A/N: I have massive writers block on my other story (heh ^_^;;) so I was
thinking about what I should write and out hopped this dandy plot bunny! A
few notes before we get started:
*This story is a slash story. Did you happen to read the title? If you want to know the pairings, read the story! It's all my favorites, plus Skitts/Snitch.
*Disclaimer: I don't own the songs I will be using. Nor do I own the artists. Some of the CDs I do own, though, and I own the Newsies on DVD. Hey, I have the power to make them do pelvic thrusts over...and over...and over...and-
Spot!Muse: We got it Alanna. Yous is sick. And twisted.
-_- my muses need obedience school.
*Last note, Spot in this story has a Brooklyn accent cause he's from...staten island. NO he's from Brooklyn, he got the accent, you got a problem? ::gives flowers to people that find something wrong with that:: Besides, it helps to distinguish him from the rest in group ^_^
Now, without further ado, the Prologue of Romance Night at the Karaoke Bar!
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Tomorrow is graduation. I know you're probably thinking, "Lucky them! They won't have school anymore! Now they'll be going off to collage, etc, etc..." Am I right? Thought so. Well, you're wrong. Graduating is NOT a good thing. All of us are going to be going off to different collages and will rarely see each other. Great, huh?
Oh, I'm sorry. I've been rude, forgive me. I've forgotten to introduce you to my friends. I'm Mush, by the way (you don't need to know our real names). That kind of shortish dirty blonde haired boy with the eyepatch is Kid-Blink, or just Blink. He's my boyfriend. The kid he's talking to, that tall, gangly, gothic-looking kid with the lip ring is Skittery. Standing next to him is Snitch. They don't know it, but they're in love.
The really short Italian kid with the cigar? He's Racetrack. He's staring at Spot. They went out for a short time, but it was really some stupid joke or something. Race never got over Spot though. Talking with Spot is Cowboy, or Jack. No, Jack isn't his real name. I don't really know why we call him Jack.... The girl he's got his arm around is Sarah. She's the only girl in our group because she's Jack's girlfriend and David's sister. David, by the way, is the guy wearing the button-down shirt and tight pants with the earring in his right ear. Don't laugh, it's not his fault if he's both flamboyant AND a geek. And yes, that is glitter.
Dutchy's the blonde kid with the backwards baseball cap and the glasses. He and Snitch are the only juniors in our group. Dutchy's flirting with Specs. Specs is too dense to realize it, though. Unless it's written out, he won't notice something even if it danced naked in front of him singing some sort of Broadway showtune. Strange, yet true.
Those are the only people you really need to know. There's also Bumlets, Snoddy, Swifty, Pie-Eater, Crutchy, and Itey, but they're not as close as the rest of us. None of them were there when I gave my idea, anyway. Who's that pig-nosed kid? Hm, I don't really know. Probably just some freshman. [1]
Now that the introductions are over, it's time to get on with the story. We were all standing around together, like we usually do; only this time was different. There was sadness among us, since we realized that this would probably be the last time all of us were in the same place at the same time. Some of us were staying in New York for collage, sure. But Blink, for example, was going to be at UCLA while I was here at Julliard. Shut up, it's sad.
And Spot refused to talk to Race because of their past relationship. And Snitch and Skitts would probably realize too late they love each other, and Dutchy would never get his man, and neither would David (did I forget to mention? Dave loves Jack).
So that's why I came up with this idea...
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"Hey, guys!" Mush said, running over to join his friends. Most of them stopped talking, but Spot continued his conversation with Jack. "Spot come on, I got something important to say!" Spot glared at Mush, but stopped talking.
"What is it, Mush?" Blink asked, putting an arm around Mush and kissing his cheek.
"Well, you know most of us are graduating tomorrow-"
"No shizz, Sherlock." [2]
"Racetrack, be nice. Go on, Mushee."
"I was thinking we could go to the karaoke bar tonight and spend our last time together doing something fun."
Spot snorted. "You know, Broadway boy, not everyone sings as good as you and ya boyfriend." Skittery cleared his throat. "And Skitts," Spot added. Skitts nodded.
"I think it's a good idea," Dutchy said.
"It'll be fun," Snitch added enthusiastically.
There were other murmurs of agreement. "Looks like you're outnumbered, Spot," Jack said to him.
"Shut up Cowboy."
