Disclaimer: I don't own them there Newsies, I don't own The Breakfast Club,
I never read Outkasts, I don't' own Samwise Gamgee...the world is an
imperfect place.
Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to Shakes because she had a sprained ankle and I felt bad. LOVE YA
Saturday Afternoon- 12:30 P.M
Simon Hollows
a.k.a
Specs
I sighed as I left the school, breathing in the sweet October air. Going to Detention was like being stuck in a really bad Danielle Steel novel...minus the sex...so far.
Not that I would KNOW.
Uh...
Yes.
I scanned the parking lot, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. My father should've been coming at any moment to pick me up so I could go home to read Atlas Shrugged in peace and quiet in order to fulfill the hours of life that I had before I could die.
Which would hopefully be soon.
Well, seemed to be running late.
I sat on the stone steps that led up to Richard Henry Lee High, resting my head in my hands. Life sucks. Especially when you're running on three hours of sleep. No life, no friends, no sleep...
Remember, I'm the bitter one.
"Oh SHIT!"
I turned my head to see Dutchy, ransacking his backpack. Books, paper, and yoyos fell out and rolled down the stairs.
Since I had gotten up at seven in the fucking morning to be at detention for eight, my reaction time was a little bit slow, so I watched through heavy eyelids.
Mmmm...he's hot...
WOW where did that come from?
I snapped my eyes the whole way open and shook my head fast, trying to clear it.
Strange thoughts you have when you're half asleep!
ANYWAY!
I finally realized my sitting there, watching wasn't helping very much so I got up and walked on over, trying not to look like a complete moron.
I heard him muttering in Dutch as I approached.
"Having problems?"
Dutchy yelped (he actually did, he yelped) and glanced up quickly, which caused him to lose his balance. He began to teeter on the stair. I grabbed his hand to keep him from falling.
Such nice hands...
"Sorry," I said as he straightened up. "I didn't mean to startle you."
The tips of Dutchy's ears went pink and he shrugged, bending down to pick up his fallen books.
Yeah real smart right there hey I ALMOST killed you but yeah I'm SORRY. I'm just a bowl full of WIT.
I shook my head as I began to help him, picking up a yellow yo yo with green lightning bolts surrounding it. An awkward silence fell.
Say something. SAY ANYthing.
"So do you normally attack your backpack with such vehement force or did it misbehave?"
Dutchy's nose turned red. "I lost my metro card," he mumbled, pouncing on papers which were in danger of being swept away by the wind. "I have no way of getting home or anything...that's why I was...and I...no my backpack's a good boy!" he blurted out, the rest of his face turning pink.
I raised my eyebrows at him which just caused his face to turn a bright shade of red.
It was really nice though...adorable even...
WOW what?
I looked down quickly, clearing my throat.
"I'm sorry," I said, handing him a spiral notebook.
Dutchy shrugged, shoving papers into his bag.
Insert part two of awkward silence.
"Hey," I said suddenly, an idea hitting my brain. "Where do you live?
"Over on Bay Ridge." I shrugged. "It's on the way home, my dad can drop you off."
Dutchy's eyes widened slightly and his mouth made the customary 'oh no, I couldn't' comments, but I cut him off, shaking my head.
"It's no problem at all- we live over by there."
Dutchy still looked hesitant so I searched my brain for a change of topic.
Come on think THINK stupid brain
"Do you like it here?" I asked lamely, pointing to the school. He shrugged shyly.
"I don't really know...it's different than my old school."
"Where'd you go?" I asked, sitting on the stairs to wait for father dear.
To my surprise, the red that had disappeared from Dutchy's pale face returned and he looked down.
What did I do NOW?
"Uh...Saint Francis' Bleeding Heart...down on Shore Road."
"Why'd you come to RHL then? There's nothing special about it or anything."
Dutchy shrugged again, taking a yo yo out of his backpack.
"This was really the only High School I could get into after Saint Frank. The education there SUCKED total ass so my grades were sixties and shit."
He took a new yo yo out of his pocket. Leaning against the railing, he began to yo yo, his hands twitching slightly every time he threw it down.
"Oh," I said. Real smooth like. Yeah.
Silence stretched for several minutes while I thought of something to say.
Why was this so HARD?
