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Show and Tell: In-House Style

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Tyler Davidson: "If I had a dime for every time I got caught doing something wrong, I'd be rich."

"Dude, could you do us all a favor and NOT smoke that crap in here?"

Niccoli glared at him only briefly before putting out the joint he had made and lit up only seconds earlier. James just glared back and that was the end of that. Good to know some people aren't afraid of a druggie.

Pulitzer didn't even walk us down here today, just came in a few minutes ago, squawking like a hawk and asking us if we knew where Genesis was. She still hasn't shown up. But everyone else was here. And I swear, if you had walked in on us we would have sounded like a group of girls going through PMS. We were carrying on, and bitching about everything. James and Niccoli seemed to be trying to stare each other down (though it was hard for Niccoli to focus on anything), Race looked about two seconds away from punching Jack, Jack was looking ready to punch ANY of us and Genesis was gone and unable to stop the conflicts. I felt slightly outnumbered.

Well, me and Eric.

". . .Oh, you think that's funny jock boy? You think I won't do it? Just try me, come on ya football playing sissy. . ."

". . .It'd probably kill you if you came to school not high wouldn't it?. . ."

Glancing at Eric, he looked pretty freaked out by the pure chaos that was forming all around us. I'm not a violent person and unless there's a really good reason, I never fight. And I don't like to see other people fight. So I whistled, using the fingers-in-your-mouth technique that annoys anyone within hearing distance because it's so loud. But sure enough, it shut them up.

"Would you guys stop your bitching? It's 9:00 in the morning for gods sakes! Peace. Quiet. Good things," I said after I knew I had all of there's attention. Some of them glared while others relaxed.

"Then what exactly, oh genius from above, do you suggest we do at nine o'clock in the morning," Racetrack asked sarcastically crossing his arms over his chest, a sneer on his angry face.

I sighed. How the hell should I know? I just wanted you all to shut up. "I don't know. Anything but what you're doing. Try talking civilly or something."

"What? Share our hopes and dreams and get all that stupid stuff out of the way in hopes that we may someday be the bestest of friends?" Again with the sarcasm from Race. His mother obviously never used the famous soap/mouth washing method of getting him to stop copping an attitude.

"Sure, why not? You can go first Race, I mean, since yours will be so fast. Kids like you don't have enough talent in anything but running your mouth to get a job after high school," Jack added snidely. Race's eyes were set on fire and I just barely managed to catch him before he could flung himself on Jack.

"And you do? Besides being able to throw a ball a few yards what is your special talent in life? After high school you're going just as much a loser as the people you look down on now," Spencer cut in. I was surprised he had the guts to even say something like that to someone like Jack. Jack looked as shocked as me, but soon enough regained his senses and glared down at Spencer.

"You don't have any room to talk. Your whole life people are going to hate you. So you better watch yourself Conlon."

"Please, I've heard all this before. You're gay, nobody likes you, you're a disease, blah, blah, blah. At least I have the courage to come out and say I'm gay. You and your friends on the other hand -

"Excuse me?!"

"Oh, come on. All jocks are gay. Think about it. To hid, you talk about girls every six seconds, and you fight with people like me. But on the other hand, you play every sport. You do don't do? Football, Basketball and Baseball. That's a sport every season, you're never NOT on a team. So you get to be in a lockerroom with a bunch of sweaty guys every game day. And you call me gay? Please. Look in the mirror, being a jock is just an excuse to see guys in the locker room and during showers."

Silence. Dead silence filled the small room. I had long since stopped really thinking from the shock of Spencer's triad. It was the most I'd ever seen him say. And he was pissed, really, truly, pissed off. Beside me, Race was staring wide eyed at the scene, James and Eric had there mouths gaping open and even Niccoli looked partially taken back by the outburst. Jack was so stunned by the tongue lashing he had just received he couldn't even do anything but stare.

Then, all of a sudden, Race began snickering. And the next thing I know I'm laughing out loud and everyone is joining in on the fun. James even whistled and yelled a bunch of encouragement to Spencer, who was now beaming. Jack jerked his head up to look at us and then stomped away to the corner and sat down, hands jammed in his pockets. He looked honestly dejected, but I couldn't stop laughing. For some reason Race and I were laughing the most and even after the others had stopped, we were still glancing at Jack and snickering under our breath.

"And notice he didn't try to deny it. . ." James finally concluded, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively which made us lapse into another fit of giggles (or cackling in Race's point of view).

