Dutchy
"DUTCHY! Turn it OFF!" Jack roared, in reference to 'I Wish I Was Queer So I Can Get Chicks,' which was blasting out of the stereo. "WE'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THE SAME SONG FOR THREE HOURS!"
I turned it down a few notches just as the door to our room flew open. In stepped Tory, better known as Two-Bts, her hand clamped tightly over her eyes.
"Is everybody decent?" she asked.
"Yeah, decent enough," Kid Blink replied. Two-Bits lowered her hand, warily.
"Dutchy, baby, you HAVE to turn it off!" she pleaded, turning to me. "I know you like that song, Dutchster, and I like it, too, but the goils are starting to sing along as they study, and, frankly, it's scaring me," she said, seriously.
I stuck out my lower lip in a pout and reluctantly switched tracks. I saw the slightest flicker of a smile--the smile that I love--cross her lips, before she turned to Jack.
"What're we gonna do for fall break?" she asked, leaning against the wall.
"We're still working on that, but for SOME reason the lyrics to The Queer Song keeps running through my head," Jack replied, glaring, pointedly, at me. I rolled my eyes and Two-Bits smirked.
We sat in silence for a moment, broken only by the strains of Devil May Cry soming from the speakers, and from the TV, where Spot, stretched out on a couch in nothing but a tight tee shirt and his boxers, was watching his thrid hour of the Powerpuff Girls marathon.
Normally, we wouldn't let a girl in our room if one of us was in our boxers, especially if that someone was Spot because, although he is so flaming gay that he is in danger of catching fire, he's the heartthrob of almost all the girls in our year. But, Spot is Two-Bits's cousin, and best friend.
Ironically enough, Two-Bits despises the mall, and yet is her cousin's favorite shopping buddy. Spot has to literally drag Bits to the mall, but once they're there, the two would scope out hot guys and argue over who was hotter: Collin Farrel or Brad Pitt. The two were complete opposites. If one were to look for them in a mall, one would find Spot trying on super-tight pants and super-tight shirts, and one would find Two- Bits checking out video games, completely ignoring the fact that half the guys in the store were checking her out.
Oh yeah. Bits is a hottie.
She's short, only coming up to my chin, with short red hair that curled under a few inches below her chin. Her split ends were dyed black, and her hair color...really brought out her pale blue eyes, identical to her cousins.
We stood in silence for about five minutes, before Itey broke it.
"OOH! I got it! My folks once took a roadtrip, and they went all over the US and took in the sights, smells, and tsates of everywhere! We should do THAT!" We stared at him for a moment, then Two-Bits grinned, wryly.
"Ya know, Itey, ya might have something there."
"DUTCHY! Turn it OFF!" Jack roared, in reference to 'I Wish I Was Queer So I Can Get Chicks,' which was blasting out of the stereo. "WE'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THE SAME SONG FOR THREE HOURS!"
I turned it down a few notches just as the door to our room flew open. In stepped Tory, better known as Two-Bts, her hand clamped tightly over her eyes.
"Is everybody decent?" she asked.
"Yeah, decent enough," Kid Blink replied. Two-Bits lowered her hand, warily.
"Dutchy, baby, you HAVE to turn it off!" she pleaded, turning to me. "I know you like that song, Dutchster, and I like it, too, but the goils are starting to sing along as they study, and, frankly, it's scaring me," she said, seriously.
I stuck out my lower lip in a pout and reluctantly switched tracks. I saw the slightest flicker of a smile--the smile that I love--cross her lips, before she turned to Jack.
"What're we gonna do for fall break?" she asked, leaning against the wall.
"We're still working on that, but for SOME reason the lyrics to The Queer Song keeps running through my head," Jack replied, glaring, pointedly, at me. I rolled my eyes and Two-Bits smirked.
We sat in silence for a moment, broken only by the strains of Devil May Cry soming from the speakers, and from the TV, where Spot, stretched out on a couch in nothing but a tight tee shirt and his boxers, was watching his thrid hour of the Powerpuff Girls marathon.
Normally, we wouldn't let a girl in our room if one of us was in our boxers, especially if that someone was Spot because, although he is so flaming gay that he is in danger of catching fire, he's the heartthrob of almost all the girls in our year. But, Spot is Two-Bits's cousin, and best friend.
Ironically enough, Two-Bits despises the mall, and yet is her cousin's favorite shopping buddy. Spot has to literally drag Bits to the mall, but once they're there, the two would scope out hot guys and argue over who was hotter: Collin Farrel or Brad Pitt. The two were complete opposites. If one were to look for them in a mall, one would find Spot trying on super-tight pants and super-tight shirts, and one would find Two- Bits checking out video games, completely ignoring the fact that half the guys in the store were checking her out.
Oh yeah. Bits is a hottie.
She's short, only coming up to my chin, with short red hair that curled under a few inches below her chin. Her split ends were dyed black, and her hair color...really brought out her pale blue eyes, identical to her cousins.
We stood in silence for about five minutes, before Itey broke it.
"OOH! I got it! My folks once took a roadtrip, and they went all over the US and took in the sights, smells, and tsates of everywhere! We should do THAT!" We stared at him for a moment, then Two-Bits grinned, wryly.
"Ya know, Itey, ya might have something there."