Helloooo, my beautiful lovelies! I know I have not posted in a few days, I'm sorry. But I've been a tad bit busy. And I'll tell you I cheated a little, I went on a list of prompts today (yes, another new site) and looked for one involving traveling since I will be doing a bit of traveling myself this week, so if I do not have time to update don't be sad. Then again, I may have all the time in the world on the plane; so you'll never know! hehe. But yes, the other two parts of the prompt were totally random though; so it was still a challenge. lol.

Now, suggestions are always welcome; so if you want to give me a couple bunnies (a prompt) I totally encourage that.

Disclaimer: If I owned Newsies it would have been turned into an unending series...or at LEAST had a sequel...

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-SPACER SPACER REALLY FANCY SPACER-

Traveling, a high school year book, and spilt drinks

"Have you started packing yet?"

"No…"

Two days.

"Have you started packing YET?"

"I'll get to it! Stop being a nag!"

The night before leaving…

"Sean, where's your bag? Let's put them in the car now so we don't have to do it at four tomorrow morning…" Tony called from the bedroom where he was putting his last minute objects into his bags.

"Uh…can we wait a little while?" Sean asked from his seat on the couch, where he'd been all day, watching a marathon of a stupid sitcom he kept complaining that he hated.

Tony walked out of the bedroom and into their living room, his hand holding the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and asked a question he already knew the answer to, "Why?"

"Well…I'm not done packing yet." The blonde stated, rubbing the back of his neck, now regretting his decision to procrastinate; not because he felt packing ahead of time was necessary but because he knew he would get a lecture.

"Seannnnn…" Tony whined, wanting to doubt his boyfriend's lack of responsibility but at the same time not surprised in the least, "I told you to start packing a week ago! You probably haven't even started yet!"

"Well…" Sean wanted to lie, but knew there was no use, "no…but I was planning on starting soon!" he stated and the frustrated Italian threw his arms up, as if to say he was giving up.

"There is no 'soon', Sean! We leave tomorrow morning and it's seven o'clock! When were you planning on starting? Three o'clock tomorrow morning? While we were in the car? On the freaking plane?" he asked, his voice sounding more like his mother's with every word, but unable to help himself with his seemingly useless boyfriend, "You can't do this kind of thing, Sean! You have to be responsible! We're going away for ten days! What if you forget something? Do you know how much more likely you are to forget something if you pack in a rush? And you probably won't even fold anything…think about what it'll be like trying to close your suitcase! Or, heaven forbid, trying to open it once we get there! It'll be a disaster! I…" he continued to ramble but Sean had stopped listening sentences ago, knowing he would scold him until his voice went sore whether anyone was listening to him or not.

Knowing that his boyfriend would not allow him a moment's peace until his bag was completely packed and zipped shut he walked into the bedroom and pulled the suitcase that Tony's mother had let them borrow out from under the bed and hoisted it up onto the mattress. The smaller boy followed him in and leaned on the doorframe, watching the other boy as he walked over to their closet.

He began grabbing random t-shirts and pants from his closet and throwing them into the suitcase across the bedroom one by one, too lazy to walk the extra five feet. Tony walked over with a roll of his eyes and began folding things, placing them neatly in the leather container. He looked at one of the shirts in the pile, holding it up and yet again rolling his eyes, "Sean, are you even looking at what you're tossing over here? This is my work shirt." He stated and threw it back to the other boy, who shrugged and put it back on a hanger.

"I just don't see why this is a big deal…" He stated, turning to the other boy and leaning against the doorframe of the closet.

"Because you know I like to be prepared…I just don't want you to end up in San Diego with one t shirt, eleven pairs of MY socks, and your high school year book!" Tony stated, walking over to the other boy, stopping only a few inches away from him.

"Aw, you care about me!" The blonde grinned, pulling the shorter boy into an embrace.

"You know I do, idiot…" The Italian smiled, returning the gesture.

"So will you help me pack?" Sean asked with a smirk.

"Yes…" Tony begrudgingly stated, walking over to the closet.

With satisfied smile playing upon his lips Sean walked over to the bed, flopping down on the section that was not being occupied by the suitcase. Tony rolled his eyes, mumbling something about spoiled children, and then packing all of his boyfriend's clothes within ten minutes.

When they arrived at the hotel room Sean flopped down on the bed, then walked over to his suitcase to change his pants; they had hit turbulence unexpectedly and the person sitting next to Sean's drink splashed all over his jeans, causing an unsightly and rather sticky stain to land right on his lap. As he opened his suitcase he pulled out a pair of pants and within moments realized them to be Tony's. He shrugged and threw the garment in the general direction of his boyfriend's suitcase, not bothered by the mistake. He then tilted his head in confusion as the second pair of pants also belonged to the Italian, and the third, and the fourth, all of the pants in his suitcase belonged to the other boy who was looking at him smugly from the bed.

"Tony…what did you do?" he whined from his place on the floor.

"Maybe you shouldn't wait so long to pack next time; you may accidentally pack the wrong thing…" Tony grinned, happy with himself and his ability to play such a prank on his procrastinating lover.

"Asshole…" Sean stated with a defeated grin and walked over to the bed, tackling the other boy playfully and placing a kiss of surrender on his boyfriend's lips.

-"HE'S A SPACER, A STAR CHASER, HE'S A SPACER"...NO HE'S NOT...BUT THIS IS-

sorry...I'm hyper right now...hehe...but I don't know if the slash challenge for Newsies Forever is still happening? But this is my...fourth? yeah, fourth submission for http:/newsiesforever(DOT)webs(DOT)com/