, they had their clothes on. The bathtub was empty; they were just in there. Yeah. It kind of blew for me. I had a small crush on Skittery even back then. We had a real connection, or so I thought. Right down to the love of Chicago. I can't even count the numerous times we'd be driving in his car, singing All That Jazz at the top of our lungs. But, I guess he didn't have feelings for me the way I did about him.
Anyway, back to the story. After that day, they were almost inseparable. I barely ever saw Skittery anymore. But when I did, things were just like they had always been. We had those kinds of talks where we're talking about something completely serious, and then we'll just break into laughter. *sigh* But then he'd go somewhere and stick his tongue down Mush's throat. But I didn't make too big a deal out of it.
Then came the day that I figured out I was in love with him. I remember it was towards the end of August, because it was still hot outside. Our whole little group, Jack, Spot, Mush, Blink, Racetrack, Dutchy, Itey, David, and of course, the wonderful Skittery, was hanging out at Racetrack's house, him being the kid with the pool. It was general teenage boy fun. Throwing each other in the pool, eating, listening to loud music, fighting, more eating, and showing off. You know how those go. I was sitting on a chair in the backyard, sort of watching Mush through my shades. I was trying to figure out what Mush had that I didn't. Well, Mush climbed the ladder out of the pool, and it was kind of obvious. That guy was RIPPED. I saw the sun hitting the droplets on his perfectly sculpted chest as he rose, almost gracefully, out of the water. I glanced down at my own skinny, pale frame and sighed. There was really no contest. Plus, Mush had ten times the experience that I had. He'd been "out" longer, and was kind of a man-slut. For proof, there wasn't a single gay guy at my school, excepting myself of course, that Mush HADN'T made out with. A few straight ones too. But they don't remember, they were drunk. I was just about to get up and drown myself (not really), when I felt a large, strong hand on my shoulder.
"What's wrong, buddy?" I jumped out of my seat and turned to look into the big brown eyes of the object of my desire. I swear I almost melted into a little Snitchy puddle under the lawn chair.
"I-uh, nothing! Well, I mean..." I trailed off and just motioned to my torso. Skitts looked me up and down and then grinned at me.
"Having body image troubles? Hey, listen to me," he jerked his thumb in Mush's direction. "Don't compare yourself to Mushy-boy here. You're absolutely gorgeous the way you are." Well, if I hadn't melted before, I was entirely sure I was melting then. But he wasn't done. "Not all of us can be flawless sex gods like he is." He winked and walked over to his beautiful boyfriend. Mush wrapped his arms around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I definitely felt my heart stop beating. I don't think I'd ever heard anything more double-edged in my life. While everyone around me was having a great time, I felt like I was dying. That's when I realized what he thought really mattered to me. A lot. Love can hit you like a sack of dog shit, eh? I know that doesn't sound like too much to base "love" on, but I knew the feeling. You can't really mistake it. Actually, it quite possibly could have been lust, but you know, either way, it didn't matter, because I didn't have him, and Mush did.
A/N: WOOOO! Chapter one done! I know it's not the greatest, but the story will pick up, I swear! WOOOOO!