*eye twitch* Things have NOT been going well lately... First, FF.net decides to randomly remove the first story that I ever wrote after it's been done for... I don't know, FOREVER. Then, my computer decides to EAT this chapter after I'd already finished writing the damn thing. So, yeah. Anyway, how was your day? *sweet smile* Okay, onto chapter two. Things start getting good here. I think... *shrugs* *grins* The other students at True Directions are introduced! Friendships are formed! Enemies are made! Medda spontaneously combusts! Or not... ^_^
Disclaimers: I don't own Newsies. Disney does. I don't own these characters. Their creators do. Nice and short. ^_^
Warnings: Language, eventual slash, probably femslash as well
-- Thanks to Janel, my wonderful, beautiful, perfect beta. I adore you, darlin', even though you never update. ^_^ --
But I'm a Prep!
Chapter Two
I stared blankly at Medda.
"Please tell me you're joking," I begged. She just smiled her disgustingly perfect smile and pointed at the lumpy, grey chair in front of me. I finally sighed in defeat. "Fine, we'll do it your way," I muttered to myself. Reluctantly, I reached forward and untied the bright red ribbon around the chair. The semi-circle of teenagers surrounding said chair broke out into applause.
I pondered the significance of such a stupid act as I plopped down into the chair and faced the other students.
"Now, everyone," Medda began. "This is Isaac, your new classmate. I'd like you all to make him feel at home. Why don't you all introduce yourselves?" She beamed. "Who wants to go first?"
Nobody moved. Can't blame them, really.
Medda sighed.
"Fine. We'll just have to start at this end of the circle and go around. Now, you already know Ewan." Pie Eater grinned at me and popped part of a Hershey bar into his mouth. "Who's next?"
"I guess that'd be me." I turned my attention to a girl with long, dark hair and bright green eyes. She stood up, and I got a clear view of her light pink blouse and dark pink skirt. I had to fight down the urge to projectile vomit all over the place when I realized that every single girl in the room had on the same outfit.
I wanted to cry. Or at least see a color that wasn't pink or blue.
"I'm Alicia Knolls," the girl said with a smile. "People tend to call me Chaser because-"
"Because she's a skirt chaser!" someone shrieked.
"Shut up, Speed. Anyway, yeah. I guess I am kind of a skirt chaser." Chaser grinned evilly. "And a pants chaser."
"No such expression!"
"Shut up, Speed."
"Alicia, Janel, stop bickering." Medda leaned forward in her chair and raised an eyebrow. "And you're a what, Alicia?" Chaser sighed.
"And I'm a homosexual," she muttered. "Well, bisexual, really. Fine, fine, I'm a homosexual!" she said quickly, taking note of the death glare that Medda was shooting in her direction.
"Thank you, Alicia. Next!"
It was a boy this time. He was kinda tall with dark hair and eyes. And his teeth were sort of... well, huge.
"Uh, hi! I'm Damien Baxter. They call me Snitch 'cause... well, I'm a bit of a klepto." He turned red. "And, erm... I'm a h-homosexual." He sat down pretty quickly.
The boy next to him reminded me vaguely of a piece of taffy that had been stretched. He was even taller than Snitch and really thin. What's the word I'm looking for? Gaunt. Yeah, that's it. He was gaunt.
"Jared Sloane. Call me Skittery," he said quietly. He immediately sat back down without even explaining his nickname. Not that he needed to; a complete idiot could see how paranoid this guy was. His eyes kept darting around, never resting on anything for more than a few seconds. Seeking out possible exits, I guess.
Hey, not a bad idea...
I immediately turned my attention to the next girl. She had her shaggy, reddish-brown hair pulled back with a black bandanna.
"The name's Rebecca Notte, but, please, call me Stage." She grinned cheerily. "I'm a theater girl at heart, which is how I got my nickname. And, I..." She paused and clutched at her heart in an exaggerated fashion. "... am a homosexual!" She immediately began crying. Real tears and everything. I was impressed.
Everyone laughed and broke out into applause. Stage gave a huge bow and hopped back into her chair as Medda rolled her eyes.
The next boy got to his feet, still laughing and shaking his head.
"I'm Roger Valentine, but everyone calls me Swifty. Race me, and I'll show you why." His grin took on a slightly evil tint as he exchanged high-fives with the girl next to him. "Oh, yeah, um, I'm a homosexual." The girl by his side practically bounced out of her seat.
