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A/N: Yeah, I had to give in to you guys who wanted Tru to lighten up, and more Snitch Brandyn interaction. I'm glad you liked it, and I hope you like this chapter too. Thanks so much for the reviews. We love hearing what you guys think, so please, keep those reviews coming!
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Snitch and Mush, stared at Skittery, as their lives flashed before their eyes. They stopped breathing when Race appeared, hiding whatever he had in his hand behind him.
"Here you go Boss," Race said as he glared, giving Skittery the dinky little water gun that squirts as much as spitting would accomplish.
Skittery looked down at his hand, and looked back up at Race, "Isn't there a super soaker, or something?"
Racetrack looked at the water gun, "You didn't have one. You don't even have a water gun at all, that's Brandyn's."
The guys all looked at Brandyn and Tru, who walked to the doorway. Brandyn holding her yarn and knitting needles, looked at Skittery and Racetrack, wondering what they were doing. Tru was behind Brandyn, holding up the plate of cookies. Brandyn looked at the cookies for a second, before stabbing one with a needle, and shoving it in Skittery's face.
"Here, this can be their bail," Brandyn said, as Race and Skittery looked at each other, considering the idea of cookies in exchange of boys coming into the house.
Skittery gave a nod, "I'll take it." He walked off with the plate, leaving Tru's hand in the air.
"Come on in, you guys," Brandyn said, following Tru, who already made her way back to the living room.
The two boys walked in, finding a new gratification to the power of cookies.
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Cleaning up the living room, Tru and Brandyn talked about the events of the evening. Brandyn plopped onto the couch, leaving Tru to fulfill her passion for cleaning, and asked, "So, did Mush keep his hands to himself?"
Tru gave a laugh, slightly blushing, "Yeah, of course he did."
Brandyn shook her finger in the air, "Oh, no no. I don't think so. Snitch and I were spying on you guys, and we saw his hand on your back. "
"Speaking of keeping their hands to themselves," Tru changed the subject. "I saw where Snitch's hand was. It was entangled in yours. How were Snitch's hands?"
Brandyn rolled her eyes, completely oblivious to her Snitch situation, "Oh please, Snitch groped the ice more than he groped me."
Tru laughed, and Brandyn joined her as the girls continued to talk about the boys, how well the dates went, and Tru slowly beginning to warm up to Mush.
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While walking through the yells of annoying little kids, the groups of teenagers hanging out, and the parents ignoring their children begging for money to buy what they want, Spot and Brooklyn browsed around, walking through the mall.
Brooklyn glanced around her, and then brought her gaze back to the right, with a group of boys standing a circle. She smiled, and nudged Spot, "Check out the arms on that kid."
Spot looked in the direction, snarling at the boys, who smiled back at Brooklyn, checking her out. He looked down at his own arms and pouted, before saying, "I could beat him up."
Brooklyn gave Spot a funny look, "I don't need you to beat him up, I need you to get me his number."
Spot rolled his eyes, as she flipped her hair for him, "Well you already have mine, so it's fine. You don't need anymore numbers."
Sarcastically, Brooklyn replied with, "Okay fine. The next time I'm in need for some desperate lovin' I'll call you instead." She laughed, and Spot stared at her.
"What's wrong with that?" Spot asked, and Brooklyn stopped laughing, shooting her right eyebrow into a high arc.
"What's wrong with you?" She shook her head when Spot shrugged, and didn't bring up boys for the rest of the day.
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"Hi Mrs. Snitchtowsky!" Mush smiled at Snitch's mom, as she smiled sweetly in return.
"Hey Mush, you seem happy today," She said, and Mush nodded.
"Well, you know, it's a nice day outside." Mush answered, "Is Snitch home?"
Snitch's mom nodded, letting him walk in. Mush walked up the stairs, with a little jump in his step, and made his way to Snitch's room, "I'm comin' in!" He made himself known, while knocking, and turning the knob, revealing Snitch sitting in a chair, his hair messy, and his face flustered. He was holding knitting needles, and had green yarn all over the floor. "Oh my God," Mush said, closing the door behind him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make something for Brandyn," Snitch said, looking down at what he was trying to make. "She likes the color green, and I'm trying to impress her."
"That knitted ball would not impress anyone," Mush said, and Snitch shot a glare at him.