Brilliance struck my mind.
"Why'd you transfer then?"
"Lousy education," Dutchy replied quickly. Too quickly.
"How bad was it that it made you transfer to public?"
Dutchy shrugged and yo yo-ed faster.
Awkward silences are on my list of favorite things!
Sarcasm kids.
Let me just tell you- nothing prettier than a blond yo-yoing Dutchy boy.
RIGHT think Specs, think like you've never thought before.
Guys turn me on.
WOW never thought that before...
Saturday Afternoon 1:15 P.M
Bradley C. Meyers
a.k.a.
Mush
"Mom? Dad?"
My voice seemed to echo off the perfect walls. Small and hollow, it bounced through the empty halls.
I put my bag down and walked to living room and dining room to the kitchen.
My mother was sitting at the table, looking immaculate as always. Every piece of glowing brown her hair was pulled away from her young, smooth face. She was looking through her papers, making notes or something.
"Hi mama," I said softly, standing in the doorway. It took her a few minutes to look up from the table.
"Oh. It's you."
I bit my lip and looked at the floor.
"Did you just get up?"
I shook my head slowly.
"No mama."
"Oh." I felt her shrug as she began to shuffle her papers together.
"I'm going out," she said abruptly.
"When will you be back?" I asked, looking up. She was putting everything into her briefcase without looking at me.
"Whenever," she said, snapping her locks shut. Her high heels made a clicking sound as she crossed the kitchen.
"Where's daddy?" I asked, trying to get her to stay, to talk some more.
"Japan. Left this morning."
"I didn't know-"
"Stop complaining."
I followed her as she walked through the house to the front hall.
"Is there anything to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Where?"
She finally turned to face me.
"Stop asking me pointless questions, I'm late already Christopher!"
I felt tears begin to sting my eyes.
"I'm Bradley, mama," I whispered softly.
We stared at one another before she turned around.
"Good bye," she said opening the door.
And she was gone.
Detention- 8:00 A.M.
Davin Simmons
a.k.a
Dutchy
YAY another session of Detention! FUN FUN FUN! Don't you all agree?
I don't. Detention sucks. Even if Specs is there. I mean, it's not like I can DO anything but stare at his beautiful face, study every expression that came across his face as he read or pretended to read and wonder how he could make glasses look good while, on me, they made it look like I was a nose with a face...he probably wasn't even gay.
Life's a bitch man.
Anyway, we were all sitting in our usual semicircle of delinquents, warily eyeing Racetrack since you know, he completely SNAPPED last week...and it didn't look like his mood had improved during the week.
Yeah this should defiantly be another fun gathering of Detention.
Miss. Larksen came clicking into the room, looking ugly in pink, as always. She had that tightassed, pissed off, I-just-ate-a-whole-lemon-I- didn't-know-I-was-allergic-to face on.
Didn't really do anything for her.
"I have decided," she squawked "Not to give essays anymore as they will obviously not be taken seriously, but rather to extend Detention for an hour every week."
WHAT THE HELL?
"What the FUCK?!"
"Language Mr. Higgins!"
"I have work at one!"
"I suppose you have to change your hours then Mr. Sullivan."
"I have a dentist appointment!"
"You should have thought of that consequence before you cheated Mr. Rivera.
"This is bullshit!"
"I SAID LANGUAGE!"
"And I said bullshit, what's your point?"
"BRYAN!"
"Please Miss. Larksen, this isn't fair."
Everybody's eyes slid to focus on Mush who seemed just as shocked he had spoken.
Miss. Larksen turned to face Mush slowly and, for once, achieved a feeling of foreboding throughout the room.
"Excuse me?" OOOh shit, this wasn't going to be good.
"This isn't fair? Who said it had to be fair? Since when is LIFE fair?!" She started walking toward Mush, a look of insanity on her face.
"You think you know everything, but you don't. You know NOTHING about the REAL world. What do you think the REAL world will do to you for blowing up a lab? Hmmm?" She had reached his desk by now and put her hands right on top of it. She bent down so she was eye to eye with a petrified Mush.
"What kind of human being is stupid enough to pour acid over a FIRE anyway? How incredibly STUPID do you have to be to even comprehend something like that?!"
