Shot: Another new story for me. I really need to stop starting a new one before finishing my others. This one was inspired by the song, "Friday, I'm in Love" By The Cure, and I just love it. Of course, every chapter is gonna have a different song in it because my Max!muse who helps write my songfics won't stop bugging me. The song in this first chapter is one of my favorites and I hope it's one of yours. It doesn't really make any sense to the chapter it just kinda shows the characters in a different light so you can kinda figure out what type of person they are by the type of music they listen too. But of course I must plug some stories first, You should all go and read my other chapter stories that I am working on. You should also go and read KeaCerasiJade's stories, Thumbsucker Snitch's, Legs, Kennyon's, Studentnumber24601's and SmartassLeprechan's. They all rock.

Warning: This is a slash story. It is Race/Spot, starting with Race/David and Jack/Spot. It is also a modern day fic, so if you don't like them then don't read.

Disclaimer: Shot don't own nothing. Literally, I own nothing, not even my car. Really it's not mine yet I hafta finish paying it off first. Oh and Mr. Hackel, Mr. Sailor, Miss Suhay and Nymph are real people so don't even think of using them.

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Racetrack Higgins awakened Monday morning to Metalicca's "Through the Never" blaring over his alarmclock. He sat on the edge of his bed and grabbed his blue robe. He threw it on over his flame boxers and walked into his adjoining bathroom. He hopped in the shower and started to wash himself. He grabbed his Suave Coconut shampoo and squeezed some into his hand, letting the smell awaken him a little more. He scrubbed it into his brown hair, slicking it back as he rinsed it out. He stepped out of the shower and threw his robe back on. He ran a comb through his hair as he walked into the kitchen. A small Italian woman, his stepmother Gloria, sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Race walked over to her and kissed her cheek, "Morning Gloria. Dad, ain't up yet?"

Gloria shook her head, "Is he ever up at this time?"

Race nodded in agreement and sipped his French vanilla coffee. He glanced at the clock to see just what time it was. In bright red numbers, it displayed 6:50. Race spun around to face his stepmother, "It's almost 7. Damn, David's gonna be here in a few minutes, so we can get the school breakfast with Jack, before track practice."

Gloria shrugged. As Race left the kitchen, she yelled to him, "Don't forget you've got work after school at Uncle Vinnie's farm."

Race reentered his room muttering, "Yeah, yeah."

He grabbed his black jeans and his Def Leppard shirt. He spritzed on his wild musk cologne, and as he ran out of the room he grabbed his Good Charlotte wallet, chain and his backpack. He ran into the kitchen and gave his stepmother a kiss yelling, "Bye, Gloria," as he ran out the door. He reached the front stoop as a blue Honda Accord was pulling up in front of his house. As Racetrack walked over to the car, he ducked down and pulled out a dandelion. He opened the passenger side door and sat down. He handed the dandelion to David. David's blue eyes sparkled as he laughed, "I have the funniest boyfriend in school. So much funnier then Spot Conlon."

Race sighed and began digging in his backpack, "David Jacobs, you know how I feel about Spot, must we talk about him."

David started driving down the street. At a red light, he turned his head towards Race. Race was sulking in his seat reading over his chemistry book. David poked his shoulder. Race lifted his head. He shifted slightly so he could see David out of the corner of his eye. Race raised his eyebrows, "You want something?"

David grabbed the back of Race's neck and crushed his lips to his. Race resisted at first, but the softness of David's lips attracted him more. Race licked David's lips demanding entrance. David obliged parting his lips, he could feel Race's tongue massage his own. He tasted the French vanilla coffee Race drank that morning. The mixture of the wild musk cologne and coconut shampoo was driving him wild. During the kiss, the light changed. The kiss would have lasted longer except for the other cars behind them started honking. The two broke apart and David turned a remarkable shade of red, that just about matched his burgundy shirt, and quickly stepped on the gas. Race smirked, "Shall we continue later?"

David's face slowly returned to its normal color, "Of course. You still angry?"

Race sighed, "No. Just you know how I feel about Conlon. I don't see why he needs to be bought into our conversations."

