Stand Out
Chapter three: Sunday (part one)
By: Ambrlupin
Rating: M
Summary: It started out as a dare, then an interest formed, and then an obsession. Now Anthony Higgins will do anything he has to, just to stand apart from all the rest. After all, Mr. Sunshine, a.k.a Matt Conlon, cant ignore him forever...right? SpotRace.
A/N: ahem, yes, yet another Race and Spot fic. I swear, these things aren't planned! Hehehe, anyway, I hope you all like this, cause im having a lot of fun writing it!
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own newsies. Thank you.
Additional disclaimer: there are a lot of movie references and/or things that do not belong to me in here. Just overlook them, please.
Warning: I am not to be held responsible for the corny-ness of the beginning of this chapter, nor will I pay retribution for anyone whose brain cells die off. It is the result of too much soda, late night writing, and a weekend (and weekDAY) of nothing but t.v and movies with my family. Thank you.
I will give out cookies to anyone who can catch all the references to either book, movie, t.v show or commercial in the beginning.
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It was a beautiful fall day, with a light breeze and not a cloud in the sky. The city was bustling, busy as ever as the hours ticked into afternoon, hardly paying much attention to their surroundings or who passed them.
Usually they didn't. But today...
The only thing that came to mind as Race walked through the city, feeling eyes watching him everywhere he went, was the word 'Freak'. They were treating him like a freak. He lowered his head and quickened his footsteps, wondering why it was he had even set a toe outside his pineapple this morning. He knew he should have just stayed home.
Glancing to the side he was blinded by a flash of light on glass. Stumbling backwards he cursed, rubbing at his eyes, trying to clear his spotted vision. Great, just great. Could this day get any worse?
Suddenly the ground rocked, sending him into the side of a parked car. Eyes snapping around, he was vaguely aware of people crying out as small blobs of a green nature rained down from the sky, hitting the dirt and bounding up slightly to only land again and begin to twitch.
"HAHAHAHA! Foolish humans!" A voice boomed through the air, trembling with rage, "You dare to steal the sorcerers stone from us! You will pay for your insolence!"
Sorcerers stone? Regaining his balance, Race knocked a blob aside, "Hey! Who're ya callin a foolish human!" He yelled out in anger, "Show yourself!"
High upon a building, a large fluffy pink rabbit moved to the edge, his red eyes glaring down at him. His face then changed to one of hysterical amusement, "Look it here- it is a mini-elf!"
Race face's flushed to the tips of his pointed ears, "Who are you!"
"I am called Guy-co. And you are?"
"Race of Mirkwood!" He yelled, "What are you doing here, Guy-co?"
"What else?" -cue dramatic music- "Im here to take over the world!"
"I cant let you do that, I- What the heck!" He roared as hundreds of the green blobs began to crawl up his legs, rendering him immobile. "What is this!" He tried to swat them away.Guy-co threw back his head to laugh, revealing pointed teeth as long as his forearm. "Foolish miniature elf! You think you can defeat my army of primitive Saturnian alien life forms! Don't make me laugh!"
"You are laughing."
"Shuddup!" His eyes flashed evilly as he took a leap off the building, teeth gnashing together. "And face the wrath of Guy-co!"
"AHHHHHHH!" He screamed, lashing out with his fist. It met with flesh, but he kept on screaming, and he kept on hitting. He had to get free, he was suffocating, he was-
"Anthony!"
He was...awake.
"AHHH! HELP ME!" He jumped to where the voice was emanating, squeezing his eyes shut, "SAVE ME FROM THE EVIL PINK BUNNIES, SKITTS!"
Skittery, who was on his back, with the other plastered to his front, could only blink in shocked surprise. "Uh...whateva ya say man..."
"Guy-co..." Race shivered. "Guy-co..."
"Uh..."
There was a knock at the bedroom door and Mush came in, looking cheerfully happy, FAR too cheerfully happy for Race, in fact, and knelt on the floor by them. "Guy-co again, Race?"
When the Italian nodded hurriedly, the other looked up to see their pink-shirted friend regarding them in something akin to horrific fascination. "Uh...?"