"I...I didn't...didn't..."
"Oh what Bradley?! You can't even DEFEND yourself? You're WORTHLESS, hopeless, a poor pitiful, MEANIGLESS excuse for a human being!"
A shocked silence surrounded the room as Mush's face began to crumple, something which seemed to anger Miss. Larksen further.
"Now you're going to CRY aren't you?! Cry all you want, see where THAT'LL get you in life kid! Especially since NOBODY cares about you! Nobody cares at all. How does that feel?"
Mush refused to look into her eyes. He wasn't crying but his lower lip was trembling and his whole body was shaking.
Anger flooded through my body. Where the HELL did she get off saying any of that shit?! Mush was the only person who never did anything to any of the other morons in detention.
"ANSWER ME!" she screamed in his face.
"SHUT UP can't you see you're scaring him?"
I looked over at Snitch, his face red with anger.
It appeared that I wasn't the only one pissed at Larksen's power trip.
"SO WHAT? You're being a jackass!"
"Conlon!"
"You're full of shit, you know that?"
"Mr. Sullivan, don't make me-"
"What? You can't DO anything but make GOOD people feel like shit!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, everybody else started shouting, overlapping one another so it was impossible to know who was saying what.
"You're just lying to him."
"Stupid bitch."
"Mush is the nicest-"
"-just SHY-"
"-least confrontational-"
"SHUT UP!" Miss. Larksen's screech got us all quiet, mainly due to shock. "None of you know what you're talking about! NONE OF YOU-"
"What? None of us what Miss. Larksen?"
Everybody stared at Skittery, who had been silent up until this point. Anger flared in his brown eyes, his whole body tense.
Miss. Larksen looked lost for words as she looked at him. Luckily he didn't give her time to find them.
"YOU'RE the one who doesn't know anything about our lives. How do you know what we go through everyday, forced into our own little worlds due to the generalizations people like you label us with? MUSH IS A GOOD PERSON. You can see that by just looking at him, by listening to what he has to say when he isn't TOO AFRAID TO SAY IT. It's people like YOU that make him how he is, that makes us how we all are! So shut up about everything you think you know. Because none of it's going to be right."
A stony, dazed silence swept over the room, one which was void of all noise. Miss. Larksen's eyes were locked on Skittery's, who didn't blink or flinch under her gaze.
We all waited to see what she would do. Her whole face began to twitch and she opened and closed her mouth a few times. I tensed my body and flinched, waiting for the eruption of screams which would escape lips.
But it never came.
To everybody's surprise, Miss. Larksen turned on her heal and practically ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Detention- 8:15 A.M.
Peter Brooks
a.ka.
Kid Blink
My eye was immediately drawn to Mush as soon as the door closed. The poor boy was still sitting there, staring down at his hands with tears in his eyes. I couldn't bear to see such a good person to look like he was in such pain...
"Yo Mush, you ok?" Apparently I wasn't the only person worried about him as Racetrack voiced my thoughts.
He shrugged, and whispered "She's right you know. About everything she said about me."
A snort came from Spot and he shook his head. "Damn man, weren't you listening to anything Skittery said? He's the one who's right."
"I am hopeless," he whispered, voice cracking.
"You're not hopeless at all," I said, surprising myself with the force I said it with. Well he looked so sad it was hard not to care...
"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't mean it man," Skittery said from his corner.
Mush shook his head again, two tears beginning to drip down his face.
"Don't listen to her Mush."
"Come on Race is right, nothing she says is true!"
It didn't look like he was listening to anything anybody else was saying, so I did the only thing I thought was right.
I got up and hugged him.
THE END
A.N. GAH sorry this took so long and everything, but school's busy- my play's coming up and I've had nonstop rehearsals AND I was out of school for a week with the flu. Let's just say THAT wasn't a pretty sight. It really wasn't, hallucinations and whatnot, but I hey, I got the chapter up! I'm sorry this chapter isn't that great but it's one of those bridge chapters, more explanatory and everything...
I'm sorry, I can't do shout outs because it's too late but I love love LOVE you ALL for reviewing and appreciate it sooooooo much. If I knew where you all lived I would deliver chocolate covered newsies to each and everyone OF YOU. THANK YOU. I hope you all liked this chapter. Sweet dreams and cotton monkeys!