We were still recovering when a large crash just outside the room caught our attention instantly. We didn't move and just stared at the door uncertainly. After a few slow seconds passed, the door opened to reveal Genesis standing there, a smirk covering her entire face. Slamming the door behind her forcefully she looked at us and shrugged her shoulders casually.

"Sorry about that. I'm clumsy," She trudged in and watched in interest as we just continued to stare at her. Glancing at Jack sitting, and pouting, in the corner she raised an eyebrow and stalked over to him.

"What's wrong Cowboy? You look like the doctor just gave you a circumcision a little higher then it should have been?" She asked innocently. He didn't answer her, just turned to glare but she threw an arm around his shoulders.

"Come on Jack, talk to me," She pretended to be scared and laughed when he just flipped her off.

"Why were you late?" Race asked her, when she returned to our little group.

"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't know?" At Race's look she sighed. "I woke up late. My brother, the almighty Jet, decided it would be hilarious if he let me sleep in today. Knowing, of course, that I was on suspension. I'll tell you, I love my brother. . .to death."

"I know how you feel, only with me it's my sisters," Eric said quietly, nodding his head.

"How many sisters do you have?" James asked, turning to face Eric.

"Three. And all of them were sent to earth straight from hell to torture me."

"I think like YOUR sisters and YOUR brother should get together with MY sister and brother and have a pool party," Race commented, snorting lightly. Eric and Gen laughed at the presented images.

"Yeah, especially if you're brother is Shawn," Gen said. Race raised a eyebrow as if to ask her how she knew that. Shrugging she grinned. "You two look a little a like."

"Oh, thanks for the ego booster."

"I don't mean that in a bad way. It's just you both have the black hair and dark eyes. But if I had to choose one, I'd say you were definitely better looking than your brother. Besides, he's a dork."

Race blushed and ducked his head at her comment. I'm lucky I'm an only child. In fact, I thank god everyday that my parents thought one of me was enough. Because the horror stories you hear are too much for me sometimes. And I get all the privacy I need being an only child and all. And privacy is something I cherish.

Suddenly, Genesis's face scrunched up in disgust and she sniffed the air a little as if trying to track down something. Instantly she turned to Niccoli and glared at him hard. As if she had just noticed something.

"Dude. Could you do us all a favor and NOT smoke that crap in here?"

Exchanging glances, especially with James, the rest of us cracked up again at her repetitiveness of James's line from earlier in the day.

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Allen (Racetrack) Higgins: "I never met a card game I didn't like."

"Hey Racey, what time is it?" Genesis asked me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She must've noticed I was the only one with a watch on in the room.

"Almost noon." She should know, we'd just gotten back from lunch after all, but I humored her with the answer because I liked her. She beat me in poker, and for that I respect her too. Plus she said I was better looking then my brother. I always like comments like that.

I've never been big when it comes to girls. They don't like me too much for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm short or look younger than I am. Or because I'm in trouble a lot and smoke cigars even though I'm only sixteen. But whatever it is, they don't exactly tell me I'm attractive at all. So when a girl like Genesis Glory tells me I'm better looking than my brother. . . well, let me tell you that I appreciate it. A lot.

"What do we do now?" Tyler asked jumping up on one of the recently dusted off tables on the right side of the room. Legs dangling and a bored expression on his face. Niccoli jumped up next to him and layied his head against the wall behind him.

"Nothing?" Jack asked hopefully as he too crashed in a seat away from the rest of us. But not as far as he had been sitting from us before lunch. He didn't seem all that mad from Spencer's comment anymore. Too bad. That was funny as hell.

"Let's just take the rest of the day off. . .I mean this doesn't have to be clean til Friday. And a lot can happen in two days." James shrugged.

"Sounds absolutely perfect to me," Genesis confirmed falling into the most comfortable chair next to her. I sighed and pulled one up beside her.

"So that brings me back to my original question. . .what do we do?" Tyler re-asked.

"Whatever the hell you want," I answered lightly.

"I suddenly wish I had brought a keg," Genesis muttered under her breath, catching our attention. Chewing on her bottom lip, she appeared to be contrasting the pros and cons of that decision.

"And where would you manage to get a keg?" Tyler asked, one of his eyebrows going up so high it almost touched his hair line.

"My brother's in college," She answered, shrugging casually as if that explained everything. She glanced up at Jack and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Hey Jack, do you know if Jet going somewhere with Cameron tonight?"

Jack shook his head. "Don't know. Cam doesn't talk to me much anymore."

"Oh, what a grave tragedy."