"Hiya!" crowed the girl. She was African-American, very pretty, with long, dark hair. She giggled wildly and waved. "I'm Janel Anderson, but people call me Speed, 'cause I talk really fast!"
"No, they call you Speed because you act like you're on speed."
"Shut up, Chaser. Anyway... I am a HOMOSEXUAL! WHEEE!" She hopped back into her chair. I saw Medda roll her eyes and rub her forehead. No doubt this girl was the source of many headaches for her. The next boy stood up.
"I'm Benny D'Angelo," he muttered. I frowned; this guy looked like he was mad at the world. Not to mention the fact that his ears were pierced at least six or seven times. Plus the eyebrow piercing, nose piercing, and what looked like the top of a tattoo sticking out of his Catholic school boy-esque shirt collar. And this kid couldn't have been any older than me. "Call me Itey. 'Cause I'm Italian. And, yeah, I'm a friggin' homosexual." He glared at me once more before taking his seat (A/N: Who's going to hell for doing this to Itey? Yeah, that'd be me. *evil grin*)
"God, Itey, I swear that one day, you're gonna snap and kill everyone," a laid-back, almost lazy voice said.
"Kylea, you're next," Medda said sharply. Obviously this Kylea chick wasn't one of her favorite students.
A girl with pitch-black hair slowly got to her feet. She smiled like there was nothing wrong with the world.
"Kylea Johansen, nice to meet you," she said with a yawn. "I'm known as Slosh. Because I like to get sloshed." She grinned, unhooked a flask from the out-of-place belt around her waist, and took a swig of... well, whatever that stuff was. "Lortab," she explained. She must have caught the "what the hell?" look on my face. "Liquid Vicodin. I just had my wisdom teeth out." She smiled once more, then sat back down with a vacant expression on her face.
The next person was Racetrack.
"We've met," he muttered. Medda shot him a warning glance. He stared right back at her for a few seconds, before sighing in defeat. The little jerk hopped to his feet and plastered on a huge, fake, shitfaced grin. "Dean Higgins. They call me Racetrack because, apparently, I have a bit of a gambling problem. And I like to fuck boys." The fake smile disappeared and he collapsed back into his chair. I fought back the urge to punch the little snot in the face.
"Dean, language," Medda warned. She turned her gaze to the last person in the room, a short, slightly chubby girl with long, wavy, light brown hair and glasses.
"Erm, hi," she said quietly with an embarrassed smile. "I'm Colleen and-" Suddenly, everything about her just changed. I can't really explain it. It's just that, all of a sudden, everything about her was different. Her voice, the way she was standing, hell, even the vibes she gave off were different. "Look, just shut up, okay? They're not here to talk about you; you're straight." The meek expression returned. "I was just trying to-" And, away it went. "Ignore her." The girl smirked and removed her glasses. "I'm Maureen, I'm a homosexual, and chances are, I'm not going to like you." She smirked again and sat down, her arms folded in what was clearly a challenge.
But I was more worried about the fact that she was arguing with herself than the fact that she challenged me.
"Colleen has Multiple Personality Disorder," Medda explained quickly. "But she's not dangerous."
"Ah," was all I could say. Hey, it isn't every day that you meet an actual schizo.
"Well," Medda said cheerfully. "That's..." She frowned suddenly. "We're missing people." The crazy broad performed a quick head count. "Where is everyone?"
Quite suddenly, the faint strains of a clarinet floated through the room.
Everyone stiffened as Medda frowned and yanked open one of the Training Building's massive window. Even though my view was partially obstructed by Medda's eye-meltingly bright pink outfit (A/N: It's come to my attention that "meltingly" is not a word. It is now. ^_^), I could still see what was going on.
A few kids were lounging around in what appeared to be a garden. You know, hedges and little trees and flowers and fountains. That kind of stuff. A girl with dark brown hair and glasses was sitting on a stone bench playing some kind of jazzy tune on a clarinet. Another girl, this one with short red hair and blond streaks, stood next to her, scatting and snapping her fingers. A starry-eyed guy sat under one of the trees and stared off into space, obviously thinking hard about something... or someone. The girl next to him was whistling softly and carefully brushing her long, dark hair. Another girl with thick glasses and a wild grin was wandering around aimlessly and twitching.
And in the center of everything, a boy and a girl were dancing.
And, damn, they could dance.
The boy was short with blond hair and a mischievous smirk. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to spin the girl under his arm. Said girl, from what I could see, was pretty stocky, but not in a bad way. She twirled once more, pushed her short, dark hair out of her eyes, and jumped directly into a lively jitterbug.