-!-Alarice-!-
Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to Shakes because she had a sprained ankle and I felt bad. LOVE YA
Saturday Afternoon- 12:30 P.M
Simon Hollows
a.k.a
Specs
I sighed as I left the school, breathing in the sweet October air. Going to Detention was like being stuck in a really bad Danielle Steel novel...minus the sex...so far.
Not that I would KNOW.
Uh...
Yes.
I scanned the parking lot, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. My father should've been coming at any moment to pick me up so I could go home to read Atlas Shrugged in peace and quiet in order to fulfill the hours of life that I had before I could die.
Which would hopefully be soon.
Well, seemed to be running late.
I sat on the stone steps that led up to Richard Henry Lee High, resting my head in my hands. Life sucks. Especially when you're running on three hours of sleep. No life, no friends, no sleep...
Remember, I'm the bitter one.
"Oh SHIT!"
I turned my head to see Dutchy, ransacking his backpack. Books, paper, and yoyos fell out and rolled down the stairs.
Since I had gotten up at seven in the fucking morning to be at detention for eight, my reaction time was a little bit slow, so I watched through heavy eyelids.
Mmmm...he's hot...
WOW where did that come from?
I snapped my eyes the whole way open and shook my head fast, trying to clear it.
Strange thoughts you have when you're half asleep!
ANYWAY!
I finally realized my sitting there, watching wasn't helping very much so I got up and walked on over, trying not to look like a complete moron.
I heard him muttering in Dutch as I approached.
"Having problems?"
Dutchy yelped (he actually did, he yelped) and glanced up quickly, which caused him to lose his balance. He began to teeter on the stair. I grabbed his hand to keep him from falling.
Such nice hands...
"Sorry," I said as he straightened up. "I didn't mean to startle you."
The tips of Dutchy's ears went pink and he shrugged, bending down to pick up his fallen books.
Yeah real smart right there hey I ALMOST killed you but yeah I'm SORRY. I'm just a bowl full of WIT.
I shook my head as I began to help him, picking up a yellow yo yo with green lightning bolts surrounding it. An awkward silence fell.
Say something. SAY ANYthing.
"So do you normally attack your backpack with such vehement force or did it misbehave?"
Dutchy's nose turned red. "I lost my metro card," he mumbled, pouncing on papers which were in danger of being swept away by the wind. "I have no way of getting home or anything...that's why I was...and I...no my backpack's a good boy!" he blurted out, the rest of his face turning pink.
I raised my eyebrows at him which just caused his face to turn a bright shade of red.
It was really nice though...adorable even...
WOW what?
I looked down quickly, clearing my throat.
"I'm sorry," I said, handing him a spiral notebook.
Dutchy shrugged, shoving papers into his bag.
Insert part two of awkward silence.
"Hey," I said suddenly, an idea hitting my brain. "Where do you live?
"Over on Bay Ridge." I shrugged. "It's on the way home, my dad can drop you off."
Dutchy's eyes widened slightly and his mouth made the customary 'oh no, I couldn't' comments, but I cut him off, shaking my head.
"It's no problem at all- we live over by there."
Dutchy still looked hesitant so I searched my brain for a change of topic.
Come on think THINK stupid brain
"Do you like it here?" I asked lamely, pointing to the school. He shrugged shyly.
"I don't really know...it's different than my old school."
"Where'd you go?" I asked, sitting on the stairs to wait for father dear.
To my surprise, the red that had disappeared from Dutchy's pale face returned and he looked down.
What did I do NOW?
"Uh...Saint Francis' Bleeding Heart...down on Shore Road."
"Why'd you come to RHL then? There's nothing special about it or anything."
Dutchy shrugged again, taking a yo yo out of his backpack.
"This was really the only High School I could get into after Saint Frank. The education there SUCKED total ass so my grades were sixties and shit."
He took a new yo yo out of his pocket. Leaning against the railing, he began to yo yo, his hands twitching slightly every time he threw it down.
"Oh," I said. Real smooth like. Yeah.
Silence stretched for several minutes while I thought of something to say.
Why was this so HARD?
Brilliance struck my mind.
"Why'd you transfer then?"
