A/N: I hate putting these at the beginning of the story, but I feel a need
to point out that the first part of this (the introduction of one of the
characters) was written by Slider (because she wanted to write her own
intro) and then changed a bit by me. So if you hate it, yell at her, not
me. xD.
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Nothing really happened that first week after I arrived. A slight bit of counseling with Ms. Larkson - as the administration insists we call her - which was apparently to prepare us for the true counseling and recovery and quite a few meetings with the GDU, in which all we did was sit around and talk about absolutely nothing.
So anyway, one day, we were all sitting for a quiet dinner; well, as quiet as it could be with that many people crammed into one cafeteria. The meat loaf was overly cooked, and it was nearly impossible to eat it with our sporks - apparently people with drug addictions aren't allowed to have knifes - so I wasn't exactly having the best time of it. I hate meat loaf anyway, who invited it? I'll shoot him. And if he's dead, I'll dig him up and then shoot him. As I was wondering what to do about my meat loaf, the doors burst open with a loud clash of metal handles hitting the walls.
Three large, albino men ran into the room, wearing what looked a lot like a bad copy of SWAT uniforms. "Have any of you seen a girl in a straight jacket running around?" Okay, maybe they had a reason for the SWAT uniforms.
Either way, silence remained throughout the room as I tried desperately to finish my meat loaf, but it was to no avail. I was more likely to become straight than to manage to digest this "food."
"I'll take that as a no," the largest of the three men said before they ran out of the room, racing down the hallway to find their captive.
Less than a minute later, one of them men burst back into the room, the insane girl in his arms. She was indeed wearing a straight jacket, and was kicking wildly to get away. Suddenly, she slowed her insanity, as a smirk grew larger on her face. Without any warning, she bent down and bit him ferociously before delivering a well-placed kick to his groin, all while smiling in faux innocence. The man doubled over in pain, and accidentally released the girl from his grasp. As he struggled to get up she pranced over to the table, and I couldn't help but think how much she reminded me of Specs doing his happy dance.
She jumped up on the table, laying on her back she pushed herself down it. She stopped in front of Skitts, turning to him with an affable grin and started to sing, "I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes!" She began to back up and then randomly wrapped her legs around his neck. She pulled him onto the table and on top of her. She at above him, rolling her body. "And I wanna cruise from the bed down to the to the flo'" She leaned closer "And I wanna," She licked his lips twice as Skitts said," ah, ah." She was yanked back by a security guard, "Make it so good I don't wana leave, but I gotta." With this she was dragged out of the doors, but as they were pulling her out she finished, "Know what's your fantasy!"
When the doors closed and we figured she was gone, the doors flew open once again, as if they'd been kicked by someone. "DAMN THE MAN!" the girl shouted, before once again disappearing into the abyss.
Caught up in the spirit, a very skinny boy who had hardly even touched his dinner stood up and shouted, "SAVE THE EMPIRE!"
For a few moments, the entire cafeteria went silent while people stared. Skittery was grinning from ear to ear; I guess the guys weren't kidding about the whole bisexual thing. I, in turn, went back to my meat loaf, wondering if it would ever reach my stomach, or if I would be forced to break out the secret stash-of candy.
"Dudes, seriously, get over to our rooms after check in, we're going to show Dutchy here the girls," Racetrack announced one evening during our half hour of free time.
Specs seemed to get a little annoyed with Race about this, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. "Do you remember the last time guys were caught down there? Do you think they had fun scrubbing all the floors and windows in the place?" he ask. Ah, maybe that was why he was annoyed.
"Yes, but you see, Specsie-baby, we are the fags of Whispering Pines. I sincerely doubt even Mr. Snyder would assume we were down there for sexual purposes," Race explained his reasoning.
"Speak for yourself! I can do whomever the hell I want. I'm not conformed to the boundaries of choosing one or the other like everyone else." That was Skittery, of course. And I think we can be pretty sure that he was referring to a certain speed-addicted freak from dinner the night before.