Jack glared at her and she just smirked back at him. They have some serious issues that no one knows about obviously. Been forced to be around each other too much or something I suppose. I think if I had to be around Jack too much then I might go half insane. So I congratulate her on staying relatively sane through it all.

"Can I ask you a question?" Eric asked abruptly staring at Genesis with fearfully large eyes.

"You just did. But yeah, go ahead."

"Did you really stab someone to get into juvenile?"

Quiet filled the room and we all glanced at Genesis as she tilted her head to the side gently. "Yeah. But it was purely self defense. The guy, Monty, was attempting to stab ME and I figured, stab him? Or probably get killed? Pick one and run with it."

Eric licked his lips as no one said anything. Niccoli actually looked like he had not only heard everything she'd said - but understood it also. Big surprise there.

"My brother told me it was self defense, I just never really knew or not," Spencer commented from his end of the room.

"Who's your brother?"

"Derek. . .Conlon."

Genesis's eyes lit up brightly upon hearing this revelation and smiled widely. "No kidding? Derek's your brother?! Oh, sweet! Derek is frickin awesome!"

Spencer smiled back at her. "Yeah, he's pretty cool."

"Pretty cool? That guy saved my ass from going to prison! And he's hilarious! Man, you go home tonight and tell your brother I love him alright?" She went on, now laughing a little in-between the smiling.

"Will do."

Glancing away from the conversation, I looked around at what the other five people in the room were up too. Both Tyler and Niccoli appeared to be sleeping. There heads back and eyes closed. Jack sat in the corner and watched Spencer very closely, not trusting him at all. Like he was going to jump him at anytime. Ha. I bet that Conlon kid has better taste. Then there was Eric and James. I swear, those two are attached at the hip by some invisible string nobody can see. Seriously. I haven't seen one away from the other since this in-house has started. A little strange, but James seemed to be holding Eric back from doing anything to naïve and stupid.

". . .Yep, I'm definitely bringing some pop or beer or something tomorrow. It'll make everything so much more exciting. Plus we could play that really cool game. . .what's it called? Oh, god, you know, where everyone has some alcohol and we go around in a circle and, I never, I think. It's an awesome game!" Genesis said still talking to Spencer.

All at once I saw her eyes widen to an impossible length. A slow, almost evil smile spread across her face as she eyed the small window above the room as if it was her lifeline. Looking around the room quickly, she seemed to be making up her mind about something and dashed over to the window. Using a small chair, she climbed on top of that and started tugging at the latched window.

She accidentally stepped on Tyler's hand in the process, which woke him up in a start. When he noticed what she was doing his face went from angry to confused rather fast. "Dudette, what do you think you're doing?"

Dudette? Now that's different.

"I'm trying to get the window open. What does it look like I'm doing smart one?" She asked giving the window one more solid smack, opening it up.

"Is there a reason why?"

"Yeah. I'm going to get us some beer and Coke."

"What?!"

Stopping, she turned around to face us in all our stunned glory. Smirking she stepped down from the chair for a moment to, hopefully, explain what the hell was going inside her mind.

"I wanna play that game I was talking about. It's too tense in this dusty room, we need to loosen up. And this game definitely works. But to play we need beer and pop. So that's where I'm going."

"But, you can't leave."

"Why not? The liquor store is ten minutes away by foot and two by car. And the window's facing the parking lot, which holds my super cool convertible. It's too tempting for my closed off mind."

"What's the game?" Eric asked hesitantly, eyeing her as if she might crack at any second.

"I never." Again with the evil glint in her eyes.

"I never? Are you out of your mind?" Jack asked suddenly, giving her this impossibly scrunched up look of horror. Well, he looked like he was the only one in the room who had even heard of the game before.

"It's a good idea! Besides, your good at this Jack," Turning to us again. "It's cool, trust me, you'll love it."

"Not with her playing it."

"Jack, go screw yourself."

Jack snorted and crossed his arms over his chest but made no further comments about the game. Gen grinned brightly and turned her attentions back to the window.

"Wait. I won't be able to carry all of the pop and stuff by myself. . ." Trailing off she threw a glance over her shoulder briefly. Pondering something obviously. I wasn't sure if I could trust her mind anymore.

"Racey! Come with me," She said to me, pleading with her eyes. Me? Seven other people in the room and she wants ME to go with her? Is she suicidal or stupid or does she actually like me more then the other guys?

"Please?" She pouted slightly.

"Fine, I'll come with you," I sighed and stood up to follow her out the small window just above ground level.

What can I say? I'm a pushover when it comes to pouting.

