Shot: Wow, I guess people really like this fic. I guess I'm continuing because I get the feeling that if I don't that Funkiechick and Studentnumber24601 (B) will hurt me. So this is for you two. It is also for you two because of the awesome pair of writers you are.

Disclaimer: Must I do this every chapter? NO MORE. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. IF YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE THEM FROM THE MOVIE THEY ARE A REAL PERSON. THAT I DON'T OWN. DISNEY OWNS NEWSIES. There now that stands for the whole rest of this fic.

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Spot sat up in his bed and reached over to shut off the blaring noise of the alarm clock that sounded vaguely like a truck backing up. He quickly ran into his attached bathroom and relieved himself. He got into the shower making sure the water was just the right temperature; he didn't want to burn his skin. He poured a little bit of the cucumber melon wash onto his loofah and began to scrub himself all over, rinsing off each body part as he finished. He reached over and picked up the Paul Mitchell shampoo and squeezed the tiniest bit into his hand before massaging it into his scalp. He rinsed it out and turned off the shower. Spot stepped out and quickly wiped himself off with the terra cotta towel that was draped across the back of the sink. He walked into his room and pulled on a pair of, what he thought was shorts. Spot yawned and walked out of his immaculately clean room. He stepped out into the hallway and it took his sister's giggling for him to realize that he was only wearing his black happy face boxers. He quickly walked back in and grabbed his blue-green plaid pajama pants. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket that sat in the middle of the table. He glanced around the room and saw his dad sitting outside in the breakfast nook. Spot strode outside and sat next to his father. He spoke quietly to him, "Morning Dad. We're having band practice here this afternoon. Is that all right?"

His dad barely even moved just gave a quick nod of his head behind his paper. Spot smiled, "Thank you, sir. I promise to keep it quiet. We'll be in the soundproof basement you won't even know we are here."

Spot quickly got up and ran upstairs to his room. He grabbed a blue polo shirt that he had ironed on the saying, "DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS FOR YOU ARE SMALL AND TASTE GOOD WITH KETCHUP". He grabbed his favorite pair of Tommy blue jeans, making sure that his brown leather wallet was securely in the back pocket. He searched his room, with his eyes, for his backpack before remembering that he had left it hanging on the hook down by the front door. He ran down the stairs and caught a quick glimpse of the clock. It read 7:00. Jack was picking him up at 7, which with Jack that meant ten after. Spot sat down and tied on his Nike Air Jordan sneakers and went out onto the front steps. Jack's Saturn was just pulling up in front. Spot ran a hand through his still wet hair and walked over to the car. He leaned in the window and said, "Hey stranger, wanna go have some fun?"

Jack laughed and reached to smack him. Spot pulled back just in time. Jack smirked, "Lucky. Come on, get in. Race and David are waiting for us."

Spot climbed into the passenger seat and turned to Jack throwing Jack's green flannel top at him that was draped on the seat. Spot joked, "You know you can't just wear your undershirt for school right?"

Jack laughed and pulled away from the curb and headed towards the school. He spoke, "So Race tells me that he is gonna come to band practice tonight. That true?"

Spot nodded, "Yeah. My sister says he can sing really well too. Maybe we can audition him for our group. No offense Jack but you can't sing and I only sing backup."

Jack shrugged, "Ok, but Race won't like it. I don't even think he like singing.  I've never heard him sing before. Hey, think Nymph will let us play at the dance if we have a singer?"

Spot nodded, "Definitely. She already told me that if we manage to sound good by Thursday, then we got the gig."

Jack smiled, "Nice."

Spot leaned over and planted a kiss on Jack's cheek taking in the taste of his Mountain Air after-shave lotion. Just then they reached the school. Race was outside leaning against the building smoking a cigarette. His black t-shirt which read "Anime Freak" in white, looked odd. Then they noticed David sitting on the ground tugging at it trying to get him to sit down. David's blue pullover was hanging in such a way that it made him look like a girl (Like he had a chest.). Spot got out shaking his head, followed by Jack pulling his shirt on.  David waved them over to him and Race.  He stood and smiled at Jack and Spot, who had their hands in each other's back pockets.    Suddenly an Asian blur ran past them heading toward the track room.  Spot yelled, "Swifty, you're not late.  We don't have practice this morning."

