Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies, don't own Incubus or any songs written by them.
Quick A/N: How many Incubus songs are hidden in this little fic? ;)
"I hate women! All of them!"
"Jesus Christ, Skittery, you've been locked up in here for a week! Come on, we're going outside."
"Snitch, leave me here in my sick, sad, little world."
"And turn off that Incubus CD! It's screwing with your already screwed up mind!"
"Dude... Are you insulting Incubus?"
"Ugh, that's not what I meant."
"Well, good. Now, leave me alone. I want to stay here in my room."
"I'm worried about you, Skitts. Seriously..."
"Don't be... I'm fine."
"You call this fine?! This place is a mess! There are photographs and empty bottles of God knows what! You're not fine, Skitts, and if I leave you locked up in here, I'll never be able to forgive myself."
"But... I can't go outside."
"Yes, you can!"
"No, I can't!"
"Oh, yeah? Why the hell not?
"Agoraphobia."
"SKITTERY, GET UP."
"For being so worried about me, you're not being very compassionate. OW! LET GO OF ME!"
"I am dragging you outside if you don't come willingly, and don't think that I won't."
"I don't have to think that you won't when I can see for myself that you already are! Snitch, you're hurting my arm!"
"It's not my fault you're so fucking heavy!"
"Dude... Are you calling me fat?"
"Skittery, stop being an idiot."
"You open that door and I will never forgive you."
"For some reason, I'm pretty sure you—."
"AHH! THE LIGHT! IT BUUUUUURNS!"
"Say 'hello' to Mr. Sunshine!"
"FUCK YOU, SNITCH! YOU ARE ZEE DEVEEL!"
"FUCK ME?! FUCKYOU! Look what she went and did to you! She took everything from you! Your heart, your soul, what was left of your mind—."
"Enough with the mind jokes..."
"— Everything! She was a leech, Skittery, a fucking leech!"
"... Look, Skitts—."
"I'm going back inside."
"Skittery, wait!"
"What, Snitch? All I want to do today is sit around, listen to some music, and sleep off everything that's happened the past week. I don't want to go outside, I don't want to talk... I just want to be alone."
"You hate being alone."
"... You know it..."
"What do you want, Snitch? Really?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want you to be happy. I hate seeing you like this! You don't see it, but not only are you hurting, but I am as well."
"Why? Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm hurting instead of pulling yourself into the whole combination? I don't want to be the reason that you're hurting."
"I know you don't. Just like how I don't want to be the reason that you're hurting."
"... Yeah... I know. I just..."
"Just what?"
"I..."
"... Snitch? Is something wrong? Was it something I said?"
"Skitts... I..."
"What is it?"
"I love you."
A/N: Short and sweet. :) Gotta love Snittery. I think I'm finally out of my little writing... slump... thing. Anyway, just a quick shout out to Saturday saying that I'm almost done with her one-shot! I've just had a tough couple weeks with school and play practices... :P I WILL get off my lazy arse and finish that soon! 3 ya!