We're Having A Heat Wave
By Sweet Anne, Anne, Kelly…whatever you know me by, lol
Disclaimer: I own……………..nothing. Yeah, even all those periods over there aren't mine.
(Big) AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter was supposed to be Race's. Well, if you didn't notice, the first two chapters came out within three days of each other. The Race one has taken me about twenty one days (quick math at 12:56 isn't going to necessarily be accurate, but something like twenty one) AND I'm not even close to being finished. I can't get from point A to B. SOOO I decided to be a kind soul and give you what should have been chapter four. Enjoy and forgive me about the Race thing.
Summary: It's hot and Dutchy won't share the ice cream that Specs so desperately wants. There's a twist as to why he won't share, but, in general, I don't like this chapter. It's alright…but I don't particularly like it. Except Diabetic!Specs. I LOVE him!!!!
Chapter three: Specs
I don't care what other people say. My boyfriend is a real jackass when he's got a mind to be.---------
"I hate you," I muttered under my breath, resting my head in my hands. Dutchy chuckled from his seat next to me and continued eating his ice cream.
"You do not," He said in response, licking his lips as he met my gaze. I glared, kicking a rock off the steps where we sat.
"Why can't I have one lick, Dutch?? It's hot and. I'm. Dying!!" To prove my point, I pretended to fall dead on the stairs, twitching a little as I went down.
"Don't whine. It isn't very…attractive," He said. I didn't take him seriously. He was laughing too hard.
Have I mentioned that I'm majoring in Drama? Hence the whole dying thing.
"Only one lick. Please," I pouted, hoping he'd give in. He shook his head, a few drops of the ice cream sliding down his hand, "Pretty please??"
"Specs, I'm not giving you my ice cream. You'll get sick."
"I will not!" I said, glaring at him as he took a few sprinkles from the edge of the Styrofoam bowl and shoved them in my mouth.
"You got sick last time," He said, staring ahead instead of looking at me.
"That was different!" I protested, making a grab for the ice cream. He saw it coming and shifted the bowl to his other hand.
"How do you figure that?" He asked, staring at me with those penetrating eyes of him. Grr…damn him when he's serious.
"It was winter then. Now it's summer…and it's HOT!!"
"You're hot. That doesn't mean I'm going to dip you in sprinkles and lick you like a lollipop,"
Double-Grr!! Now he's being all cute and I can't really be mad at him. I liked the simile, too. Damn him when he's adorable!!
"If you give me that ice cream I'll let you dip me in whatever sugary substance you can think of and lick me until your tongue is the size of a walrus!"
"Specs, as attractive as that mental image is, I am not giving you this ice cream," He said softly, his voice lowered to make it seem soothing. It pissed me off. I just wanted one lick!!!
"Come on!! This is the hottest day of the entire year and you're denying me the only relief that's presented itself."
"Specs, do you even remember getting sick last time?" Now his voice was low from pain that had laced its way through his words. I felt guilty without even knowing why.
"No…I just remember getting an ice cream cone. That's it…that's all I remember."
"Yeah, well that's because you passed out. Your blood sugar level was through the roof and your heart almost shut down. And I was right next to you, Specs. I watched the entire thing…" Dutchy was silent, the bowl of ice cream placed next to him on the steps. It was melting, but he didn't notice.
"Dutchy…I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have asked. I mean…it's under control now. I'm fine. But…sorry for asking."
"My dad died from diabetes, you know. He ignored his doctors and didn't take the medication. He just kept eating like a kid. I think he ate more sweets then my brother and I combined. And then one day he was rushed to the hospital, his blood sugar levels almost over seven hundred. He had irreparable damage to his heart and blood vessels. He was in a coma for three weeks before my mom took him off life support."
"Dutchy…how come you never told me?" I whispered, sliding closer to him and taking his hand tight in mine. Tears hit the skin on the back of my hand and I couldn't tell if they were his or mine.
"I was there when he collapsed! I saw him hit the ground, heard the groan that slipped from his lips as his eyes closed! I was only a kid, Specs!! And I watched my father slip into a coma right before my eyes. I was at his bedside when my mother told the doctors to pull the plug! I tried to fight off the doctor, Specs. Fight him so he'd let my father live!"
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and he buried his face into my shirt, his back heaving as he sobbed. I fought my emotions to stop my own flow of tears. I had to be strong, if not for myself, then for him. He needed me to be strong right now.
"You're scared I'll end up like that, aren't you?" I whispered, kissing his hair before pressing my cheek to his. His skin was slick with tears and it nearly ripped my heart out.
