Notes!: Skittery/Snoddy this chapter! I love Snoddy, and his gay walk…. And I'll try not to make Skits too bitchy….
Thank yous: Erm…..Carmen, Wizesandz and Fatechan, for their beta-ing goodness. All of the reviewers!!! Yay!!
Disclaimer: All of the Newsies, their personalities and their body parts are owned by someone else. Even Jack's sexy lips ::pout::
The Sweetest Wine
Glass Three: The Meaning of 'Stay'
When Snoddy left the loud ruckus in the bunk room, Skittery was already sitting on the steps outside, a ways down. He had taken off his over shirt and was just wearing his pink undershirt with his pants and his suspenders sliding off of his shoulders. Snoddy beamed, projecting his warmth to the other boy. Not that Skittery noticed or anything, he seemed preoccupied.
"Ehya dere, Beautiful." Snoddy said, smirking slightly. Skittery turned around and snorted,
"Don' call me dat."
"Why not?" Skittery shrugged with one shoulder.
"Guys ain't s'posed ta be beautiful, deys s'posed ta be 'andsome."
"Well, youse is beautiful, an' dat's dat. I don' care 'bout what's s'posed ta be." Snoddy stuck his tongue out at Skittery, who was startled into a laugh. "Sos Ise claims all da rights ta call youse 'beautiful'!"
"Whatevah…." Skittery gave up and went back to staring at his knees, not even making an effort to argue; he knew he couldn't win, at least in this. Snoddy trotted down the rest of the steps and sat on a step higher than the one Skittery was on, and placed his knees on either side of Skittery's torso. He pulled the other boy back so his wavy haired head was leaning against Snoddy's chest. Skittery resisted being pulled for a moment, the muscles in his shoulders and back tensing, before letting himself go and falling back.
"Somethin''s wrong. Wha' 'appened?" Snoddy asked immediately.
"Nuttin'."
"It ain't nuttin'. Youse ain't dis distant when ev'ryt'in's fine. Youse ain't hahdly evah dis bitchy." Snoddy said, smiling tenderly. Skittery leaned his head back, looked up at Snoddy, and the left corner of his mouth twitched upwards almost imperceptibly. Snoddy's smile widened into a full-fledged grin.
"So youse found me out."
"It's not loike it was dat 'ard er anythin'."
"Oh, t'anks, dat makes me feel real good."
"Jus' tell me wha's wrong, willya?!" Snoddy snapped, his voice exasperated. "No use tryin' ta side track me."
"It was woith a try."
"No it wuddn't. Anyway, wha's wrong? Spit it ou' already." Skittery suddenly looked nervous, and ducked his head as much as possible, while it was resting on Snoddy's chest, hiding his face from view.
"Well…. Ise was worried… y'see Ise watch a lot. People on da street as dey're walking by an' stuff, y'know? An' if youse watch 'nuff people, youse notice a few t'ings. Dere's lots a heart broken people out dere, Snod. An' it's always fer a different reason, but da results is always da same. Ise t'ink Ise notice too much." Skittery looked up, his face somber.
"Skits, dere's lots a people too stupid ta know what deys gots." Snoddy said, looking slightly perplexed.
"I don' wanna be like dat, Snod. Youse wouldn' do dat ta me would youse, Snoddy?" Then it dawned on him.
"Youse is afraid Ise is gonna leave youse. Ain't dat true Skits?"
"Youse won' leave, willya?" Skittery asked without answering.
"Naw, 'course not. Ise couldn' do da ta youse, and I wouldn' wanna."
"Good." Skittery retorted. He snuggled against Snoddy then, the tension drained from his system, and he smiled in contentment. Snoddy smiled, and wrapped his arms around Skittery's shoulders. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Snoddy's grin turned evil, as he leaned over and whispered into Skittery's ear. The other boy turned bright red and stood up, stumbling down a couple more stairs.
"Okay! Someone is sleepin' in deir own bed tonigh'!"
"Aww….Come on, Beautiful! Ise was jus' jokin'." Snoddy whined, latching onto Skittery, who pulled away, his cheeks still red.
"It was still uncalled fer! Ise ain't lettin' someone wit dat kinda intentions sleep next ta me!"
"Shoah, shoah. It's not like Ise was actually gonna do anyt'in'!"
"Ise don' know dat! But, I guess, I'll forgive youse, 'cause I'm dat gen'rous."
"Yeah, Beautiful, shaoh. Gen'rous. Ev'ryone knows dat youse don' like ta sleep all alone," Snoddy grinned wickedly, "Me 'specially!" Skittery grumbled, knowing that he never won an argument against the other brunette.
"Whatevah." Skittery leaned over and kissed Snoddy on the lips, silencing any further arguments.
"Well, dat shoah is one hell of an argument youse got dere, Skits." Snoddy said when he could speak again. He then threw himself at Skittery, whose eyes widened at the incoming body. They tumbled partway down the stairs with the impact, Snoddy on top. Staying in the solitude of the stairwell, they curled up again, enjoying the time to themselves.
Notes: Hmmm…. This chapter certainly could have been better. I think it's crap ^_^. Well, not totally, I guess. Some of it amuses me. Hopefully the next chapter I write (be it of Foundations of TSW) will be a lot better…. (Well, I can hope, can't I?) Blink/Mush next in TSW!!!!! I hope you liked this chapter! Review!!!....please….??