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Spot," Blink said. Mush stepped on his foot. "Ow, oh! You could always just watch," he added hurriedly.
Spot snorted. "Fine, I'll come. Don't expect me ta sing, though."
Mush smiled. "Great. So, we should meet there at six?"
Most of them nodded. Mush, Blink, Dutchy, and Specs began walking to the bus stop.
"Shoot me now," Spot muttered.
David said, "Maybe you'll end up liking it."
"Maybe pigs'll fly," he retorted.
Everyone slowly departed. Racetrack was still leaning against the fence, smoking away. He and Spot ended up being left together. Race looked up. "Hey...Spot?"
Spot realized he was alone with Race, so he just spun on his heel and walked off in a huff. Racetrack sighed and stamped out his cigar before heading in the opposite direction.
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Jack, Sarah, and David were the first to get to the karaoke bar. They stood outside and waited for the rest to come. The bus pulled up and off came Racetrack, Specs, and Dutchy. Mush came around the corner with Blink in his arms. Race rolled his eyes as Mush put Blink down and gave him a swift kiss.
"Any sign of Snitch, Skitts, or Spot?" Blink asked, flipping Race the birdie.
"Speak of the devil," Specs said, faking surprise and pretending to faint as Skittery pulled up in his little red sportscar with Snitch riding shotgun. Dutchy laughed over-enthusiastically. Blink just hit Specs over the side of the head and Mush called out, "Hey guys!"
"Hey. Where's Spot?" Snitch asked as he and Skittery crossed the street to join them.
"Maybe he chickened out."
"Maybe he got lost."
"Maybe he got hit by a truck."
"Maybe rabid monkeys ate his balls."
"Blink!!"
"Hey, it could happen..."
"Maybe he drowned."
"Maybe he was abducted by aliens."
"Maybe yous should all shut up and turn around."
The group spun and cried out "Spot!" as the short blonde joined them. Dutchy ran up and jumped on him, knocking him down while giving him a massive hug. Spot shoved him off and stood up. "So, yous just gonna stand hea or are we actually gonna go in?"
Jack motioned, and they entered the bar.
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[1] A half-naked Newsie dipped in chocolate for whoever can guess who the pig-nosed kid is
[2] shizz- my pathetic attempt at keeping this story rated PG
*This story is a slash story. Did you happen to read the title? If you want to know the pairings, read the story! It's all my favorites, plus Skitts/Snitch.
*Disclaimer: I don't own the songs I will be using. Nor do I own the artists. Some of the CDs I do own, though, and I own the Newsies on DVD. Hey, I have the power to make them do pelvic thrusts over...and over...and over...and-
Spot!Muse: We got it Alanna. Yous is sick. And twisted.
-_- my muses need obedience school.
*Last note, Spot in this story has a Brooklyn accent cause he's from...staten island. NO he's from Brooklyn, he got the accent, you got a problem? ::gives flowers to people that find something wrong with that:: Besides, it helps to distinguish him from the rest in group ^_^
Now, without further ado, the Prologue of Romance Night at the Karaoke Bar!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Tomorrow is graduation. I know you're probably thinking, "Lucky them! They won't have school anymore! Now they'll be going off to collage, etc, etc..." Am I right? Thought so. Well, you're wrong. Graduating is NOT a good thing. All of us are going to be going off to different collages and will rarely see each other. Great, huh?
Oh, I'm sorry. I've been rude, forgive me. I've forgotten to introduce you to my friends. I'm Mush, by the way (you don't need to know our real names). That kind of shortish dirty blonde haired boy with the eyepatch is Kid-Blink, or just Blink. He's my boyfriend. The kid he's talking to, that tall, gangly, gothic-looking kid with the lip ring is Skittery. Standing next to him is Snitch. They don't know it, but they're in love.
The really short Italian kid with the cigar? He's Racetrack. He's staring at Spot. They went out for a short time, but it was really some stupid joke or something. Race never got over Spot though. Talking with Spot is Cowboy, or Jack. No, Jack isn't his real name. I don't really know why we call him Jack.... The girl he's got his arm around is Sarah. She's the only girl in our group because she's Jack's girlfriend and David's sister. David, by the way, is the guy wearing the button-down shirt and tight pants with the earring in his right ear. Don't laugh, it's not his fault if he's both flamboyant AND a geek. And yes, that is glitter.
