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Mush began to wipe shaving cream off his face when he heard:

"I smell money!" Mush's best friend, Blink said happily.

Another guy sniffed and stated, "You smell foul!"

Blink turned around and lunged at Crutchy, the boy who had insulted him. Mush quickly stepped in and told Blink, "I met dis goil last night."

Mush drifted off into dreamland, thinking about her. Blink shook him roughly and, rolling his eye, told him, "Get on with da story!"

Mush jerked out of his reverie and grinned at Blink. "She's amazing. So, last night, when we was at Medda's, I met her. She's a waitress there, serves the people in da special boxes. I was up there and we started talkin'…."

Flashback— Mush was exploring. He'd never been to the top boxes at Medda's and decided to give it a go. The other guys were starting to play drinking games, and he wasn't too fond of them. He'd had a lot of bad experiences while drunk. He climbed up the stairs, hoping that the rooms would be empty. He didn't want to get kicked out. He opened the door to the first room, and glanced around. No one was there. Perfect. He stepped inside and closed the door, took one step and tripped over a chair leg. Mush swore as he regained his balance. "Who're you?" Mush whipped around and stared at the owner of the voice. It was a girl, about his age, with light brown hair and a glare. "How long have you been in here?" He asked her, amazed that he hadn't noticed her at all. "A lot longer than you have. Who are you and what are you doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well?" He vaguely noticed that she didn't have a New York accent. "Uhh, I'm Mush and I was just uhh, exploring." He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, miss. I'll just, uhh, get going."

She smiled at him. "You don't have to leave. I was just trying to study." She saw the look that crossed his face and finished, "It's just History, the most boring subject in the world. By all means, go ahead and distract me."

"I'd love to distract a pretty goil." Mush grinned flirtatiously at her. She blushed. "By the way, pretty goil, you know my name, but I ain't got a clue what yours is."

She blushed again, embarrassed. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. My name's Nicolette. You can call me Nicky, though. Only my teachers call me Nicolette." She made a face.

Mush grinned at her and asked, "So, can I call you Nick, den?"

She grinned and opened her mouth to reply when the door swung open. Medda stood in the doorway, smiling at them knowingly. "So, Mush, are you trying to chat up one of my waitresses? I could have you thrown out for misconduct." She winked at him.

"Well, I was trying to chat her up, but you walked in and ruined da moment," he said, grinning.

"And were you letting him, Nicky?"

Nicky nodded, laughing.

"Well, don't let me interrupt, then. I'll just be off. Oh! By the way, Mush, the boys are leaving in five minutes." Medda smiled and waved as she left.

Mush shot her a glance. "So," he asked, looking at his fingernails, "do you think I could distract youse next time I'm here?"

Yay! I love Mush. I'm writing this one w/o Hollywood (whose stories are amazing). Review and tell me what you think. Nicky's not a Mary-Sue, but if you think she is, please review and let me know.

-Note