David frowned, "Actually, I just know you hate him, I don't know why. Tell me?"

Race nodded, "Sure, Dave. I'll tell ya. It's cause of Jack."

David stopped at the red light, adjusted the collar of shirt and turned himself to better see Race, "Jack? Jack Kelly Sullivan? Your best friend?"

Race nodded, "Green light. Yeah. Jack Kelly Sullivan, my best friend, you know if he heard you saying his full name, he'd most likely kill you."

David shrugged and started driving again, "Yeah but you'd protect me. Now spill what you hating Spot has to do with Jack."

Race smirked, "Yeah, I'd protect you. It has to do with Jack because ever since he started dating Spot, he's been different. Before Spot, he'd go out at night with his friends and he didn't care. But now with Spot, if he actually does go out with his friends, he calls Spot every hour. He barely goes out without Spot. He bails on us all the time. It's just so frustrating trying to be his friend, when he does this. It's all Spot Conlon's fault."

David nodded, "I see. Ever thought of talking to Jack about this?"

Race shook his head. He bent down to pull his cigarettes out of his backpack, he spoke softly, "I can't tell Jack about this. He's my best friend and according to him, he thinks Spot is the love of his life."

David reached over and rubbed Race's shoulders, "I know, man. Come on, we're here, and late. You've only got fifteen minutes before you and you-know-who have track practice. You know I hate it when you smoke, right?"

Race stepped out of the car and grabbed his backpack muttering, "Yeah, yeah."

(In the Cafeteria)

A boy with longish sandy brown hair in denim jeans and black t-shirt that read "RockStar" across it, sat at a table in the back. A red guitar sat on his lap, his headphones on playing Weird Al Yankovic's "Running With Scissors" CD. He plucked out a few chords. Weird Al's "It's All About The Pentiums", started playing. He slowly started singing and playing along with it,

"What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers. Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9-5 chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills, Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills. I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM. I never feed trolls and I don't read Spam. Installed a T1 line in my house Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse. Upgrade my system at least twice a day. I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K. I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short. I phone him at home and make him do my tech support. It's all about the Pentiums, what? You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen. You've got white-out all over your screen. You think your Commodore 64 is really neato. What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh. Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette. You're the biggest joke on the Internet. Your database is a disaster. You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster. Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar, Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' "Me Too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er. I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller. You're just about as useless as jpegs to Helen Keller. It's all about the Pentiums.

Race and David came running through the door at this point. The boy stopped playing and hit pause on his CD player. Race with his arm around David's waist walked over to the boy. They sat at his table and waited for him to take his headphones off. The boy finally did take off his headphones and laid his guitar on the table. The boy extended his hand, "Heya Race, David."

Race grabbed his hand doing their secret handshake, "Hey Jack."

David did the same with him after Race, "Jack. Where's Spot?"

Jack shrugged, "Not here yet I guess."

Race nodded and smirked slightly, "Whatever. Whatcha listening to, Jack?"

Jack smiled, "Weird Al's CD 'Running With Scissors' I love that song 'It's All About The Pentiums'."

David started bopping his head to imaginary music. David started singing the song, so Jack grabbed his CD player and took his headphones out of the plug so the music played aloud. Jack started to play his guitar along with it while Race and David sang,

"Now what y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers, Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9-5 chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Uh, uh, loggin' in now. Wanna run wit my crew, hah? Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? They call me the king of the spreadsheets, Got'em printed out on my bedsheets. My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks, But it was obsolete before I opened the box. You say you've had your desktop for over a week? Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique. Your laptop is a month old? Well, that's great, If you could use a nice heavy paperweight. My digital media is write-protected, Every file inspected, no viruses detected. I beta tested every operating system, Gave props to some, and others? I dissed'em. While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'. It does all my work without me even askin'. Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide, I believe your says "Etch-a-Sketch" on the side. In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user. You've got your own newsgroup, "alt.total-loser". Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax. Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of crackerjacks? Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you. If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you. What? What? What? What? What? It's all about the Pentiums."