"Dutchy, look at me, ok? I'm fine now. Everything's fine. I'm not sick anymore. I'll never leave you."
"You didn't see it, Specs," Dutchy whispered, sniffling softly as he began to calm down.
"I know, love. But you couldn't have stopped what happened to your dad…"
"Not him, Specs. Not him!!" He took a deep breath and his voice cracked, "You. You never had to watch me collapse into your arms, Specs. You didn't have to feel the weight of my body as we both fell to the ground. You didn't have to listen to the guy in the ambulance tell you that my heart was under too much pressure to function right. I DID!! I had to go through it when you nearly died!!! I had already gone through it once, Specs, and I couldn't bear to lose someone I cared for again! I can't let you leave me," The tears that had choked Dutchy's voice seconds before were gone, the only evidence of them left on his cheeks. He was just quiet now. Quiet and pained, his mind swimming in the hurt I knew he felt. The hurt I had caused.
"Dutchy, I told you I wouldn't leave you. I'm…I'm fine again. I have the diabetes under control. Just…know that I love you and I would never hurt you on purpose. Never, you hear me?" I whispered, massaging the back of his neck with my fingers. I could see the corners of his mouth rising and I was glad. He was smiling. I love when he smiled. I love him.
"Specs?"
"Yeah," I said, surprised when he met my gaze.
"I've never been in love before."
"You're young, Dutch. You've got plenty of time to fall for someone," I hated the way that sounded coming from my lips. It felt like…like I was telling him he'd fall for someone, but a someone that wasn't me. That could never be me.
"That's the thing," He started, shifting his position on the step so that we were facing each other and his knees were brushing against mine, "I already have."
I smiled, closing my eyes as his lips covered mine, savoring the connection that always brought ecstasy to every inch of my body. I laughed against his lips when his hand traveled up my shirt and along my spine. It tickled and he knew it would. I was distracted enough by that for him to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I didn't mind, you know. The tongue thing didn't bother me. Especially since he still tasted sweet, like the ice cream he had been eating. His entire mouth was cool and tasted like vanilla and sprinkles.
He laid me gently down onto the steps, him on top, just by chance. He doesn't care about that stuff really. My eyes were closed and I could tell his were too, our lips still moving together in a perfect harmony. His hair was tickling my cheeks, but I could care less. The sensation of him being this close to me, the feeling of him being mine…that was enough to make me forget about anything.
"My guardian angel," I whispered as he pulled away for air. He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and I felt like I was in heaven. A heaven that had light blonde hair and sexy-as-hell glasses.
"For the love of God! Get a room!"
Dutchy sat up and I wiggled out from under him, both of us blushing red as Race came down the stairs, laughing at our embarrassment. Dutchy actually chuckled softly to himself, which I found amazing. He could always laugh during a situation that was otherwise humiliating.
As Race walked down the stairs, followed by Spot, Dutchy leaned in and whispered into me ear, "Wanna listen to Race and get a room?"
Is it even necessary for me to write down my answer?? You aren't that dumb, right…
…Well, it involved a nod, a smile and two very impassioned tongues, if that helps with a mental image.
God, do I love Dutchy.
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I don't care what other people say. My boyfriend is the best guy in the world and he's the love of my life, even if he won't give me ice cream. Well…unless it's already in his mouth. Then I'm allowed to have it.
It's not like he'll stop me from snogging him senseless. God, what a great expression.
End
Next Chapter: Since this chapter was technically supposed to be the Race one, that'll be next chapter if I can churn it out. If not, then we'll move on to Itey's chapter. I can't wait to write that one!!!! We will EVENTUALLY get to Race, don't worry. His chapter is just giving me a lot of trouble.
Anne: Wohoo!! I love Diabetic!Specs!!!!!
Specs: *glares* Thanks! I always appreciate obtaining diseases that could potentially kill me
Anne: You're just a drama queen!!!!
Specs: The only reason I'm a so-called 'drama queen' is because you made that my major!!! Evil, rotten *continues muttering*
Dutchy: Waaay too many big words. I'm lost. *Starts coloring on the walls*
Anne: Hey, I gave Dutchy's dad diabetes. At least you didn't die like he did!
Dutchy: *eyes widen* You killed my daddy? Dada…is dead?? *begins to whimper*
Anne: *whispers to Dutchy* No…Specs did
Dutchy: *eyes narrow and his crayon turns into a lightsabor* You'll pay yet!!!