I laughed happily, "You have a point there, though. But are the girls really worth meeting?"
"Specsie, honey, tell Dutchy here about the girls of Whispering Pines," Racetrack said. Grrr . . . I was starting to really get annoyed with this midget Italian who kept hitting up on my man. Okay, so not technically my man, but we were getting there.
The adorable boy racked his brain for something to say, which only made him look even cuter than before. "They're . . . interesting. You see, they're just fun. And they have a bit of an obsession with gay guys, so we're really loved over there. It's amusing to watch them, and watch them with Skitts. Since they regard all bi guys as, 'Gay guys we can date!'"
"Count me in, I still can't see Skittery with a girl. Well, other than random straight-jacketed girls who try to rape him on cafeteria tables," I said.
"Okay, Specs and Dutchy's room at half past eleven. Be there or be square," Blink stated, closing the discussion.
"You so did not just say 'or be square'" Skittery said, laughing. It really wasn't that funny, but he was probably sick of hearing us make fun of him.
Blink nodded in mock sadness. "Yes, I did. And now my status in your eyes has been lowered. How can I ever live this way?" After this, instantly snapped back to normal. "Yeah, why did I say that?" he asked himself.
"Because you're so cute when you're being a loser," Mush answered, and kissed him softly and sweetly on his mouth. I was starting to wonder if Mush could do anything without being soft and sweet. But I will say that had I been the one with Blink, I would definitely have had him lying on my bed naked, not simply kissing him lightly and saying sweet - well, sort of sweet, anyway - things to him while hanging out with some other guys.
So, we retreated back to our rooms, and started getting ready to get into bed. I followed my standard beauty regime, which always made Specs laugh. When the neon numbers on my beside clock glowed eleven, I hopped under my covers, waiting for Medda or one of the others to come and make sure we were in bed, like good little boys and girls. Little did they know what went on in some of the bedrooms throughout the place after they left.
"Hey guys, it's Theory," the girl entering the room said. "I'm checking in on everyone tonight, so you guys can leave as soon as everyone's here. But hey, make sure you can get Jack to visit me, eh?"
"How'd you know? Oh well, never mind that. Love ya, Theory," I told her. And it was true, I loved her a lot, but as a sister. She was just so great to all of us, even though I could tell she wasn't a big fan of Specs. I mean, she helped us sneak out and break one of the cardinal rules of her workplace.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Have fun." And with that, she was gone. Which of course meant the others should be in our room in about ten minutes.
I turned to Specs. "I'm already dressed, so I'm just going to go fix my hair," I told him. He gave my outfit the once over - black leather pants and a tight black wife beater - before shaking his head. I took my now purple streaked hair and brushed it delicately. I didn't bother with the make-up today though; I did start to calm down my look a bit. It wasn't me really, I was just trying to get a rise out of people. But whatever.
I will say, I walked out of the bathroom at exactly the right time. Poor Specs was changing into a different pair of jeans, and was definitely not wearing anything on the bottom when I walked into the room. I guess this was the problem with living in the same room as the most beautiful man you've ever met. Not that I was complaining. "Ah, shit, sorry, Dutchy." With that, Specs pulled on his boxers and pants, not looking me in the eye.
"I should be saying the same to you," I told him. "I really didn't mind the view. Though really, if you're that ready to get something started here, we should probably send the others away," I joked with a now fully dressed Specs. I pointed to the wall nearby where all of the GDU boys were lined up, as well as a couple others. "So, Race, who're these jokers?" I asked, motioning to the boys I didn't recognize.
"Well, this is Snitch," he said, motioning to a boy beside him. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and straight leg jeans-very Ponyboy from The Outsiders - and had a look of endless youth to his face. Beside him stood a lean boy, and in the light I couldn't distinguish if he was Italian or Hispanic. "And that's Itey," he explained.
Beside those two I noticed someone I sort of recognized. "Aren't you the boy from lunch that day? The one shouting back at the girl?" Then, after a moment of looking at him, I realized he was even more familiar than that. "Wait, I know you, don't I?"
