Disclaimer: You know, I'm really amazed that all you bright kids (-cough-) out there haven't figured out by now that I DON'T OWN NEWSIES. None of us lowly fanfiction writers do. If we did, would we really be writing fanfiction about it? I also don't own the song 'I Know You' by Sloan. Or the song 'The View from the Afternoon' by Arctic Monkeys.
Chapter One – I Know You
"You've GOT to be shittin' me," Spot yelped. "You are shittin' me, right, Jacky?"
Spot and his two best friends, Jack and Racetrack, climbed the stairs to the top floor of the dormitory, lugging their work for the day with them.
"'Fraid not, Spot," Jack replied dryly. "Apparently I've got a talent."
"But come on, Jack—CHOIR?!" Spot unlocked the door to the room he shared with Jack. "Race, you can bum here if you don't wanna deal with that Delancey ass. Anyway, Jack, that's SO GAY."
Racetrack dropped his bookbag on the floor and pointed out, "Hey, I'm in choir, too."
"Spot, I am gay. Come to think of it, you are too. Maybe you should join."
"Right, Jack. When hell freezes over, I'll consider it."
Spot sat on his bed, leaning against the wall moaning under his breath about, "CHOIR, of all things!"
Racetrack, who was sharing Spot's bed while Jack lay on his drinking something (probably alcoholic) out of an unlabeled glass bottle, said, "Spot, d'you even care that I'm in choir?"
"No, I don't," Spot grunted.
Jack explained, "Things don't ruin your reputation, Race. Everybody thinks your old man's in the mafia, so you can do whatever the hell you want and nobody's gonna think any less of you."
Racetrack laughed. "People're still hanging on to that? Don't they realize that there's no way a mafia man would be allowed to marry an Irish woman?"
"ANYWAY," Spot cut in, "Choir is so gay you may as well change your name to MUSH."
Jack snorted.
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The girl slammed on the brakes at a stoplight. "David, you realize I got expelled, right? That means we're both leaving and going to that dumb boarding school Mama wants us at. Aren't you at least a little pissed?"
David shook his head. "Sarah, I have no friends there, remember?"
"Oh, yeah..."
Sometimes David wondered if she was completely stupid... then he remembered all the shit she'd pulled at their old school and gotten away with it, and he realized his sister was probably a fucking genius.
"Um, so, Mama said we're starting our new school tomorrow already."
"Alright."
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Bumlets sniffed as he wiped the back of his hand across his brow, careful not to snag his goggles on his expensive Armani sweater. "WHY are we doing this?" he asked the other four members of his elitist group of friends.
Next to him, Dutchy, the most laid-back of the five, said, "We need to pass. What I wanna know is why you're wearing goggles to dissect a frog."
Pie Eater, Snoddy, and Swifty all looked at Bumlets expectantly.
"Well, you can never be too sure."
After their frog dissection, Bumlets stalked up to his dorm with Pie Eater, Snoddy, and Swifty in tow. Dutchy had opted out to go back to his own room, claiming a headache.
"Bet he's just decided to ditch us for that loser boyfriend of his, Specs," Yawned Snoddy from Swifty's bed.
"They are so disgusting," Bumlets said as he removed a vodka from his dresser.
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"Now be totally honest with me—does this shirt scream gay or does this shirt scream gay?"
"Uh, Snitch—anything on you screams gay. Especially anythings of the pale yellow variety," Blink pointed out nonchalantly, acting as if he didn't have his hand down his boyfriend's pants.
"Yeah," added Mush, "You're pretty much the epitome of gay."
With a contemptuous snort, Snitch replied, "Says the gayest guy on earth."
Skittery tugged on Snitch's shirt hem, pulling him down on his lap. "Well I think you look fabulous," he said, kissing Snitch lightly.
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"Sarah, dear, it's quite a drive, so perhaps you should start tonight," Esther Jacobs suggested over dinner.
David took a sip of milk and asked, "Where are we going?"
"It's just a nice boarding school in New York City..."
"Mama," Sarah said, "Didn't you say we'd NEVER go back to New York City?"
Their mother sniffed. "That seemed best... at the time... but Mayer and I now think it would be most beneficial for you two to re-experience the atmosphere and maybe..." Esther broke off, looking at her husband.
"It's a nice school, kids, let's leave it at that."
"Um... what part of New York City?" Sarah sat down her spoon, narrowing her eyes at her parents. They had moved to Wisconsin after David's eleventh birthdya when his group of inseperable friends nearly got David killed (by accident, of cours), and vowed never to return.
"Ah... Manhattan," their mother said.
Both David's and Sarah's eyes widened.
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Dutchy let himself into his room and collapsed on his bed, immediately more at home among the pot stink and messy sheets that was the room he shared with his boyfriend. Unfortunately, Specs was still out somewhere, so he lit up a joint and murmured to himself, "Welcome home..."
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The atmosphere of Snitch's dorm was of subdued sexuality—both couples were making out, but neither was going any further, although they wanted to.
If anyone had asked Snitch why, he'd have said, "Fucked if I know."
Then Skittery'd add, "And fucked if you don't," and happily obliged.
But as it was, they just all sat on the beds kissing.
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That night, Racetrack fell asleep in Spot's bed, which was not an unusual occurrence. Consequently, he was the first to wake up in the morning so he could run over to his room and grab a new set of clothing before breakfast. However, all thoughts to that effect deserted him once he got out in the hall.
Standing in the middle of the hall, surrounded by suitcases and glaring at the packet of paper in his hand, was a new kid.
Race ran back into Jack and Spot's room and woke them yelling, "NEW KID!"
The two got out of bed and, Spot in the nude (because that's how he slept) and Jack in just his boxers, went down the halls waking everybody and informing them of the situation.
Meanwhile, Racetrack strode over to the new kid and asked, "What's your name?"
"David," he replied, holding out a hand. "David Jacobs."
Race didn't take the hand—he was too busy staring at the boy in front of him. "Mouth?" he asked incredulously.
David's head jerked up from his packet. He blinked at Race and then asked in a hushed voice, "Racetrack?!"
"The very same. GUYS, THE NEW KID'S MOUTH!"
David didn't remember much from the next half hour or so, but he knew he met most of the kids his age from his childhood group of friends.
"This is weird," he said after clapping his old friend Jack into a hug. "Way too weird."
A/N: Yeahh... I honestly don't know what direction this fic is going in, but I'm hoping it turns out well. Hope you enjoyed... more coming soon. By the way, the fic's title is kind of random.
I apologize for all the typos in the first version of this chapter and the next. I ironed them out and re-upped it.