"Anthony seems to find himself having reoccurring nightmares about a fluffy pink bunny named Guy-co taking over the world with his green alien blobs from Saturn, while he is an elf who goes by the name Race, who hails from Mirkwood." He looked thoughtful, "Am I missing anything?"
"My pineapple and their sorcerers stone." Race murmurred, still clinging to the other.
"Ah, yes." Mush gave him a small head tilt, "I apologize."
"Uh..." He cleared his throat, fearing for his sanity. "Um...okay then...Can I please- er, can you get off me now?"
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"Oiiii." Blink moaned, burrowing his face in between the pillows on the couch. His head was ringing, and he was pretty sure there were dwarves in his mind wacking it with little hammers. Then again, that might be due to the Lord of the Rings marathon he had put on t.v when they had gotten home the night before.
Home, of course, being Race's apartment.
"Come on, Blinkee!" He had half a second to prepare himself against the oncoming tackle and he tensed up a split nanosecond before Mush jumped on his back, straddling him as he poked annoyingly at the back of his neck.
"Its morning, time to get up!"
How Nicholas Meyers managed to be so incredibly cute at the same time as being insanely annoying was a mystery in and of itself, but one thing was sure, you couldn't say no to him while he pouted at you, and widened his eyes just slightly.
And when he used the Voice.
Which he was doing now.
"Argh, fine!" He snapped, "Get off me so I can get up!"
"Yay!" Mush melted as he leapt off of the irritated blonde and bounded off, most likely to wake the last person in the group. He said last, because he could hear Race cursing in Italian over in his room, and out of their impromptu Motley Crew, the only one not accounted for, was Jack.
Sure enough...
"ARGH! Im UP!" Yup, there was Jack's beautiful voice, oh so early in the morning.
He sat up, and then promptly fell the other way, and discovered there was a comfy pillow seated at the other end of the couch too. Oh yes, someone up there loved him!
"Ryan Ballat!"
Strike that. Someone obviously HATED him.
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"So, whose gonna be there?" Chase asked as he spared a glance from the road to his passenger, who looked rather down at the moment. "David?"
"Oh...! Uh, probably the whole crew." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Chase... am I worrying too much over nothing?"
"The whole Jack thing?" He asked as he turned down the street that would take them to Race's apartment. "I dunno, David, I guess thats something you're gonna have to figure out on your own."
"I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
Chase chuckled a little, shrugging. "Sorry buddy. I aint the person you should be discussing this with, after all. You should really be-"
"Talking to Jack." He rolled his eyes,"Yes father, I know."
Pulling into a parking spot close to the building, Chase hopped out of his apple red convertible and proudly cast a look around. He might not like being rich, but his convertible, he cherished. In other words, scratch the paint job and you were dead.
"Im sure Jack just had a lot on his mind last night." He tried to calm the other down before they got in the house and things went haywire, as they had a tendency to do. "You did say they had a problem with Race."
David's face lit up, "Yeah, that's probably it! I was reading too much into it!"
Chase was happy to see there was a bit more jump to his step after that, a little more perk to David Jacobs as he led the way to the apartment, opened the door with his key- they all had one for reasons kept to themselves- and they were met with a pink clad chest.
"Mornin!" David chirped to the tall Skittery, who nodded back once before turning his attention to the other standing just behind him. Chase looked oddly like a deer caught in the headlights as he gulped.
"Hi, Chase." He greeted as he turned to the side and let David by, who immediately ran off to find his boyfriend, leaving the two alone.
'Traitor.' Chase thought as he returned the smile shyly. "Hi, Skits."
Race came out of his room, his hair sticking up oddly in the back. Mush flitted around, a grin on his face as he cooked something in the kitchen that smelled oddly like bacon and eggs.
"Wanna come in?" Skittery asked, shy in his own way as he gave a small head tilt toward the interior of the apartment.
"Yeah...thanks."
Blink cast a look around at all of them, and groaned, hanging his head. "Great...Now im never gonna be able to get back to sleep!"
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Poor Blinkee! We LUV you Blinkee! and Skits makes an appearance there for one of my reviewers -coughcough-youknowwhoyouare-coughcough- anyways.
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