The skinny boy looked back at me. "No, probably not," he said in an even tone, though it came off extremely threatening for someone that size.
"Michael Conlon, how ya been, kid?" I asked. Now I remembered how I knew him, he was in my sophomore English class; I hadn't seen him around during junior year, and now I knew why. "Been running with the wrong crowd?"
"No," he said, staring at me straight on. "I'm not a druggie, if that's what you're implying."
Just as I was about to question him as to what exactly he was doing in Whispering Pines if not drug use, Blink began to motion slitting his throat-and international sign for 'Shut the hell up before you get yourself killed.' So I shut up pretty quickly.
"Anyone else I need to meet?" I asked, my eyes scanning the boys in front of me. My eyes rested on a taller Hispanic boy and a short African- American boy who looked much younger than the rest.
"Well, I'm Boots. Call me Boots, anyway. Maybe someday I'll tell you my real name, but I'm not exactly a big fan of it. So Boots it is." Whoa that kid knew how to talk. "And this here's Bumlets, but he doesn't know how to talk, I'm convinced." Probably couldn't get a word in edgewise with this hyperactive kid around.
I grinned at the random assortment of boys surrounding me. Who would've thought we were here for rehab? It felt more like camp. Well, except for the counseling sessions - which were completely terrifying - but we'll get into that later. But yes, this was one of those moments when you realize that where you are doesn't matter, so long as good people surround you. And now I sound like a fortune cookie, so I'm going to stop this train of thought, and worry about what's coming up. "So, are we going to meet these girls, or what?"
"Yeah, sure, let's go," Skittery said. He was obviously extremely eager to get to see a certain blonde. I had to laugh.
I was more into brunettes myself . . .
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A/N: Okay, awkward ending place, I know. But I still have to sort through CCs and decide who's coming in where, and I don't want to delay this chapter for like a year while I do that. So yeah, hope you don't mind that not much really happens here. It's kind of an interim chapter. And I'm intro-ing more new characters.
Next Chapter: Alright, we've got them meeting the girls (I bet you're all thinking FINALLY), and hopefully we'll get into the "terrifying" counseling sessions. Did you know I can't spell the word counseling? I've never typed it right without looking at it as I type.
SHOUTOUTS:
klover: Once again, glad you like it. Dude, I really need to come up with a new line in my shoutouts. That gets boring I know. Next time, I'll have my muses do it. But they're sleeping right now, which is probably why this chapter is finished. They like to hibernate.
Thistle: It's a good thing you like the club, because I was actually a little nervous about it. I thought it would be a little weird, but I liked it so I put it in anyway. But it's still nice to get positive feedback on your ideas. So yeah, hope you like this chapter too.
Courtney: Yay! You like it, You really really like it! Heh. Now that I'm done going all Sally Field on your ass, thanks for the nice review. The point of view is new for me (never done 1st person from one of the newsies before), so it's good you enjoy it.
Lady Kayura: Kwanzaa rapping? Do I even want to know? Good thing it's keeping you amused, I'm not really used to writing funny stories really, so yeah. Thanks.
studentnumber24601: Thankees, mate, for the nice and long review. And dude, it was so totally everything that was running through my head when I was writing it. ESPECIALLY the part about Ewan McGregor. And Mush for that matter. And you know, loving gay coke addicts may not be healthy, but it's pretty damn fun, eh? Haha. Hope you liked this chapter too.
Fire: Whee!! Yay-ness. I missed your reviews. Bah, I don't get to see you enough. I saw you tonight, but whatever. Have fun? I'll talk to you Monday I guess. Yeah, well, bye.
Sli: Hey, look, it's you. And you know, I agree with earlier, when we realized that Calhoun makes me want drugs even more than I did before-which was none, by the way. Find irony in the sXe girl writing a story about rehab? Yeah, me too. But whatever. I guess we'll find out what people think of your intro. It's almost the same as it was when you wrote it, just a bit of tweaking with Dutchy's thoughts. Yeah, see you later.