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Jack Kelly: "I hate this. I hate you. Fuck the world. Goodnight and Goodbye."

Oh, this was just perfect. Absolutely wonderful beyond my comprehension. Genesis wanted to play 'I never' and the rest of them had no idea what the game is. Plus she kidnaps Allen into helping her carry beer out of a liquor store from downtown Concord. She has to be the most manipulative women in the whole freakin state of Michigan.

"I SAID I don't mean to break through your angerness your highness, but what exactly is this 'I Never' game?" James asked me, arms folded and glaring at me.

"A game, kind of like truth or dare but it's all about truth and learning secrets and such from the other people playing. You get a glass of beer, or pop or whatever and in this circle you go around and say something weird that you've never done. But if someone else has then they take a drink of their beer or whatever."

Their faces went pale immediately after I finished explaining the game to them. Suppressing a smile of my own, I watched as Tyler had his mouth gaping, Niccoli actually looked a little worried and James and Eric were petrified. The only person who didn't look at all worried or even surprised was Spencer. Who was not hiding his open smirk from everyone.

"Aren't you worried?" I asked him civilly. Cautiously he turned to look at me with a mistrusting look on his face. Funny. I didn't trust him either, so I guess we're pretty even.

"Nah. . .I don't have anything to hide."

I guess I have to respect him for that. His honesty. Though that doesn't mean what he said to me earlier was something I accept. Not that it's true or anything. So don't even start those kind of thoughts about me.

"Why? You worried?" He asked me, a light smirk playing on his lips.

"No. I know her better then you guys though. And I've played this game with her before. I know what to expect. And like you said, I ain't got nothing to hide."

"You don't have any."

I rolled my eyes at his correction of my English and focused back on those squawking all around me in the small closed off room. Before this in-house I guess you could say that I never really noticed the people in sitting there. Well, that's not true. I noticed them and knew there names, but all I knew besides that was to stay the hell away from them. Except Genesis of course. But seriously, does she even count? I mean, everyone knows what she's like. Very open that girl is. Probably too much so for her own good most of the time.

"Does she say a lot of, um, revealing stuff?" Eric asked sheepishly, fingers playing in his lap as he kept his eyes from connecting with mine. I have this weird feeling that he's afraid of me.

"Depends. She starts out slow, but as the game goes on. . .yeah, she can definitely get into uncomfortable territory."

"Joy," Tyler commented, shifting his weight on top of the table he was sitting on. He had a cross between a frown and amused smirk on his face. Kind of funny.

"Sure, but you should feel lucky Davidson. She said she was going to buy Coke to use in place of the alcohol you normally use in the game. So you won't get all the really detailed stuff her drunk mind can think up."

"Praise the lord," Spencer said from still beside me. Arms crossed.

"I though you didn't have anything to hide?"

"I don't. But I'm sure someone in this room does. And besides I want to go home and actually be able to eat dinner without gagging."

I had to smile at that. I understood the feeling quite well.

"Don't worry. Without the alcohol I can almost guarantee you that supper will go down without a fight."

He looked at me strangely because I was actually, kind of, joking around with him. Plainly, I'm a little shocked myself. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of what Gen would do to me if I upset him. Or maybe it's something else. . .I can't be too sure about that. Neither do I really want to know.

"This is so going to suck," Tyler said loudly, rubbing his eyes needlessly. He jumped off of the table and walked over the other side of the room.

"Maybe we should wake Skittery and see if. . ."

"Skittery? Who's Skittery?" James asked, looking down at Eric, whose eyes got real big. Yeah, who the hell was Skittery?

"Oh, um, well, Skittery is kind of what I call Niccoli when I'm with my friends and such. You know, because the drugs make him all jittery and stuff. . .uh, nevermind," He said finally becoming frustrated with himself.

James smiled though and laughed at his new friends slip of words. Have I mentioned just how attached they seem to be? It's almost freaky if you ask me.

"We got it Eric, don't feel stupid. After all, the name fits."

Eric smiled and we let the subject drop as the room rapidly gained in silence once again. I think we were waiting for Genesis and Racetrack to get back from there adventure to the liquor store. Hopefully she explained the game to him during the trip. Because that kid could get violent if it's not exactly how he thought it might be. And I don't want him blaming me for nothing later on.

"Hey, did ya miss us?" Gen's voice rang through the room as she smiled down at us from the open window.

"No," I answered loudly. Enough to get me a sharp look from her.

"Well, Kelly, come here and take this stuff so we can climb through again huh?" She sarcastically answered.