Specs: Meep *runs off screaming as Dutchy chases him*
Anne: *smirks* Ah, the beauty of controlling the fic. Now, on to what you've all been waiting for *trumpets sound* Shout Outs!!!!
Race: Why've they been waiting for those?
Anne: *glares* Watch it, shortie, or I'll pair you with…erm…Snyder! Muah ha!!
Race: 0_0
Snyder: *winks at Race*
Race: x_x…*dies*
SOs
Sneaks: Heehee, I'm glad you enjoyed this!! And that you found it funny!! DUDE, somebody finds my humor funny!!! Come on!! That's such perfection, lol!!! ANYWAY, I hope you like this chapter…even if I don't, lol. Specs/Dutchy is adorable at least, right?
Thistle: Heehee, not a big Snitch fan? Well, maybe I'll be able to slowly convert you. OR you could go and read some of Lute's fabulous stories on our local thief. That's like…pressing fast forward on an exercise video and still losing all the weight *nods* Yup yup…there's no way you can NOT like Snitch after Lute's finished with you. And I'm glad you liked the kiss. I liked it too. I was proud of how aww-ish it came out, lol.
AND…I'm very, very, very sorry that this chapter isn't with Spot. I just…wanted it to be perfect and kept disliking what I wrote. It will eventually get finished, love, don't worry.
Artemis-chan of Redwing: Heehee, did you hear that guys?? She said you were very cute *does the broccoli dance with Diabetic!Specs* Wheee. Glad you enjoyed Denial!Snitch. He's available for social gatherings, if you're interested.
Studentnumber24601: *dies* *rereads your review* *to keep up the pattern, dies again* Yeah…you get the general idea. Well, I don't take flattery well. Actually, I suck when I'm complimented…but thank you so much. I'm mystified that you thought the last chapter was fabulous. Since you ROCK, it's a huge compliment.
(And the wet boys rolling around in their boxers…that put everyone in their happy place ^ ___________ ^)
HopeWasHere: Meep. I wrote!!! I did!! I swear…look up there ^^^^^ Heehee, a bit of a homophobe, eh? Well, I'll change that. *swoons* Beautifully written?? Have I mentioned that I LOVE YOU?!?! Two Emmys, two thumbs up and a five star rating?? Heehee, you rock!! Mucho rocking of the sock. I give you everything you mentioned (Emmys, thumbs and stars) PLUS the added bonus of an action figure of your choice. Currently, you can choose between Denial!Snitch, Diabetic!Specs, or Partially Schizophrenic!Mush. Heehee, enjoy, dear.
Gothic Author: Meep…I knew I'd get a review like that from you. Yeah, isn't it horrifying to think of ME not pairing Race with anyone?? I guess it explains why the chapter has yet to be finished…VERY hard time not making Race jump Spot's ass. NOW pick up your jaw and review like a good monkey!!
Zip1899: *blinks very slowly and begins to back away* Very sorry, love. If I had known you'd *coughgocompletelycrazycough* dislike Skittery being gay, I would've shielded you from the chapter, lol. Well, in my mind, all the newsies are gay. *shrugs and dances away* BUT at least you liked the chapter!! Whee.
Shadowlands: Heehee, yeah-age!!! Glad you liked chapter two better then one. *shrugs* The making-out-in-only-boxers thing really made me like the chapter better then the other one, but, HEY, that's just me, lol. Heehee, you said 'ha ha funny funny' in your review. That cracked me up!!!
Imaginelet: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was one of the people to convert you to Slashoholism!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!! That sooo made my early-hours-of-the-morning day. ^ ______________ ^ Isn't slash great? I love it to death.
Chicago: Oh jeez!!!! The 'de'nile' comment had me in stitches!!! SOOO frickin corny!! I LOVE IT!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!! I agree, though. Snitch is a retard and doesn't realize what's right in front of him until the two of them are stripped down to boxers and underneath a sprinkler. Mmmm...wet boys. Yumm-age.
Bottle Cap (and Dibs): I come bringing a third chapter AND a shout out to the two of you. HAHA. Happy now, m'dear? Well, first of all…heehee. You liked the second part!!!! Wheeeeeee!!!!! That's great!!! Made me happy. EVEN if Dibs was being a straight butthead. Though I do love him *hides in case Dibs might attack* Heehee, he did make my night just by being grossed out. HA, I love it!!!!!!
In Closing: Hmmm…I'm almost positive that those are all the reviews. I MAY be wrong if fanfiction didn't send them all, but…yeah. OK…shutting up. Either Race or some yummy Itey and Pie-ness next chapter. Who knows. Convince Race to cooperate and you'll see him next.