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Nothing really happened that first week after I arrived. A slight bit of counseling with Ms. Larkson - as the administration insists we call her - which was apparently to prepare us for the true counseling and recovery and quite a few meetings with the GDU, in which all we did was sit around and talk about absolutely nothing.
So anyway, one day, we were all sitting for a quiet dinner; well, as quiet as it could be with that many people crammed into one cafeteria. The meat loaf was overly cooked, and it was nearly impossible to eat it with our sporks - apparently people with drug addictions aren't allowed to have knifes - so I wasn't exactly having the best time of it. I hate meat loaf anyway, who invited it? I'll shoot him. And if he's dead, I'll dig him up and then shoot him. As I was wondering what to do about my meat loaf, the doors burst open with a loud clash of metal handles hitting the walls.
Three large, albino men ran into the room, wearing what looked a lot like a bad copy of SWAT uniforms. "Have any of you seen a girl in a straight jacket running around?" Okay, maybe they had a reason for the SWAT uniforms.
Either way, silence remained throughout the room as I tried desperately to finish my meat loaf, but it was to no avail. I was more likely to become straight than to manage to digest this "food."
"I'll take that as a no," the largest of the three men said before they ran out of the room, racing down the hallway to find their captive.
Less than a minute later, one of them men burst back into the room, the insane girl in his arms. She was indeed wearing a straight jacket, and was kicking wildly to get away. Suddenly, she slowed her insanity, as a smirk grew larger on her face. Without any warning, she bent down and bit him ferociously before delivering a well-placed kick to his groin, all while smiling in faux innocence. The man doubled over in pain, and accidentally released the girl from his grasp. As he struggled to get up she pranced over to the table, and I couldn't help but think how much she reminded me of Specs doing his happy dance.
She jumped up on the table, laying on her back she pushed herself down it. She stopped in front of Skitts, turning to him with an affable grin and started to sing, "I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes!" She began to back up and then randomly wrapped her legs around his neck. She pulled him onto the table and on top of her. She at above him, rolling her body. "And I wanna cruise from the bed down to the to the flo'" She leaned closer "And I wanna," She licked his lips twice as Skitts said," ah, ah." She was yanked back by a security guard, "Make it so good I don't wana leave, but I gotta." With this she was dragged out of the doors, but as they were pulling her out she finished, "Know what's your fantasy!"
When the doors closed and we figured she was gone, the doors flew open once again, as if they'd been kicked by someone. "DAMN THE MAN!" the girl shouted, before once again disappearing into the abyss.
Caught up in the spirit, a very skinny boy who had hardly even touched his dinner stood up and shouted, "SAVE THE EMPIRE!"
For a few moments, the entire cafeteria went silent while people stared. Skittery was grinning from ear to ear; I guess the guys weren't kidding about the whole bisexual thing. I, in turn, went back to my meat loaf, wondering if it would ever reach my stomach, or if I would be forced to break out the secret stash-of candy.
"Dudes, seriously, get over to our rooms after check in, we're going to show Dutchy here the girls," Racetrack announced one evening during our half hour of free time.
Specs seemed to get a little annoyed with Race about this, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. "Do you remember the last time guys were caught down there? Do you think they had fun scrubbing all the floors and windows in the place?" he ask. Ah, maybe that was why he was annoyed.
"Yes, but you see, Specsie-baby, we are the fags of Whispering Pines. I sincerely doubt even Mr. Snyder would assume we were down there for sexual purposes," Race explained his reasoning.
"Speak for yourself! I can do whomever the hell I want. I'm not conformed to the boundaries of choosing one or the other like everyone else." That was Skittery, of course. And I think we can be pretty sure that he was referring to a certain speed-addicted freak from dinner the night before.
I laughed happily, "You have a point there, though. But are the girls really worth meeting?"
