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Mush
Blink and I tried to slip back in the house unnoticed, but that was completely impossible, considering that everyone in the house (except for Skittery) had been watching from the back window.
The second we walked in they were cheering, and I could feel myself blushing. Then Dutchy surprised us both.
He yelled for us to come in the kitchen, and when we got there, I'd swear my jaw was on the floor. There was a cake sitting on the counter, beautiful roses created in icing on it and the word 'Congrats' written out in fancy script on it.
"What in the world is this?!" Blink said, and everybody else laughed.
"Compliments of Skittery. That cake has been in the freezer for a week now. We knew you'd figure it out pretty soon." Specs explained, slapping me on the back.
"You mean…you mean you knew?"
"We all knew. We were just waiting on you." Dutchy said, lighting the three candles on the cake. "Now, come on. Blow out the candles."
"You guys are insane." Blink said, shaking his head.
Spot smiled. "We know. Believe me, we know."
What else could we do? We blew out the candles.
"Have any of you guys talked to Skittery yet?" I asked, and everybody seemed to find something else in the room very interesting at the moment.
"He locked himself in the bedroom. He isn't talking." Itey finally explained, and I sighed.
"Guys, we can't leave him locked in there forever."
Race swallowed hard, rubbing his cheek where a bruise was already forming. "Yes we can."
I groaned and pulled Blink into a quick kiss before I headed for the bedroom, not surprised to find it closed and locked.
"Skittery…are you okay?"
No answer.
"I wanted to thank you for the cake."
"Fuck off."
Well, at least I got a response. Not really the response I wanted, but a response, nonetheless. I'm sure he didn't mean it…he was really mad right now.
"Unlock the door." I demanded. No answer. "I want to talk to you."
The door unlocked and flung open, and there stood a very pissed off looking Skittery.
"What the hell do you want?" His eyes suddenly drifted to my neck. "And why the hell do you have a hickey?"
What? I have a hickey?
I guess he saw the shocked look on my face, because he burst out laughing. Spot stuck his head in the hallway, probably to see why Skittery was laughing when he had been in a murderous rage.
"Yeah, Skittery, you missed the show." Spot said, and Skittery just shook his head.
"It's about time."
Spot went back to the kitchen and I followed Skittery into the bedroom, sitting down beside him on the bed.
"So what was that all about, anyway?"
He ran a hand through his hair, which was sticking up in every direction. "Just fed up, that's all."
"That's no excuse to beat the crap out of Race."
"Actually, yeah, it is."
"Enlighten me."
He looked at me carefully, and then he just spilled. He told me all about the deal, and about Race going back on his promise. I couldn't believe that this had been going on behind our backs the whole time, but I guess I should've expected it.
"So that's why you went postal on him?"
"Well…yeah."
I noticed the way he shifted on that question. The way he suddenly got more fidgety.
"Why do I get the feeling you aren't telling me everything?"
"Hell if I know."
"No, really. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Skittery." I laid my hand on his shoulder, and he jumped practically a foot off the bed. I yanked my hand back, watching as he took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "I promise, nothing you tell me will leave this room. Nothing."
"That's right, cause I'm not telling you anything."
"Skittery, just-"
He reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt and was about to say something…and then I noticed the scars. The light from the lamp lit up the scars all the way down his arm, at least two dozen or more from wrist to elbow. He followed my gaze and realized that I'd noticed, ad he let go and stood up.
"Skittery…"
"Get out."
"But-"
"OUT!"
I stood up and walked to the door, stopping in the doorway and turning around. Skittery had sat back down on the bed, his head in his hands and his shoulders trembling.
"Not everyone breaks promises, Skittery."
He didn't respond, and I closed the door quietly as I walked out, my mind racing.
"You alright, Mush?"
I looked up and Blink was standing there, a plate with a piece of cake on it in his hand.
"Yeah. I'm okay."
He raised an eyebrow, something he does quite often. Then he took the fork from the plate and stuffed a bite of cake into my mouth.
"Is it good?"
I swallowed and laughed at him. "It's awesome. Isn't anything Skittery cooks awesome?"
He kissed me briefly, and then he grinned like an idiot. "Yep. It is awesome."
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Thank you."
Spot
"Hello, house guests."
"Hello, Sarah."
"Are you ready for this week's veto competition?"
"No." I muttered, but of course, she ignored me.
"This week's competition is going to be water balloons. Skittery, the box to your right contains the water balloons."
Skittery opened up the box, and Sarah continued. "The partners are as follows: Bumlets and Dutchy, Spot and Itey, Blink and Specs, and Skittery and Mush. Do you all know how this game works?"
Everyone nodded. Easy enough game.
"Since you all know how it works, I'm sure you won't mind a twist."
We all groaned. We were sick of twists.
"The balloons are filled not with water, but with food coloring. Which means that if the balloon bursts on you, you could end up bright purple for quite a while, or whatever color happens to be in your balloon. However, since the balloons are solid black, you won't know what color is inside. Oh, and I almost forgot…the dye will color your hair for at least five days."
Great. Just great.
"Please take a balloon, line up, and begin."
I grabbed a water balloon and stood a distance from Itey, looking at him to make sure he was ready. Then I tossed the balloon.
As Itey caught it, I heard a crash and a cry of surprise, and I looked over to see Bumlets dripping with blue coloring. He now had streaks and spots of blue in his hair, and his outfit had blue splotches al over it.
We took a step back and Itey tossed the balloon back, and I almost dropped it, but I got a grip on it quickly. One more step back, one more toss, one more catch.
I wasn't as lucky on the next toss.
We stepped back again and Itey tossed it, and it slipped right through my hands and hit me square in the chest. I was suddenly drenched in a bright orange color, my clothes and my hair dripping with it.
We stepped aside and I grumbled as we watched Blink and Specs and Skittery and Mush go at it. Another shriek, and Mush's hair and clothes were suddenly neon red.
Now only Blink and Specs were left, and they were a long ways apart. They were both really good at this game, but after another few tosses, it burst and Specs was now painted an interesting hot green color.
Sarah's voice broke the laughter. "Okay, the next pairs will be Skittery with Dutchy and Blink with Itey. Begin."
Each pair got a balloon, and the game started all over. And for the first five tosses, all seemed well. But then there was a shout as the balloon burst right on Itey's head…and his normally black hair turned hot pink.
Everything came to a standstill. I was doubled over in laughter, and Mush was laying on his back in the grass, laughing hysterically. Itey was blushing a deep shade of red as he stepped away from the game.
As we laughed another splash was heard, and Skittery's hair and clothes were now a bright purple shade.
"Final round, boys…Dutchy against Blink. Begin."
The last balloon was picked up and the game began. They went about ten tosses before Dutchy finally slipped and ended up with black hair. That's right: Dutchy with black hair.
"Congratulations, Blink. You've won the power of veto."
AN: My muses are going INSANE with this story! NOTHING is going like I thought it would! I need reviews……..cause I'm being driven crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next chapter, power of veto is used, and eviction…I know that was supposed to be this chapter, but…….I can't explain what happened. I went nuts.