The Shout-Out's to Mah Peeps...

Pie!Muse: Poley, please don't ever talk like that again.

Hehe ^__^;

Alexandra Paige: Shortie! You changed your name, dude! *states the obvious, duh* Thank the gods there was no Jack/Pulitzer in Newsies. *shudders* Ew. And the foot is tasting a bit like pink Converse, which happen to taste just like rubber ^___^.

Thumbsucker Snitch: YaaaaaY, cookies! I made Jack/Davey hot-damn-sexy o_o, whoa. Cool!

Drama-Queen: Where ya been, this has *been* interesting. Nah, I'm just joshin' ya, I'm not that egotistical. -Dutchy!Muse: *coughyeahrightcough*-

Falco Conlon: Scrummy... like as in scrumptiously yummy? Mmmm, yes, that does sound good.

GlitterPunk: Of course I'll put ya in Shadey! Erm, if I could find someplace to squeeze ya in. If not, there is a definite opening for you in the next series. Aye, laziness, yes, I never feel like doing Shout-Out's 'cause I'm a lazy Beeotch. -Pie!Muse: What did I say about the ghetto talk?! Arg!- Cute bugger isn't he?

Seraph: Heh, what's left of Davey's list... hm, like two and a half more things I think. Yeh, I've had to reread through earlier chapters just to keep up with myself too.

Stage: Hehe, I never thought I'd actually write a Davey fic. Or even like him. But, well, lookit me now!

geometrygal: *leaves you to your euphoric high*

Blinks-Tiger: I'm the Whore and Master of short chapters. Ehh, it's what I'm known for. Agrees with your comment 100 and 50 percent. The quality here is really going downhill. What happen? *sigh* Sometimes I'm afraid to even click the little link anymore.

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I had hoped my night would be filled with Cowboy dreams. Only it was hard to get any sleep at all when I kept being woken up by the sounds of Pie Eater retching up his guts. Apparently he couldn't hold still for the full ten minutes. After eight he grabbed the pie and scarfed it down before Racetrack could get his hands on a piece.

'What's wrong with that guy anyway,' Race had ranted for almost an hour afterward as Pie lay on our floor whimpering. 'Ya'd think that was the only damn pie left in the entire world! Bet'cha he'd rather spend the night with a piece of pie than with a girl.'

He finally shut up when Misprint came wandering down from the girls' floor looking for him. When she called, he jumped; I really need to find a man like that.

I finish buttoning up my ugly butter-yellow shirt and tuck it into my slacks. I move slow and sluggishly, still tired and wishing for another half an hour of sleep. My roommates dress just as slowly which gives me a chance to admire Mush's really well built physique.

"I ain't into that, Davey," he says pulling in his shirt.

"What? What, I didn't do anything," I cry feeling the blush rise in my cheeks.

"I can feel your eyes on me," he turns towards me and I take one last peek at his abs before his shirt is buttoned. "I got a girlfriends, Shortie, remember her?"

As if on cue, the girl named for her short stature showed up at our dorm door. "Mush, breakfast, c'mon."

He grinned and rushed to the doorway still getting his uniform situated.

"Hi, Dave. Nice night," Shortie asked as she helped Mush straighten his tie.

I look her over a moment, wondering if Duckie had spilt the beans on mine and Jack's kiss. Not being able to read the smile on her face, I just shrug, "It was alright."

"I'm sure it was," she says linking arms with Mush. "Later all!"

"She's, um, chipper this morning," I comment.

Specs rolled his eyes, "She's chipper whenever she's with Mush."

"They're in looooooove," Dutchy teased.

"Hm. Lucky them."

Dutchy scoffed, "Yeah, right. Poor saps. Don't fall for that love bullshit, Dave, it's pure crap. See ya later, love, I'm gonna go meet up with Queenie."

Specs nodded and quickly kissed the blonde as he dashed out the dorm room. His dark eyes showed sorrow as he sat on his lover's bed to pull on his shoes.

"You okay, Specs?"

"Sure."

"You sure?"

"I just said 'sure', didn't I," he snapped.

I bit my tongue to hold back the foul mouthed comment I wanted to lash out with. "Still mad at him for missing your anniversary?"

"No."

"Mad at him for something else?"

"No," his answer was quieter, almost a whisper.

"Are you mad at him at all?"

He shook his head, "No.... I love him."

"Oh," I sat down next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Uh-oh."

He nodded, "I know."

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During the course of the school day I had expected everyone to be abuzz with the kiss I shared with Jack. Tom my surprise and somewhat disappointment, it wasn't. I guess Duckie had kept her word and kept her mouth shut. So far, I have as well.

"Any big plans for tomorrow night, Dave," Skittery asked as we took our place at out usual lunch table.

"Study. Homework. Sleep. Why? What trouble you looking to get me into?"

"None, man, but tomorrow is our Halloween dance."

"Dance? Huh? Where?"

"In the gym, where else? We're allowed to wear costumes, eat plenty and dance our asses off."

"Nobody told me there was going to be a dance."

He shrugged, "Probably because you've been so wrapped up in that jack off list."

"I don't have a costume. Or a date for that matter."

"Friday is a half day. Medda and some of the Sisters are going to take a few groups to buy costumes, assuming you have money and all."

I nodded remembering the forty dollars I stole from my father's wallet the morning I was dropped off here.

"Cool, I'll tell Medda to add you to her group."

"But I don't have a date, Skitts."

"Neither do I," he said getting a determined look on his face. "But I will. I spent enough nights here alone."

I look over my shoulder to the table he was concentrating so hard on. There were a few girls there, two I knew, three I didn't; Itey, Snitch and Snoddy were the only others at the table. "So which one you gonna ask out," I asked Skittery. "Chance, Magic or one of the others."

"One of the others," he said standing from the table. "Hey, Snitch, c'mere a minute." He grinned down at me seeing the perplexed look on my face. "Don't look so surprised, Dave, beggars can't be choosers."

"Um... yeah?" Snitch asked as he cautiously approached Skittery.

"Got a date for tomorrow yet?"

"Nah," Snitch answered smiling bashfully. "Trying to still convince Itey, but he won't go with me."

"I will."

The other boy blushed pink at Skittery's offer; Skittery looked at him quite hungrily. I was half expecting him to ravish the poor boy right in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Okay, sure. That'd... uh, that's cool. Do you wanna, um, come sit at my table?"

I returned to my lunch as Skittery moved to join his new beau. Not feeling hungry in the least, I picked over the food sitting in front of me. If only getting Cowboy to agree to a date was that easy.

"Dave," Crutchy called out as he eagerly hobbled over to my table, handing me a blue slip of paper. "It's a pass to Denton's office. You have visitors."

My stomach literally dropped. "Who?" I didn't even need to ask, I already knew. After all, who the hell else would come visit me here?

"Your parents."

Great.

"Some little kid."

Wonderful.

"And this pretty hot looking girl."

Fuck.

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YaaaaaaaaY! I added some Snitch/Skitts-ness. I've been feeling in a Snitch/Skitts kinda mood ^______^.