I got up and crossed the room to grab the first six pack of beer she threw down and me. Then she tossed two six packs of Coke after that. I put them on the table, which was still inhibited by the sleeping Niccoli, and watched as Race jumped down first followed closely by Gen's larger form. She grabbed the drinks and started tossing them around to everyone.

"Did you tell Higgins how to play this?" I asked her, catching the Coke she tossed me effortlessly.

"She told me," Race snapped at me, glaring, then started setting up this circle of chairs. Mumbling under his breath about 'dumbass Quarterbacks' and their lack of brain of power.

Easy to tell how he feels about me, huh?

"Okay, since everyone is underage, and technically we are in school, I decided not to go for the beer affect. But take off you Coke caps anyways, because 'I Never' can't be played without at least a little bit of alcohol in your systems. So, that's why the beer is here," She grinned wickedly upon explaining why there was booze in the room.

James raised an eyebrow. "Wait. How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Then how did you manage to buy the beer?"

She laughed and popped off the cap of the first beer before turning to face him. "Don't know honestly. But I've never been carded. Well, at least I haven't since I was sixteen." She shrugged and poured some of the amber colored liquid into her own Coke first.

The beer was handed around, each pouring some into their non-alcoholic drinks. Even Eric (which surprised me). Niccoli was now awake and had entered the world of the living. I guess his joint from earlier had mostly worn off by then. Gen and I sat by each other, probably because we both knew what we were doing. Spencer and Race both looked pretty confident, Niccoli was impassive, Tyler and Eric were shaky and James was trying to calm Eric down by rubbing his shoulder reassuringly.

"Alright," Gen said finally. "Jack, you go first. Then I'll go and on down the line."

I sat back for a moment to think about what to say. Looking at the faces of the kids all around me, an idea suddenly struck me and a cruel smile formed on my face. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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James Porter: "And so the seven strangers followed the crazy one's lead and were never heard from again."

I didn't like, nor did I trust, the look that formed on Jack's face after Genesis told him that he could start. He looked like he had just thought up the worst question to ask us of all time. But knowing him, and despite only being here for a few weeks myself I still feel I have the right to say I know Jack Kelly pretty well, it was probably some dumb question about our love lives or something.

"I never. . . had a sexual fantasy about a guy."

I rolled my eyes, while Eric breathed a sigh of relief next to me. What did I tell you? Jack Kelly is an easy one to figure out.

Genesis, obviously, took a nice big drink and Spencer followed her also. They smiled at each other but both turned to across from them when we heard a sigh coming from someone. I turned just in time to see Race take generous gulp from his beverage also. Everyone stared at him in open shock - especially Jack - as he looked around at us sheepishly.

Genesis finally smiled brightly and laughed. "Who the hell did you fantasize about?" She asked, looking Race up and down quickly. Eyes shining with amusement.

"Paul Walker," He admitted quietly, swishing the mixture of Coke and beer in his glass lightly. Gen and Spencer exchanged another set of smiles before Gen realized it was her turn to think of something.

After an hour had passed we were all pretty loosened up. We were down to the last Cokes and had used up about four of the beers. Eric and Spencer, who obviously weren't used to any alcohol, were slightly giggly when it came to pretty much anything. Then, Gen and Jack would laugh at them for laughing and the rest of us followed them, until we were all hollowing in laughter and clutching our sides. The game that had started out all tense was ending up hilarious.

Not to mention all the assorted information we had learned about the seven other people in the room with us. I now know that only Race, Spencer and Eric are virgins, Niccoli's first job was as a bartender at a gay dance club, that Gen and Jack have accidentally seen each other naked and that Tyler used to be afraid of the tooth fairy because of his cousins joke. Useless, pointless information like that that has raised quite a few eyebrows during this whole thing. It's been one hell of a day.

"Hey, what time is it?" Tyler asked after the last batch of giggles had ended. Groggily, Race looked down at his watch, blinked and cursed - loudly.

"Holy shit! It's past three!"

Okay, remember when I said only an hour had passed. I guess I don't have any concept of time because that means about three hours had actually passed.

"Three? But. . .does anyone remember hearing the bell ring?" Niccoli asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

None of us had, we'd been having too much fun that the end of the day had come and gone without us even knowing it. Silence filled the room as we thought about how much trouble we might potentially be in.

Jack buried his head and his hands and ran them through his hair slowly. Angrily. "I am so dead."

"Why?"

"My practice started about ten minutes ago."