It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
But, apparently, Medda didn't think so.
Stupid bitch.
"Kent! Amanda!" she barked. The girl under the tree looked at Medda with wide, frightened green eyes. She quickly poked the boy, who was still off in his own little world. He blinked and focused on the pissy ball of pink. "What are you doing out there?! Do you know what time it is?!" The girl (who was really pretty, by the way) blinked in surprise and looked at her watch. She gasped.
"Oh, no, the introduction session! Heels!" she yelled. "Heels, Spot! Knock it off, you guys!" The boy and the girl immediately stopped dancing, and the clarinet died away. "Miss Medda, we are so sorry! We lost track of time! Oh, my God, I am so, so, sososo sorry!"
You know how some people just reeeeally know how to suck up to teachers? How there are some kids who can just milk adults for everything that they're worth? Kids who can manipulate just about anyone that they want by pretending to be an innocent, little nobody?
Well, this girl wasn't one of them.
I don't know how I knew, but I knew, just by looking at her, that she really was that sweet.
And that kinda scared me.
Medda sighed.
"It's all right, Amanda. I understand. Just get everyone inside."
They didn't even bother to go around; everyone just climbed through the window. Hey, we were on the first floor. It's not like they had to put out a whole hell of a lot of effort.
"I apologize for my students' tardiness, Isaac," Medda said, glaring at the teenagers. "Introduce yourselves quickly, and we can get on to helping this boy through Step One."
Step One? Huh?
Oh, yeah.
I'd kind of forgotten why I was there.
There was a short pause before the blond boy stepped forward. He grinned at me and kind of looked me over.
"New kid, huh? Ooh, and you're a cute one, too!" He didn't even flinch when Medda shot him a death glare. Gotta give him credit for that. If that crazy chick would have glared at me like that, I probably would have melted into a little puddle. Hell, she was scary enough when she was happy, what with her psycho, frizz bomb, Flashdance-esque hair and way-too-white teeth. Anyway, back to the boy. "Paul Conlon, but people call me Spot."
"'Cause you're so short," the girl with the clarinet chimed in.
"Oh, shut your trap, you stupid bitch," he mumbled affectionately. Spot smiled at me before placing his hands on his hips and sticking his tongue out at Medda's back.
It suddenly occurred to me that I'd just met my first-ever "flamer," as my mother like to call them (A/N: Blink is sheltered! ^_^;;;)
The girl with the clarinet stepped forward, playfully poking Spot in the ribs as she went.
"Salutations, new kid!" She beamed at me. "I'm Ashleigh Bennett, but they call my Mayfly." The tall, pale girl with the short, red hair snickered wildly. "It's... kind of a long story." She turned red. "Anyway, this here is Delilah." She gestured to her clarinet before biting the snickering girl on the arm.
"The name's Elizabeth Marlette," the red-haired girl stated, flashing me a peace sign (she didn't even look slightly freaked out by the fact that she'd just been bitten). "Better known as Bebop, for obvious reasons." I remembered that she'd been the one scatting. Bebop grinned at me, cracked her knuckles, and glanced at the boy next to her.
"Erm, hey. I'm Kent Navarro. Everybody calls me Bumlets." He blushed as the entire room (minus Racetrack) exploded with laughter. Even Itey let out a kind of scary-sounding "heheheheh" laugh. "It's... well, it's a long story, too... Heels, you go." The dancing girl rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Rafferty Madison, but call me Heels since, as I'm sure you've noticed, I dance." She eyed me warily and fingered the silver pentacle around her neck as the pretty girl stepped forward with an angelic smile.
"Hi! My name is Amanda Pelligrino. Everyone just calls me Mandy." She smiled serenely as Heels started to meticulously braid her hair with the kind of focus that people would probably reserve for final exams and Jedi mind tricks (A/N: Wow... that line is so random... *shrugs* Dunno where that came from).
"Call me Q, because it's like WHAM when Sean Connery comes through with the BOOM and the SPLAT and you're like, DUDE! And then the pizza just EXPLODES!"
I stared blankly at the girl with the massively thick glasses as she bounced around the room, babbling incessantly.
"That's _____ Quimby," Bumlets started to explain (hey, I'd tell you her name, but I've been sworn to secrecy). The girl immediately stopped bouncing.
"Ex-nay on the irst-fay ame-nay!" she hissed.
"Sorry, Q!" The girl immediately beamed and twitched.