"Lousy education," Dutchy replied quickly. Too quickly.
"How bad was it that it made you transfer to public?"
Dutchy shrugged and yo yo-ed faster.
Awkward silences are on my list of favorite things!
Sarcasm kids.
Let me just tell you- nothing prettier than a blond yo-yoing Dutchy boy.
RIGHT think Specs, think like you've never thought before.
Guys turn me on.
WOW never thought that before...
Saturday Afternoon 1:15 P.M
Bradley C. Meyers
a.k.a.
Mush
"Mom? Dad?"
My voice seemed to echo off the perfect walls. Small and hollow, it bounced through the empty halls.
I put my bag down and walked to living room and dining room to the kitchen.
My mother was sitting at the table, looking immaculate as always. Every piece of glowing brown her hair was pulled away from her young, smooth face. She was looking through her papers, making notes or something.
"Hi mama," I said softly, standing in the doorway. It took her a few minutes to look up from the table.
"Oh. It's you."
I bit my lip and looked at the floor.
"Did you just get up?"
I shook my head slowly.
"No mama."
"Oh." I felt her shrug as she began to shuffle her papers together.
"I'm going out," she said abruptly.
"When will you be back?" I asked, looking up. She was putting everything into her briefcase without looking at me.
"Whenever," she said, snapping her locks shut. Her high heels made a clicking sound as she crossed the kitchen.
"Where's daddy?" I asked, trying to get her to stay, to talk some more.
"Japan. Left this morning."
"I didn't know-"
"Stop complaining."
I followed her as she walked through the house to the front hall.
"Is there anything to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Where?"
She finally turned to face me.
"Stop asking me pointless questions, I'm late already Christopher!"
I felt tears begin to sting my eyes.
"I'm Bradley, mama," I whispered softly.
We stared at one another before she turned around.
"Good bye," she said opening the door.
And she was gone.
Detention- 8:00 A.M.
Davin Simmons
a.k.a
Dutchy
YAY another session of Detention! FUN FUN FUN! Don't you all agree?
I don't. Detention sucks. Even if Specs is there. I mean, it's not like I can DO anything but stare at his beautiful face, study every expression that came across his face as he read or pretended to read and wonder how he could make glasses look good while, on me, they made it look like I was a nose with a face...he probably wasn't even gay.
Life's a bitch man.
Anyway, we were all sitting in our usual semicircle of delinquents, warily eyeing Racetrack since you know, he completely SNAPPED last week...and it didn't look like his mood had improved during the week.
Yeah this should defiantly be another fun gathering of Detention.
Miss. Larksen came clicking into the room, looking ugly in pink, as always. She had that tightassed, pissed off, I-just-ate-a-whole-lemon-I- didn't-know-I-was-allergic-to face on.
Didn't really do anything for her.
"I have decided," she squawked "Not to give essays anymore as they will obviously not be taken seriously, but rather to extend Detention for an hour every week."
WHAT THE HELL?
"What the FUCK?!"
"Language Mr. Higgins!"
"I have work at one!"
"I suppose you have to change your hours then Mr. Sullivan."
"I have a dentist appointment!"
"You should have thought of that consequence before you cheated Mr. Rivera.
"This is bullshit!"
"I SAID LANGUAGE!"
"And I said bullshit, what's your point?"
"BRYAN!"
"Please Miss. Larksen, this isn't fair."
Everybody's eyes slid to focus on Mush who seemed just as shocked he had spoken.
Miss. Larksen turned to face Mush slowly and, for once, achieved a feeling of foreboding throughout the room.
"Excuse me?" OOOh shit, this wasn't going to be good.
"This isn't fair? Who said it had to be fair? Since when is LIFE fair?!" She started walking toward Mush, a look of insanity on her face.
"You think you know everything, but you don't. You know NOTHING about the REAL world. What do you think the REAL world will do to you for blowing up a lab? Hmmm?" She had reached his desk by now and put her hands right on top of it. She bent down so she was eye to eye with a petrified Mush.
"What kind of human being is stupid enough to pour acid over a FIRE anyway? How incredibly STUPID do you have to be to even comprehend something like that?!"
"I...I didn't...didn't..."