Gen shrugged. "Just tell Coach that Pulitzer made you stay after for extra in-house duty time. He'll either buy it, or you'll be doing laps. Or both. What's the worst that could happen?"

"He could bench me for a game."

"Sure, as if that'll happen. You'll get a slap on the wrist and then he'll be dazzled once again by your exception talent - rivaling Concord's greatest quarterback, my loveable, if not asinine, brother. Don't worry Jack, nothing's going to happen to you."

"But what about the rest of you? The buses have already left, and I know Sophomores can't drive. . ." Tyler trailed off, glancing between Eric, Race and Spencer.

"Derek's on varsity. I catch a ride from him everyday, so I haven't got any problem," Spencer spoke up.

"But I'm screwed. Shawn refuses to be seen in public with me so I'm always fated to the bus," Race answered bitterly.

"Same here," Eric shyly put in.

"I'll take you home Eric," I said turning to him and grinning. He looked slightly puzzled at my offer, but realizing I actually meant it, smiled brightly back.

"And you can catch a ride with me Race," Gen said solving the problem.

Glancing around at each other for a while, we finally made our moves towards the door all at once, which created a slight traffic jam. When we emerged to the top of the stairs at gym level, we were greeted with an indoor-practicing football team. Jack took a deep breath and headed in the direction of his coach, without saying a thing to us. The rest of us headed over to the open parking lot. Which was flooded and still gaining in rain water.

"Hey Eric, you sure you're not going to melt in this stuff?" I asked, leaning over to him slightly. His eyes flew over to me in shock and he managed to shake his head. He needs more hand on hand experience with sarcasm. Seriously.

"Alright, let's make a run for it. . .I'm damn glad I put the top back up on my convertible," Genesis mumbled under her breath.

Hesitantly we opened the doors and then we took off at top speed to get to our cars were stationed. I suddenly wished I had parked closely to the school. The only condolence was that Gen had parked in the back too. So Eric and I weren't the only one's getting entirely soaked to the bone.

Once in the safety of my smaller car, we leaned back to catch our breaths. I tried wiping the water on my face off, but only succeeded in putting more on from my hands. Sighing, I started the car and put on my normally never used heater.

"Man," I started looking out the window at the pouring rain. "Normally I like the rain, but. . ."

"But what?"

I looked over at Eric who was waiting patiently for my answer. His clothes were drenched and pulled tight against his body and rain water was still running freely down his face and over his hair. His eyes were fixed on mine, as if I knew the answer to life and he didn't. He licked his lips, as if they weren't wet enough already, and tilted his head to the side to watch me. Like a little kid or something.

I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it and shook my head. "It's nothing."

He didn't protest, just nodded and leaned back on my seat and closed his eyes wearily. I watched him for a few moments later before tearing my eye away and driving, slowly, out of Concord's black, soaked parking lot.

And it wasn't until I was a mile from the school before I remembered that I hadn't found out even where he lived.

"Hey, Eric, where the hell do you live anyway. . ."

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A/N: Hey, I wrote this chapter pretty fast. . .for me anyway. But anyways, I haven't got much to say right now so I guess I'll just go right into the thank you's.

Special thanks to the following:

Aquachica:slashgoil: I see how it is, throw my own words back into my face. J/K. You'll just have to keep reading to see if I decide to go through with the whole Mush/Blink storyline. But there's always a possibility. * wink, wink * Anyways, thanks again for the kind review.

SpotLover421: I'm glad you like Gen, I tried to make her slightly annoying, but mostly loveable. And your waiting is over so sit back and enjoy. Besides, I appreciate your reviews all the time!

Dakota-Jones: Another Mush/Blink fan! I guess I might actually have to go through with that. LOL. Gen reminds me of me a little too. . .except I'm not as witty or sarcastic, but people are afraid of me. So hey. . .plus I'm not as pretty as her, but whatever. Glad you like Skittery as a druggie, it just seemed right for him. Not sure why, but hey, whatever again. Thank you bunches with Sprinkles of top for the lovely review.

Legaladrielith: (If I spelled that wrong, I apologize) Thanks for the review, and I've updated finally so I wrote as quickly as possible.

Nakaia Aidan-Sun: Thank you!!!! You spoil me so with kind reviews, I swear, sometimes I don't know what to do. But anyways, I'm going to bug you about the "The Cowboy and the Gambler" story again, because, well, I can and I want too. You SO need to give me another chapter for that story! I need it, I crave it!!! If you don't want to publish it, email me the chapter. . .please? Pretty please? With cherries on top? Okay, I'll stop annoying you know and end this pointless thank you letter.