"It's okay. None of us actually understand what the hell she's talking about," Stage said amiably.
They all stared at me.
"Oh, erm... I'm Isaac Cliffton, but my friends call me Kid Blink. Usually just Blink. You know, because of my eye." Slosh leaned forward to examine me.
"Did you lose it in an accident?" she asked calmly. Medda gasped and started to sputter.
"KYLEA! That's not something that you ask someone!"
"No, really, it's okay," I said. Because, surprising as it may sound, it was. I mean, it's not like she was mean about it or anything. Slosh just seemed like a really blunt person. Besides, I'm not particularly sensitive about my eye. People never really tend to dwell on it, so it doesn't bother me. "I was born blind in this eye, and it's kind of a weird color. That's why I wear this," I explained, gesturing to my patch. "It used to freak people out." Slosh nodded and sat back, satisfied. "Anyway. Uh... I don't really know why I'm here. I'm not gay."
They all stared at me again. Pie Eater and Swifty exchanged looks while Speed, Bebop, Mayfly, and Spot all giggled.
"That's what the all say," Maureen stated with a bored yawn. I glared. Stupid lesbian schizo. "Look, pal, if you weren't a homo, you wouldn't be here." She blinked suddenly. "Maureen, I really don't think that you should say things like that." "Bugger off, Colleen!" "No! I'm tired of taking orders from you, and I won't put up with it any more!"
Medda cleared her throat nervously and pressed a button on a small black box attached to the arm of her chair - an intercom. She spoke into it for a few seconds as Colleen and Maureen continued to argue.
A few seconds later, Ireland and Mush busted in and led Colleen/Maureen out of the door.
"They argue like that every now and then," Mandy explained quietly. "I feel so bad for them." Heels looked like she was about ready to murder anyone who would even think of making Mandy feel bad. It was kind of cute, really.
"Well, back to the problem at hand!" Medda smiled cheerfully and gestured to me. "Isaac, we've got to find a way to break through this... wall that you've set up. Let's see... what can we do?" She tapped a perfectly manicured fingernail against her lips. "Well, Isaac, what kind of posters do you have in your room.
I raised an eyebrow. The hell?
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You'd be surprised," Snitch replied, grinning. I sighed and sat back to think.
"Ummm... let's see. I've got Bright Eyes, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes-"
"I LOVE Me First and the Gimme Gimmes!" Bebop and Mayfly shrieked. I grinned.
"Yeah, they rock."
"Don't they do covers of musical theater songs?" Stage questioned.
"Well... yeah."
"Oh, come on! And you still think you're straight?" Heels let out a short, harsh laugh. I glared at her.
"My mom's an actress!"
"You think that matters?" Skittery asked quietly.
"Listening to Me First and the Gimme Gimmes doesn't make me gay!"
"No, but it doesn't make you straight, either." Snitch let out a cackle. Yes, a cackle. That's the only word that even remotely describes Snitch's laugh.
"Let's try something else," Medda said. "What's your favorite fruit, Isaac?"
I'd long ago figured out that this woman wasn't quite right in the head. Now, I was pretty sure that she was absolutely insane. Like, "get this girl some meds and find out what size straightjacket she wears" insane. Then again, so was Q.
I decided to play her little game.
"Erm... I don't know. Bananas, I guess."
Everyone snickered.
"Blink, my friend, you're gayer than I am," Spot stated matter-of-factly.
"Nobody's gayer than you, Spot."
"Thank you for the affirmation, Mayfly."
"Why exactly do bananas make me gay?"
Everyone stared blankly at me.
"You were a very sheltered child, weren't you?" Slosh asked. "Think about it."
I thought.
And then it hit me.
"Phallic symbols," Itey said with a slightly evil grin.
I just stared blankly ahead.
"You're all freaks," I stated calmly. "Every last one of you is a perverted freak, seething with sexual innuendoes."
"Ooh, big words," Chaser muttered.
"Our freakiness factor has nothing to do with anything," Stage said with a cheerful smile. "You're gay. Admit it."
Must... not... strangle... crazy girl...
"I am not gay," I repeated for the umpteenth time. "I have a girlfriend!"
They were all quiet.
Ha! Eat that!
"Oh..." Pie Eater mumbled. "Oh... well, did you... you know... did you ever..." He turned bright red and looked at the ground.
"Didja fuck her?" Racetrack finished.
"Dean! Language!" I glared at him. Jerk.
"She's a Christian." Heels' expression darkened at that comment. Q stopped twitching for a few seconds to grin at me.