"Specsie, honey, tell Dutchy here about the girls of Whispering Pines," Racetrack said. Grrr . . . I was starting to really get annoyed with this midget Italian who kept hitting up on my man. Okay, so not technically my man, but we were getting there.
The adorable boy racked his brain for something to say, which only made him look even cuter than before. "They're . . . interesting. You see, they're just fun. And they have a bit of an obsession with gay guys, so we're really loved over there. It's amusing to watch them, and watch them with Skitts. Since they regard all bi guys as, 'Gay guys we can date!'"
"Count me in, I still can't see Skittery with a girl. Well, other than random straight-jacketed girls who try to rape him on cafeteria tables," I said.
"Okay, Specs and Dutchy's room at half past eleven. Be there or be square," Blink stated, closing the discussion.
"You so did not just say 'or be square'" Skittery said, laughing. It really wasn't that funny, but he was probably sick of hearing us make fun of him.
Blink nodded in mock sadness. "Yes, I did. And now my status in your eyes has been lowered. How can I ever live this way?" After this, instantly snapped back to normal. "Yeah, why did I say that?" he asked himself.
"Because you're so cute when you're being a loser," Mush answered, and kissed him softly and sweetly on his mouth. I was starting to wonder if Mush could do anything without being soft and sweet. But I will say that had I been the one with Blink, I would definitely have had him lying on my bed naked, not simply kissing him lightly and saying sweet - well, sort of sweet, anyway - things to him while hanging out with some other guys.
So, we retreated back to our rooms, and started getting ready to get into bed. I followed my standard beauty regime, which always made Specs laugh. When the neon numbers on my beside clock glowed eleven, I hopped under my covers, waiting for Medda or one of the others to come and make sure we were in bed, like good little boys and girls. Little did they know what went on in some of the bedrooms throughout the place after they left.
"Hey guys, it's Theory," the girl entering the room said. "I'm checking in on everyone tonight, so you guys can leave as soon as everyone's here. But hey, make sure you can get Jack to visit me, eh?"
"How'd you know? Oh well, never mind that. Love ya, Theory," I told her. And it was true, I loved her a lot, but as a sister. She was just so great to all of us, even though I could tell she wasn't a big fan of Specs. I mean, she helped us sneak out and break one of the cardinal rules of her workplace.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Have fun." And with that, she was gone. Which of course meant the others should be in our room in about ten minutes.
I turned to Specs. "I'm already dressed, so I'm just going to go fix my hair," I told him. He gave my outfit the once over - black leather pants and a tight black wife beater - before shaking his head. I took my now purple streaked hair and brushed it delicately. I didn't bother with the make-up today though; I did start to calm down my look a bit. It wasn't me really, I was just trying to get a rise out of people. But whatever.
I will say, I walked out of the bathroom at exactly the right time. Poor Specs was changing into a different pair of jeans, and was definitely not wearing anything on the bottom when I walked into the room. I guess this was the problem with living in the same room as the most beautiful man you've ever met. Not that I was complaining. "Ah, shit, sorry, Dutchy." With that, Specs pulled on his boxers and pants, not looking me in the eye.
"I should be saying the same to you," I told him. "I really didn't mind the view. Though really, if you're that ready to get something started here, we should probably send the others away," I joked with a now fully dressed Specs. I pointed to the wall nearby where all of the GDU boys were lined up, as well as a couple others. "So, Race, who're these jokers?" I asked, motioning to the boys I didn't recognize.
"Well, this is Snitch," he said, motioning to a boy beside him. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and straight leg jeans-very Ponyboy from The Outsiders - and had a look of endless youth to his face. Beside him stood a lean boy, and in the light I couldn't distinguish if he was Italian or Hispanic. "And that's Itey," he explained.
Beside those two I noticed someone I sort of recognized. "Aren't you the boy from lunch that day? The one shouting back at the girl?" Then, after a moment of looking at him, I realized he was even more familiar than that. "Wait, I know you, don't I?"