Jack hit the stop button on his CD player before the next song could start. He looked at the couple, "So, how'd I sound?"

Race gave a thumbs up and said, "Excellent dude. But why'd you learn that song out of all the Weird Al songs you could have learned? I mean ain't your fav. Song 'Your Horoscope For Today' or something like that."

Jack shrugged, "Well, yeah but I like 'It All About The Pentiums' too and it's Spot's fav."

Race sighed, "Shoulda known. Come on Cowboy, he only likes that song because it's a parody of the song, 'It's All About The Benjamins'. Spot only cares about money."

Suddenly the cafeteria doors burst open and a short boy with shaggy brown hair, wearing a white polo shirt that read, "The Fairies Are Judging You" that was noticeably ironed on after he had bought it. He stalked over to Jack's table and slammed himself into a seat next to Jack. He glared at Race and David before turning it on Jack, "You were supposed to meet me by your car."

Jack shrugged, "I have band practice this morning, while you guys are at track. I didn't feel like standing outside holding a nice heavy guitar."

David's head popped up, "There's band practice this morning?"

Jack nodded and checked his watch, "Yep, in ten minutes actually."

David stood and practically screamed, "Damn. I gotta run to my car and get my sheet music."

Race sighed, "I'm sure that Mush or Blink will lend you the percussion sheet music."

David shrugged, "I guess so."

A girl with brown and purple streaked hair dressed in a Star Wars shirt and black jeans walked into the cafeteria. She strode over to their table and plopped down on the edge. Her bluish-purple eyes shone with excitement as she greeted them, "Hey Jack, Race. Hello David. Hiya Spot, how's it hanging?"

The four looked at each other and then at the girl, they all spoke together, "Hey Nymph Jade."

Nymph frowned at the use of her last name but then started bouncing up and down, "Guess what's this Friday?"

Race raised his eyebrows, "We will when you stop hopping around like a pixie on speed."

Jack smiled, "You got it wrong Race, she ain't a pixie on speed, she's a Nymph on speed."

They all laughed at Jack's joke, till they saw that Nymph really had something important to tell them.

Spot smirked, "Come on Nymph, what so important that you're bouncing around?"

Nymph smiled and held up a small poster, "There's a dance this Friday at the youth center. You all are going right? I mean, me and Swifty are going and it would totally suck if you guys didn't come too."

David bit his lip and spoke softly, "Will they accept us? I mean it's a church youth center. Don't they frown on guys like us?"

Nymph smiled even bigger, "Not in the least. At least not this one. My mom runs the youth center and I mean Spot's my best friend, so she's so used to gay guys and all, so she doesn't care. She even told me this morning that Spot had better be there with all his little friends. I think she was referring to you, Race, with that statement."

Race sneered and muttered, "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up fuzzball."

Nymph laughed, "I'm a Star Wars freak, Race. You can't insult me with a movie reference that is so obviously from my favorite movie."

David laughed, "She got ya there."

Jack took a peek at his watch, "Dang, Dave, Nymph, we got band practice now. Race, Spot don't you guys have track practice?"

Spot nodded, "Yeah. Come on Race, let's go."

Race stood muttering, "Yeah, yeah."

Race, Spot, David, Jack, and Nymph left the cafeteria. Race and Spot headed to the left, over to the locker rooms, while David, Jack, and Nymph went to the right, over to the sound proof band room.

(In the Bandroom)

David, Jack, and Nymph walked into the bandroom and directly separated to their separate sections. Jack went to over to his guitar stool and set up his music on the stand. David headed over to the percussion section to set up his chimes. Nymph started to put her clarinet together while sucking on her reed. She walked over to David. She sat down on the drum stool and moved her reed to the corner of her mouth to talk, "Dave, you and Race having problems? I mean he seemed kinda on edge."

David shrugged, "Not us. Him and Spot, sorta. He doesn't like Spot, like at all. But he's Jack's best friend so he pretends to like him, except he can't stand to be around him. I mean it kills him that after Swifty and him, Spot is the best on the track team."

Nymph hmm, while moving the reed around her mouth, "Does Jack know?"