"Well, let's just say, hypothetically, that she wasn't. Would you do it?"
I blinked.
"Well... yeah, sure." They all caught my hesitation, though. To tell you the truth, I don't know why I hesitated. I mean, I'm a heterosexual seventeen-year-old boy. Naked females are a welcome apparition in my mind.
So why didn't I feel anything when I thought about having sex with Zooey?
Or any other girl, for that matter?
Snitch smiled broadly and leaned in.
"So, you're saying that you never looked at another guy and thought, 'damn, he's hot.' Right?" I swallowed nervously and looked from person to person.
"Well, I... I know when another guy is better looking than me." Snitch shook his head.
"That's not what I mean. Let's say.... let's say that-"
"Let's say that Bumlets here was to parade around naked in front of you," Itey offered with another one of the evil grins that I'd come to associate with him. The girls laughed hysterically, the boys tried not to, and Spot waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I'm all for it," he said, licking his lips. Bumlets turned bright red.
Actually, so did I.
"Okay, let's say that Bumlets was naked-"
"And covered in chocolate!" Swifty yelled. More laughter. Snitch rolled his eyes.
"Okay, covered in chocolate-"
"And dancing to that 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' song!"
"We're not discussing your wet dreams, Swifty!" Speed crowed.
"Can we not talk about me being naked?"
"AS I WAS SAYING!" Snitch yelled as the room exploded with more laughter. Swifty and Speed swatted playfully at one another. Medda didn't look like she approved of our current topic.
And what was I doing at this point?
I think I was trying to keep my face from bursting into flame. I swear, I must have been as red as the Rocky Horror lips.
"So, yeah. Bumlets naked. What would you do?" Snitch asked.
"Look, I-"
"Just humor us and think about it!" Bebop yelled. Mayfly pointed her clarinet menacingly at me.
I decided to do it.
For probably the first time in my life, I sat back and thought about another guy.
And you know, it didn't totally gross me out like I thought it would.
As a matter of fact...
It was actually... kinda nice...
I turned, if possible, redder.
The girls' grins, if possible, grew. Especially Stage. God, she looked like she'd just won the lottery.
"Well, every guy looks at other guys every now and then, right?" I laughed nervously. "That doesn't mean anything! All guys look at each other, all the time!"
"Yes, but you only assume that they're thinking what you're thinking when they do it," Skittery explained.
My mouth opened and closed. There was nothing I could say.
"So... so you... you're saying... No. No, way." I let loose another nervous laugh. "I can't be... I'm not like you guys! I'm not! I mean... I've got a girlfriend!"
"So you've said," Chaser replied, picking idly at her fingernails.
"I... I get good grades!"
"Irrelevant!" Speed chimed.
"I... I'M A FUCKING PREP!"
"I don't think that your high school stereotype has anything to do with your sexual orientation," Racetrack muttered.
I suddenly started piecing things together.
How much I hated kissing Zooey...
The fact that I didn't have pictures of scantily-clad women everywhere...
How I insisted on watching football, even though I didn't really like the game...
Everything suddenly made sense.
"I'm a homosexual." At first, I didn't realize that I'd said it out loud. Not until I saw the shocked looks on everyone's faces. Medda practically jumped out of her seat.
"What was that?"
"I... I'm a homosexual. I'm a homosexual! Holy shit, I'm a homosexual!"
I didn't even hear the thunderous applause or the "woo!" from Pie Eater's side of the room.
I was too busy trying to convince myself that I wasn't really gay. That I'd only said that to get Medda and her little band of freaks off of my back.
But I knew that I hadn't.
I really was gay.
And I think I'd always known. You know how sometimes, if you try hard enough, you can just completely forget something? Like a childhood trauma or something? Well, I think that I'd made myself forget that I was gay. Don't ask me how.
I stared blankly ahead with my jaw scraping the floor as the girls surged forward to hug me (well, the girls minus Heels; she didn't seem like the kind of person who likes to get all up close and personal). What else could I do?
I did manage to glance up at Medda and not hurl on her as she dropped one of the Von Trapp children uniforms into my lap. I was pretty proud of myself for that.
"Congratulations, Isaac! You've completed Step One!" She smiled brightly at me before turning her attention to the others. "Okay, kids, lights out! We'll start on Step Two tomorrow!" She immediately left the room, followed by what sounded like a pack of chattering monkeys and rabid hyenas.
And I just sat there, staring. There really wasn't anything else that I could do.
