Stand Out

Chapter four: Sunday (part two)

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: Any references to any movie or anything like that are not mine. Kinda like the last chapter, just not as...insane... -smile-

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"Well, gee, just come on in!" Race snarled as he plopped himself down into a kitchen chair, "Make yourselves at home!"

"Already did!" Blink called from the living room, his fatigue gone as an opportunity to annoy their Italian friend presented itself.

"You're right on schedule then, aint ya?"

"Calm down, Tony." Mush told him as he flipped a few eggs on a plate and passed it to him, with a sharp, "And no salt, its bad for you."

Race, purely for the fun in defying Mush, promptly dumped a pound of salt on his eggs and dug in, reaching over one handed to grab a piece of toast that had just popped up from the toaster.

"Aaannndddd, there's our human garbage disposal!" Jack crowed as he came in, wearing nothing but a pair of dark pants, as David trailing behind, looking not unlike a little puppy following its master. "I was afraid we had lost him somewhere."

Race flipped him off without even taking his attention away from his breakfast.

"Morning honey." Blink gave Mush a kiss on the cheek as he finally moved from his makeshift bed on the couch, looking down in despair at the frying pan. "Aww, I don't get breakfast?"

"You don't like eggs?" Race exclaimed around a mouthful of said food.

Blink shook his head sadly, pouting a little. "Not really, I-" His eyes lit up and he practically pounced on the plate of pancakes Mush uncovered from under tin-foil. "Oooh, baby, I LOVE YOU!"

Race once again tore his attention from his food, which was a record, twice in one sitting, to growl a sharp, "No sex in my kitchen!" To which both teens seemingly ignored, if their lip-lock was any indication.

Chase grinned, moving forward just a bit, "Mushy, your food is burning!"

"ARGH!" Mush cried as he spun around, leaving Blink to stumble backwards, staring in shock at Chase. As was everyone else in the kitchen. Including Skittery, which the rich kid was happy to note.

And wonder of all wonders, Race sat back from his half-empty plate to blink wide-eyed at the other and grin, "I like you. You can come over anytime!"

"Yeah, yeah." Blink grumbled, arms crossed. "Interrupting my make-out time...kid, you are sooooo dead."

"Don't threaten him just cause you're sexually frustrated, Ryan." Skittery pointed out as he smiled, hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans. "It gets rather annoying after a while."

Chase promptly melted into a pile of mushy goo. Skittery was standing up for him. Awww... He could die now, and he wouldn't care, cause he would die a happy man. Well, happy as he could be right now. After all, his crush had stood up for him!

Race raised an eyebrow as he picked his fork back up, pointing it at the 'cloud-nine Chase.' "None of that, either."

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"Okay, now that we have all eaten..." Blink paused at that and shot a glance at Race, who was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between his legs, "Or, are still eating, its time for da movies!"

"Now!" Mush cheerfully bounced over to the video rack, "We have...Well, we seem to have watched every one of these..." He frowned and ran a finger along the carpet thoughtfully. "Oh, I KNOW!"

He jumped to his feet and ran into the guest room so suddenly everyone was left staring at where he had previously been sitting with blank looks on their faces. "Uhh..." Chase blinked, taking a look around at their group, "Is anyone else mortally afraid or is that just me?"

"AHA!" Mush bounded back in to even more confused stares. Because Mush just did NOT say 'aha!' It was against nature. In his hands he held a DVD, clutched protectively to his chest.

"Do I even want to ask?" Skittery drawled.

He beamed as he bounced over to the t.v. "RENT!" He exclaimed in a hyper sounding squeak. "The best movie EVER!"

"What!" Jack yelped, "I am NOT watching that gay movie!"

It was so quiet in the next second you could hear a pin drop.

"Excuse me?" Mush turned slowly, his eyes narrowed, "WHAT did you just say?"

"Uh..." Jack looked to David for help, but the other just got up and moved to the other couch next to Race, his eyes wide. Oooh, Jacky-boy was gonna get it now.

"RENT is the greatest THING IN THE WORLD!" Mush nearly screamed in Jack's face, "ISNT IT!"

"Yes! YES!" He yelped, "It is! I was wrong- we can watch it! We can watch it TEN times if you want!"

"Good!" Mush chirped as he bounced on the balls of his feet to put it into the DVD player. "RENT. Yay!"

"Yay..." Race exchanged shocked glances with the others. Mush sure was scary when he did that, the weird, 'im mad, and then im happy!' thing...Bipolar anyone? As soon as the insane one had his movie in, he literally tackled Blink, curling up in his lap.

"Oh boy." Jack mumbled, already knowing what was coming.

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"Mark!"

"Roger!"

"Mark!"

"Roger!"

"MARK!"

"ROGER!"

"ROGER!"

"MARK!" Blink's eyes shot wide and he groaned, falling back and crossing his arms, a childish look on his face. "Dang it, you got me."

Mush, grinning from ear to ear, leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips, "Its all right, honey, I love you more."

"Hn."

Pouting, he laid his head on the other's chest and gave him the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. "Don't you love me?"

The game, by rule, went to Nick on that one.

Race rolled his eyes and kept them on the screen, blatantly ignoring the way Mush climbed on top of his boyfriend, curling his arms around his neck and bringing their lips together.

"Mimi..." Roger whispered as he pulled her close...

"Jesus CHRIST!"

Everyone jumped, Blink and Mush pulling away as the Italian jumped to his feet, his eyes flaming. Jack blinked, slowly getting up, David at his side. "Race? Are you okay?"

"No, Im not okay!" He shouted, fists clenched, "Im not going to be okay! EVER."

"Race, man, what..." Chase reached out to touch his shoulder, but the other spun, slapping him away. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Skittery jumped to intercept him, but it was too late. The door slammed behind Race so hard the wall shook and a picture fell, the glass shattering as it hit the ground.

"Tony!"

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that was a really odd chapter, I know. -grin- I seemed to hit writers block the further down I get. -sigh- hopefully the next one will get better.

We need to find out what was wrong with Race!

So, review for me! You know the drill.