David grabbed his mallet and turned towards Nymph, "Are you kidding? Racetrack would rather die then have Jack know that he doesn't like his boyfriend."

Jack hit the drums and smiled, "Talking about me and Spot? I mean we are the cutest couple at school, but if you're gonna talk about us at least let me in on the conversation."

David's eyes grew wide, "Jack, how much did you hear?"

Jack shrugged, "Barely anything, except my name followed by his boyfriend. That's all. So what were you saying bout me and Spot?"

Nymph shrugged, "Not much. Just that after me and Swifty and then David and Race that you and Spot are a shoe in to win cutest couple at the youth center dance."

Jack scoffed, "What do ya mean after them? Spot and I are a way cuter couple then those two. No offense Davey."

David shrugged, "None taken."

Before the conversation could go any further Mr. Hackel, a bulky man who looked kinda like Santa Claus except for the scowl on his face, walked in and started yelling, "Get to your stands now."

Everyone scattered to their sections and sat waiting for the next command. David quietly leaned over to a blonde with an eyepatch sitting at the drum set. He whispered, "Blink, I forgot my sheet music, lend me yours."

Blink glanced around the room and quickly handed over a few sheets of paper, "Here ya go Davey."

David grabbed the music and turned his attention back on Mr. Hackel. Mr. Hackel picked up a stack of music, "New song, kiddies. 'Swing, Swing, Swing' (1). A favorite I'm sure."

Mr. Hackel started passing out the music to all the students, who were all groaning about having yet another song to memorize for the concert. Davey, Blink Ballaet, and Mush Meyers and the rest of the percussion section readied their drumsticks. Jack raised his guitar. The brass section raised their instruments in preparation. Nymph, and the rest of the woodwinds slide their reeds into their instruments. They practiced for the next half-hour. At that time, Nymph got up on the conductor's stool and yelled, "Hey everybody, my mom's youth center is holding a dance this Friday night. I better see you all there or you'll find your instruments shoved somewhere really unpleasant."

Everyone grinned, and started discussing whom they would ask.

(Meanwhile, at the track)

Race and Spot walked out to the track in matching black shorts and red t-shirts with big black W's on them. They walked over to the track coach Mr. Sailor, a short super thin man with turtleshell glasses and a small popgun in his short's pocket. He glared at the two over the rim of his glasses before speaking, "All right Conlon, Higgins, wait where's Lee, well anyway, we got a meet on Saturday. You three, as soon as Lee gets here, are our top guys we need you in tiptop shape, got it. So today, you get to run five extra laps."

Race and Spot groaned at the running before going to the starting line to await the starting gun. It fired and the two took off running. Both trying to top the other. Suddenly an Asian boy with black and red striped hair came running out of the locker room in the same outfit as Race and Spot. He ran over to Mr. Sailor and smiled sheepishly, "Swifty Lee reporting for practice Mr. Sailor. Sorry I'm late, my car died this morning and I had to run to catch the bus in time."

Mr. Sailor grunted, "Nice excuse, Lee, now get out there and run with Higgins and Conlon. Their doing an extra five laps to prepare for the meet on Saturday, I think eight extra laps around the football field should do it as punishment and preparation."

Swifty just smiled and ran out to the track with Race and Spot. He reached them just as they were rounding the corner by the goalpost. Swifty smiled and breathed out a greeting, "Hey guys."

In-between breaths, the two said a greeting, "Hey Swifty."

Race and Spot glared at each other for speaking at the same time. Swifty rolled his eyes at the two and took off in front of them. The three ran around the track for the next half-hour with the other members of the track team. At the end of track practice, Swifty gathered them all around. Once all of them were together in the locker room he started talking, "This Friday night, my girlfriend's mom's youth center is holding a dance. All of you guys gotta come, Gay, straight, it doesn't matter all are welcome. So I better see you guys there."

They all left talking about the upcoming dance and whom they would each take. Race, Spot, and Swifty all changed for their first period classes. Happily all six of them Race, Spot, Swifty, David, Jack, and Nymph all had Lunch A so they would all see each other in an hour and a half. Race, Swifty, and Nymph all had English with Miss Suhay first period.