The blur turned around and ran back to them.  Swifty stopped, pulled off the motorcycle helmet and sighed, "You mean to tell me I got up early for nothing."

Nymph walked up behind him, taking off her helmet as well, and smacked him in the head, "And me too.  I could still be asleep right now if it wasn't for your ass needing a ride."

Spot smirked at the two.  He grabbed Nymph's arm and dragged her a few feet away, "Listen come to band practice today.  I think we might have a singer that will make us sound even better then we already are."

Nymph suppressed a laugh, "If you found someone that makes you guys sound good then I'm all for giving you the gig at the dance."

Spot nodded, "Good."

The two walked back over to the group and listened to Race try to explain the different races in LOTR to Swifty.  The bell rang and the six walked begrudgingly into the school building.  The entire day passed in relative peacefulness.  The 2:50 bell finally rang after what seemed like days to the imprisoned teenagers.  Spot, Jack and Race headed to Jack's car.  Nymph walked over to her motorcycle with her black, with purple flames, helmet under her arm.  The two vehicles sped off into the distance, in the direction of Spot's house.  Swifty walked out and sighed.  David stepped out of the building next to him, he spoke, "What's up Swifts?"

Swifty sighed again and said, "Nymph left without giving me a ride.  Now I get to walk all the way home."

David laughed, "Nymph was supposed to tell you, she asked me during third period if I could give you a ride home because she was going to watch Jack's band practice to see if they are able to play the dance on Friday."

Swifty smiled, "That's my girlfriend.  Once she gets one thing in her head she forgets everything else.  Oh well, thanks for the ride Dave."

David nodded, "Sure Swifts, now lets get out of here, I hate staying at school longer then I have to."

(At Spot's house)

Jack quickly tuned his guitar and set himself up.  Spot ran up to his room and grabbed his sticks from his drum set up in his room and ran back down to the basement.  His drum set down there was already set up and ready to go.  Spot laid his sticks next to the set and went over to Race.  Spot whispered in his ear, "Your little thing to do for me today is to sing with the band, but the thing is we're going to make it look like you want to do it.  Got it?"

Race took an angry breath, "Yeah, I got it."

Spot stepped away just as Jack started talking, "Race, we want you to audition with the band.  We mostly play cover stuff.  Today we're practicing hard rock."

Spot spoke, "Yeah, like Def Leppard and such.  I say we start with Pour Some Sugar On Me"

Jack nodded.  Race grinned slightly, "I love that song.  It's one of my favs."

Spot nodded and sat behind the set.  Jack grabbed his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder.  Race stood behind the small microphone and waited for the count off.   Spot quickly said, "I sing all back up, so don't worry about the first part."

Race nodded.  Spot brought his sticks up and said, "One, two," he finished the count with his sticks.  Jack and spot started playing.  Spot sang the intro, "Step inside, walk this way.  You and me babe, Hey, hey!"

Race listened to the short guitar riff and started singing softly at first but getting louder as he got into the music, "Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on.  Livin' like a lover with a radar phone.  Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp.  Demolition woman, can I be your man?  Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light.  Television lover, baby, go all night.  Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet, little miss innocent sugar me, yeah."

Spot echoed, "Yeah.  Hey."

Race sang, "C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up."

Spot sang, "Poor some sugar on me."

Race answered, "Ooh, in the name of love."

Spot repeated, "Poor some sugar on me."

Race answered, "C'mon fire me up."

Spot sang again, "Poor your sugar on me."

Race licked his lips and sang, "Oh, I can't get enough.  I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet, yeah.  Listen!  Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!  Crazy little woman in a one-man show.  Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love.  Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up.  You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more.  Easy operator come a knockin' on my door.  Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet.  Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah."

Spot echoed, "Yeah."

Race got close to the microphone almost putting his lips on it, "Take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up."

Spot sang out, "Poor some sugar on me."

