A/N: Oh my goodness, I'm so excited! This is the LAST chapter!!! Augh, yes,
the gripping conclusion of "Sometimes It's not Enough". This is the MOST
EDITED chapter of thid fic. Aw, and it was so much fun to write! Now I'm
kinda sad it will be over...oh, well. Merry Christmas, Sam. ^.^ I still
don't own a damn thing.
Sometimes It's Not Enough Chapter 6 : Conclusion
That's when I started running. I think I was well aware that it was 20 degrees outside and also that Skittery lived on the other side of town. But right then, all that mattered was me getting to Skittery. And getting there fast. Now, admittedly, taking my car probably would have been a lot quicker (not to mention a whole lot warmer and way less exhausting), but you'll have to forgive me. It was a "heat-of-the-moment-crime-of-passion" thing.
Anyway, so I ran across town, in the freezing cold, and I'm pounding on Skittery's front door. The door starts opening and I swear to you I thought my heart was going to fly out of my chest and knock over the person on the other side, it was beating so hard...but there's no one there. I look down. Ah. I get it. "Listen, Timmy, I HAVE to talk to your brother. It's important, ok?"
Skitts' 5-year-old tyke of a kid brother looks right at me and says. "He's not here." He's got his little brother lying to me?! Who does he think he is...ME?! Ok, so this was definitely classified as freaking out. I just ran almost 5 miles (a MILD exaggeration) in the FUCKING COLD to be lied to by a kindergartener?! HELL NO!
I backed out into the front lawn and started screaming up towards what I know to be Skittery's bedroom window. "SKIIIIIIIIITS! SKIIIIIIIIIIIITS! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU! SKITTERY! SKITTS!"
I mean, I'm having a nervous breakdown out in 5 inches of snow, with some little kid yelling "He's NOT HERE!" at me every two seconds.
I take a deep gulp of air so cold it HURTS to breathe in, and start again. "SKIIIIIIIITS! SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"
"Jesus, Snitch! What the HELL are you doing?! It's FREEZING out here, you Dumbass!" I stop, mid-scream, and turn around to see my 'one-true-love' (as Dutchy so micely phrased it) crossing the driveway.
"Told ya so!" comes the little voice from behind me, before the door slams shut.
"Wow." I say, being the complete moron that I am. "You really weren't having Timmy lie for you."
Skittery kind of smiled and a puff of white vapor escaped from his lips. "Who do you think I am, you?" Have I ever mentioned I love that he can read my mind? I grinned like a dopey fool and Skittery looked really confused.
"Oh, right, he's mad at me." I thought, grin instantly extinguished. Skittery shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted uncomfortably.
"Why are you here, Snitch? Especially, why are you here screaming my name in my front yard? ... Oh, wait, someone told you, right? Probably Dutchy. That bastard. I should break his fucking glasses. What did he tell you? Did he tell you I cried? Cause, I didn't fucking cry. I'm not Spot for Chrissakes. That whiny little bitch cries about everything. I mean-"
"Skitts!" I yelled, smiling like a damn fool again. I couldn't help it! He just looked so CUTE ranting and raving like that! He looked right at me and I think I could see it in his eyes that I'd hurt him. Then again, I don't know what that looks like, so I could have just been imagining it. "Wow," I said, just short of giggling, "we don't call you 'Skittery' for nothing, eh?" He narrowed his eyes.
"You slept with Itey."
"I thought he was YOU!"
"Liar."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"I'm sorry..."
"Well, ya know what, Snitch? Sometimes it's not enough."
I kept smiling at him and he still looked fairly miserable. I don't know why he hadn't socked me in the face by now. If I were him, I would have done it. However, I'm so damn cute, my smiles are infectious. As if on cue, Skittery started smiling too.
"I guess you know I looked for you all night, right?" Was it just me, or did he look downright SHY?! I just nodded. "So..." he said, kind of walking closer, "I guess that means you know ... WHY I was looking for you?" I nodded again and started my own campaign forward. "Well, that's just great. Does Dutchy tell you fucking EVERYTHING!? Man, I oughta beat the shit out of that fucker. Does he tell you when his periods start and all? Whiny little pussy. I'll bet his momma still-"
I was grinning so much I couldn't take it anymore. So, I did the only thing I could to shut him up. Yup, you got it right this time. I kissed him good and long on the lips. He pulled back and we were both emitting clouds like chimneys at Christmas. Skittery was the first to grin this time.
"Goddam do I love you, Snitch."
"Good," I replied, "because I love you too." He grabbed me by my coat collar and kissed me again. "Hey Skitts?" I voiced, leaning back a little.
"Mhmmm?" he murmured, rubbing his ice cold nose on my frozen cheek. I smiled slyly.
"You cried, didn't you."
He grinned that sexy, irristable grin of his. "Like a fucking baby."
As we leaned in for another dizzying kiss, I saw snowflakes beginning to fall. I smiled and pulled him tighter into the embrace. "Happy FUCKING Holidays!" I thought.
The End.
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"Don't ever tell anyone anything, you start to miss people." :'( *waves* Good-bye all.
Sometimes It's Not Enough Chapter 6 : Conclusion
That's when I started running. I think I was well aware that it was 20 degrees outside and also that Skittery lived on the other side of town. But right then, all that mattered was me getting to Skittery. And getting there fast. Now, admittedly, taking my car probably would have been a lot quicker (not to mention a whole lot warmer and way less exhausting), but you'll have to forgive me. It was a "heat-of-the-moment-crime-of-passion" thing.