(In First Period English)

A short woman with curly untamed brown hair speckled with gray stood up front. She announce tiredly, "For the first half hour you will find a piece of literature that screams to you. The second half hour you will partner up with someone and the two of you will decide which you would rather do a paper and presentation piece. The last half hour, you can just leave early for you next class."

Race quickly found his favorite book, "Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring" inside his backpack and waited for Miss Suhay to tell them to partner up. Nymph pulled out "Alanna: The First Adventure, Song Of The Lioness" by Tamora Pierce. She quickly scribbled a note to Swifty and passed it to him. Swifty was busy reading through his textbook to find something. He took the note, he opened it. It read: Pair up with Race, he's having problems with Spot, and in case you haven't noticed Spot's having problems with him. Tell him to cut a deal with Spot or something. A game of cards and a bet. I dunno. Do something. I don't want them ruining the dance or they'll pay. Swifty gulped and nodded his head towards Nymph as if saying that he got he message. Miss Suhay looked at the clock, "Time to pair up."

Swifty moved his chair over by Race, "Let's pair up. I couldn't find something so lets just do what you found."

Race shrugged, "Sounds good to me. Where do you wanna start?"

Swifty shrugged, "I'm not sure. Hey I wanted to ask you something."

Race lifted his head, "What?"

Swifty lowered his voice, "Look, I've been noticing a lot of tension between you and Spot on the track. I'm afraid it's gonna ruin something. So please for the team, cut a deal with Spot. Look I know you like to gamble, how about a bet? If you win, you two try to be friends or at least act civil to each other. If he wins, you do what he wants."

Race sighed, "It's really that noticeable?"

Swifty nodded. Race sighed again, "All right, during lunch I'll ask him."

Before they knew it, Miss Suhay was ushering them out the door while she laid her head down on the desk to fall asleep(2).

The three walked to the cafeteria, for a quick attendance before heading over to Taco Bell (3). They saw Jack, David, and Spot all standing outside already. Nymph raised her eyebrows and spoke, "Checked us in right?"

Spot pushed her, "Nah, now why would we do a thing like that?"

Race sighed, "I'll take that as a no," he glanced at Swifty before speaking again, "Come on Spot, let's go check everyone in."

Spot and Race walked into the cafeteria. They walked over to a table that Mr. Hackel was sitting at. Mr. Hackel spoke, "Names?"

Race named them all, "Jack Kelly Sullivan, David Jacobs, Anthony Higgins, Keiya Jade, Matthew Conlon, and Chen Lee."

Mr. Hackel checked off their names, "Free to go."

The two started to walk out but Race stopped Spot. He sighed and pulled out a deck of cards. He spoke softly, "Look, I know you don't like me. And that's fine I don't like you either. But you are dating my best friend, so, I'll cut you a bet. One hand of high low. You win, I do whatever you want for one week. I win, we try and act civil to each other for Jack's sake."

Spot narrowed his eyes and nodded. Race laid the cards on the table and proceed to cut them. He took the top card off the pile on the right and Spot took the top card off the pile on the left. Before they looked Spot quickly asked, "Aces High?"

Race laughed, "Would they be anything else?"

They flipped over their cards. Race had a Queen, while Spot had an Ace. Spot laughed this time, "I win. So you have to do whatever I want for one week. Be at my place at 5, I have an appointment after school, so it will have to be then."

Race still stunned that he lost just nodded and walked out of the cafeteria and followed the others to the cars.

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Shot: That was way longer then I first intended it to be. And I'm not even done with day one yet. Ok a few notes.

I actually had to play this song in high school. It's fun but it was hard to memorize. I had a teacher do that one time. He sent us off to lunch early cause he was hung over. In my high school, as long as you checked in with a teacher and was back before the bell, then you had free rain of what to do during lunch. Most of us went to the Taco Bell down the road.

That's all, see you next chapter. As always R & R, please. Oh and constructive criticism is always welcome, just a friendly remainder, be careful how you word them because flames do hurt. Bye now.