Racetrack calmly stepped forward and closed my mouth.
"You were attracting flies," he said conversationally. With a smirk, he popped a cigarette into his mouth and walked out of the room.
I just glared at his back and trudged towards the boys' dorm.
I had a feeling that today was kind of like a bad sunburn.
I didn't notice anything different now...
But, shit, I was going to feel it in the morning.
End Chapter Two
Well, from what I remember, it was a lot funnier the first time I wrote it. *frowns* But I can't remember what I wrote! *sighs* The only things I remember are the sunburn simile, and the part about Bumlets being naked, covered in chocolate, and dancing to that Right Said Fred song. Of course I'd remember that. *evil grin* I apologize for making Itey all goth. Wait... no, I don't. Because it's REALLY fun. *grins* Anyway. Sorry if I dumped too much info on everyone, but I couldn't figure out a way to divide it up anymore. *shrugs* Well. Next time, the kids start on Step Two: Rediscovering Your Sexual Identity! It'll be fun. And there will be slashiness! Kinda.... Well! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far!
SHOUT-OUTS!
Sureshot Higgins: w00t, w00t! Glad you like it! But I'm a Cheerleader is definitely in my top five favorite movies of all time. Along with Newsies, All Over the Guy, Dead Poets' Society, and every Mel Brooks movie ever made. ^_^ WHEEE!
Ireland: Aw, thanks! ^_^ Come on, you didn't think I'd leave Blink straight for too long, did you? *grins* And, yes, you look like you stepped out of YM. That was my mental image when I read your CC: walking around in a field with a prom dress on or something like they do in those goofy teen magazine ads. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing!
Cerri: Yes, Blink's family is semi-normal. Of all the families I've made up for the boys, Blink's is my favorite. Well, his family and Skittery's family. And Mush's family. But both of them make me sad. *sniffles* Anyway... thanks for the review!
Birdy: But I'm a Cheerleader was absolutely hysterical. I can't believe nobody's done a Newsies parody of it yet. Not one that I know of, anyway. The only one I've seen is a Harry Potter fic called "But I'm a Slytherin," which was also really funny. ^_^ Anyway, thanks for reviewing!
Tabloid: Hey, we've done crazier things to the newsies! *coughs in Stage's general direction*MalevolentSins*coughs again* YES! Too bad for Blink! *cackles madly* And I just want to say that I ADORE writing Chaser. I have big plans for her... *cackles*
Stage: *grins* Thought you would. You and your silly Specs/Dutchy-ness! *beams* *huggles* I love me some Stage! *huggles again* ^_^
Frogger No Baka: Love the name, by the way. *grins* Yes! You MUST see But I'm a Cheerleader! SO FUNNY! *dies* Thanks for reviewing!
Cake Eater: I think I neglected to tell you that you're the only person I know of who's as random as I am. *grins wildly* I loved reading your CC, and I love Q. And, yes, But I'm a Cheerleader is QUITE hysterical. Under most circumstances, David Jacobs and RuPaul shouldn't mix, but it fit SO well in this case! I had to do it! Besides, how else was I gonna get some Davey/Mush in there? *cackles and runs in a circle*
Krispy-kun: Tankies, darlin'. Slosh is quite a funny little girl. She makes me smile. So do you. *hugs* XD
Checkmate (Tiger): Actually, there's a reason behind that. When I read your CC, all I could think of was Farfarello from the anime Weiß Kreuz. And he's crazy. And cuts himself. ^_^;;; Thanks for being such a good sport! And you come back later. With actual lines this time! YAY!
i stalk nez: FF.net cut off part of your review, so I'm gonna comment on what I see. I used to love that song. I was obsessed with it for... forever. *grins* And, yes, Bright Eyes rocks. A lot. I luffle Connor Oberst. Thanks for reviewing, even though FF.net was shtoopid! Yes, shtoopid. *beams*
Rage Aomori: I gotta be hard on myself, though! If I'm not, everything'll suck! *cries* And I really wasn't happy with that part. Not really happy with this part, but, whatever. *shrugs* I'll deal. SYANKUU! *tackle glomps*
Seraph: Well, thanks! *feels all special and whatnot* Poor Blink will have to go through several chapters of emotional torture. YAY! EMOTIONAL TORTURE! *dances* Thanks for the review!
Well, that's about it. Now that the introductions and boring things are out of the way, we can get on to the fun stuff! *grins* *pulls out pocket watch* *swings it* You will review... you will review... *cackles*