"Oh what Bradley?! You can't even DEFEND yourself? You're WORTHLESS, hopeless, a poor pitiful, MEANIGLESS excuse for a human being!"
A shocked silence surrounded the room as Mush's face began to crumple, something which seemed to anger Miss. Larksen further.
"Now you're going to CRY aren't you?! Cry all you want, see where THAT'LL get you in life kid! Especially since NOBODY cares about you! Nobody cares at all. How does that feel?"
Mush refused to look into her eyes. He wasn't crying but his lower lip was trembling and his whole body was shaking.
Anger flooded through my body. Where the HELL did she get off saying any of that shit?! Mush was the only person who never did anything to any of the other morons in detention.
"ANSWER ME!" she screamed in his face.
"SHUT UP can't you see you're scaring him?"
I looked over at Snitch, his face red with anger.
It appeared that I wasn't the only one pissed at Larksen's power trip.
"SO WHAT? You're being a jackass!"
"Conlon!"
"You're full of shit, you know that?"
"Mr. Sullivan, don't make me-"
"What? You can't DO anything but make GOOD people feel like shit!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, everybody else started shouting, overlapping one another so it was impossible to know who was saying what.
"You're just lying to him."
"Stupid bitch."
"Mush is the nicest-"
"-just SHY-"
"-least confrontational-"
"SHUT UP!" Miss. Larksen's screech got us all quiet, mainly due to shock. "None of you know what you're talking about! NONE OF YOU-"
"What? None of us what Miss. Larksen?"
Everybody stared at Skittery, who had been silent up until this point. Anger flared in his brown eyes, his whole body tense.
Miss. Larksen looked lost for words as she looked at him. Luckily he didn't give her time to find them.
"YOU'RE the one who doesn't know anything about our lives. How do you know what we go through everyday, forced into our own little worlds due to the generalizations people like you label us with? MUSH IS A GOOD PERSON. You can see that by just looking at him, by listening to what he has to say when he isn't TOO AFRAID TO SAY IT. It's people like YOU that make him how he is, that makes us how we all are! So shut up about everything you think you know. Because none of it's going to be right."
A stony, dazed silence swept over the room, one which was void of all noise. Miss. Larksen's eyes were locked on Skittery's, who didn't blink or flinch under her gaze.
We all waited to see what she would do. Her whole face began to twitch and she opened and closed her mouth a few times. I tensed my body and flinched, waiting for the eruption of screams which would escape lips.
But it never came.
To everybody's surprise, Miss. Larksen turned on her heal and practically ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Detention- 8:15 A.M.
Peter Brooks
a.ka.
Kid Blink
My eye was immediately drawn to Mush as soon as the door closed. The poor boy was still sitting there, staring down at his hands with tears in his eyes. I couldn't bear to see such a good person to look like he was in such pain...
"Yo Mush, you ok?" Apparently I wasn't the only person worried about him as Racetrack voiced my thoughts.
He shrugged, and whispered "She's right you know. About everything she said about me."
A snort came from Spot and he shook his head. "Damn man, weren't you listening to anything Skittery said? He's the one who's right."
"I am hopeless," he whispered, voice cracking.
"You're not hopeless at all," I said, surprising myself with the force I said it with. Well he looked so sad it was hard not to care...
"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't mean it man," Skittery said from his corner.
Mush shook his head again, two tears beginning to drip down his face.
"Don't listen to her Mush."
"Come on Race is right, nothing she says is true!"
It didn't look like he was listening to anything anybody else was saying, so I did the only thing I thought was right.
I got up and hugged him.
THE END
A.N. GAH sorry this took so long and everything, but school's busy- my play's coming up and I've had nonstop rehearsals AND I was out of school for a week with the flu. Let's just say THAT wasn't a pretty sight. It really wasn't, hallucinations and whatnot, but I hey, I got the chapter up! I'm sorry this chapter isn't that great but it's one of those bridge chapters, more explanatory and everything...
I'm sorry, I can't do shout outs because it's too late but I love love LOVE you ALL for reviewing and appreciate it sooooooo much. If I knew where you all lived I would deliver chocolate covered newsies to each and everyone OF YOU. THANK YOU. I hope you all liked this chapter. Sweet dreams and cotton monkeys!
-!-Alarice-!-