The skinny boy looked back at me. "No, probably not," he said in an even tone, though it came off extremely threatening for someone that size.
"Michael Conlon, how ya been, kid?" I asked. Now I remembered how I knew him, he was in my sophomore English class; I hadn't seen him around during junior year, and now I knew why. "Been running with the wrong crowd?"
"No," he said, staring at me straight on. "I'm not a druggie, if that's what you're implying."
Just as I was about to question him as to what exactly he was doing in Whispering Pines if not drug use, Blink began to motion slitting his throat-and international sign for 'Shut the hell up before you get yourself killed.' So I shut up pretty quickly.
"Anyone else I need to meet?" I asked, my eyes scanning the boys in front of me. My eyes rested on a taller Hispanic boy and a short African- American boy who looked much younger than the rest.
"Well, I'm Boots. Call me Boots, anyway. Maybe someday I'll tell you my real name, but I'm not exactly a big fan of it. So Boots it is." Whoa that kid knew how to talk. "And this here's Bumlets, but he doesn't know how to talk, I'm convinced." Probably couldn't get a word in edgewise with this hyperactive kid around.
I grinned at the random assortment of boys surrounding me. Who would've thought we were here for rehab? It felt more like camp. Well, except for the counseling sessions - which were completely terrifying - but we'll get into that later. But yes, this was one of those moments when you realize that where you are doesn't matter, so long as good people surround you. And now I sound like a fortune cookie, so I'm going to stop this train of thought, and worry about what's coming up. "So, are we going to meet these girls, or what?"
"Yeah, sure, let's go," Skittery said. He was obviously extremely eager to get to see a certain blonde. I had to laugh.
I was more into brunettes myself . . .
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A/N: Okay, awkward ending place, I know. But I still have to sort through CCs and decide who's coming in where, and I don't want to delay this chapter for like a year while I do that. So yeah, hope you don't mind that not much really happens here. It's kind of an interim chapter. And I'm intro-ing more new characters.
Next Chapter: Alright, we've got them meeting the girls (I bet you're all thinking FINALLY), and hopefully we'll get into the "terrifying" counseling sessions. Did you know I can't spell the word counseling? I've never typed it right without looking at it as I type.
SHOUTOUTS:
klover: Once again, glad you like it. Dude, I really need to come up with a new line in my shoutouts. That gets boring I know. Next time, I'll have my muses do it. But they're sleeping right now, which is probably why this chapter is finished. They like to hibernate.
Thistle: It's a good thing you like the club, because I was actually a little nervous about it. I thought it would be a little weird, but I liked it so I put it in anyway. But it's still nice to get positive feedback on your ideas. So yeah, hope you like this chapter too.
Courtney: Yay! You like it, You really really like it! Heh. Now that I'm done going all Sally Field on your ass, thanks for the nice review. The point of view is new for me (never done 1st person from one of the newsies before), so it's good you enjoy it.
Lady Kayura: Kwanzaa rapping? Do I even want to know? Good thing it's keeping you amused, I'm not really used to writing funny stories really, so yeah. Thanks.
studentnumber24601: Thankees, mate, for the nice and long review. And dude, it was so totally everything that was running through my head when I was writing it. ESPECIALLY the part about Ewan McGregor. And Mush for that matter. And you know, loving gay coke addicts may not be healthy, but it's pretty damn fun, eh? Haha. Hope you liked this chapter too.
Fire: Whee!! Yay-ness. I missed your reviews. Bah, I don't get to see you enough. I saw you tonight, but whatever. Have fun? I'll talk to you Monday I guess. Yeah, well, bye.
Sli: Hey, look, it's you. And you know, I agree with earlier, when we realized that Calhoun makes me want drugs even more than I did before-which was none, by the way. Find irony in the sXe girl writing a story about rehab? Yeah, me too. But whatever. I guess we'll find out what people think of your intro. It's almost the same as it was when you wrote it, just a bit of tweaking with Dutchy's thoughts. Yeah, see you later.