Race answered, "Ooh, in the name of love."

Spot repeated,  "Poor some sugar on me."

Race sang, "C'mon fire me up."

Spot sang, "Poor your sugar on me."

Race sang, "Oh, I can't get enough.  I'm hot sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah."

Jack went right into the guitar solo.  He played like a madman, and if it could happen his guitar would be on fire.  As he neared the end, Race readied himself to sing again, "You got the peaches, I got the cream.  Sweet to taste, saccharine.  'Cos, I'm hot, hot so hot, sticky sweet from my head, my head, to my feet."

Spot asked, "Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

Race sang till Jack faded out, "Take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up.  Pour some sugar on me, ooh in the name of love.  Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up.  Pour your sugar on me, oh I can't get enough.  Pour some sugar on me, ooh in the name of love.  Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up.  Pour your sugar on me, oh I can't get enough. Get it come get it.  Pour your sugar on me.  Ooh, pour some sugar on me.  Yeah! Sugar me!"

The song ended and Race took a deep breath, glad to be done singing.  Nymph stood off to the side not saying anything.  Jack turned to the microphone stand and said quietly, "I've known you since we were five and I never knew you could sing like that."

Race bit his lip, "Look I know it sucked big time.  I shouldn't have even tried.  I can't believe I let you talk me into doing that."

Spot threw his drumstick on the ground and stood up, "Stop putting yourself down Race.  That had to be the best thing I heard since the original track on the album."

Race raised his eyebrow, "You serious?"

Jack nodded, "Yeah, why did you never tell me that you could sing like that."

Race shrugged, "I only sing with my cousins at the farm and no where else."

Nymph pushed her way next to Race and said, "You rocked, Race.  You guys definitely have the gig Friday.  Look there's this one song by The Cures that my mom loves and she says it has to be played.  Can you guys do that for her?"

Spot and Jack nodded.  Jack said, "We know every Cure song.  It's up to Race if he knows it or not."

Spot smirked, "I doubt Race knows any Cure songs."

Race sneered, "I know The Cure.  I am best friends with Jack for years, and Jack is a total fan of The Cure.  What's the song, Nymph?"

Nymph nodded, "It's "Friday, I'm in Love".  Know it?"

The three guys nodded.  Suddenly a loud voice boomed from the stairs, "Boys and Keiya time to go home.  Matthew needs to go and practice his lacrosse."

Race bit back a laugh as the trudged up the stairs.  The left Spot at the door with a promise to be back tomorrow at the same time.  Spot grabbed Race's arm, "This is all that you have to do for me the rest of the week.  This means a lot to Jack, so don't screw it up."

Race nodded and walked over to Jack's car.  Nymph had already climbed onto her motorcycle and sped off towards her house.  Spot ran outside and quickly kissed Jack on the lips.  Jack and Race climbed into the car and started driving off.  Spot returned inside.  Jack sighed as he drove.  He turned to Race and asked, "Do you think that Spot is losing interest in me?"

Race shrugged, "Am I really the person you should be asking this of?"

Jack sighed, "I don't know any more.  Spot seems like he cares but whenever there's a chance that his parents could see us or that we are just out in public besides at school it's like he doesn't want to be seen with me.  Why can't he be more like David?"

Race shrugged again, "His parents are homophobic.  I don't know why he's like that when you guys are out.  I gotta ask, you like Dave or something?  You're always saying that you wish Spot was more like Dave in what he likes and everything."

Jack shrugged this time, "I don't know, he's your boyfriend.  I'm not looking to take him from you, I just wish that Spot and I shared similar interests like you and David or like me and David."

Race laughed, "Me and Dave do not have similar interests."

Jack nodded, "Oh."

Jack drove the rest of the way in silence.  At Race's house, he got out and waved to Jack saying, "See ya tomorrow."

Jack waved, "Bye," and drove away.

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Shot: I gotta stop taking so long to get out these chapters.  I'll try to update more regularly but unfortunately I'm back at school and classes tend to get in the way of typing.  Anyway, Read & Review as always.  Bye now.