Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Redwing decided that I couldn't buy any part of it for $1.50, and I still don't own the people, but only cuz slave labor is illegal in America. ^_~

A/N: I apologize for anyone who is a bit uncharacteristic in this, because I've never seen any of you in these situations before, so I'm just imagining them how I think you'd react. I also would like to add that for some reason, people in my stories say 'dude' when they're hyper. I think I accidentally picked it up from Outkasts, from Thumbsucker Snitch (which is a very good story) but I can't help it now. It just sounds so much better with that one little word.  Anyways, read, REVIEW and Enjoy!! ^_~

 

Chapter 8: A Confession and Some Spoons

Monday Night, Part Three

The mood downstairs hadn't changed, but Gryffin looked at the party differently when she walked down the steps. Race was teaching Willow, Kristan and Hermione to play poker with M&M's.

"Too bad Jules isn't here," Gryffin thought, referring to Kristan's older brother. The last time she had eaten M&M's, Jules had been with Kristan and another of their friends, Sydney. Jules thought it was fun to sit across the room and throw the candy down the girls' shirts. She continued her survey of the room.

Spot was sleeping, his head on Race's leg. Whatever Artemis and Jack were talking about, Snitch was totally bemused. Artemis was stretched out over both of them as they sat on a wooden bench. Eeyore sat chatting with Brooke on the floor. Brooke was making a piece of jewelry from hemp and Eeyore was fiddling with her engagement ring. They all looked so happy. Gryffin felt a world apart, even though they were all in the same little room. She couldn't possibly imagine how Kid Blink felt.

When she looked around, she saw him giving Hermione a tip on her hand with that toothpaste-commercial-smile on his face. Well, if he could smile after that and still have fun, then so could she.

A loud slam came from the back of the cabin. Everybody jumped. The port-a-potty doors had just been slammed shut. Gryffin and Willow looked at each other. They had stayed in one place for too long, although it was probably just a camper.

"SSHHHHH," Artemis said, unnecessarily. The room was already so quiet that you could hear Race shaking his leg under the table. The door shut again and they heard footsteps heading back up the gravel path to the tents.

"Come on then, let's go." Willow gathered the cards from the table and the group silently headed out the door.

"Sos where we goin?" Jack asked once they were half way down the path.

"We could go to the Corral," Brooke suggested. "The lights wouldn't bother anyone, and nobody's around it."

Murmurs of assent rose from the small crowd. Snitch was finally awake and he and Skittery were making faces at one another.

"What are you guys trying to do?" Gryffin asked as Skittery folded both of his lips under and stretched his eyes up. Snitch and Gryffin laughed.

"Seein' who can make da ugliest face. See, Jack ova dere ain't allowed ta play anymore, dough. 'Is face is too ugly ta start wid." Snitch dodged behind Skittery as Jack grabbed for him. Snitch giggled.

"Jack be nimble! Jack be quick! Jack can't nevah catch da Snitch!"

Jack made another wild lunge, but he completely missed Snitch and Skittery. He brought Artemis crashing to the ground instead.

"Dude! What do you think you're doing? Dat ain't cool, Jack, goin' afta a guy's goirl when 'e's jus' playin wid cha." Conversation dropped again. It had a way of doing that when something interesting happened.

"'Your girl,' Snitch?" Artemis asked as Snitch pulled her off the ground. Snitch turned pink.

"I'd like yas ta be. If you'll 'ave me." Snitch raised his gaze from the ground to Artemis. His ears burned red and his eyes were very soft. Artemis promptly glomped him. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"W00T!" she yelled (in L337) as she kissed his cheek. He slowly placed her back on the ground. She kept her hand on his waist as they continued their walk to the Corral. Snitch was more than happy enough to do the same.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Someone screamed as Willow turned on the lights. Kitch*Nsynk looked around wildly, afraid that they had been caught. A thud came from the farthest corner of the Corral.

Gryffin grabbed the broom from beside the door and went with Jack, Race and Spot to investigate.

"MUSH!"

"CHRISTINE!"

Jack and Gryffin yelled at the same time. Two red-faced figures seemed to appear from nowhere. Mush looked like he just got some. His shirt was untucked and the first few buttons were undone. His hair was messed up, and Christine's signature ball cap lay forgotten on the floor.

"Hey, we were looking for you," Hermione said in a completely emotionless voice. Then her sarcasm showed through. "Dear God, you could have told us if you didn't want to be found."

"Shut up Hermione. It's kind of... cute." Willow loved to disagree with Hermione, even if it wasn't true. It was one of her favorite pass times. Gryffin, on the other hand, actually did think it was cute.

