A/N: Sam! Stop having a heart-attack! Here's #3! ^.^ Only a few more to go! Oh my goodness, I feel so special! The SnitchxSkittery GODDESS, Thumbsucker Snitch, reviewed my story!!! *insert Wayne's World "We're not WORTHY!" reference here* Anyways, notes on the chappie! Yes, I wrote myself into it a lil bit. Shut up, it's allowed! ^.^! I only make a small cameo anyway...And yes, the movie on TV is Newsies, and yes, this is what most parties I hear tell of are like (Minus the sexy newsies. Too bad, eh?) Also, I do not by any means condone drinking alcohol. I hope the drunk stuff is believable, having never been drunk myself. Again, I own nothing but my kickass Billy Joel The Stranger vinyl record. Yeah, you're all jealous! ^.^! Shoutouts at the end!

Sometimes It's Not Enough
Chapter 3

That's how I ended up here. Actually, I should feel lucky to have gotten here alive. I swear, we should have nicknamed Jack "Speed Racer" instead of "Cowboy". That guy drives like a fucking maniac. Anyway, "here" is some girl named Emily's house. She goes to some all-girl's Catholic school or something, and she lives WAY the hell out in the country, and apparently is dating Kid Blink. The second he walked through the door, they were heading off to a room, alone. Whatever. I was pissed off after being in that car right next to Mush, who, every time Jack pulled a crazy swerve, would grab onto Skittery and squeal. Enough to piss off Santa Claus, let me tell you.

So, I walked in and sat down on a couch. It was right in front of this TV that was showing some musical. Usually, I'm all about some cute boys singing and dancing their precious little hearts out, but not tonight. So, I'm mindlessly staring at it when I feel this familiar hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Snitch. Can we talk, man?" I heard his silky voice and almost did my melting routine again. This was actually the first time we've directly spoken in a long time.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged, trying to seem indifferent, and followed him outside. "Dude! It's fucking COLD." I complained. Skittery turned and glared at me.

"Good. Then maybe you'll answer me quick without fucking around." I was shocked. I don't think Skitts has EVER been angry at me before.

"Wha- what? Ok?" I stammered.

"Why are you avoiding me lately? I haven't talked to you in forever! Whenever I call, you're 'conveniently' in the shower. I mean, as nice of a thought as that is, it gets fucking old."

"I- I- uh..." What did he mean by THAT?! 'As nice of a thought as that is'?!

"I haven't seen you since God knows when, and you're becoming really distant. We used to be best friends! And now...I don't know what the hell we are! It's like, ever since I came out, you've been evading me! I thought at least YOU would understand, but- I mean, what's changed?!"

"I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Oh fuck. Please tell me I didn't say that. Tell me I didn't just FUCKING SAY THAT! ANYTHING BUT- oh my God, I said it. Now would be the time to take me up on my offer of KILLING ME! Skittery kind of backed up and his eyes widened. I'll take that as a bad sign.

"Snitch- I- I mean- wow..."

I panicked. So, I did the first thing that I could think to do.

...I got the fuck out of there.

Yeah, bet you thought I kissed him, right? Hell no. I'm not THAT stupid. I may be enough of a dumbfuck to tell him that I'm in love with him, but there is NO WAY I was going to make things any worse than they are by KISSING him!

I barged through the door of the house and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw. After I had downed that, I drank another. Then another. After my fourth (or was it my fifth?) bottle of Bacardi something or other (or was it Smirnoff?), my head was killing me and I was pretty goddam drunk. I couldn't see too well and I was sort of falling over. I began stumbling around to find somewhere to pass out. I opened a door, saw a bed, and aimed my body towards it. Almost missed too. I was almost completely crashed when I heard the door open. "This one's taken." I slurred. I suinted towards the door and vaguely saw the silhouette of a tall boy wearing a Santa hat.

"Snitch..." Mystery-Man-in-the-Doorway trailed off. I recognized the voice.

"Skitts?" I murmured. Next thing I remember is he was in the bed with me and clothes were flying everywhere.

SHOUTOUTS!

Thumbsucker Snitch - I'm so honored to get a review from you! :hug: And with the dialogue thing, I'm kind of going for a Catcher In the Rye kind of Holden Caulfield narrative thing, but thanks for the advice! I'm never sure how to do detail without sounding like a huge dork. "His shirt was blue and his pants were red." O.o And I meant the creation of Angsty!Snitch within this fic. ^.^ Sorry bout the confusion!

Copper bandit - ^.^ You're damn right Sexy Dutchy! ^.^ And drunk Newsies make it all the better! ^.^ teeheehee, just wait! :hug: Thanks for reviewing!

kattabean - Heh, SexuallyRepressed!Snitch...never thought of that! ^.^ And Dutchy belongs to me and is STRAIGHT in this one! I am the writer! MWAHAHAHAHA! lol, I know there are a lot of Specs x Dutchy fans out there, so I'll just be quiet now, lol. Anyway, :hug: Thanks for the review! You remind me of me when I type things!

Nakaia Aidan-Sun - Yeah, poor Snitch! But it will get better...eventually! ^.^ :hug: Thanks for your review!

SpotLover421 (Braids) - I'm often quite lazy myself! So, don't feel bad! ^.^ :hug: Thanks for reviewing!

Saturday - Thanks for your awesome, long, INFORMATIVE review! ^.^ It made me feel extra special! or should I say, SMASHING! ^.^ :hug: I'm glad you like everyone's personalities! And see? Things happened! ^.^

Sam - I only do this to annoy you! ^.^ Have fun envisioning Drunk!Snitch. I know you are, you dirty little monkey, you! ^.~ Just kiddin, buddy. Hope you're enjoying this!

Ok, that's all! Till next time!