Anyway, so I ran across town, in the freezing cold, and I'm pounding on Skittery's front door. The door starts opening and I swear to you I thought my heart was going to fly out of my chest and knock over the person on the other side, it was beating so hard...but there's no one there. I look down. Ah. I get it. "Listen, Timmy, I HAVE to talk to your brother. It's important, ok?"
Skitts' 5-year-old tyke of a kid brother looks right at me and says. "He's not here." He's got his little brother lying to me?! Who does he think he is...ME?! Ok, so this was definitely classified as freaking out. I just ran almost 5 miles (a MILD exaggeration) in the FUCKING COLD to be lied to by a kindergartener?! HELL NO!
I backed out into the front lawn and started screaming up towards what I know to be Skittery's bedroom window. "SKIIIIIIIIITS! SKIIIIIIIIIIIITS! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU! SKITTERY! SKITTS!"
I mean, I'm having a nervous breakdown out in 5 inches of snow, with some little kid yelling "He's NOT HERE!" at me every two seconds.
I take a deep gulp of air so cold it HURTS to breathe in, and start again. "SKIIIIIIIITS! SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"
"Jesus, Snitch! What the HELL are you doing?! It's FREEZING out here, you Dumbass!" I stop, mid-scream, and turn around to see my 'one-true-love' (as Dutchy so micely phrased it) crossing the driveway.
"Told ya so!" comes the little voice from behind me, before the door slams shut.
"Wow." I say, being the complete moron that I am. "You really weren't having Timmy lie for you."
Skittery kind of smiled and a puff of white vapor escaped from his lips. "Who do you think I am, you?" Have I ever mentioned I love that he can read my mind? I grinned like a dopey fool and Skittery looked really confused.
"Oh, right, he's mad at me." I thought, grin instantly extinguished. Skittery shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted uncomfortably.
"Why are you here, Snitch? Especially, why are you here screaming my name in my front yard? ... Oh, wait, someone told you, right? Probably Dutchy. That bastard. I should break his fucking glasses. What did he tell you? Did he tell you I cried? Cause, I didn't fucking cry. I'm not Spot for Chrissakes. That whiny little bitch cries about everything. I mean-"
"Skitts!" I yelled, smiling like a damn fool again. I couldn't help it! He just looked so CUTE ranting and raving like that! He looked right at me and I think I could see it in his eyes that I'd hurt him. Then again, I don't know what that looks like, so I could have just been imagining it. "Wow," I said, just short of giggling, "we don't call you 'Skittery' for nothing, eh?" He narrowed his eyes.
"You slept with Itey."
"I thought he was YOU!"
"Liar."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"I'm sorry..."
"Well, ya know what, Snitch? Sometimes it's not enough."
I kept smiling at him and he still looked fairly miserable. I don't know why he hadn't socked me in the face by now. If I were him, I would have done it. However, I'm so damn cute, my smiles are infectious. As if on cue, Skittery started smiling too.
"I guess you know I looked for you all night, right?" Was it just me, or did he look downright SHY?! I just nodded. "So..." he said, kind of walking closer, "I guess that means you know ... WHY I was looking for you?" I nodded again and started my own campaign forward. "Well, that's just great. Does Dutchy tell you fucking EVERYTHING!? Man, I oughta beat the shit out of that fucker. Does he tell you when his periods start and all? Whiny little pussy. I'll bet his momma still-"
I was grinning so much I couldn't take it anymore. So, I did the only thing I could to shut him up. Yup, you got it right this time. I kissed him good and long on the lips. He pulled back and we were both emitting clouds like chimneys at Christmas. Skittery was the first to grin this time.
"Goddam do I love you, Snitch."
"Good," I replied, "because I love you too." He grabbed me by my coat collar and kissed me again. "Hey Skitts?" I voiced, leaning back a little.
"Mhmmm?" he murmured, rubbing his ice cold nose on my frozen cheek. I smiled slyly.
"You cried, didn't you."
He grinned that sexy, irristable grin of his. "Like a fucking baby."
As we leaned in for another dizzying kiss, I saw snowflakes beginning to fall. I smiled and pulled him tighter into the embrace. "Happy FUCKING Holidays!" I thought.
The End.
SHOUTOUTS!:
Inquisitive - Thank you for your kind review! ^.^ :hug: I'm glad you love it!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun - :hug: ^.^ Thanks so much for your review!
kattabean - Princess Bride! YEAH! Oh my goodness, I LOVE that movie! You amuse me also! I love you THAT MUCH TOO! ______________________________________I am feeling a little better now, so you can too! YAY! ^.^ :hug: Thanks for your FUN reviews!
SpotLover421 - ^.^ :hug: lol, I'm a genius! SCORE!
Gothic Author - ^.^ I LOVE DUTCHY TOO! Yeah! :hug: Here's your happy ending! Ask and ye shall recieve! ^.^
Sam - *sigh* I'm very happy you loved this. It's your Christmas present, and I"m not gettin you anything else! LOL Merry Christmas, kid.
"Don't ever tell anyone anything, you start to miss people." :'( *waves* Good-bye all.