Dutchy's the blonde kid with the backwards baseball cap and the glasses. He and Snitch are the only juniors in our group. Dutchy's flirting with Specs. Specs is too dense to realize it, though. Unless it's written out, he won't notice something even if it danced naked in front of him singing some sort of Broadway showtune. Strange, yet true.
Those are the only people you really need to know. There's also Bumlets, Snoddy, Swifty, Pie-Eater, Crutchy, and Itey, but they're not as close as the rest of us. None of them were there when I gave my idea, anyway. Who's that pig-nosed kid? Hm, I don't really know. Probably just some freshman. [1]
Now that the introductions are over, it's time to get on with the story. We were all standing around together, like we usually do; only this time was different. There was sadness among us, since we realized that this would probably be the last time all of us were in the same place at the same time. Some of us were staying in New York for collage, sure. But Blink, for example, was going to be at UCLA while I was here at Julliard. Shut up, it's sad.
And Spot refused to talk to Race because of their past relationship. And Snitch and Skitts would probably realize too late they love each other, and Dutchy would never get his man, and neither would David (did I forget to mention? Dave loves Jack).
So that's why I came up with this idea...
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"Hey, guys!" Mush said, running over to join his friends. Most of them stopped talking, but Spot continued his conversation with Jack. "Spot come on, I got something important to say!" Spot glared at Mush, but stopped talking.
"What is it, Mush?" Blink asked, putting an arm around Mush and kissing his cheek.
"Well, you know most of us are graduating tomorrow-"
"No shizz, Sherlock." [2]
"Racetrack, be nice. Go on, Mushee."
"I was thinking we could go to the karaoke bar tonight and spend our last time together doing something fun."
Spot snorted. "You know, Broadway boy, not everyone sings as good as you and ya boyfriend." Skittery cleared his throat. "And Skitts," Spot added. Skitts nodded.
"I think it's a good idea," Dutchy said.
"It'll be fun," Snitch added enthusiastically.
There were other murmurs of agreement. "Looks like you're outnumbered, Spot," Jack said to him.
"Shut up Cowboy."
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Spot," Blink said. Mush stepped on his foot. "Ow, oh! You could always just watch," he added hurriedly.
Spot snorted. "Fine, I'll come. Don't expect me ta sing, though."
Mush smiled. "Great. So, we should meet there at six?"
Most of them nodded. Mush, Blink, Dutchy, and Specs began walking to the bus stop.
"Shoot me now," Spot muttered.
David said, "Maybe you'll end up liking it."
"Maybe pigs'll fly," he retorted.
Everyone slowly departed. Racetrack was still leaning against the fence, smoking away. He and Spot ended up being left together. Race looked up. "Hey...Spot?"
Spot realized he was alone with Race, so he just spun on his heel and walked off in a huff. Racetrack sighed and stamped out his cigar before heading in the opposite direction.
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Jack, Sarah, and David were the first to get to the karaoke bar. They stood outside and waited for the rest to come. The bus pulled up and off came Racetrack, Specs, and Dutchy. Mush came around the corner with Blink in his arms. Race rolled his eyes as Mush put Blink down and gave him a swift kiss.
"Any sign of Snitch, Skitts, or Spot?" Blink asked, flipping Race the birdie.
"Speak of the devil," Specs said, faking surprise and pretending to faint as Skittery pulled up in his little red sportscar with Snitch riding shotgun. Dutchy laughed over-enthusiastically. Blink just hit Specs over the side of the head and Mush called out, "Hey guys!"
"Hey. Where's Spot?" Snitch asked as he and Skittery crossed the street to join them.
"Maybe he chickened out."
"Maybe he got lost."
"Maybe he got hit by a truck."
"Maybe rabid monkeys ate his balls."
"Blink!!"
"Hey, it could happen..."
"Maybe he drowned."
"Maybe he was abducted by aliens."
"Maybe yous should all shut up and turn around."
The group spun and cried out "Spot!" as the short blonde joined them. Dutchy ran up and jumped on him, knocking him down while giving him a massive hug. Spot shoved him off and stood up. "So, yous just gonna stand hea or are we actually gonna go in?"
Jack motioned, and they entered the bar.
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[1] A half-naked Newsie dipped in chocolate for whoever can guess who the pig-nosed kid is
[2] shizz- my pathetic attempt at keeping this story rated PG