Blink clapped Mush on the shoulder. Mush was a bright shade of pink now, and he had moved considerably far away from Christine. Knowing how much Mush was still like a little kid, Blink went to comfort him.



"It's okay Mush," he whispered so that only the people really close to him could hear. "Don't get nervous. Don't get shy. We all do it, and sometimes, you get caught. Remember dat time when Jack an' Sarah were in Blind Man's Alley? When Jack started to undo her..." Blink let his sentence trail off when he noticed the look Jack was giving him, but it didn't matter. He had accomplished his mission. Mush was laughing.

Eeyore removed the random silverware from her pocket.

"Do any of you guys want to play spoons?" she asked, smirking.

Kitch*Nsynk members smiled. Spoons was a very violent card game where you were supposed to pass the cards around the table one at a time until somebody got all four of one number. That person took a spoon off the table slowly, as to not attract attention from any of the other players. Everyone else would eventually notice that the spoons had gone missing, and would grab for any remaining silver. The person who didn't get a spoon was out.

It was never that organized though.

People threw handfuls of cards across the table at each other, talking loudly as they did so, and fought like wild animals over the spoons when anyone even bumped them. It was the perfect game for a bunch of rowdy teenagers.

They played a few rounds for practice first so that the boys would understand. They caught on quickly. Spot was very good. If he wasn't the first to grab a spoon, he was almost always second.

"Raaacce," Kristan whined. "Race, it's not fair! I want my kiss from Spot, Race."

"Shaddup, Kristan! I's tryin' ta play cards!" She started pulling on his arm like a little kid. They fought like a married couple.

"But Racetrack! You of all people know that you can't back out on a bet."

Race grumbled incoherently. Most of the game passed like this, causing Kristan and Race to be among the first out. Mush, Brooke, and Willow were soon out too. Blink was starting to get hyper again, and constantly bumped the spoons, making everyone jump. Eventually, only Eeyore, Spot and Gryffin were left. (FYI: Eeyore and Gryffin usually did win at spoons at Redwing) Spot was starting to loose his concentration. He completely missed a set because his eyes were fixed on Kristan. She may as well have been raping Race, she was pulling on him so much that his shirt was coming unbuttoned. The bare Italian chest distracted Spot even more.

"Why not Race?"

"Cuz I says so!"

"I want my kiss!"

"NO! Leave me alone, Kristan!"

"But!"

"ENOUGH!" Spot yelled, standing up. His voiced cracked when he yelled. It was rather cute. The spoons went clattering to the floor in a flurry of cards. Both Race and Kristan froze. Spot pulled Kristan's hands from Race's shirt and held her wrists. He glared at her in that ice, Brooklyn-glare. Kristan tried to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. He pulled her up out of her seat instead. She was inches from his face, and terrified. In one sharp movement, he pulled her closer and kissed her full on the lips. "Dere! Now keep yer hands offa my boyfriend!"

Kristan collapsed back into her seat. Race was still frozen, a look of utter surprise on his face.

"What? Do you need one too?" Spot asked, pushing Race's face to one side. "Maybe dis'll teach yas ta gamble. Ya made me kiss a goirl." Spot resumed his place at the table. Race still stared at him, dumbfounded. Gryffin slowly started to pick up the cards and put them back on the table.

"Um, yeah. So whose turn is it to deal?"


End Eight

A/N: Well, hope you liked. ^_^ Bye then!!

Shoutouts!

Moon: Don't worry, your kiss is coming. You really like romance and stuff, hunh? ^_^ Well, I'm not too into writing it, but there's some fluff in this. Enjoy!

Storm: Yeah, when the night is over I'll write about your Boots, and me sleeping at the barn. (as usual) Glad you like it. Luv ya hon!!

Kristan: I heart you too!! I heart you very Mushly!! I hope you enjoy this chappie... its not too long though... it's fairly interesting.

Maddie: Yes, Kristan really does have a crush on Spot, but alas... he's gay. Oh well, I suppose she'll just have to find another guy. Congrats on not being shy!! Really!! And you'll find out where Christine is, don't worry. ^_~ I don't want to hear about any more of you and Cassie arguing over whose sex Spot likes better... its just wrong.

Cassie: Maybe I'd better stop writing if I'm giving my campers explicit dreams about Newsies. LOL! Blink may brag, I dunno yet. That would be a funny chapter for later. *makes mental note *

Arty: I knew what I meant when I wrote it, I just didn't know what I was typing. lol. I know you're lazy, but I think I'll get a good review this chapter. ^_~

Alyssa: I'm glad that your computer doesn't hate you anymore. Sorry you're not in it, but if I ever write a random fic about SA or some such, I'll include you.